On the bridge of the glory of macragge, there was a dead silence.
All high-ranking officers of the Ultramarines, including Chapter Master Marcus Calgar, stared fixedly at a corner of the main tactical screen, at the data window that had just been shared by the genesis.
At this moment, their breathing seemed to be choked by an invisible giant hand.
In the window, three unit names flashing with green friendly-force markers were like three red-hot branding irons, searing themselves onto each of their retinas.
[Assault Unit: Fury Berserker Squad]
[Infiltration Unit: Perfect Sword Princess Squad]
[Support Unit: Sanguine Valkyries]
Fury.
Perfect.
Sanguine.
These were not just three words.
These were three names!
They were three forbidden memories of the Great Crusade era, long buried under ten thousand years of dust!
They were the Legion designations of their Primarch brothers!
"Sacrilege!"
Calgar's roar, like that of a tyrannosaur, finally broke the silence of the bridge!
His massive frame trembled violently with rage, his power armor letting out an overburdened groan.
"This is the ultimate sacrilege against our ancestors! How dare they..."
"Quiet."
A cold, steady voice cut through Calgar's fury.
Robert Guilliman.
The Imperial Regent still stood on the command dais like a statue, his gaze never leaving that tactical window.
No one knew what kind of complex expression lay beneath his blue helmet.
A coincidence?
No.
At this level, coincidences no longer existed in the universe.
This was a declaration.
A naked declaration, filled with provocative intent!
Guilliman forcibly suppressed the throbbing mixture of anger and absurdity coming from the depths of his genetic chain.
His voice spread through the fleet via the command channel.
"All units, maintain formation."
"Tactical recorder, activate highest-clearance recording mode. I want every movement, every piece of combat data from them recorded without the slightest error!"
He wanted to know if this was sacrilege, or a... legacy he could not understand.
On the battlefield, the Chaos fleet's offensive grew increasingly frantic.
Dozens of cruisers and frigates formed an incredibly solid defensive node, like steel behemoths coiled in the sea of stars, using airtight crossfire to dead-lock the genesis's assault route.
Any conventional assault would crash headlong into this wall of steel and energy and be ground down to nothing.
This was exactly what the Chaos Lord hoped for.
On the bridge of the genesis, Leticia's expression did not change in the slightest.
Her voice reached everyone's ears clearly through the Sisterhood's internal channel.
The orders were as concise as a divine oracle.
"Angronia, tear it open."
"Fogremia, find the leader."
"Sanguinia, guard the lane."
The orders were given.
Three distinct streaks of light flashed out from the genesis's hangar, like three arrows released from a bow, shooting toward that chaotic sea of stars!
The first to arrive on the battlefield was the dark red streak representing pure fury!
The [Fury Berserker Squad]!
They didn't even use conventional assault craft!
They were heavy landing ships modified by Pertura, equipped with massive battering rams!
No evasion! No tactics!
BOOM—!!!
Under the incredulous gaze of the Ultramarines, the lead landing ship forced its way through countless cannon fires and slammed headlong into the broadside of a Chaos Desecrator-class Cruiser!
Fragile void shields shattered like bubbles!
The massive battering ram embedded itself deeply into the enemy ship's hull!
In the next second, the landing ship's hatch exploded open!
A red figure, like an avenging goddess charging out of hell, was the first to leap out!
It was Angronia!
The massive chain-axe in her hand let out a thirsty roar; with a single swing, she actually carved a massive gap dozens of meters long into the enemy ship's thick armor!
"For the Goddess!!!"
Amidst the frenzied war cries, countless Red-haired Valkyries in dark red power armor poured into the enemy ship through that gap like a torrent of molten lava!
Boarding action!
It unfolded instantly in the most savage, direct, and unreasonable manner!
The entire frontal defensive formation of the Chaos fleet was instantly thrown into total chaos by this unconventional assault!
All firepower, all attention, was deathly attracted by this group of reckless, mad women!
Now is the time!
At the very moment the frontal battlefield turned into a meat grinder!
Dozens of silver, ghost-like streaks of light quietly appeared on the flank of the Chaos fleet.
The [Perfect Sword Princess Squad]!
They piloted high-speed assault craft as elegant as works of art, with slender hulls and smooth lines, tracing perfect arcs that were almost impossible for the naked eye to catch amidst the flying artillery fire.
They did not attack any of the enemy ships.
Their target from the beginning was only one!
The flagship of the Chaos fleet!
Like the most precise scalpel, they followed the defensive gap torn open by Angronia's savage strength and, at an incredible angle, accurately cut into the core area of the enemy formation!
At the same time!
Sacred singing echoed across the battlefield!
Dozens of Sanguine Valkyries with massive snow-white wings spread their wings of light in the air.
It was Sanguinia!
She flew at the highest point, her sky-blue eyes filled with mercy.
Their singing seemed to possess substance.
Golden notes rippled through the void, forming a visible golden barrier constructed of pure Hope and life!
The cursed shells filled with foul psychic energy fired by the Chaos warships were silently purified and dissolved the moment they touched this golden barrier, like snow meeting the sun!
They did not attack.
They were merely dancing and singing.
Yet, they opened up an absolutely safe golden lane, free from any psychic pollution, for Fogremia's assault and Angronia's frontal charge!
On the bridge of the glory of macragge.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Calgar stood with his mouth agape, the anger on his face long since replaced by a massive, incomprehensible shock.
All the Imperial officers were like primitive people seeing the sea of stars for the first time, their minds going blank.
What were they seeing?
A frontal charge of extreme violence!
A precise assassination of extreme elegance!
A battlefield guardianship of extreme divinity!
Three vastly different, even diametrically opposed combat styles had, at this moment, formed a seamless and perfect coordinated combat system, as if rehearsed millions of times!
The Shield!
The Spear!
And... the Holy Light that sheltered everything!
This was no longer war!
This was simply an artistic performance of violence and beauty!
In just a few minutes, that seemingly indestructible Chaos defensive node was completely shredded and paralyzed from the inside by this unheard-of combat method!
Guilliman stared intently at the screen, his incredibly powerful modified heart beating violently and uncontrollably.
The Codex Astartes, which he took pride in and which was revered as a textbook by the entire Empire, seemed so... pale and rigid before this living example of combat.
"Haha... Hahahaha..."
On the bridge of the Chaos flagship, the Chaos Lord wearing a horned helmet did not panic after the initial shock; instead, he let out a burst of even more pathological, sinister laughter.
"Splendid! Truly splendid!"
"The Dark Gods will surely be pleased with such a perfect sacrifice!"
He suddenly waved his hand and issued a new command.
"Contract the formation! Activate the 'Flesh Eucharist' ritual!"
Following his command, from the rear of the Chaos fleet, several special Sacrificial Ships that had been hidden in the shadows of asteroids, their hulls covered in massive flesh conduits, slowly sailed out.
The blasphemous runes on the ships' surfaces lit up one by one.
Hum—!
A psychic surge massive enough to make the stars tremble, filled with extreme filth and greed, instantly crossed the void like the invisible maw of a predator opening wide.
With absolute precision, it locked onto the three units of Angronia, Fogremia, and Sanguinia, who were currently slaughtering their way through the enemy ranks!
They were to be sacrificed on the spot!
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