The Terminators trample through the acid-etched wreckage of Imperial vehicles, the surviving Dreadnoughts tear apart the Tyranid Spore Behemoth with their iron fists, and the Astartes use their heavy firepower to fire at the Tyranid Cannon Bugs

Dante leaps to his feet and jumps onto the gate, his pistol blasting one gargoyle into a pink mist of blood, and the axe in his other hand splitting the second in two.

Fighting the Titans is not a hassle for the Federation, after all, as long as there is enough firepower, it is not very difficult to destroy the Titans alone. (Note 1)

But it's clear that this Tyron Titan is very different from his kind.

The ground trembled, and the Imperial army had been exchanging fire with the Tyranid Cannon Bugs before, but this was definitely not the effect of the shelling that had been encountered before

Oh, they saw, on the distant horizon, among the ruins, in the last remnants of this church city, the tall form of the Holy Worm standing in the ruins, a creature so large that it almost rivaled the tallest factory tower.

Buildings collapse, ruins crumble, and with incredible speeds, the Living Titans join the fray

Ordinary Tyrann Titans are a bunch of beasts that have nothing special except for their size, and they can be easily dealt with just the right antimatter bomb, but this guy, the circle of supernatural shields and terrifying maneuverability that covers his body...... What kind of monster did the Hive Will make?

"Second round of cover shooting!" Valentine shouted in the communication channel, and then three missiles loaded with gravitational projectiles flew out of the Archon's mount flying in the sky, and then slammed into the shell of the Holy Worm in several invisible arcs.

The chaotic gravitational field was generated from the point of impact, and considering the presence of friendly forces around it, the L3 gravitational projectile was already a heavy anti-ground vehicle weapon that could be deployed for maximum safety reasons, in fact, a single missile was enough to stir the Holy Worm into a mess of minced flesh.

But the result now is that even if the equivalent is scaled up to 300 percent, it still doesn't work.

A brutal howl rang out from the man-made crater, and then, the holy worm emerged from the earth and let out an earth-shattering roar, and two streams of high-melt plasma shot into the archon in the air.

The archons climbed rapidly, scattering with a swiftness that was completely inconsistent with their exaggerated physique, and crossed the range of the Holy Worm's fire.

"Legion Commander, still ineffective." An icy debriefing from the Archon driver rang in Valentine's ears.

"I see, pilot, ready to attack again, this time with antimatter warheads, it will always take out this guy," Valentine said lightly, wielding his greatsword to disembowel a gargoyle.

The foul-smelling alien blood fell onto Valentine's armor with a shattered chitin shell, and although the helmet perfectly shielded the contaminants from contact with Valentine, the slight unhappiness still lingered in Valentine's heart.

The offensive was halted, and the Holy Worm regrouped Tyranid's offensive like a giant signal station, and the rest of the planet's Tyranids were rushing towards it like crazy, while the Reshapers continued to build a blockade on the periphery to keep Tyranid reinforcements and the central battlefield at bay.

What makes people speechless is that the central battlefield has not been able to break through the holy worm, and the losses are constantly increasing.

Even with the Archon's firepower, it would take several rounds to deal with this big monster, and who knows if Tyron would have eaten them all by then......

Just then, a flame ignited in the sky.

What kind of flame is that...... It's like a star......

Valentine couldn't describe how he felt, only felt that the flames were filled with indescribable things, and around the flames, the complex and chaotic multidimensional labyrinth slowly unfolded, flashing and disappearing out of thin air in the void, looking very similar to the state of the Federation fleet when it jumped into phase space, but it was a little different.

As the labyrinth unfolded, the flame became more and more active and vigorous, and the sparks gathered on him, like life, with unspeakable mystery, and fell quickly.

"All air formations, spread out, away from that flame!" Valentine only had time to give this order, but luckily the Necrogenic Scythe had already cooperated with the air force to gain air supremacy, so the evacuation went smoothly.

But now Valentine is not in the mood to care about the evacuation.

That flame has taken on a new twist.

When it was still more than twenty meters away from the ground, the flames stopped, and then, with the burning light and shadow, the flames gradually turned into an almost humanoid existence, his whole body rose like a raging flame, its vision was like a stellar storm, around him, the supernatural heat made the space almost distorted, and in Valentine's individual computer, all the physical degrees were frantically alarming.

Prisoner of space necromancy, shards of the star gods.

In ancient times in Terra, when humans were still living in the solar system, a series of stories called the Cthulhu Mythos was widely circulated.

In it, there is a reference to a god named Ketugaya, whose huge figure is surrounded by thousands of tiny balls of light, which is constantly transforming like a living flame, and is sometimes even described as the sun on earth.

Having long since left the Earth, almost no one on Earth today is aware of the existence of a racial or religious community that believes in Ketugea. But in ancient times, the church of Mercas in ancient Rome left traces of the belief in Quetugua.

In the more distant past, on the vanished ancient continents of Heberil and Atlantis, the inhabitants worshipped Ketugea, so this may have been the starting point for later generations of sun or fire worship.

Now it seems that what the ancients saw, or dreamed, may really exist.

The so-called gods are probably the reflections of the gods of the stars.

With a simple association, Valentine conceived the big picture and made an accurate guess.

Then, taking a deep breath of air, the helmet's purification system was still intact, the smell of blood and poisonous gases, and the rancid stench of the corpse had not been inhaled into Valentine's lungs, but now, a new fear had taken Valentine deeply.

It was the fear of this ancient evil.

The ground exploded into countless molten shards, and countless Tyranid creatures within a few hundred yards were instantly melted into pus

The Biochemical Titan fires countless living cannonballs at the Star God Shard, and the Star God doesn't seem to bother to respond to it, and the cannonball explodes the moment it touches the Ring of Flame around it.

Dante ordered his men to step back cautiously, watching from afar as the two nightmarish otherworldly beings faced off.

If Dante still has some trust in his necromantic friend, he has no regard for the ancient evil that is now in front of him.