In later imperial records, this xenoextinc operation initiated by Ultramarines and Daybreakers in the Yoridis system has many serious and imperial conventional names.

For example, the Massacre of Euridais, the Annihilation of Osiris, the Death of the Psionic Species, and so on.

However, in the mouths of the mortal auxiliaries who actually participated in the war and witnessed its true appearance, the war had a vulgar and unique name.

Eurydeis Big.

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When the fleet of the Dawnbreaker finally rushed headlong into the Eurydeth system, which was in the midst of fierce battles, they were presented with a situation that was like a turbulent river during the flood season, and no one could quickly sort it out.

The army from Otlama had already crashed into the center of the battlefield, and the archons of Maculag had no intention of taking every step in this battle, and Killman commanded his army of 120,000 troops, piercing the battlefield where the Greenskin Empire and the Osiris psionics were fighting each other like a sharp sword, trapping the psionic king in a fortress world with lightning speed, and firmly grasping the initiative in this war.

Seeing this, Morgan was even a little undecided: did her blood relatives accurately grasp the core elements of this battle, or did she simply fall into impulse again: or both?

In any case, when Morgan's flagship [Dawning Goddess] stepped into the battlefield amid countless escorts, the battle situation displayed in front of the Spider Empress could still be called [Scorching].

Killiman's army overwhelmed the Greenskins and trapped the psionic king of Osiris, but the terrifying xenomorph hid in the depths of the Greenskin's former core world before it was captured: a nightmarish fortress suspended in the void, made of unimaginable mechanical sorcery and broken copper, on the surface of a permanent glacier studded with veins of pig iron, and a rugged mountain covered with staggering railguns and dense mine belts. The kilometer-wide engine fairing is firmly anchored in the rock bed, and every inch of its land is crowded with pathetic consumables that have been brain-controlled by the Osiris aliens.

The Void Realm alone is a fortress that is difficult to conquer, not to mention that its orbit is crowded with countless alien warships at this moment, from the elegant and eerie hourglass warships of the Osiris psionics to the patchwork space junk ships of the greenskinned orcs, thousands of which are piled up around the fortress world, blocking the next move of the Ultramarines.

Killiman's sons have trapped the psionics king in this filthy land, but they have been unable to fully control the skies or launch a massive gang jumper, and in order to rescue their leader, more and more Osiris warships are emerging from the other side of the galaxy, driving far more enslaved armies than they own, maintaining pressure on the outer front of the Ultramarines.

In a sense, Killiman's tactics did succeed, he trapped the Osiris psionic king, forcing this group of aliens who came and went without a trace to face him head-on, but the embarrassing part is that when the Osiris aliens really exerted all their power and were desperate to fight the Ultramarines to the death, the power brought by Killiman seemed to be somewhat unable to withstand an enemy of this size.

In this way, the core part of the Euredis system fell into a chaotic stalemate: the 120,000 Ultramarines army led by the original trapped the essence power of the Osiris Xenomorph, and the continuous reinforcements of the Osiris Xenomorph began to semi-surround the army of Killiman from the periphery, forming an insoluble ring that could not be untied for a short time and could only continue to consume the strength of both sides.

And if the army of Ultramarines is only engaged in a stalemate battle with the Osiris psionics and their cannon fodder, then with the powerful battlefield coordination force of the Lord of Otrama and the absolute strength of the entire 120,000 Astarte warriors, the avengers from the five hundred worlds will sooner or later be able to destroy the cannon fodder army of the Osiris alien little by little, and tear apart the alien defense line at a huge cost, but this victory will come extremely long and painful.

But the problem is that there is one of the biggest spoilers on the battlefield: the system of Eurydais was once the core of a greenskinned empire, and the number of orcs here was already so large that it could even slow down the pace of the entire Osiris alien, and when the army of ultramarines came, although the greenskins were caught off guard at first and crushed by Killiman, they soon returned to the battlefield happily and started a war against every powerful opponent they could see.

What's more, in the eyes of the vast majority of greenskins, compared to the cannon fodder under the command of Osiris Psion, who are blind-eyed and disorganized, and can only rely on the absolute scale of hundreds of millions of dollars to fight against each other, the extreme warriors brought by Killiman are undoubtedly stronger, more domineering, more courageous, and more popular with the top stick opponents.

Even the greenskins who were theoretically controlled by the Osiris xenomorphs seemed to be indistinguishable from their free cousins, happily blasting at the arrays of Ultramarines and psionics' slaves at the same time, and these screaming creatures became the greatest uncertainty on the entire battlefield: especially when they fought back from the edge of the galaxy and began to threaten both sides of the war at the same time.

And so, when the Dawnbreaker's fleet arrived on the battlefield, although all the forces in the system were fighting around the fortress world at the moment, and there were no opponents stopping them near Mandeville Point, when Morgan's officers witnessed the chaos on the main battlefield, everyone fell into a brief silence.

But the silence of the dawnbreakers did not last long, because soon, they saw clearly the chaos in the galaxy, and the genetic prototype that was originally going to be the master of the store did not dare to make a big deal, and personally came to the command bridge to determine the specific combat strategy.

The mortal auxiliaries who came from far away from the stars of Avalon were thrown into the flanks of the battlefield in batches, responsible for sniping and annihilating the green-skinned orcs who were causing trouble, while the real main force of the Dawnbreaker Legion was assembled and rushed from the weak point of the alien reinforcements all the way to the fortress world where the King of Osiris psionics was located.

Yes, although I don't want to admit it, even the Spider Empress has to sigh: in the face of such a chaotic situation, it seems that the best way is to conduct a gang jump battle and behead the alien king.

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Second Legion even had a trace of ridiculous realization.

Perhaps, in the dark, this galaxy is particularly fond of the quaint tactics of jumping gangs.

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Ahriman took a deep breath.

The Son of Magnus is fully armed: his staff, his psionic powers, his Chanabal saber and ......

His power gloves.

He uttered the incantation in his mouth almost numbly, allowing the raging storm to converge, rise, and sweep through every corner of his vision at his fingertips, tearing every opponent in front of him to shreds.

He lost count of the number of times it had been: ever since he and Hecht's company had landed on the hourglass alien warship, they had been greeted only by a steady stream of enslaved people, from humans, greenskins, and any race that Ahriman knew or not, and he had even seen a spirit in it.

There may have been millions of these cannon fodder slaves on board, or even more, all of them blinded, completely ignoring the tragic deaths of their comrades, constantly storming the positions of the landers from all sides, and every time Ahriman and the Daybreakers killed thousands of these consumables, more would rush out of the shadows of the ship's depths.

And compared to this consumable battle group that could not be killed at all, the [air] on the alien battleship, which was highly poisonous to Astarte, seemed to become irrelevant, although as soon as these gases found the crack in the armor of the Daybreaker, they would take advantage of the void and corrode the muscles and blood vessels at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But all this was not enough to make Ahriman so irritated, and what really frightened the children of Magnus was that when they abandoned their positions at the landing site and launched a life-and-death assault all the way to the depths of the battleship, they found a very bad scene in those corridors that looked like gastrointestinal organs.

It was the mangled corpses of a group of Ultramarines, scattered along the way that looked like they were the same as their landing force, and the further they went, the more noble and important the fallen Son of Killiman was, until they saw the corpses of several think tanks, and their brains that had been gouged out long ago.

By this time, they had reached the deepest part of the battleship, where the walls of flesh were covered with strange life-support devices and hell containers for storing fresh heads, densely packed like a beehive made of flesh and tendons, and Hector found the heads of the think tanks on several of them, and with great grief and anger, he ordered the flamethrower to burn everything here.

It was this move that drew their ultimate goal to the spotlight that the Osiris psionics who ruled the alien warship emerged from the shadows, holding the head of the Ultramarines think tank with half of its brains gnawed off in one of its hands, the xenomorph elite hid among its army of slaves and launched a surprise attack from a ruthless angle, the Dawnbreakers' originally tight array was torn apart, and endless cannon fodder poured in, plunging the entire hall into a bloody hand-to-hand combat.

And just as all the Daybreakers had to be in a bitter battle, the xenomorph, perhaps three or four meters tall, with a thin body and a body floating in the air like gas, dragged its twisted armor, which fused biology and machinery, all the way through the center of the chaotic hall, and came to the kneeling of Ahriman with great interest, admiring the painful expression of the son of Magnus.

Ahriman endured the main attack of the Osiris alien, and the spiritual energy on his body was even temporarily sealed, as if he was being extracted alive, and the huge pain could not even make him stand firm, while the Osiris alien was proudly floating in front of Ahriman, using their unique psionic energy to communicate, and unscrupulously ridiculed in the brain of the thousand sons.

"You're interrupting my meal."

The alien's voice echoed in the mind of the Son of Magnus, and Ahriman couldn't help but feel a little stunned: according to the information, the Osiris psionics could not speak, and the telepathy they used to communicate had never been understood by any human psyker.

The Xenomorph saw Ahriman's confusion, which made her even more proud, and she continued to gnaw at the Think Tank's brain with relish, casually glancing at the Dawnbreakers who were in a bitter battle.

"I am different from my kind: of all races, the brains of your human psionics are my favorite food, even though I have tasted tens of thousands, and over time I have learned your words."

"I'm even puzzled as to why my kind can't experience your deliciousness, especially your newborn, psionic cubs, whose brains are the best delicacy in the galaxy before they're completely dead."

The alien's tone was a self-evidently vicious provocation, but despite this, when it saw that Ahriman was still curled up on the ground, trembling with pain all over his body, it couldn't help but let down its guard and looked at the Dawnbreakers who were still struggling to the death in the distance.

"You shouldn't have come here, I was going to get out of this war, and though our king has a terrible majesty, it's more than the one who led you...... Monsters, I'd rather run away. ”

The xenomorph glanced into the distance, the other direction of the Warhammer, and on its octopus-like tentacles, a dozen pairs of compound eyes flashed with horror and fear.

"The king is no match for that monster, maybe today is the end of our civilization."

"But it must not be my ......"

It muttered to itself, then drained its brain, its sinuous claws reaching out to Ahriman, who was kneeling on the ground.

"I can't eat anything fresh, but this ...... of yours"

"Click!"

What interrupted the alien's words was the power fist that Ahriman had been wearing on his left hand.

Then, without hesitation, the son of Magnus threw away his staff, and quickly pulled out the sword at his waist, the trembling body had now regained absolute strength and strength, and the layers of muscles protected by the armor easily pulled the tall body of the alien in front of Ahriman.

"What is this pain?"

Chiko sneered disdainfully.

The blade was swung out, and at any moment came the sharp hiss of the Osiris alien, its solid armor torn apart in front of the sword and power fist of the son of Magnus, but in a moment, the feet of the thousand sons were sprinkled with a large amount of alien blood.

Osiris Alien gritted his teeth and forcibly broke free of his grabbed arm, calling out to his guards with a roar of pain, followed by a large number of blind-eyed golems and Oglim barbarians who emerged from the shadows and were even stronger than the Astarte warriors.

And just as the alien called out its most terrible puppet, the dozens of cannon fodder in front of them had fallen under the sword of Ahriman like ripe ears of rice, and the son of Magnus swung his sword so fast that no one could see it, he killed a bloody path among the hundreds of alien cannon fodder, and the green-skinned corpses that he casually pinched and exploded his head were all over his feet, staining his iron boots green.

Until now, Ahriman had not recovered even the slightest trace of psionic power: but it seemed harmless.

The fall of nearly a hundred strong puppets was only a matter of moments, and in the desperate scream of the Osiris alien, Oglien, who had been distorted and corrupted to the point of being deformed, roared and charged, but Ahriman didn't even look at the opponent, he glanced at the fleeing Osiris alien, calculating the maximum time to deal with the enemy in front of him.

The brute unleashed a wild beast-like attack, but was easily dodged by the Son of Magnus, and the staggering of Ahriman's footsteps was even comparable to a few white scars, and he used only a sword to cut Oglien's chest, and then grabbed the heavy arm that swung it, and after a roar that was so savage that he couldn't believe it, Ahriman removed the arm alive, and then waved it, with his power gloves, and in a few breaths beat the tall brute in front of him into a blurred mess of flesh.

Until this point, the xenomorph had not escaped his vision: it could not escape.

The Son of Magnus caught up with the fleeing Xenomorph like a ghost, grabbed its broken, limp arm, grabbed it with ease, and then broke the backbone of the Osiris Xenomorph, which was taller than Ahriman himself, and even paused for a second before smashing its head with a second blow, adding a second of extreme pain to the Xenomorph.

"You can't do everything with psionic energy alone."

Ahriman muttered to himself.

"With this realization: Go and die."

The boiling blood of the psionic species was tossed in the constant swing of the fists of the Ahriman: he had blasted the mongrel's head, shattered the spine, and pinched any organ like the heart, more than assured that the thing would never come back to life.

And it wasn't until he had done all of this that he realized that his psionic powers seemed to have returned to him long ago: well, it didn't seem to feel any different.

Swords and fists are actually quite useful sometimes.

The strange thought came to Ahriman when he took one last glance at the mangled corpses of the psionic species, but strangely enough, he would have laughed at the remark a few years ago.

But now......

This sentence is actually not unreasonable, isn't it?

(End of chapter)