Chapter 216: What is this? Touch it! Archangel: ?

The war continues on Baal.

Saint Guilliman has returned from death, and the Blood Angels were profoundly shaken, unable to grasp the situation for a moment.

But their souls and bloodlines trembled—the noble being soaring through the sky with wings unfurled was their gene-father.

Of the ten thousand Blood Angel descendants who held Angel's Bastion, more than half were dead or wounded; only four thousand remained.

Yet vast numbers of the Hive Fleet still occupied the three moons of Baal.

But not a single warrior doubted they would win this battle.

Khorne's demonic legions had been banished, the Hive Mind weakened, and Tyranos no longer had any chance to replenish its biomass.

The Hive Fleet now entrenched on Baal's third moon was Tyranos's final force—and that force was dying.

Of course, most importantly, the Primarch stood alongside the Blood Angels.

Hope shimmered on Saint Guilliman's radiant face.

Saint Guilliman took command from Dante.

There was no ceremony of allegiance or transfer of authority.

The Primarch's sons naturally obeyed their gene-father; the instinct to follow the Primarch's orders was etched into their blood and flesh.

And the Primarch, endowed with superhuman intellect, effortlessly unified the remaining Astartes into a single whole, elegantly and skillfully constructing a new command structure.

Moreover, those warriors who had once succumbed to the Black Rage had changed.

Their former fury, chaos, and madness seemed gone; these black-armored warriors now glowed with glory and hope, standing among the Blood Angels as embodiments of Saint Guilliman's will.

Saint Guilliman quickly began commanding by company; roughly three former Astartes Legion companies were left behind in Angel's Bastion.

The majority of the Blood Angels launched an assault into the desert beyond Angel's Bastion, determined to eradicate the Hive Fleet still entrenched on Baal's main world.

Scorching defensive lasers erupted from Zhou Yun's fingertips—the weapon, originally designed by the Iron Warriors' Primarch Perturabo, was powerful enough to pierce the atmosphere and strike down ships in the void.

Another Tyranid bio-ship was destroyed; its death burst into sparks that became a tiny sun in the sky, then either plunged into Baal's atmosphere as a meteor or floated as drifting flesh.

Zhou Yun raised his left mechanical device and activated its replication ability once more.

Standing beside Zhou Yun, Morpheus used psychic energy to mark the target location on Zhou Yun's retina.

Zhou Yun raised his finger again, and another searing laser beam brought down a Tyranid bio-ship.

This defensive laser had a cooldown period; its barrel needed time to cool, allowing only a few shots per day—insignificant against the tens of thousands of Hive Fleet vessels still lingering in the void.

But fortunately, the ability replicated by Zhou Yun's mechanical device had no cooldown—after firing, simply replicating it again reset the cooldown.

Morpheus's psychic power had established a link with the Astropathic station still holding out on Baal II, using it to pinpoint the locations of Tyranid bio-ships for Zhou Yun.

According to Morpheus, a strange warp storm raged across the entire Baal system; though it blocked communication with the outside world and prevented messages from leaving, it inexplicably strengthened the Astropathic communications and psychic powers of the Blood Angels within the system.

Morpheus even suspected this warp storm had been summoned by Saint Guilliman.

This left Zhou Yun somewhat puzzled.

He recalled that, back at the Shield of Hades, he had used the Right-or-Wrong Oracle twice and received two results.

First, the winged figure in the white light was not Saint Guilliman from ten thousand years ago.

Second, following the winged figure's guidance to revive Saint Guilliman on Baal would benefit him.

There were still too many inconsistencies here—especially the fact that Saint Guilliman could be revived at all seemed strange.

In Zhou Yun's past-life knowledge, Saint Guilliman's soul might have been devoured by the Chaos Gods, the Emperor might have preserved a portion, and perhaps a small fragment had flowed into every Blood Angel's body.

That last fragment might return to his body upon resurrection, but the other two parts surely wouldn't so easily rejoin his form?

Ultimately, Zhou Yun wasn't even certain what he had resurrected.

But since the Right-or-Wrong Oracle judged this outcome would benefit him, there was little reason for excessive doubt.

Besides, after spending so many days together, Zhou Yun knew the Saint Guilliman he had revived was largely trustworthy.

Zhou Yun briefly turned his attention to his fourth-dimensional pocket, simultaneously bombarding Tyranid bio-ships in the void and sorting through his loot.

Angron's demonic sword Sanniaris, the Khorne Daemon Prince Anglaras, two Norn Envoys, and one Norn Assimilator's corpse were stuffed inside.

【Item Name: Sanniaris】

【Origin: Warp—Eye of Terror—Chaos Daemon Planet】

【Evaluation: The sword of Khorne's Daemon Primarch Angron, a terrifying demonic weapon whose name derives from the Chaos Daemon bound within it. Sanniaris once ruled a daemon world in the Eye of Terror, maintaining an arena where for millennia he enslaved and tormented his enemies, delighting in crushing and humiliating the strongest warriors, proudly declaring no warrior could defeat him.

This ultimately enraged Angron, who killed Sanniaris alive with nothing but an iron rod; afterward, the rod transformed into a sharp greatsword, and Sanniaris was bound within it.】

【Production Time:???】

【Status: Small Sword Goods】

【Value: 56, 00, 00】

【Suitable as supplementary material for juvenile behavioral correction and re-education】

Zhou Yun glanced at the text and his eyebrow twitched slightly.

A slavemaster? An arena? Enslaving and humiliating warriors? A Chaos Daemon boasting no warrior could defeat him?

No wonder he got eaten by Angron's iron rod—every single trait here was dancing on Angron's Meat Hook.

But Zhou Yun glanced toward the deepest corner of his fourth-dimensional pocket, where Fat Tiger lay sleeping.

Zhou Yun had a hunch.

If he fed Angron's demonic sword as material, Fat Tiger would very likely be born in the Warp—at least in preliminary form.

He hesitated briefly, then chose not to feed Sanniaris to Fat Tiger now.

Zhou Yun understood his own "golden finger" too little—he had no idea what Fat Tiger might become after being fed.

He needed to prepare properly.

But as he looked at the other loot, a smile curled on his lips.

【Item Name: Anglaras】

【Origin: Warp—Brass Fortress】

【Evaluation: The chief Daemon Prince of Khorne today, created after the Scaraband Rebellion, deeply favored by Khorne, and one of the eight most powerful daemons of Khorne today, the very embodiment of war and destruction. Anglaras, through constant high-intensity exercise, has developed a body of exquisite muscle—tight, lean, juicy, sweet, richly flavored, and chewy, with beautiful marbling. A rare delicacy.】

【Production Time:???】

【Status: Prime Cut】

【Value: 208, 88, 88】

【Suitable for juvenile behavioral correction and re-education】

【Item Name: Norn Envoy】

【Origin: Baal System—Hive Ship】

【Evaluation: The highest-tier unit among Tyranids, produced and deployed by the Hive Mind only in the most critical battles or to assassinate specific commanders. Possesses immense psychic power. Rich in nutrients; after processing, enhances brain function and intelligence, with a chicken flavor and crisp crunch.】

【Production Time:???】

【Status: Dead】

【Value: 25, 00, 00】

【Unit: Norn Assimilator.】

In an instant, over two hundred million flowed into Zhou Yun's account—this was only from the larger Tyranid corpses, not even counting the smaller ones.

He wondered how far Saint Guilliman had progressed.

Now Zhou Yun was no longer fighting alone; under Saint Guilliman's coordination, every Tyranid corpse on Baal would be his.

That would be a fortune.

As Zhou Yun pondered this, he suddenly felt faint glimmers flickering deep within his spirit.

They were blue and gold interwoven, like a thread extending from his consciousness, stretching endlessly outward.

Zhou Yun faintly sensed this thread connected to Saint Guilliman—he could reach through this thread.

What is this? Touch it!

Zhou Yun gently tugged the thread.

Dante had never felt such overwhelming power within his body—it was a sensation he had never known.

This power did not come from the Black Rage or the Crimson Thirst, but purely from their gene-father, from the exalted Archangel.

Dante roared, his axe cleaving the head of the executioner before him; a surge of energy erupted in blue light, instantly splitting open the skull of a Tyranid Warrior.

He stared in astonishment at his own arms—this power was something he had never felt in a thousand years. Merely the fact that the Primarch stood with them had doubled the strength of every son of Saint Guilliman.

And when these warriors formed an army as one, they became like the legendary Ninth Legion of ten thousand years ago.

Glory shone on every warrior's face; the once-terrifying Hive Fleet now seemed fragile.

Saint Guilliman did not even lift a hand—only his Saint Guillimenos, wielding silver swords, fought beside Dante.

Dante looked up at Saint Guilliman in the sky.

Suddenly, Saint Guilliman's body shuddered, his wings convulsing violently, as if he might fall from the sky.

Dante gasped and cried out: "My Lord?"

Saint Guilliman's expression was strange; he looked at Dante and spoke hesitantly: "No, I'm fine."

"Yes, really fine."

(End of Chapter)