The Last Sentinel

No one knows the Hive Tyrant better than Malajin.

If the Gun Bugs and Blade Bugs are cannon fodder, then the Hive Warriors are elites, and the mutated Hive Warrior leader is a captain-level unit.

So, the Hive Tyrant is the noble of the Hive, a proper commander unit, a war weapon truly bred in a fixed location, quantity, and method. They are born Hive Powerhouses. Each Hive Tyrant possesses physical destructive power and psionic suppression power. They can take on more than double-digit Space Marines single-handedly. In addition, with their special combat skills, they can easily slaughter ordinary Space Marines!

But these aren't even the scariest things!

The most terrifying are commander species like the Hive Tyrant. They possess intelligence far exceeding that of ordinary humans and have absolute leadership over the other individuals in the Hive. With a single thought, they can make a cowardly Hive Warrior leader risk his life by sacrificing both of his arms, rendering him incapable of fighting.

No wonder that mutated insectoid warrior from the insect hive was so fierce.

It's all because the Hive Tyrant is behind us.

Malakin lay on the abandoned trench, watching the hundreds of massive Zerg barges, accompanied by a thousand-meter-long Zerg warship, slowly press in.

At this moment, Malakin felt no fear, no worry, no unease, only calmness.

"Perhaps dying like this is a good ending," Malakin said sarcastically. "Compared to those unfortunate kids who were put into Titan armor, I'm lucky! I can still return to the Golden Throne."

The Zerg hive warships loomed across the sky, casting a dark shadow over the entire battlefield, and the resisting Space Marines fell one after another.

The endless army of insects hatches from the battlefield like a tide, quickly grows into adults, devours more corpses, transforms into more insects, and repeats the cycle endlessly.

Is this planet finally coming to an end?

The crackling sound of electricity echoed in Malakin's ears as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. "Buddy, you don't look too good!"

Malakin wearily opened his eyes, and what came into view was a giant red can, nine meters and ninety centimeters tall, wearing blood-red power armor!

"Primarch?"

"No, that's not right, Blood Raven doesn't have a Primarch."

"But its size has already reached that of the original..."

The giant red can chuckled, its eyes, glowing crimson, scanning beneath its red helmet. "Don't you recognize me? Malakin! It's me! Gabriel, Chapter Master of the Blood Ravens! Our Blood Ravens even had a team-building event at your warehouse last time! I left you a full fifty power armors!"

Malakin gave a bitter smile. "I'm sorry, my friend, this planet has fallen. Take your chapter and leave. The Hive Tyrant is not something Space Marines like you and me can handle."

"No, no, no!" Gabriel looked back at the sky. "The Hive Tyrant is indeed powerful, but it is still far from the Primarch! It is at most a demigod, while the Primarch is a god! As long as the Primarch descends, everything will be alright."

Malakin blinked. "My friend, am I hallucinating from blood loss? Blood Raven doesn't seem to have a Primarch, so where did this Primarch's arrival come from?"

Gabriel waved his hand triumphantly, "No, my friend, Blood Raven has always had a Primarch, and our Primarch has returned! A Primarch more powerful than Guilliman, Scar Khan, and Sangeles! And he's on his way!"

At this point, Gabriel took out a flagpole from his spatial pouch. The flagpole suddenly enlarged, making a whooshing sound, and transformed into a giant blood raven battle flag that was thirty meters long!

The moment the blood-red Blood Raven battle flag was planted on the battlefield, the flagpole hissed against the ground, and beams of nanoparticle-like electrons spread out wildly. The blood-red beams illuminated the sky, and the red light of the Blood Raven colored the entire world. Even the vast Zerg army was stunned by this red light and stood motionless.

"Gabriel welcomes the Primarch!"

Gabriel knelt on one knee and kowtowed sharply towards the Blood Raven battle flag.

The next moment, dimensional rifts in the subspace opened overhead, and one after another, blood-red battle barges roared out, their crimson halos dazzling the eyes—ten, twenty, fifty…one hundred! Two hundred! Three hundred!!

Three times the size of the Zerg hive fleet!

At the very center of these combat barges is a flagship that is three kilometers long!

The Blood Raven flagship unleashed a powerful energy shield, leading the battle barges to confront the Zerg hive fleet in the sky.

Such a magnificent scene moved Malajin to tears.

In the end, it wasn't the Regent's Ultramarines who extended a helping hand to the Lamenters Chapter, nor their own Blood Angels Chapter, but the Blood Ravens Chapter, a group stigmatized as thieves.

Boom—Roar!

On the flagship of the insect hive, the terrifying black mist dissipated, revealing a terrifying insect hive monster a hundred meters tall. It slowly stood up, its body as strong as a werewolf, with a pair of huge black bat wings on its back, and a black horn shining brightly above its head!

The appearance of the Hive Tyrant caused the entire Hive to become excited, and a surging Hive army surrounded it, getting closer and closer.

"How annoying!"

A languid voice echoed across the battlefield. The speaker stood on the deck of the Blood Raven flagship. He was ten meters tall, with golden spiky hair burning with terrifying energy flames. His strong muscles, like granite, outlined a resolute profile. With his arms crossed, just one glance was enough to make the entire Blood Raven fleet boil with excitement, and shouts resounded throughout the battlefield.

"With the Primarch's arrival, the Hive is doomed!"

"The King of Platinum, invincible!"

"..."

Primarch?

Malakin was a little confused. Was that powerful golden god on top of him the Primarch?

When did the Primarch appear?

Does the Empire have such a Primarch?

After a brief hesitation on the battlefield, Ye Feng raised his hand, aimed it at the hundred-meter-tall insectoid tyrant in front of him, and declared in judgment, "If the insectoids of my homeland knew that you trash had defected to the myriad realms and become their henchmen, they would tear you to pieces and expel your genetic lineage from the insectoid race!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden beam of force field shot from Ye Feng's left index finger and mercilessly struck the Hive Tyrant!

"roar!"

The Hive Tyrant, as expected of a commander-level intelligent unit, instantly realized Ye Feng's strength, which was far beyond its ability to contend with!

The Hive Tyrant roared, and countless Hive Warriors, Mutant Warriors, and Gargoyle armies rushed towards Ye Feng's battle flagship like moths to a flame, ready to shield the Tyrant from this fatal blow!

Ye Feng's lips curled up, his hands spread out, and his ten fingers moved slightly. The next moment, thousands of force field beams appeared in the air. Countless force field beams converged into the sharpest spears. Those insect hive individuals died upon contact and were annihilated upon touching them!

Ye Feng remained calm and composed, his hands moving with the agility of a pianist, his movements fluid and swift. Countless golden beams of force flashed wildly, transforming the entire battlefield into a vibrant disco scene. The insects, which had nearly destroyed mortals, proved as fragile as paper against the powerful force beams. The massive, sky-covering insect hive fleet was pierced through one by one, and the rich aroma of roasted giant insects filled the air…

Malakin looked up, his eyes filled with nothing but shock and adoration.

What is a genomicon?

What are gods?

This is!

With a single note, the enemy vanished into thin air!

At this moment, the swarm tactic is just a number in the face of absolute combat power.

A similar scene unfolded at the Ultramarines command post.

On the command post screen, the Blood Raven Primarch unleashed millions of force field beams, slaughtering the Zerg and leaving all the Ultramarines commanders stunned.

"This...this is the strength that the Primarch can achieve?"

"No, impossible! I've seen Father God Guilliman, and he... he's never slaughtered an enemy like this! This is utter annihilation, pure brute force, without any skill whatsoever."

"That's a bit too strong."

Just then, a phone rang. The Ultramarines commander hurriedly answered, "Hello, is this the Inquisition? I'd like to confirm if the Platinum Lord in this battle is truly a Primarch of our Empire?"

On the other end of the phone, the judge's voice was calm, slowly uttering two words: "So be it."

The commander was a little confused. "What do you mean by 'such'? Is the Platinum Lord actually the Primarch? If so, we need to rush to his aid immediately! If not, we won't go!"

The Inquisition said, "The Living Saint instructed me to tell you all that it is so! If you agree, then go and follow the Primarch! If you disagree and do not go to his aid, the Empire and the Inquisition will not pursue you. In any case, with that person's power, if he so desires, not a single heretic in this star system will be left alive."

The communication with the courtroom was disconnected. The Ultramarines Commander silently watched the Platinum King wreak havoc before sitting back down.

"My lord, shall we go to the Primarch's aid?"

"Going now will only make the Primarch hate us! Forget it, with that Primarch's power, the entire star field could burn if he wanted to."

"I now realize that there are differences between Primarchs."

"Indeed, some people are gene warriors, and some are Titans. Titans and gene warriors are not the same thing, nor are the Platinum King and the Primarch."

"However, I don't think it's a good idea for us to just stand by and watch. How about we send a few people as a token gesture?"

"Are you crazy! You think they're easy to mess with? That's the Blood Ravens! Have you ever dealt with the Blood Ravens? They're a warband that even Inquisition judges would only come back in their underwear! Not to mention, now that the Blood Ravens have their own Primarch, they're probably not just limited to stealing anymore. They even have the means to rob now. With their Primarch backing them up, these bastards will do anything!"

"I almost forgot, those are Blood Ravens, not those iron-clad trash from the Weeping Ones. Thanks for reminding me."

"Now we can only pray that those Blood Raven thieves—no, robbers—don't remember us, otherwise they'll definitely take advantage of the Primarch's presence to rob us like crazy!"

Just as the Ultramarines commanders were whispering among themselves, an unfamiliar electrical signal interrupted their conversation.

"Hello! I'm Gabriel, the leader of the Blood Ravens Chapter! My brother Malakin says you owe them a lot of military funds! Is that true?"

"I don't want to hear your explanations, and I don't want to argue with you. Send them a hundred times the amount of military supplies they owe you within one day!"

"Or, I could just send my Blood Raven army right up to your command post!"

"If you're not satisfied, you can call Guilliman over. Our Primarch would love to have a match with him!"

"Finally, this is not a discussion, this is a notification—a notification from Blood Raven to the Ultramarines!"

In an instant, the entire command center fell into a deathly silence...