Chapter 211: Time Bundle Cloth

A cloth bundle embroidered with clock patterns was pulled from Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket,

this bundle was bright red on one side and deep blue on the other, with various intricate clocks embroidered upon it; when the bundle fluttered in the wind mid-air, it seemed as though flowing time drifted in Zhou Yun's hands.

【Item Name: Time Bundle Cloth】

【Origin: Earth of the 22nd Century — Future Department Store】

【Production Time: 241. M3】

【Function: A square wrapping cloth embroidered with various clock patterns, red on the front and blue on the back. When the front faces outward and covers an object, after waiting for a period, the covered object's time will revert toward the past; conversely, when the back faces outward, the covered object's time flow will accelerate. The longer the wait, the more time is reversed or accelerated.】

【Rental Price: 1,495,000,000 per use】

Zhou Yun watched the over one billion credits he had exchanged for Star God fragments vanish in an instant, a pang of heartache crossing his face,

one billion, four hundred ninety million, five hundred thousand, a time-type item usable only once. It was truly too expensive.

He hoped this was correct, hoped that after Sanguinius was resurrected, he would remember to compensate for his losses,

after being visited in a dream by the winged figure within the Bai Guang, Zhou Yun had begun pondering which item could resurrect Sanguinius,

after pondering, the most likely item was this Time Bundle Cloth, to restore Sanguinius's broken body to its state from ten thousand years ago, thereby causing his resurrection.

Just as Zhou Yun brought out the Time Bundle Cloth, an Eight-Bound roared, tore the body of a Flesh Tearers warrior nearest to him with his chainsword, and lunged fiercely at Zhou Yun,

"Don't even think about it!"

Cato roared, swinging his Bloodthirster in his hand and striking the Eight-Bound, causing blood to gush out instantly.

"Quick!"

Without needing Cato to say more, Zhou Yun acted without hesitation, waving the Time Bundle Cloth in his hand and covering the shattered remains of Sanguinius,

"Resurrect!!!!" Zhou Yun spoke word by word, shouting in a voice nearly a scream: "My beloved!!!"

The remains of Sanguinius, shattered ten thousand years ago by Horus, were wrapped by the red cloth embroidered with clocks; the clocks on the bundle began to tick in the blink of an eye, the clicking sound of the hands passing through time resounding without cease.

In an instant, the gazes of everyone on the battlefield converged upon Zhou Yun; the Eight-Bound looked at Zhou Yun in fear, Angron in the Warp rift let out a roar, the Blood God in the Warp cast his gaze over, and the entire tomb chamber instantly seemed bathed in blood.

Everyone could feel that, with the ticking of the clocks on the bundle, the remains beneath were slowly welcoming revival.

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!

The meltaguns behind Zhou Yun burst forth with fire; the heads of several Eight-Bound, frozen in place by fear, exploded in the splashing of fierce flames, and the bodies possessed by the Eightfold Demons fell down,

time on the bundle behind him continued to tick,

ten thousand years of time were so long; the Time Bundle Cloth needed a little time to reverse.

Whether Zhou Yun, Cato, or the Blood God's servants understood, this final moment of time would decide everything,

in the Warp, the Blood God suddenly widened the bestial eyes within his hideous brass helmet; those eyes, filled with madness, killing intent, rage, and fire, saw,

in the Warp near Baal, endless floating light was gathering,

the sound of prayers from countless ages resounded without cease,

from the tribesmen walking on the crimson wastelands of Baal to the Astartes in the Angel Fortress, from the devout believers in the Shrine Worlds to the warriors in the to the Astral Realm,

every single person prayed devoutly, praying to Sanguinius who sacrificed himself ten thousand years ago,

praying for Sanguinius's soul to protect them, praying for Sanguinius's anger to punish the enemies of mankind, praying for that great sacrifice to be with them,

these prayers gathered together, condensing above Baal into feathers, some black and some gold, forming the figure of a vague angel standing in the torrent of the High Heaven, slowly spreading its wings.

And behind that angel was a round, chubby, metallic blue figure resembling a tanuki; the power of that metallic blue figure was constantly seeping into the angel's body.

The Blood God's rage overflowed,

ten thousand years ago he had longed to make Sanguinius and his Legion submit,

for ten thousand years the Blood God's anger had been eroding the Blood Angels without cease,

for ten thousand years no anger had ever equaled that of Sanguinius and the Blood Angels,

yet now, a new existence suddenly appearing in the Warp dared to compete with Him?!

The Blood God's war cry resounded without cease; his will must be carried out.

The Blood God's Berserkers instantly roared and bellowed, blood qi surging; the Warp rift spanning the center of the tomb chamber suddenly expanded even wider, almost crossing half the tomb chamber,

more Khorne Daemons, World Eaters Berserkers, and Eight-Bound surged forth from it, like a tide of blood, splashing across the entire tomb chamber.

Cato let out a low roar; the remaining few Flesh Tearers guards positioned themselves before the remains of Sanguinius,

the meltaguns behind Zhou Yun also began to continuously unleash firepower upon the battlefield,

fierce flames constantly resounded in the air, and the chainswords of the Flesh Tearers continuously cleaved the bodies of these Berserkers,

yet just then, a World Eater stepped out from the blood-red Warp rift,

he wore power armor interlaced with crimson and brass, with skulls hanging from chains on his body; one hand held a plasma pistol, while the other arm was bare, gripping a large chainsword without the support of power armor.

That World Eater charged forward almost like a blood wind, arriving before the line formed by the Flesh Tearers in the blink of an eye,

"Roar!!!!" The body of a Flesh Tearers warrior was torn apart in the blink of an eye, blood surging forth,

seeing this, Cato rushed toward that World Eater with barely suppressible rage,

yet that bare arm, unsupported by power armor, was far faster than Cato had imagined,

he barely saw it clearly before the whirling chainsword axe approached his face,

Cato roared, and his Bloodthirster collided with that massive chainsword axe,

that World Eater let out a disdainful snort; Cato was sent flying like a rag, his chest power armor almost completely torn apart.

"The anger of Sanguinius's offspring is nothing special." The World Eater snorted with a laugh,

he raised the chainsword axe high, intending to end Cato's life,

just then, a burst of scorching meltagun flame whistled over,

that World Eater swung the chainsword axe in his hand, forcefully deflecting the meltagun flame, then turned his gaze to Zhou Yun guarding beside the Time Bundle Cloth.

"Kaen." Zhou Yun softly spoke the name of that World Eater: "Khorne's Mortal Chosen, the former World Eaters 8th Company Captain, the traitor Kaen."

Kaen let out a roar filled with rage and battle intent.

Both sides understood that the outcome of this war would be decided between the two of them.

The famous blade flashing with pale golden light, Dian Guang Wan, clashed with the chainsaw axe Blood Child once wielded by Angron.

The sky was bathed in burning wildfire, and blood seemed to boil in the chest of every Blood Angel.

Countless roars echoed through the Warp, and Dante could faintly sense the turmoil rising within the Warp.

"Is it almost over?" Dante murmured to himself.

After the great rift spanning the heavens opened, many Blood Angels were inexplicably consumed by Black Rage and Blood Thirst.

If Combro's prophecy was not wrong, then the fortress world of Cadia has already fallen, and the terrifying scar now dominating the sky is the result of the Eye of Terror opening.

This rift wounded not only the Blood Angels but also the Tyranid Hive Fleet.

The brains of the Hive Nodes burned out in batches, countless Tyranid creatures devolved into complete beasts, and even the Spire Towers were broken.

By all rights, the Hive Fleet should have no chance left; it should be impossible to break through the Void Shields again.

The Hive Fleet seemed to accept this fate; countless Tyranid creatures halted on the battlefield, no longer launching hopeless assaults against the Void Shields.

Yet Dante could feel it—feel the Hive Fleet waiting.

They were about to launch their final assault.

The astropathic station on Baal Secundus sent fragmented messages: the Hive Fleet was continuously digesting its bio-ships, evidently manufacturing some powerful Tyranid creature unit.

The Hive Mind was willing to expend its space forces just to capture the Angel Fortress.

Conversely, if the Blood Angels could withstand this final assault, the Hive Fleet would exhaust its biomass and be trapped in the void of Baal.

Dante took a deep breath. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the atmosphere being frictioned by fire; he knew that Tyranid creature units were descending from the heavens.

The anti-air defenses within the Angel Fortress suddenly converged, firing streams of scorching defensive lasers toward the position in the sky where the sound of frictioning fire arose.

However, the spore-biological pods in the sky seemed to flicker continuously, sometimes appearing as one, sometimes as three, and sometimes transforming into hundreds.

Each one shimmered with scorching psychic light, and Dante could not determine which one was real.

Not until the sound of the spore drop pods crashing to the ground rang out did Dante see that the spore drop pods fallen before the Angel Fortress in the desert were actually only three.

But those three spore drop pods were over ten meters tall; their flesh-formed sheaths disintegrated, exposing the three Tyranid leviathans within.

Those three Tyranid leviathans were nearly as tall as a Knight, their bodies covered in deep purple carapaces that shimmered like amethysts in the hazy crimson sky-light.

On two of the leviathans, the carapace converged on their heads into a single-horned crown; beneath the crown lay proliferating brain tissue glowing with blue psychic luster.

These two leviathans slowly opened their four arms; the upper two were sharp, elongated scythes, while the lower ones were ferocious tearing claws.

The carapace of the other leviathan converged on its head into a two-horned crown; its tearing claws were replaced by poison stingers glowing with dense green points, and sharp thorn clusters grew from its chest.

Dante held his breath and gazed intently at the three leviathans in the distance. In the book written by Zhou Yun, "The Tyranid Creature Encyclopedia Even a Red-Skinned Cyclops Ogryn Should Understand," those two leviathans with immense psychic power were called the Norn Emissaries, while the one glowing with venomous light was called the Norn Assimilator.

They were the highest-tier units of the Hive Fleet, the pinnacle of Tyranid biological design.

The Norn Emissaries stood at the peak of the Hive Fleet in terms of both the power of the Material Universe and the psychic might of the Empyrean.

The Norn Assimilator was even more pure; its lethal venom was the bane of all defenses and strongholds.

Whether Norn Emissary or Norn Assimilator, both were units the Hive Fleet would only produce in the most critical moments.

These three leviathans let out a roar and charged toward the Angel Fortress at speeds far exceeding what their bodies should allow.

(End of this chapter)