Shortly after Sith arrived at Terra, a second dense wave of fleets rushed out of the Warp.
Although they had long known that the incoming forces were enemies, they did not know how much longer the current Chaos Warmaster could hold out.
However, the defenders of Terra, who had long been driven to despair by the Tyranids, felt not a shred of fear this time.
Instead, a group of people looked at the Tyranids, who were being pummeled and were burying their heads in sighs, then looked at the aggressive coalition of Abaddon and Vashtorr, and looks of pity, much like Lorgar Aurelian's, appeared on their faces.
If there was anyone currently happy about Abaddon's arrival, it was probably only the ancient ship, which had been beaten into numbness.
Never mind the Tyranid War Beasts on the ground; even the countless bio-ships in the void widened their eyes in surprise and looked toward Longlin Star.
For the people of Sanctuary Star, when they were being beaten the worst by the Tyranids, they would welcome even enemies if they arrived.
Because even if they were enemies, they were enemies who could help share the beating.
And right now, the look in the Tyranids' eyes as they gazed at Longlin Star was exactly that!
After all, this cheating human's fists were limited; if Abaddon took one more punch, didn't that mean the Tyranids would take one less?
No matter how you looked at it, it was a profit!
So much so that the human defenders on Terra hadn't even reacted yet, hesitating over whether they should still strike a defensive pose.
Otherwise, would it be somewhat disrespectful to Abaddon?
The sea of Tyranid ships, which had been frantically trying to rescue their own ancient ship, turned directly and rushed toward Longlin Star.
Even that ancient ship would rather take a few more punches from Sith than not move closer to Abaddon.
In the void at this moment, in the place where both Lorgar Aurelian and Abaddon's forces were looking simultaneously.
The Tyranids were rushing excitedly toward Abaddon, even fearing that Abaddon wasn't durable enough, preferring to let Abaddon unilaterally reduce the number of their bio-ships rather than fight back.
Watching this scene, along with the golden sun brought by the ancient ship, Abaddon's face turned completely livid!
"Are the Tyranids this shameless too?!"
"Aren't they bugs? Aren't they afraid of nothing?!"
It seemed Abaddon had finally found a place to vent, and he pointed directly at the Tyranids, who were excitedly pressing closer, and berated them angrily.
Then, amidst Abaddon's constant cursing, the scene that followed completely made him shut his mouth.
That ancient ship, which had been frantically swaying its body to accelerate, suddenly and gradually... slowed down its movements!
Or rather, it really couldn't run anymore!
Never mind Abaddon, who suddenly froze; even Vashtorr, who had been frantically calculating which step had gone wrong, stared over in a daze.
The surrounding bio-ships, which had been frantically approaching, stopped abruptly, and after a brief pause, they rushed back even more desperately.
However, so many bio-ships were blocked by the orac that had been teleported directly in front of Sith, and then, amidst the stiffening figures of Abaddon and Vashtorr, the holy Macro Cannon array frantically reaped the surging Tyranid Swarm!
Until the third round of roars ended, as the ancient ship completely ceased moving its body, at a very ordinary second.
The bio-ships and Tyranid War Beasts suddenly all froze.
Their originally fierce eyes, after this second, turned into endless confusion and dullness.
A burst of golden light suddenly rushed from inside the ancient ship and exploded with a roar!
The body, as massive as a continent, drifted slowly into the dark universe under the golden light.
The large-scale performance of dullness and silence, a chain reaction centered on the ancient ship, swept toward all Tyranid units in the void.
Regardless of whether it was the highest-level bio-battleship or the lowest-level Tyranid termagant.
The shadow of the Tyranid Swarm dissipated rapidly as if it were dark clouds blown away by a gale, and that tentacle of the Tyranid Swarm extending from the distant void also collapsed like a falling skyscraper, with the originally densely gathered bio-ships breaking apart and falling.
Humanity, for the first time... had truly severed a Tyranid tentacle!
On the surface of Terra, and even further away on Mars and Pluto.
All surviving humans stared blankly at the scene in the void.
The war with the Tyranids had lasted for such a long time, and the victory that humanity had paid such a huge price for but had never been able to obtain.
Today, it was finally brought to everyone by that golden sun in the picture!
Piety!
Under the repeated shouting of the Ecclesiarchy Priest and the Word Bearers, countless Mortals, Battle Sisters, and even Astartes knelt before that golden sun.
The Adeptus Mechanicus, far away on Mars, also stared fixedly at the completely sanctified orac, their eyes full of the excitement of the Omnissiah's descent.
Subsequently, countless artists, from their respective positions, frantically depicted this galactic spectacle.
Boundless void.
Beneath their feet were the collapsing and scattering long tentacles, and behind them was the holy giant ship shining with divine light.
Longlin Star and other Chaos Traitors hid in the darkness outside the light, while the many planets of the distant Sol System were bathed in the radiance.
And at the center of the picture was the True God, standing proudly in the void in human form!
The artists depicted it continuously with trembling hands and feet, and on the other side, inside Longlin Star, which was not actually in a dark corner, Abaddon and Vashtorr were also looking at the scene before them with trembling hands and feet.
"Our ancient artifact..."
"Will it work?"
Abaddon gazed at Sith, who was single-handedly blowing up the ancient ship from the inside, and asked with a hoarse voice.
Hearing this, Vashtorr finally reacted and hurriedly raised his iron hammer scepter to tap the floor.
A strange energy began to diffuse from Longlin Star; this energy was by no means Warp power, nor was it some kind of strange psychic power.
It was an energy that hadn't appeared in the current galaxy for too long.
Seeing that Vashtorr was actually going to do it, Abaddon's face panicked, and he actually reached out to actively grab Vashtorr:
"Are you really going to do it?!"
Vashtorr's floor-tapping action was interrupted by Abaddon, and he immediately glared at Abaddon in dissatisfaction.
After forcefully breaking free from Abaddon's tightly gripping hands, he quickened his pace while grumbling:
"With what? Our ancient artifact isn't a combat artifact."
Abaddon was stunned:
"Then what are you doing?"
Vashtorr became completely impatient, and with his final tap, he unleashed the ancient artifact's energy and tore open a strange passage behind Longlin Star, connecting directly to another part of the void, before turning back:
"Of course, it's to run away!"
"Otherwise, are we waiting for that kid to attack us?"
Run away?!
Abaddon stared blankly at Vashtorr, who had never put the reality universe or any individual in his eyes.
He even suspected that he had misheard; how could this old guy also be a coward?
Then, looking at the grand army he had brought and then at the evacuation passage behind him, Abaddon felt that this trip was truly a disgrace to his reputation as Warmaster.
Running away now, doesn't that mean I went through all this effort, only to come over for a look, and then run away again?
Abaddon felt aggrieved inside, but recalling how Sith had just single-handedly blown up the ancient ship and the orac had blocked the sea of bio-ships single-handedly.
After swallowing dryly again, he still chose to shut up.
Losing face is better than getting beaten up.
Just as Abaddon decided to let it go, Sith, having completely killed the Tyranids, looked at Abaddon.
Longlin Star led the fleet to retreat toward the passage, and then, above Longlin Star, a sun and a giant ship shining with divine light suddenly appeared.
The Industrial Daemons on Longlin Star instantly wailed as black gas steamed off them under the radiance of the light.
And in the eyes of the stunned Chaos Traitors around them, Longlin Star's originally normal movement speed, as Sith raised his hand, actually became exceptionally jerky.
The entire Longlin Star trembled and wailed under the immense force; feeling the vibration in the command room, Abaddon stared blankly at Sith in the sun above his head, and his eyes gradually became covered with fear.
Then he looked sharply at Vashtorr beside him and pointed directly at Sith.
"You're a Chaos God too, you go out and fight him!"
Vashtorr, who had been busy controlling Longlin Star at full power and even using the ancient artifact to run away, suddenly paused, then slowly turned his head to look at Abaddon:
"Are you..."
"...serious?"
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