Chapter 469: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Tyranids

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The order was swiftly relayed down.

The originally silent Imperial Fleet was revitalized.

Warship after warship adjusted course, filing in through the ever-widening gap in the barrier.

The macro cannon muzzles rose in succession, brewing destructive fury.

And inside the barrier, at the very top of the Blasphemy Spire.

A Chaos Machine Cult Sage, more than half his body already replaced by mechanical augmetics, was plugging several thick neural interfaces directly into the back of his skull.

Establishing a deep connection with that damaged STC Spell Fragment.

Before Adult Atia went personally to capture Lin En, he had entrusted him with the full responsibility of maintaining the Blasphemy Barrier and controlling the Warp rift.

The Sage's optical sensors flickered with ghostly blue light; his mechanical fingers flew across the rune-covered console.

Under his control, the Spire continuously drew Warp energy, sustaining the operation of the entire barrier.

Everything was under control, until that abrupt alarm sounded.

"Warning! Core Area barrier energy dropping abnormally! Unknown purification energy detected!"

The piercing alarm echoed in the empty control room.

The Sage snapped his head up, his optical sensors' focus instantly maxing out, projecting onto the barrier's holographic map in midair.

Upon seeing that ever-expanding pale breach, his mechanical pupils contracted sharply.

"How is this possible?!"

The Sage's voice carried a mechanical rasp, laced with barely concealed panic.

This Blasphemy Barrier was a supreme masterpiece combining STC fragments and Yi Su runes; even a massed Imperial Navy light spear volley could not scratch it.

That pale flame... what in the world is it?!

"Activate the Regional Barrier Generators immediately! Attempt to seal the breach!"

He ordered sharply, simultaneously increasing his own energy output.

The console's runes flashed frantically; massive amounts of Chaos energy surged toward the breach, attempting to re-seal the gap.

But those rainbow-colored Chaos energies, the moment they neared the pale flame at the breach's edge, were burned clean away, not even leaving a single ripple.

"No good! Adult! The energy is being neutralized! Can't replenish it at all!"

"Restart the Core Array! Mobilize all Psyker Reserves within the domain!"

The Sage's mechanical arm slammed onto the console; the surface groaned under the excessive force.

He refused to believe it, directly mobilizing all the Spire's stored Psyker Reserves.

Vast Chaos energy surged toward the breach like a tide, forming a thick energy wall, attempting to forcibly plug the gap.

But the pale flame merely swelled slightly, and all the energy walls vanished in an instant.

The flame continued expanding steadily, carrying an irresistible destructive force; wherever it passed, all Chaos creations were purified utterly.

The Sage's optical sensors flashed wildly; the remnant flesh skin on his forehead inexplicably seeped cold sweat.

This was the first time since his near-total mechanization that he experienced the illusion of "sweating profusely."

A bone-deep chill crawled up his spine.

He exhausted every method: restarting the array, mobilizing psykers, deploying Chaos creations, activating backup barriers...

Every method was tried; not a single one could stop the pale flame's spread.

It was like a natural bane of Chaos; any filth before it met only the fate of being burned to nothing.

"It's over..."

The Sage slumped in his seat, watching helplessly as the barrier's breach grew larger, watching the dense mass of the Imperial Fleet file in through the gap outside, training their muzzles on the Chaos positions in Middle City.

He could even foresee what devastating cannon fire awaited him next.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Before long, thunderous cannon fire resounded through all of Middle City.

Macro cannon shells falling from orbit slammed precisely into the Chaos Army's positions.

Explosions kicked up smoke and dust dozens of meters high; daemons and cultists shrieked as they turned to flying ash in the cannon fire; those twisted Chaos fortifications were flung aside and crushed like paper.

The originally steadily retreating Brevis Allied Forces all froze.

They curled in ruined trenches, covered in blood and grime; many had already prepared to die in battle.

But suddenly, the daemon charge that had pinned them down stopped.

Cannon fire filled the sky, falling precisely onto enemy positions.

"It's orbital support! Our fleet has broken in!"

Someone roared; the trenches instantly erupted in thunderous cheers.

"The Emperor protects! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

"Brothers, charge with me! Drive these heretics out!"

The leading lieutenant vaulted the trench, raising his chain sword high, leading the charge.

Soldiers followed close behind, eyes red, roaring as they charged into the chaotic Chaos positions.

The long-silent Imperial Allied Forces, covered by the sky-filling cannon fire, launched a grand counteroffensive.

Having lost the Protector's shelter and lacking High Sorcerers to command them, the Chaos Army actually retreated step by step for a time.

Many soldiers keenly Noticed that the Demons and Believers before them seemed quite a bit Weaker than before.

Their attacks were no longer as cunning and fierce as before, their formations in utter disarray, as if they had lost their backbone.

"These Heretics seem finished!"

"It must be the Emperor Protecting us! Kill!"

With morale soaring, the Imperial Army advanced like a splitting bamboo, soon retaking several Street Districts. The Middle City Defensive Line, originally on the verge of collapse, was actually pushed back by a good half.

Inside the Middle City temporary command tent, Isud stood quietly before the Holographic Star Map.

She wore a pure white long dress, golden Long Hair draping over her shoulders, her face devoid of any expression, Clear and Cold like an Ice Sculpture.

At This Moment Lena's Consciousness, through this Doll, was Overlooking the entire Battlefield.

Only she knew the Chaos Army's combat power decline was fundamentally not some Emperor's Manifestation.

Rather, Thousand Sons Sorcerer Atia had personally left the Middle City command post, leading Elites straight for the Upper City, with only one Target: capture Lin En.

But at the Same Time, this was also a once-in-a-millennium opportunity.

An opportunity to Completely Eradicate the Warp Domain.

Lena did not Hesitate in the slightest.

Through the Doll, she issued the Command for a Total Attack on all fronts.

"Pass the order down, all combat Troops, disregard casualties, full counterattack."

"Target: destroy all Warp rifts in Middle City, cut off the Chaos Troops' retreat."

At the Same Time she Contacted the priest in the Slum: "Pass the order to the Purge Plague Sect, all members join the battle."

The instant the Command was issued, the priest was somewhat puzzled.

Having them join battle fully now, if they are exposed...

But Isud's Tone held not the slightest room for negotiation, icy and resolute.

She of course knew what letting the Purge Plague Sect join battle fully meant.

Those warriors more or less carried Gene Thief traits; once the Battle ended, they would Possibly be Noticed by the Empire side, even draw the Tribunal's investigation.

But now she could no longer care about that much.

Lin En's safety was more important than any Secret.

As for identity exposure?

These humans would have to survive first before they had the qualifications to investigate them!