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Chapter 131 Norn's Messenger Steals Genes

"In the name of the Primarch?" Company Commander Hughes of the Son of Aura looked bewildered, repeatedly pondering the sudden words, completely unable to understand their deeper meaning.

In the past, orders were issued in the name of the Empire, or the Chapter Master, or neither; this is the first time they have been issued in the name of the Primarch.

Just as he was about to ponder the meaning of those words, a Zerg warship on the orbit burst into intense lightning, clearly having been destroyed.

"Isn't that... isn't that an Eldar warship?"

"Do Eldar warships possess such destructive power?"

Calgar explained, "They are our allies, the Human Alliance's warships, and those Iron Men also come from the Human Alliance."

The destruction of the Zerg hive ships boosted the morale of the Empire, but also dramatically changed the course of the battlefield.

The swarm tactic has always been an invincible weapon for the Terrans, because the destruction of the Hive ships only made these insects more frenzied.

Hidden among the swarms of insects covering the mountains and plains are the top combat forces of the Tyranids.

"It's a tyrant! The Zerg tyrant!"

The Hive Tyrants could easily tear apart the power armor of Astartes monks, causing hundreds of Space Marines to be seriously injured or killed in a short time. They led a large number of Tyrant guards and elite Bladebugs, quickly breaking through the defenses. The Tyrants' goal was to tear through all the defenses and rush into the city.

Several battle leaders immediately stepped out of their battle formation and charged towards the vanguard formed by the Tyrant. Only powerhouses of their caliber could barely suppress these rampaging insectoid overlords.

"How can there be so many tyrants?!"

"One of the Zerglings in the sky has been destroyed; they wanted a quick victory!"

Dozens of Hive Tyrants, leading their swarms, converged from all directions, frantically attacking the Chapter Leaders. Ultramarines Chapter Leader Kalgar roared, his power armor warhammer poised to strike: "Bastards, try it!"

Carnarvon, the captain of the Flesh-Tearer Chapter, brandished his chainsword and charged into battle. Black Fury granted him unparalleled ferocity, while a specially made stabilizing agent kept his mind steady, allowing him to maintain a clear fighting spirit even in extreme rage, and each strike precisely aimed at the Zerg's vitals.

Calgar, Amarr, and Forros, three legendary chapter commanders, fought side by side for the first time. The immense pressure emanating from them intertwined, instantly making them the core target of all the tyrants besieging them on the battlefield.

The Tyrant's combat power was indeed formidable, but facing three chapter commanders with almost impenetrable defenses, he gradually fell into a stalemate and a bitter struggle.

Buzz—

An extremely sharp and intense wave of psionic energy suddenly swept across the entire battlefield, causing all the Astartes to catch their breath.

"It's a neurotic tyrant! It's a psionic hive overlord!"

Carnarvon and Forros instantly knelt on the ground. Both of them had congenital defects in their genes. Black Fury and Bloodthirst were only temporarily suppressed by the Human Alliance's medicine. This super-strong psychic energy impact directly broke through their mental defenses, causing them unbearable pain.

If the ordinary Hive Tyrant is a top-tier ferocious beast in close combat, then the Neuro Tyrant is a psionic mage who controls the battlefield.

Driven by the psychic tyrants, all the tyrants, along with their guards, worm leaders, and various elite swarms, launched a frenzied assault on the chapter commanders' defenses.

The Zerg's healing speed was also increased by nearly tenfold, allowing them to recover quickly even after suffering a major blow and continue to attack.

Although Amarrach and Calgar did not have the genetic defects of the children of Saint Gilles, they were still severely affected by this psychic energy, making their movements slightly sluggish.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, the tyrants launched a deadly surprise attack on the defensive line assembled by the warband commander. The effect was immediate, and the already solid core line was once again on the verge of collapse.

Once these dozen or so Hive Tyrants break through the defenses and storm into the rear city, the difficulty of saving the entire planet Koss will increase a hundredfold.

"Team up, the Tyrant is about to break through the defenses!"

"Another tyrant?" Tuanquan's eyes were fixed on the dozen or so rampaging giant beasts, knowing full well how powerful they were.

"Those who can pilot assault vehicles, follow me!"

A silver-white charging machine appeared on the battlefield.

These robotic figures attracted the attention of most of the Space Marines.

Nearly twenty steel assault vehicles suddenly appeared on the battlefield, their metal tracks crushing the scorched earth, their mechanical cannons glowing with stored energy.

Calga frowned, his heart filled with surprise and doubt: He had seen the Human Alliance's high-level combat assault units in the Battle of Macurag, and there were only five recorded at that time, but in this battle, twenty units suddenly appeared!

"Where did all these rampages come from?"

The pilots of these assault vehicles include beta test elites, early beta test players, and the first warriors to participate in the beta test. Some of these prodigies have already gained the ability to control the assault vehicles.

The Neuro Tyrant, in conjunction with the Brain Worm, forms a powerful psionic field. Using this field as its core, it launches another attack, the intense psionic force causing immense suffering to the chapter commanders and elite veterans of the various Astartes.

The psionic influence induced by the neural tyrant and the brain worm covered almost half of the battlefield.

"That was awesome! This assault vehicle is incredibly powerful!" A player in the open beta controlled the assault vehicle, its giant mechanical hand gripping the head of a tyrant and crushing it, black fluid splattering everywhere.

These psionic shocks have no effect on the player.

"They are completely unaffected!"

"Nonsense, they're made of iron, how could it affect them?"

Although Iron Man was explicitly prohibited by the Empire, his advantages were too obvious.

Although most of the Empire's fighting force collapsed due to this extreme psionic shock, thousands of Ironman players plugged the breach that had been torn open in Astartes.

A monk from the Astartes who strictly adhered to the Imperial Code loathed the Iron Man, but due to orders, he did not attack him. However, he found the Iron Man's expression unfriendly, and now that he was being saved by the Iron Man, he felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

"Why, why did you save me?"

"Do I need a reason to save you?"

The player paused for a moment, then immediately understood the Astartes' dilemma.

"You are human, nothing more."

"Am I human?" The rescued Astartes monk was bewildered.

Yes, he was originally human too.

Faced with the sweeping attack of more than twenty charging enemies, the tyrants quickly adjusted their tactics, using a large number of tyrant guards to lure the players away from the core battlefield.

The leader of the Weeping Warriors, Forros, was the first to notice something amiss, roaring angrily, "Something's wrong! They're deliberately disrupting our formation!"

Before the words were even finished, a unique insectoid figure, hidden among the shadows of the swarm of tyrants, suddenly sprang up and launched a deadly attack. Sharp biological blades instantly tore through Carnarvon's chest armor, and then with a sudden burst of force, slammed Kalga straight away, its ferocious bladed limbs slashing wildly, knocking away all the chapter commanders, legendary company commanders, and elite veteran company commanders present.

Several elite veteran company commanders even died on the spot.

Calgar staggered to his feet, his familiarity with the creature immediately revealing its terrifying nature. He gritted his teeth and growled the chilling name: "The Norn Messenger!"

These are the top shadow assassins in the Zerg Hive fleet, and the most feared high-end combat force of the Imperial Army. They always hide in the shadows, and when they strike, they take lives without fail.

"Drooling!" The group sent out a distress signal and received an immediate response.

Each Norn messenger possesses devastating combat power, and is especially adept at stealth and ambush; at their peak, they can even kill elite members of the Imperial Guard.

There was once a Norn messenger who killed three Imperial Guards and dismantled twenty Veteran Dreadnoughts; he was the Zerg's lurking reaper.

Among the legendary chapter commanders, only Kargar could barely delay the Norn envoy for a moment, but he had been caught off guard and was already severely injured. The Norn envoy's most terrifying tactic was surprise attacks, but even without the ambush advantage, his direct combat strength far surpassed that of ordinary Guardians.

Despite his injuries, Karl fought fiercely against several squad leaders, launching wave after wave of attacks in an attempt to contain this deadly threat.

A laser suddenly pierced the sky, clearing the swarm of insects in front of Karga. A figure swiftly flew to the core battlefield, forcing back the Norn messenger with a sword strike and barely saving the heavily injured Karga.

Players, drooling with excitement, have arrived on the battlefield, piloting assault vehicles and engaging in fierce combat with Norn Messengers.

The battle between the two sides tore the entire core battlefield apart.

Just then, another dark shadow swept across the sky, and the second Norn messenger descended from the sky, forming an encirclement with the first one and completely blocking everyone's retreat.

Seeing two Norn messengers appear simultaneously, coupled with the frenzied attack from the surrounding tyrants, Karga's expression instantly turned extremely grave, his heart turning ice-cold. He knew that he and everyone present were already in a deadly situation. These tyrants, though troublesome, were not invincible; what truly sealed their fate was always these terrifying Norn messengers.

In this desperate situation, Captain Hughes, the son of Aura, spoke in a deep voice, shouting to the crowd, "We should retreat temporarily, trading space for time, and wait for reinforcements!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling silver-white figure suddenly fell from the sky, carrying an overwhelming pressure that could destroy the world. It crashed heavily into the center of the battlefield, raising clouds of dust and causing the ground to tremble violently.

Primarch Feralus Manus has arrived on the battlefield with overwhelming force!

"Primarch Ferrus!"

Guilliman learned of the plight on the ground, and the swarm of insectoids led by the tyrant, especially the Norn messengers, even made Guilliman take it seriously.

As the lord of Alteramar, he could not easily participate in the war, so this task was given to Ferus.

Felus soared through the air, using its own gravity to crash into the ground, its silvery-white body piercing straight through the Norn messenger.

Boom!

The terrifying force directly slammed into the body of this top assassin of the insect hive, deforming and twisting it.

The violent explosion blasted a deep crater into the ground, and a large amount of corrosive black fluid gushed out from the wound, splashing onto the ground, corroding it and producing puffs of white smoke and a hissing sound.

The Primarch's stance unfolded instantly, like a scene from a war god appearing on the battlefield.

At this point, the humans of Kos realized that it was the Primarch who had come to save them.

This incredibly shocking scene caused Hughes' pupils to shrink sharply, his face filled with horror. He stared blankly at the towering, silver-white figure, muttering to himself, "The Primarch—it really is the Primarch!"

Only then did he snap out of his daze, his mind reeling. He never expected that a Primarch would appear on this desperate battlefield! In everyone's mind, Primarchs had all perished or disappeared, lost to the long years and the flames of war.

The Primarch's sudden arrival completely shattered the deadlock. Hughes, who was in dire straits, was utterly shocked, but a glimmer of hope for survival instantly ignited in his heart, and his previous despair vanished.

His silver-white power armor, stained with the black blood of the Zerg, made him resemble a war god from ancient mythology. His cold, sharp gaze swept over Hughes, and his deep, booming voice resounded across the battlefield, carrying undeniable authority and arrogance as he shouted, "Retreat? Only cowards choose to retreat!"

"Only the truly strong will face the flames of war head-on and fight to the death! If we are to fight, we will fight to the very last moment, and we will never retreat a single step!"

"Every inch of land beneath our feet, every patch of sky above us, belongs to humanity! We must fight these despicable insectoids to the death, annihilating them completely! The majesty of the Empire will not tolerate the slightest transgression by any alien race, and human life will not be allowed to be trampled upon by this filth!"

Before the words were even finished, the surviving Norn messenger was still alive. His body, which had been destroyed by almost a third, was visibly repaired. While repairing, he also launched a fierce attack on Feralus's back, accompanied by a bloody wind. His scythe-like blades flashed with cold light and aimed directly at the Primarch's neck. He was so fast that he left only a blur, attempting to replicate his previous sneak attack that severely injured Kalgar.

But against Primarch Feralus, such an attack was futile. Without moving, he reached out with his massive, steel-like hand, precisely gripping the Norn emissary's heavily armored neck, his knuckles tightening to sever its howls and struggles. Immediately afterward, Feralus slammed the top-tier Hive assassin wolf into the ground with tremendous force. A deafening roar echoed as the hard earth cracked instantly, and the Zerg's tough armor shattered in mid-air.

Before the Norn messenger could struggle to his feet, Felus strode forward, clenched his right fist, and, imbued with the Primarch's immense power, slammed it down on its head!

thud—

A deafening thud resounded as the Norn messenger's head was utterly shattered by the punch, milky-white brain matter mixed with black corrosive fluid, and fragments of bone and armor splattered everywhere. This terrifying assassin, who had once driven a group of legendary chapter leaders to the brink of despair, died instantly, without a trace of life left.

Felus slowly withdrew his fist, wiped the grime off his armor, and his aura intensified. His gaze swept over the trembling insect swarm and the dumbfounded Astartes, his fighting spirit soaring and intimidating the entire scene.

The brutal annihilation of the Norn emissaries only fueled the ferocity of the Zerg. An endless swarm abandoned all tactics, charging madly toward Feralus, disregarding the cost, solely to tear this human Primarch to shreds.

"Are they crazy?"

Indeed, after witnessing the Primarch's terrifying combat power, the Zerg instantly shifted all their attack targets. The number of Zerg swarms was terrifying, covering the sky and almost obscuring the entire heavens.

The other Norn messenger was incredibly fast, unleashing a powerful burst of psionic energy as it attacked the instant Feralus was rendered impaired by the psionic energy.

Felus is very strong, but his essence is incomplete, and he can be affected by extremely strong psionic fluctuations. However, this effect is nothing to many chapter leaders, and it is nothing to Felus either.

Felus sneered, grabbed the Norn Messenger's blade, and plunged the blade into the Norn Messenger's body.

"Primarch! There's a third Norn messenger!"

The third Norn messenger suddenly attacked from the shadows, and Feralus unleashed a powerful punch that pierced its body.

However, he was no longer able to deal with the second Norn messenger, who launched a fatal attack on the Primarch.

At that moment, a battle blade sliced ​​off one of the Norn messengers' blades.

The Norn messenger let out a scream and had no choice but to temporarily abandon Feralus.

Players were drooling as they joined this ultimate showdown.

"Isn't it unfair to have two against one?"

"Come on, let's have a go!"

As one of the few players capable of fighting the Norn Messenger, although he doesn't have the kind of extreme power surge that Bruce possesses, he is still at the pinnacle of the player base.

The dying assassin went berserk, wildly swinging his claws and blades, eventually slicing through the original body's skin and leaving a tiny wound.

Meanwhile, the Norn messenger, who was fighting the drooling creature, frantically rammed into it, dragging it away from the core of the battlefield.

"Is this the Norn messenger? He's injured, yet he's still so fierce?"

In the backstory, Norn can easily kill the Imperial Guard like a stray dog, while the player has only been in the Warhammer universe for three months. They are still quite far from being a unit of such combat power as those at the top of the universe, and even being seriously injured is still a struggle.

"Damn it, if Bruce were still here, I'd kick this bastard to death."

The Primarch was wounded, a tiny scratch that sent a spurt of crimson blood flying. The instant the blood touched the ground, all the surrounding Hive Tyrants went berserk, charging madly towards Feralus without regard for their own safety. A torrent of blazing lasers erupted, sweeping across the area, instantly incinerating the surging Zerg minions.

Having eliminated the surrounding threats, Feralus was about to press his advantage when a violent and condensed wave of terrifying psionic energy suddenly slammed into his body.

Intense stinging pain instantly swept through his body. Felus's psionic energy was already incomplete, and under this targeted psionic attack, his body stiffened, and he fell into great pain, instantly losing more than half of his combat power.

At that moment, a winged tyrant suddenly swooped down, snatched the head of a tyrant from the ground, and then turned and ran away. It bit the head in one bite, swallowed the tissue stained with the original's blood, and flapped its wings to soar into the sky.

This bizarre scene filled everyone on the Imperial warship with suspicion, and Guilliman frowned deeply. Only the mechanical sage, Kaul, saw through the Zerg's sinister plot.

"Their goal is to steal the Primarch's genes!" Caul's expression darkened, and he warned sharply, "We must stop that Winged Tyrant immediately! It was it that initially analyzed Lord Felus's genetic flaws and released a targeted psionic shock, which severely damaged the Primarch and greatly reduced his combat power!"

Before the words were even finished, all the Zerg on the entire planet of Kos trembled violently at the same time. The Zerg swarm's offensive was instantly reversed. They completely abandoned their fight with Astartes and changed direction at all costs. They piled up their flesh and blood layer upon layer to desperately protect the Winged Tyrant carrying the genetic sample as it retreated at full speed.

High in the sky, the massive Zerg hive warship abruptly changed course, ignoring the Imperial fleet's artillery fire, and forcefully broke through the atmosphere, crashing onto the planet's surface with a deafening roar. Using its colossal hull as a shield, it bravely withstood the onslaught of orbital fire from the sky, determined to protect the transport route for the genetic samples.

At this moment, both the Empire and the Zerg went mad!

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