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Chapter 114: Mother Wolf and Fenris Has No Wolves
Three torrents of biochemical plasma roared out from the biological cannon on the back of the ion cannon worm.

This ferocious Tyranid behemoth is a specialized assault unit of the Hive Mind. Its scorching plasma cannon is enough to burn through all armor and shatter all lines.

The Hive Mind saw Zhou Yun through the eyes of the Tyranid creatures.
Zhou Yun suddenly appeared in the middle of the street like a ghost.
He used some kind of psychic power to shatter the Tyranid creatures around him and pulled out a scarlet cloak from somewhere.

Zhou Yun held up his cape and stood in front of the Tyranid swarm like a bullfighter.

The crackling sound of lightning echoed through the streets, and the plasma was like a tide.
Both the Hive Mind and the Astra Militarum soldiers behind the defense line were watching this scene.

Zhou Yun waved the scarlet cloak in his hand lightly.
The cloak collides with the plasma torrent,
The cloak was so thin, it looked like a prop that a child wore while playing games.
But the plasma that roared as if it was going to burn the entire street to ashes seemed to encounter layers of thick void shields.

Waves of air surged up, but not a single flash of lightning passed over the cloak in Zhou Yun's hand.

The plasma accumulated in front of Zhou Yun, almost forming a dazzling wall of light.

Zhou Yun was like a dam before a flood, standing firm.

Even General Droste, who was standing on the top of the fort commanding the battle, had some confusion in his eyes.
How did Zhou Yun do this?
Some kind of psychic power? Some ancient technological artifact? Or an alien artifact?

"Just get used to it, Hakimi." Reina said in a voice mixed with strange syllables: "Who knows where Zhou Yun found so many strange technological creations."

".Could he really be a great sage of the Mechanicum with a hidden identity?" General Droste couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

At this moment, Zhou Yun, who was standing in the middle of the street, waved the rebound cloak in his hand violently.

A hurricane erupted from the cloak, and waves of plasma were set off.

Bang! ! !
As Zhou Yun waved the cloak in his hand, the plasma torrent was bounced back in the direction of the Tyranid insect swarm.

Countless low-level Tyranid creatures gathered together and overlapped to form layers of flesh and blood walls.
But even they themselves could not resist the well-designed anti-line plasma torrents of the Hive Mind.

The crackling sound of burning flesh and blood continued to ring out, and the flesh and blood walls composed of low-level Tyranid creatures were burned into layers of charcoal in the blink of an eye.

The larger and slower Tyrannosaurus and Plasma Cannon Bugs had no time to dodge.

Their huge bodies collided head-on with the plasma torrent they had fired.

Under the flash of electric light, even the thick chitin shell was burned through in the blink of an eye.

As the whistling current dissipated, three Tyrannical Bugs and three Ion Cannon Bugs fell at the end of the street, among the charred corpses.

Beneath their carbonized chitinous shells, their corrosive flesh was burned to a black and charred state.

Without the long-range armor-piercing firepower of the Tyrannosaurus, the Lemanus tanks of the Astra Militarum immediately regrouped and pressed forward.

The fire and shells focused on the two remaining executioners, and then fell on the remaining insect swarms, causing blood and flesh to fly.
Zhou Yun dodged a few times and stuffed the corpses of the Tyranid beasts into his four-dimensional pocket. He turned around and was on the street fort again.

"What's the situation in other regions?" Zhou Yun came to General Droste and asked.

Since this region was attacked by the Tyranids, other regions must have suffered similar treatment.

This is the characteristic of the Leviathan Hive Fleet, which can quickly change tactics according to the needs of the battle situation, leaving the opponent no time to react.

After yesterday's swarm of insects tactics were blocked, the Leviathan Hive Fleet chose the behemoth attack tactics today.

This almost caught the weak spot of the Astra Militarum.
The biggest problem for the Astra Militarum that came to support Asford was that they were short of manpower and had to rely on narrow terrain to form a front and fight.
If the front line is broken by the Tyranids, the Cadian Assault Force will hardly be able to face the endless swarm of insects head-on.
"Very bad." General Droste's expression was not good: "The front lines of many regions have been defeated by the Tyranids."

"We should retreat."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly. This was within their expectations.

The fact that Xia Niu can hold on to this point is already the limit.
Originally, in General Droste's plan, the lower nest should have been lost on the first day.
It is a great blessing that I can hold on until now.

Now it is more appropriate to further narrow the battle line, concentrate the already small number of Cadian assault troops together, and defend the upper nest.

As the Tyranids were killed and the Zerg tide was temporarily suppressed, the Cadian assault force quickly and orderly retreated.

Sanguinius's face was kind and gentle, as if he was concerned about all the sufferings of mankind in the world.

Zhou Yun stood at the fork in the road, looking up at the stone statue that had stood at the fork in the road for tens of thousands of years.

There were a large number of candles placed under the stone statue, some of which had already been extinguished, while those that had not yet been extinguished emitted a faint hazy orange light, which gathered together as if they had ignited a sea of ​​stars under the feet of Sanguinius.

These lit candles are the devout prayers of the residents of Asford, praying that Sanguinius will bless them with peace.
Some were also presented by Astra Militarum warriors, who prayed that Sanguinius would bless their weapons so that they could resist more enemies of humanity.

The stone statue of Sanguinius above the firelight held a spear in his hand, pointing to the Sharp Spear Tavern that once belonged to Old One-Eye not far away.

The tavern was now empty, and the remaining drinks were distributed by the old one-eyed man to the Astra Militarum soldiers around him.

This fork in the road will be one of the last strongholds of the Cadian Raiders in the Lower Nest.

They will hold their ground here, protecting the passage to the upper nest.

Standing beside Sanguinius, two huge stone statues of unknown persons had been blown down, and the rubble buried the two intersections as a line of defense against the sea of ​​insects.

General Droste was even considering whether to blow up the statue of Sanguinius as one of the lines of defense to block the enemy at the last moment.

But considering that this might undermine the morale of the troops, they had to give up for the time being.

"It doesn't really matter if it explodes." The winged figure in the white light in the corner of Zhou Yun's eyes said:

"I agreed."

"You are not Sanguinius." Zhou Yun glanced at him and said.

Whatever his relationship to Sanguinius was, the Divining Machine had determined that he was definitely not Sanguinius himself.

"I think I am," the winged figure in the white light retorted.

"What a gorgeous statue." At this moment, General Droste walked up to Zhou Yun and said.

He looked up at the towering statue of Sanguinius, with a look of fatigue and piety on his face.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly. After such a long time, he had become somewhat accustomed to the existence of this stone statue and had basically not observed it carefully.
Today I saw that this stone statue is indeed exquisite.
It was clearly a huge rock, but it carved Sanguinius's wings into a feather-like lightness, and carved the silk on his body into a flowing texture.
And on that face, kindness and majesty were juxtaposed, and combined with the sharp pointed spear, Sanguinius seemed like a noble saint who fought with kindness.

"He is worthy of being the most popular Primarch of the Empire." General Droste exclaimed.

Sanguinius is the most worshipped Primarch on most planets except Ultima Segmentum.

This is especially true at Asford near Barr, where this magnificent and exquisite statue is obviously very expensive.

As for why it is not in the Extreme Star Region, we have to mention a famous scenic spot in Macragge.

"Ha, Guilliman was the least popular of our brothers ten thousand years ago, at most only slightly more popular than Konrad and Angron."

The winged figure in the white light said with some sighs:
"I didn't expect that after ten thousand years, his popularity would almost catch up with mine."

"He has countless descendants." Zhou Yun said.

This was inevitable, the Ultramarines' gene-seed was stable and reliable, and with so many Successor Chapters, it would be easy for the planets influenced by it to worship Guilliman.

The Blood Angels are second only to the Ultramarines in number, but their gene-seed is too unstable.

Some of the chapters that suffered so much are hardly worth respecting.

"You do have quite a few excellent kids, but there are also quite a few... Tsk."

Zhou Yun shrugged and said:

"An extreme lover of slavery, periodically massacres civilians on his home planet, tricked by the Great Daemon of Tzeentch into becoming addicted to drinking blood, believes his father is Guilliman, and regards Black Rage and Bloodthirst as gifts from the Gene-Father."

Zhou Yun listed the extreme behaviors of some Blood Angels Chapters like they were familiar to him.

"." Every time Zhou Yun said one, the winged figure in the white light couldn't help but tremble.

Black rage and bloodthirst are the curses that haunt the descendants of Sanguinius.

Ten thousand years after the death of Sanguinius, many Chapters have embraced these two curses to varying degrees.

For example, many Blood Angels have revived the tradition of drinking blood.
Of course, there are also many sub-legions that, even though they are deeply affected by the curse in their genes, still maintain the nobility of the former Ninth Legion.

"It's not entirely their fault that they fell to the Black Rage and the Blood Thirst," the winged figure in the white light said in a hoarse voice.

He seemed to feel that it was his absence that led to these corruptions, and he took it as his own responsibility.

Zhou Yun looked at the winged figure in the white light and sighed softly.
He felt that it was not a question of who was responsible. If one really wanted to find someone responsible, the defect in the gene seed of the Ninth Legion might have been intentional.

"You hate Guilliman, isn't it because he has a mother?" Zhou Yun changed the subject.

Many of the original bodies have adoptive fathers, but not many have adoptive mothers.

"This is a rumor. Russ doesn't like Guilliman very much either, but Russ also has his own wolf mother." The winged figure in the white light retorted.

Leman Russ was raised by a "she-wolf" on Fenris.

"But there are no wolves on Fenris." Zhou Yun shook his head.

Considering there were no wolves on Fenris, Leman Russ was perhaps the closest thing among the Primarchs to having both parents.

"It seems that you know too many little secrets." The winged figure in the white light couldn't help but say.

"Zhou Yun, General Droste."

Reina's voice suddenly sounded, and she walked quickly towards Zhou Yun and General Droste.

"You will never imagine what happened to Demacia!"

Her voice was mixed with strange syllables whose meaning was unknown:
"Nobles, the nobles of the Top Nest actually brought their private soldiers to support us."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun's expression froze for a moment.

Nobles? Under the leadership of Governor Augustus Flax, the nobles of Asford had already entered a state of slump.
These guys were hiding in their own shelters, trying to avoid the disaster.

Why did he suddenly come out and start to support the Star Army with his private soldiers?
Zhou Yun's eyes moved slightly.
(End of this chapter)