Chapter 689: Hive Mind, I have brought you the 22nd century

The roar of beasts sounded on the Rock fortress, and the towering bodies of Tyranid Hierophant Titans rose from between the fortresses.

Several Hierophant Titans were deployed on the Rock fortress at the same time. The firepower of the Rock aimed at those biological giants that were like small hills.

Artillery fire poured out, and blue ripples appeared on the bodies of the Hierophant Titans, like waves.

Psychic power—a high-intensity psychic shield was wrapped around the Hierophant's body, and Azrael, relying on the extraordinary strength of an Astartes, vaguely saw a blue brain with tentacles and wrapped in a carapace floating on the body of each Hierophant.

Those blue brains were surrounded by small spores that also exposed brain tissue. Those large and small spores seemed to be connected together, forming some kind of psychic matrix, cooperating with the large amount of psychic tissue in the Hierophant's body, woven into a powerful psychic network, making the Hierophant a siege machine with psychic power as armor.

Tyranid Brain-Bug Tyrants, these Tyranid Hive Tyrants with extraordinary psychic power, were combined with the Hierophants...

Azrael's heart couldn't help but tighten. He couldn't help but put himself in the position of the Rock's commander, thinking about how to break the situation.

But he soon found that his worry was redundant.

The head of a Hierophant Titan flew into the sky, golden light flashed by, and white wings flapped and flew.

Sanguinius joined the battlefield at some point, instantly passing through the psychic barrier woven around the Hierophant Titan, and cut off the head of a Hierophant Titan with the Spear of Telesto in his hand.

That was... a Primarch.

Azrael's eyes vibrated slightly. This was the first time he had witnessed a Primarch fighting with all his might. Even biological Titans with powerful psychic power could hardly resist their power.

Suddenly, Azrael seemed to have some kind of induction. His head shifted slightly, looking at another Hierophant Titan not far away.

He saw a few fallen leaves drifting from the forest, and saw a figure wearing dark green power armor appear on the back of the Hierophant Titan.

The Brain-Bug Tyrant noticed that figure. It squirmed its brain tissue, and sharp psychic lightning appeared out of thin air, sprinkling toward that figure.

The Kite Shield danced, easily blocking those psychic lightning bolts, and the sharp power sword slashed down, directly splitting the Brain-Bug Tyrant in two.

Then, the sharp sword blade pierced into the Hierophant Titan's brain marrow.

Azrael's gaze was deeply attracted by that figure.

Father...

"Brother, it's time for us to move." Hellel stood behind Azrael at some point, saying in a low voice.

Azrael's body trembled slightly, nodded, and retreated into the ranks.

Their ship soon sailed out from the Rock fortress, combined with the fleet group, and tried to break out of the encirclement of the Tyranid biological fleet.

This was not difficult. The Gloriana-class battleship *Red Tear* and the Abyss-class battleship *Doraemon Cabinet* began to show their extraordinary power.

They tore a gap out of the biological fleet and led the fleet like a spear, stabbing toward the planet Cyavaria, which was listed as the target.

"Very smooth..." Azrael said softly.

But just as his voice fell, Azrael suddenly had a feeling—a feeling of being stared at, being gazed at, as if a formless giant eye in the void was staring at him.

Azrael looked in the direction from which the gaze came, but only saw a deep void and... a planet.

A planet?

Azrael had read the data of the Tiamat system and knew that the seven planets in the Tiamat system had not been devoured by the Hive Mind, but had been transformed, twisted, and covered with a layer of Tyranid biosphere by the Tyranid swarm.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every bacterium, and every virus on these planets was a branch on the Tyranid gene tree... Could it be?

As if to verify Azrael's thought, the planet in his field of vision actually trembled significantly. The surface of the planet, covered by fungal mats and chitin, slowly opened, and a ferocious and terrifying flesh mouthpart was exposed, with countless sharp fangs rotating within it, as if to swallow the entire fleet in one bite.

Azrael's guess was confirmed. That was a planet-scale Tyranid creature——————

Sharp tentacles pierced out from the body of this planet, shooting toward the Imperium's fleet. The formation of the entire fleet was distorted by its huge gravity, falling toward that tentacle.

At this moment, countless Mini-Doras drilled out between the fleets. These Mini-Doras held up scarlet cloaks and collided with that tentacle.

The tentacle shot out from the planet-scale Tyranid giant was forcibly bounced back.

But it wasn't over yet. That planet-scale Tyranid giant rushed directly toward the fleet.

The ship beneath Azrael's feet trembled violently, and the engines roared with all their might to resist the drag of its gravity.

"Prepare to deal with the impact!" Hellel's roar sounded: "The order above is that the gravity environment will be abnormally complex later."

Abnormally complex gravity environment... Azrael was still thinking about what reason would cause the gravity environment to be complex, when high above this system, Saint Doraemon, who was fighting with the Hive Mind, moved.

A round hand smashed onto the Hive Mind's face, making the Hive Mind roar and fall a few steps into reality. Seizing this opportunity, Saint Doraemon's round hand reached into the pocket on his belly.

Three planets were pulled out by him from his pocket. Those were three planet-scale Necron constructs that flickered with emerald light and were covered with black stone on the surface.

World Engines, the planet-scale warships of the Necrons, were thrown into the battlefield.

In an instant, the gravity environment in the system became extremely complex. The Tyranid fleet was thrown into chaos under the sudden change of gravity, and the Imperium's fleet barely maintained its formation by being prepared early.

But at the same time, except for Cyavaria, all the planets trembled simultaneously. The fungal mats and chitin shells on their surfaces opened, exposing their biological nature.

Except for Cyavaria, the other six planets were all planet-scale Tyranid creatures.

Three World Engines quickly began to pour firepower at the six Tyranid planet-scale creatures, and for a time, they were deadlocked in the void.

Three against six... Azrael watched the battle in the void silently. If this continued, the World Engine side would clearly be at a great disadvantage.

At this moment, scorching light burst out from a World Engine.

On the World Engine, Orikan felt the rhythm of the stars, felt the heat and light surging beneath the dimensions.

A kind of empty divinity was calling Him.

Orikan knew how to ascend to a C'tan, and had done so more than once, but he didn't like that feeling.

That was a sense of tearing, a sense of emptiness. His original will flowed into the divinity, just like a drop of water dissolving and diluting in the ocean.

Especially after he was given a soul, every time he recalled that feeling, he would feel a stinging pain from the depths of his soul. ===== CHAPTER 690 =====