Chapter 114

Three bio-plasma torrents whistled out from the biological giant cannons on the backs of the Biovores.

This ferocious Tyranid giant was a siege unit specialized by the Hive Mind. The scorching and intense plasma cannon was enough to burn through all armored forces and shatter all defensive lines.

The Hive Mind saw Zhou Yun's figure through the eyes of Tyranid organisms.

Zhou Yun suddenly appeared in the middle of the street like a ghost.

He used some kind of psychic-like power to shatter the Tyranid organisms around him, pulling a scarlet cloak from nowhere.

Zhou Yun held the cloak, as if he were a matador standing in front of the Tyranid swarm.

The crackling sound of lightning whistling rang through the street, and the plasma was like a sea tide.

Both the Hive Mind and the Astra Militarum soldiers behind the defensive line were watching this scene.

Zhou Yun waved the scarlet cloak in his hand lightly.

The cloak collided with the plasma torrent.

That cloak was so thin, as if it were just a prop for children to play with.

But those plasma torrents that were roaring as if they were going to burn the entire street to the ground seemed to hit layers of thick void shields.

Waves of air rippled and rose, but not a single streak of electric light crossed the cloak in Zhou Yun's hand.

The plasma accumulated in front of Zhou Yun, almost gathering into a dazzling wall of light.

Zhou Yun was like a dam in front of a flood, standing firm.

Even General Droste, who was commanding the battle from the high point of the street fortress, had some confusion in his eyes.

How on earth did Zhou Yun do this?

Some kind of psychic power? Some kind of ancient technological creation? Or an alien artifact?

"Just get used to it, Ha-gi-mi." Xiang Xiang Leina said with a voice mixed with strange syllables: "God knows where Zhou Yun found so many strange technological creations."

". Could he really be some hidden Mechanicus Magos?" General Droste couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

Just at this moment, Zhou Yun, standing in the middle of the street, waved the reflective cloak in his hand abruptly.

A hurricane erupted from the cloak, and waves of ripples rose on the plasma torrent.

Boom!!!

With the waving of the cloak in Zhou Yun's hand, the plasma torrent was forcibly bounced back toward the direction of the Tyranid swarm.

Countless low-level Tyranid organisms hurriedly gathered together, overlapping into layers of flesh and blood walls.

But the anti-defensive line plasma torrent carefully designed by the Hive Mind could not even be resisted by themselves.

The sizzling sound of flesh and blood burning rang out incessantly, and the flesh and blood walls composed of low-level Tyranid organisms were burned into layers of charcoal in the blink of an eye.

And the larger, slower Ravener and Biovores couldn't dodge at all.

Their huge bodies hit the plasma torrent they had fired themselves head-on.

Under the sprinkling of electric light, even the thick chitinous carapaces were burned through in the blink of an eye.

With the whistling dissipation of the electric current, three Ravener and three Biovores all fell at the end of the street, amidst the charred corpses.

Under their carbonized chitinous carapaces, the corrosive flesh and blood were burned to pitch black.

Having lost the long-range armor-piercing firepower suppression of the Ravener, the Astra Militarum's Leman Russ tanks immediately reassembled and rolled forward.

Fire and artillery shells concentrated on the remaining two Warriors, falling on the remaining swarm, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Zhou Yun flashed a few times, stuffed the corpses of those few Tyranid giants into his fourth-dimensional pocket, and returned to the street fortress in the time it took to turn around.

"How is the situation in other districts?" Zhou Yun asked, coming to General Droste's side.

Since this district was attacked by Tyranid giants, other districts must have also received similar treatment.

This is the characteristic of Hive Fleet Leviathan: rapidly changing tactics according to the needs of the battle, making the opponent unable to react in time.

After the swarm tactics were blocked yesterday, Hive Fleet Leviathan chose the giant-beast siege tactic today.

This almost grabbed the Astra Militarum's soft underbelly.

The biggest problem for the Astra Militarum supporting Ashford was the lack of manpower, having to rely on narrow terrain to form defensive lines.

If the defensive line was broken by Tyranid giants, the Cadian Shock Troops could almost not face the endless swarm head-on...

"Very bad." General Droste's expression was not good: "The defensive lines in many districts have been broken by Tyranid giants."

"We should retreat..."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly; this was within their expectations.

Being able to hold on to the lower hive to this point was already the limit.

Originally, in General Droste's plan, the lower hive should have fallen on the first day.

Being able to hold on until now was already a great fortune.

Now, further shrinking the defensive line and concentrating the already scarce Cadian Shock Troops to hold the upper hive was a more appropriate tactic.

Taking advantage of the Tyranid giants being killed and the swarm being temporarily suppressed, the Cadian Shock Troops retreated in an orderly manner.

Saint Sanguinius's face was kind and gentle, as if worrying about all the suffering of humanity in the mortal world.

Zhou Yun stood at the three-way intersection, looking up at this statue that had stood at the three-way intersection for ten thousand years.

A number of candles were placed under the statue; some had already gone out, and those that hadn't yet emitted a faint, hazy orange light, gathering together as if lighting up a sea of stars at Saint Sanguinius's feet.

These lit candles were the devout prayers of the residents of Ashford, praying for Saint Sanguinius to protect their safety.

There were also some offered by Astra Militarum soldiers, praying for Saint Sanguinius to bless their weapons so they could resist more enemies of humanity.

The Saint Sanguinius statue above the firelight held a long spear, pointing toward the former Sharp Spear Tavern that once belonged to Old One-Eye.

Now the tavern was empty, and the remaining wine was distributed by Old One-Eye to the Astra Militarum soldiers around.

This three-way intersection would be one of the last strongholds of the Cadian Shock Troops in the lower hive.

They would hold this place and protect the passage to the upper hive.

Two huge statues standing beside Saint Sanguinius, I don't know whose they were, had been blown down, and the rubble buried the two intersections, serving as a defensive line to block the swarm.

General Droste was even considering whether to blow up Saint Sanguinius's statue as well, using it as one of the defensive lines to block the enemy at the last moment.

But considering that this might strike a blow to military morale, he could only give up for the time being.

"Blowing it up actually doesn't matter." The winged figure in the white light at the corner of his eye said:

"I agree."

"You are not Saint Sanguinius." Zhou Yun glanced at him and said.

Regardless of what relationship he had with Saint Sanguinius, the contradiction-divination machine had already determined that he was definitely not Saint Sanguinius himself.

"I feel like I am." The winged figure in the white light retorted.

"What a gorgeous statue." Just at this moment, General Droste walked to Zhou Yun's side and said.

He looked up at the towering Saint Sanguinius statue, his face carrying some exhaustion and piety.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly. After such a long time, he had become somewhat accustomed to the existence of this statue and basically hadn't observed it properly.

Looking at it today, he discovered that this statue was indeed exquisite.

Clearly a huge rock, yet it carved the lightness of feathers into Saint Sanguinius's wings and the flowing texture into the silk on his body.

And on that face, benevolence and majesty were side-by-side, combined with that sharp spear, making Saint Sanguinius seem like a noble saint fighting while full of benevolence.

"Deserving of being the Empire's most popular Primarch." General Droste sighed.

Except for the Ultima Segmentum, Saint Sanguinius was the most worshipped Primarch on most planets.

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And on Ashford, which was close to Baal, it was even more so. This magnificent and exquisite statue looked expensive at first glance.

As for why it wasn't in the Ultima Segmentum, that had to mention a famous scenic spot in Macragge.

"Ha, Guilliman was one of the least popular among us brothers ten thousand years ago, at most just slightly more popular than Konrad and Angron."

The winged figure in the white light said with some emotion:

"I didn't expect that after ten thousand years, his popularity would almost catch up to mine."

"People have endless blue sons and grandsons." Zhou Yun said.

This was inevitable. The gene-seed of the Ultramarines was stable and reliable, and the number of successor chapters was so large that planets influenced by them easily revered Guilliman.

And the Blood Angels... the number of Blood Angels was indeed second only to the Ultramarines, but their gene-seed was truly too unstable.

Some chapters that suffered deeply from it were truly difficult to evoke people's reverence.

"Your sons indeed have quite a few excellent ones, but there are also quite a few... tsk."

Zhou Yun shrugged and said:

"Extreme slavery lovers, periodic slaughterers of civilians on their home world, deceived by a Great Unclean One of Tzeentch into becoming addicted to drinking blood, thinking their father is Guilliman, viewing the Black Rage and Red Thirst as the gift of their gene-father..."

Zhou Yun listed the extreme behaviors of certain Blood Angel chapters like counting family treasures.

"..." Every time Zhou Yun said one, the winged figure in the white light couldn't help but tremble.

The Black Rage and Red Thirst were always curses entwined on the descendants of Saint Sanguinius.

Ten thousand years after Saint Sanguinius passed away, many chapters had more or less embraced these two curses.

For example, many Blood Angels had restored the tradition of drinking blood...

Of course, there were also many successor chapters that, even though they were deeply affected by the curses in their genes, still maintained the nobility of the former Ninth Legion.

"Falling into the Black Rage and Red Thirst is not entirely their fault." The winged figure in the white light said with a somewhat hoarse voice.

He seemed to feel that it was his absence that led to the appearance of these falls, and thus took this as his own responsibility.

Zhou Yun looked at the winged figure in the white light and sighed lightly.

He felt that this couldn't be called anyone's responsibility. If one really wanted to pursue responsibility... the defects in the Ninth Legion's gene-seed, it might have been intentional by someone.

"You all hate Guilliman, isn't it because he has a mother?" Zhou Yun changed the subject.

Quite a few Primarchs had foster fathers, but not many had foster mothers.

"This is a rumor. Russ didn't like Guilliman very much either, but Russ also had his own wolf mother." The winged figure in the white light retorted.

Leman Russ was raised by a "mother wolf" on Fenris.

"But there are no wolves on Fenris." Zhou Yun shook his head.

Considering that there were no wolves on Fenris, Leman Russ might be one of the Primarchs closest to having both parents.

"You seem to know a bit too many little secrets." The winged figure in the white light couldn't help but say.

"Zhou Yun, General Droste."

Xiang Xiang Leina's voice rang out suddenly, and she walked quickly toward Zhou Yun and General Droste.

"You absolutely won't believe what happened... Demacia!"

Her voice was mixed with strange syllables of unknown meaning:

"Nobles, the nobles of the upper hive actually brought private soldiers to support us."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun's expression was stunned for a moment.

Nobles? All the nobles of Ashford, under the leadership of Governor Augustus Flax, had long since entered a state of giving up.

These guys were clearly all hiding in their own shelters, trying to avoid the disaster.

How did they suddenly walk out and start taking the initiative to bring private soldiers to support the Astra Militarum?

Zhou Yun's eyes twitched slightly...

(End of chapter)