Chapter 217

The war continued on Baal.

Sanguinius returned from death, and the Blood Angels were struck with immense shock, unable to grasp the situation for a time.

Yet their souls and bloodlines trembled; the noble being fluttering through the sky with trembling wings was their Gene-Father.

Over ten thousand sons of the Blood Angels who held the Angel Fortress suffered heavy casualties; now only four thousand remained.

Meanwhile, a considerable force of the Tyranid swarm still occupied the three stars of Baal.

But not a single warrior doubted they would soon achieve victory in this battle.

The Chaos Daemons of Khorne had been banished, the Hive Mind had been weakened, and the Tyranids had no opportunity to replenish more biomass.

The swarm occupying the three stars of Baal now represented the Tyranids' final strength, and that strength was marching toward death.

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

Hope flickered upon Sanguinius' glorious face.

Sanguinius took command from Dante.

After this, there was no ceremony of fealty or transfer of power.

It was only natural for Sanguinius' sons to obey their Gene-Father; the instinct to follow the Primarch's orders was etched into their flesh and blood.

The Primarch, possessing superhuman wisdom, effortlessly forged the surviving Astartes into a single whole and elegantly and skillfully constructed a new command structure.

Moreover, the warriors who had once fallen into the Black Rage had undergone change.

The former rage, chaos, and madness seemed to have vanished; these black-armored warriors now radiated glory and hope, standing among the Blood Angels as incarnations of Sanguinius' will.

Sanguinius quickly began issuing commands by company; the strength of roughly three former Astartes Chapters' companies was left behind within the Angel Fortress.

The majority of the remaining Blood Angels launched an assault on the desert outside the Angel Fortress; they intended to purge the Tyranid forces still occupying the main star of Baal.

Blazing defensive lasers erupted from Zhou Yun's fingertips; the weapon, personally designed by the former Iron Warriors Primarch Perturabo, was powerful enough to cross the atmosphere and shoot down ships in the void.

Another Tyranid bio-ship was destroyed; the sparks erupting from its death became a tiny sun in the sky, then either fell into Baal's atmosphere as a meteor or became chunks of flesh floating in the sky.

Zhou Yun picked up the mechanized device in his left hand and pressed it against the machine again to replicate the ability.

Standing beside Zhou Yun, Mepheston used his psychic power to mark the target location on Zhou Yun's retina.

Zhou Yun raised his finger again, and the blazing laser beam shot down another Tyranid bio-ship.

The defensive laser itself had a cooldown time, requiring time to cool its barrel; it could only fire a few times a day, which was truly a drop in the bucket against the remaining Hive Fleet in the void, still numbering in the tens of thousands.

Fortunately, the ability Zhou Yun replicated with the mechanized device had no cooldown; firing once and then replicating it again would reset the cooldown.

Mepheston's psychic power established a connection with the Astropathic Choir still holding out on Baal II, using the Choir to locate the Tyranid bio-ships for Zhou Yun.

According to Mepheston, a strange Warp storm had swept across the entire Baal system; while this made it difficult for Baal to receive or transmit information from the outside, it inexplicably enhanced the Blood Angels' Astropathic communications and psychic powers within the system.

Mepheston even suspected this Warp storm had been conjured by Sanguinius.

This, in turn, left Zhou Yun somewhat puzzled.

He recalled that back during the time of the Shield of the Underworld, he had used the Right-Wrong Divination Machine twice, receiving two results.

First, the winged figure in the Bai Guang was not Sanguinius from ten thousand years ago.

Second, following the guidance of the winged figure in the Bai Guang to travel to Baal and resurrect Sanguinius would be beneficial to him.

There were still quite a few doubts in this matter; even the fact that Sanguinius could be resurrected was strange.

According to the information Zhou Yun knew from his past life, Sanguinius' soul might have been devoured by the Four Chaos Gods, the Hua Di Huang might have preserved a portion, and perhaps a small part had flowed into the bodies of all the Blood Angels.

The last portion might return to his body upon resurrection, but would the other two parts be able to return to Sanguinius' body so easily?

Ultimately, Zhou Yun was not certain what exactly he had resurrected.

However, since the Right-Wrong Divination Machine judged this would ultimately benefit Zhou Yun, there was nothing worth worrying about too much.

Besides, having spent many days together, Zhou Yun knew that the Sanguinius he had resurrected was generally trustworthy.

Zhou Yun slightly shifted his gaze to his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket; while bombarding the Tyranid bio-ships in the void, he began organizing his spoils.

Angron's daemon sword, Narsis; the Khorne Daemon Prince Angral; the corpses of two Norn Queens and one Norn Emissary were stuffed inside the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

【Item Name: Narsis】

【Origin: Warp - Eye of Terror - Daemon World of Slaanesh】

【Evaluation: The personal sword of Angron, the Khorne Daemon Primarch; a terrifying daemon weapon. Its name comes from the Slaaneshi daemon bound within it. Narsis once ruled a daemon world in the Eye of Terror, where he operated an arena, enslaving and tormenting his enemies for thousands of years, taking pleasure in crushing and humiliating the strongest warriors, and proudly declaring that no warrior could defeat him.

This ultimately enraged Angron; the Khorne Daemon Primarch beat Narsis to death with nothing but an iron rod, after which the rod transformed into a sharp greatsword, binding Narsis within it.】

【Production Time:???】

【Status: Small Sword】

【Value: 56,000,000】

【Usable as supplementary material for children's behavioral correction and re-education】

Zhou Yun looked at the text, his eye twitching slightly.

A slave master, an arena, enslaving and humiliating warriors, a proud Slaaneshi daemon claiming no warrior could defeat him?

No wonder it was eaten by Angron's iron rod; every single one of these points was dancing on Angron's Butcher's Nails.

However, regarding the "supplementary material for children's behavioral correction and re-education," Zhou Yun glanced slightly toward the deepest part of his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket, where Fat Tiger lay sleeping.

Zhou Yun had a hunch.

If Angron's daemon sword were used as material, Fat Tiger would very likely be born in the Warp, at least in a preliminary form.

He hesitated slightly, ultimately choosing not to feed Narsis to Fat Tiger at this moment.

Zhou Yun understood his Golden Finger too little; who knew what kind of Fat Tiger would be born after feeding it?

Preparations must be made.

But looking at the other spoils, a smile curled Zhou Yun's lips.

【Item Name: Angral】

【Origin: Warp - Brass Fortress】

【Appraisal: Khorne's current chief Great Daemon, forged after the Great Unraveling of Skarbrand, deeply favored by Khorne, one of the eight most powerful Daemons of Khorne today, the very synonym of war and destruction. Anglas, who frequently engages in high-intensity exercise, has tempered a body of fresh, succulent muscles; the texture is tight, low in fat, and juicy, sweet and mellow with a satisfying chew, bearing beautiful marble-like fat marbling, a rare delicacy.】

【Production Time:???】

【Status: Raw Cut】

【Value: 208,888,888】

【Child Behavior Correction and Re-education Available】

【Item Name: Norn Envoy】

【Origin: Baal Star System - Hive Fleet】

【Appraisal: The highest-tier unit among Tyranid organisms, a powerful entity produced and dispatched by the Hive Mind only in the most critical battlefields or when assassinating specific commanders, possessing immense psychic power. Rich in abundant nutrients, processed it yields brain-enhancing effects; tastes like chicken, crunchy and crisp.】

【Production Time:???】

【Status: Deceased】

【Value: 25,600,000】

【Unit: Norn Assimilator.】

In an instant, over two hundred million flowed into Zhou Yun's account, and this was without even recovering the corpses of the smaller Tyranid organisms.

He did not know how far Sanguinius had progressed on that front,

now Zhou Yun was no longer fighting alone; with Sanguinius's cooperation, all the Tyranid corpses across Baal would be his,

which would inevitably be a vast fortune.

Just as Zhou Yun pondered this, he suddenly felt faint glimmers flickering deep within his spirit,

a light of blue and gold interwoven, extending from Zhou Yun's consciousness like a thread, stretching endlessly toward the distance.

Zhou Yun vaguely sensed that this thread connected to Sanguinius; he could, through this thread,

What is this? Touch it!

Zhou Yun slightly plucked this thread.

Dante had never felt such immense power filling his body; it was a sensation he had never experienced before.

This power did not stem from the Black Rage or the Red Thirst; it came purely from their Gene-Father, from the exalted Primarch,

Dante roared, his axe in hand cleaving the head of the executioner before him; a howling energy field erupted in a burst of blue light, splitting the skull of a Tyranid Warrior in an instant.

He could not help but look in wonder at his own arm; the power within was something he had never felt in a thousand years. Merely the fact that the Primarch was present with them had multiplied the strength of every son of Sanguinius,

let alone when these warriors formed an army as one. They were as if they were the legendary Ninth Legion of ten thousand years past.

Glory flickered upon every warrior's face; the once terrifying Tyranid swarms seemed to have become fragile.

Sanguinius did not even strike a blow; only the Sanginors surrounding him frequently wielded silver swords, fighting side by side with Dante.

Dante could not help but look up at Sanguinius in the sky.

Suddenly, Sanguinius's body shuddered several times; his wings convulsed violently, and he seemed nearly to fall from the sky.

Dante was startled and hurriedly asked, "My Lord?"

Sanguinius's expression was strange; he looked at Dante and said with some hesitation, "No, I am fine."

"Mm, truly fine."

(End of Chapter)