Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Their marksmanship was impeccable, and their chainswords were wielded with deadly precision; each attack could take away the land that had blasphemed the Empire.

The lives of the aliens.

Titus was unaware of the true identities of his Black Shield companions, just as they were unaware that he was an Ultramariner. However, he knew from their past missions together that none of the remaining Black Shield monks were inferior to him, and some were even more experienced.

"I am also honored to serve the Emperor alongside you to the very end, my fellow cultivators."

With a swift stroke, Titus killed the alien that was attempting to lunge at him.

Superman's fighting power was used to cover the rear of the Star Guardians, and each of the remaining hundreds of Cardia soldiers could play their part. It would be a waste to use them to cover the rear.

"Run! All of you, run! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Sergeant Sevis urged his men.

One or two emaciated adults and children crawled out from the desecrated streets. They were commoners of the empire, abducted to the top for the amusement of the nobles, which was a common occurrence.

Before they were tortured to death, the nobles who tormented them all died or fled due to the invasion of the Tyranids. This was both their good fortune and their misfortune.

Sergeant Sevis stopped, paused for a moment, then suddenly ran over, grabbed the thin, wounded man who was crawling on the ground, shoved him from behind, and roared, "Run! Everyone run! Now!"

He is a member of the Astral Army, he comes from Cardia, he is Sergeant Sevis, his rank is low, which means he has not participated in many wars, and his companions in the last war were Salamanders.

The young sergeant's pity seemed so superfluous, but Titus glanced at it and said nothing.

The Astral Army, civilians, and the few remaining resistance fighters of Astartes, who fought and retreated, were marked by the Hive Will. They were just waiting to annihilate this last mobile food source before the Hive Will would feast and take the entire planet into its eternally hungry belly.

An Astartes approached from another direction and joined them; he had far more Tyranid blood and his own blood than the others.

"Has it been sent out?" Titus asked.

Astate, who had successfully gathered his strength, nodded, then knelt down, unable to support his massive body any longer, and collapsed heavily to the ground, lifeless.

Behind him was a huge hole, where both the powerful armor and Superman's body were torn apart and devoured. The only reason he was able to hold on until he returned was to put others at ease.

The news has already been released to the public.

It wasn't a request for reinforcements, but rather an announcement to the Empire that the planet was about to be occupied and devoured by aliens, and a request for the navy to carry out a devastating bombardment to level the entire surface, so as not to let these blasphemous aliens benefit from it.

Although it was hard to say whether anyone would receive the message after it was sent out due to the subspace storm, Titus was relieved, as they had done everything they could.

With the cathedral so close by, they had no time to settle the remains of their monk brothers, nor even the luxury of retrieving the genetic seed from there.

"By the Emperor!"

Sergeant Sevis prayed devoutly to the statue of the God-King in the church, more devoutly than ever before.

When they saw this statue, even the Astartes' gazes softened. The Emperor had awakened. Although He still sat atop the Golden Throne, the recent announcement that swept through the entire warp and the physical universe was enough to excite the entire Empire.

When that proclamation sounded, everyone felt proud to be a member of the Empire. Even the most destitute mutants in the lowest hives, who were persecuted and couldn't even get a sip of water and were captured and enslaved, would proudly stand tall.

Although the restoration of the emperor has not yet brought salvation.

The warp storm intensified suddenly after that initial announcement, carrying the intense malice of the Chaos Demons and something even higher. Despite the guidance of the star charts, numerous warp route errors have occurred in the five major star systems of the Imperium of Man in recent times.

Many naval and merchant ronin sank into the depths of warp, never to be seen again. Communication between planets became extremely difficult and chaotic, even among the various forging worlds and the homeworlds of the Astartes, while the appearance of chaos demons became increasingly frequent.

Humanity suffered far more losses in the period following the Emperor's resurrection than before, and the combined losses across the land were enough to shake the entire empire.

It was as if some things were just playing around and teasing humanity before the emperor's resurgence, but when they realized that the master of humanity had awakened, they stopped being careless and relaxed, and began to target him with all their might.

Titus also looked at this standard imperial statue.

Everyone believed that since the great emperor had been resurrected, he would bring the empire not disaster, but blessings that people had not yet realized, and Titus was one of them.

For a fleeting moment, a thought even crossed his mind: the Emperor has awakened, so what about the great Primarch, his own Father of Genes located in Alteramar?

However, this was definitely not something he could meddle in or think about.

Titus did not discard the bomb gun; he hoped that the machine spirit would be pleased and generate more bullets to kill the aliens, so that he could live up to the name of Robert Guilliman's son.

Outside the cathedral,

The dense swarms of Tyranids blotted out the sky, stretching as far as the eye could see. (Kaka)

Hive Tyrant, Cerebrate, Swarm Lord, Executioner, Tyranitar, Licartar, Soldier Bug, Blade Bug, Serpent Bug, Burrowing Python, Ion Cannon Bug.

They even spotted the Terran Titan units.

Such a large force could not possibly be there to destroy these few insignificant rebels, but rather it was the tentacles of this isolated insect swarm that had been generated during previous battles with other enemies, but had not yet been withdrawn.

Despair filled Sergeant Sevis's eyes, and his hand holding the gun trembled.

He feared the hundreds of millions of insect swarms, and he feared the future of the human empire.

Although the Emperor has awakened, He has not yet taken any action or issued any orders. The losses suffered by the human empire are already too great to be compensated. It is said that Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster of the Eye of Terror, has launched the Thirteenth Dark Crusade, and Kadia is urgently summoning any available forces to provide assistance.

If nothing unexpected had happened, his company was originally supposed to go to Cardia as well.

"Your Majesty, when will your decree be issued after your awakening?"

Sergeant Sevis trembled. He didn't want to die. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, or of dying for the Emperor, but that the Emperor had already awakened, and he couldn't live to hear the first decree issued after His resurrection. It was too unbearable.

The Tyranid swarm has no tactics to speak of; facing these tiny rebels, they only need to overwhelm them with sheer numbers.

Everyone was waiting for the Tyranid swarm's attack; that would be the sound of the final bomb, and the entire battle would be over in seconds at that number.

But the Tyranid swarm stopped in its tracks, staring silently at Tytus and Sergeant Sevis.

In that instant, Titus and Sergeant Sevis had a sudden realization: the Hive Will controlling these Tyranid swarms was not looking at them, but at what was behind them.

Behind them stood the statue of the emperor.

The storm in the warp was churning, and for a moment it even overwhelmed the insectoid tentacles.

Titus, Sergeant Sevis, and everyone in the cathedral.

They turned around and made the foolish move of turning their backs to the enemy, something they shouldn't have done in this time of war, but it was a worthwhile one.

Because he has already been born.

The figure that stepped out from the imperial statue, though outwardly appearing as an ordinary person, possessed an aura and essence that could not be concealed, making him exceptionally outstanding and more human than all the humans in the current empire combined.

There's no mistake, yes, this is the first decree issued by the emperor after his awakening.

In this distant forty-first millennium, the Emperor sent His twenty-first offspring to this dark human empire.

The Primarch Shinji Ikari has arrived!

Chapter 294 Primarch Shinji Ikari, step forward!

The warp was churning, filled with meaningless howls and chaos that could shatter any human's tolerance. Warp storms raged, and humans, demons, and even Grey Knights and Archmages were all forced to lose their way.

Every life form, whether in the subspace or in the physical universe, seemed to hear a series of sharp, continuous explosions!

Boiling, boiling, boiling!

The moment Shinji Ikari broke through the boundaries of the universe and crossed time and space, his footprints began to appear throughout the subspace!

The Warhammer universe's warp existed earlier than the physical universe, is more vast, and is more like the beginning and end of everything. Even though the chat group deliberately avoided direct access to the warp, such a special existence would still be marked and recognized by the warp.

The Chaos Gods could never be equated with the Warp. Even the domains and authority occupied by the Chaos Evil Gods were only a part of the Warp. But the new, ownerless, young, unknown, and coveted name card of the Lesser Gods was too obvious to escape the sight of these dark Evil Gods.

In an instant, the sadomasochistic experience had already reached the pinnacle of the most extreme and artistic gameplay thousands of times, wave after wave, layer upon layer, without stopping, but this still could not satisfy it, unless it was served by this brand new figure.

The cauldron of filth began to simmer a poison that could be called a plague of the gods, starting from scratch. When the time came, there would be an antidote, held in the hands of this benevolent father. Only when the poor child afflicted by this plague of the gods bowed down to this father could he be freed.

Khorne, seated atop his bronze throne, was consumed by boundless rage. He was rejected by the favored Roguedon. Among the Chaos Gods, only Khorne had received a Primarch he disliked. This would be an opportunity to change the landscape. He had to have that cowardly new Primarch, far removed from bloodshed and slaughter.

In the dazzling, endless labyrinth, Tzeentch, the master of all changes, has woven countless new schemes, and countless new variations are emerging from him.

The indescribable, Cthulhu-like screams of the Chaos Gods echoed throughout the warp and the physical universe. Their excitement was comparable only to when they joined forces ten thousand years ago to seize the Primarch and kill the Emperor of Man.

The great demons directly under the command of the Chaos Gods roared one after another. They sensed the divine mandate and were willing to pay any price to bring the gods what they had never experienced before.

The new Primarch, whom we have chosen most so far, will become the chosen one for eternity!

The riots in the warp at this moment surpassed any time in the past, even surpassing the period when the Slaanesh were born. Now the barrier between the warp and the physical universe is so thin that these riots have reached reality almost simultaneously.

"Roar!"

The Primarch Angron, now completely dominated by the Butcher's Nails, let out a roar that shook the universe, a roar that overwhelmed any other Great Demon, eager to stain his axe blade with the blood of his other brethren.

Kahn has also received the decree from the Blood God: World Eaters, assemble!

"The twenty-first? Or the twenty-second? Father, have you created a new one to replace us? Will he be as perfect as me? Can he replace me? Hehehe... My dear brother, I will come to find you, I'm coming to find you, I'll find you soon!"

For millennia, Forgrim, with his Astartes offspring and other demons, has repeatedly done things he would never have done before his fall, on his hidden planet. His reaction is almost identical to that of the Chaos God he has turned to.

But besides that, there was also a great deal of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

The human empire has fallen to this point. After his father awoke, he did neither revive Guilliman, who was lying half-dead in Altramor, nor find his other long-lost Primarch brothers. Instead, he launched a brand new Primarch.

Just one!

The current Emperor is far more severe in many ways than during the Great Crusade, yet only one Primarch has been sent!

Sons of the Emperor, assemble!

"Do you really think that this new brother, just one of us, is enough to be worth twenty of us? You think just one of us can surpass twenty of us?"

Confined to the deepest part of the Eye of Fear by the Raven King Corax, Luo Jia prayed devoutly to the Chaos Gods day and night, her face contorted in agony.

His father deceived him.

His father claimed he was not a god, and during the 0th era, he only displayed power far weaker than the Chaos Gods. However, over the past ten thousand years, he could sense that his father's power had been steadily increasing, and now it seemed to surpass any god in the subspace.

If he had known earlier that his father possessed such power, if he had known earlier that his father was truly a god, how could he have possibly sided with the Chaos Gods, who were even less powerful than his father, and made such a wrong decision!

Now, his father has cast out a brand new offspring, only one. Does he think that this one offspring can save the current empire and allow it to survive under the combined forces of the Chaos Gods?

This is wrong.

If it can be proven that this is wrong, then it can be proven that his father is still not the true god, his rebellion is not wrong, then the Chaos Gods are the true gods, he did not trust the wrong person, and his faith is correct.

So he will set off, he will go to find it, he will join the war!

Avoiding Corax, he was to find his twentieth brother and kill him; only then could he prove his betrayal was justified.

Those who cherish words, gather!

"..."

Mortarion, the awkward Mortarion, no one knows what he was thinking after being forced to surrender to Chaos. He didn't speak, he wasn't agitated, he simply obeyed his benevolent father's command and then got up.

Death Guards, assemble!