coobybook Chapter 361 "The Sage"
Chapter 361 "The Sage"
The roar of the Tyrannosaurus Rex tore through the sky.
These terrifying creatures swooped down like a living fighter jet squadron, their outstretched membranous wings obscuring the starlight, and acid bombs rained down on the battlefield. The fire defenses erected by the Salamander warriors were easily breached, and a dragon used its claws to grab an entire Dreadnought mech, slamming it to the ground from a hundred meters in the air.
"Hold the formation!" Van Grey's roar was drowned out by the explosions. His greatsword severed the head of a dragon, but more monsters surged in from all directions. The fire lizard warriors' heavy flamethrowers were running out of fuel, and the Silver Knights' ammunition reserves were already depleted.
Just when the defense line was about to collapse——
A streak of crimson lightning cleaved through the swarm of insects.
The figure descended from the sky, its four-meter-tall body crashing heavily into the center of the battlefield, the shockwave knocking over dozens of Bladebugs. As it unfurled its pristine white wings, the helmet displays of all the Space Marines flickered incessantly due to energy overload.
**Carrion, the Super Angel Commander**.
His very presence was a storm—his crimson power armor was etched with ancient runes, and his two power swords were wreathed in silver psionic lightning. There were no superfluous movements, no battle cries; he simply swung his swords.
The swarm of Blade Insects fell like straws. The thick carapace of the Overlord-level Warrior Insects was as thin as paper under his sword. Three Tyrannosaurus Rex pounced at the same time, but were cut into pieces in the blink of an eye, their green blood not even having time to splatter onto his wings.
“That’s…” Jericho Lyon, supporting his heavily injured body, saw a figure in his psionic vision radiating a blinding golden light, “Primarch-level psionic reaction…”
Carleon's fighting style transcended conventional tactics. Every swing of his sword precisely severed the insectoid's nerve nodes, and every kick shattered the Tyrannosaurus's toughest carapace. When he unleashed a silver shockwave from his crossed swords, the entire battlefield was wiped out of the insectoid swarm, leaving only smoldering debris.
The Salamander commander stared in shock at the tactical display: "His killing efficiency... is 478 times that of an average Space Marine..."
Van Grey seized the opportunity to rebuild the defenses. As Carion swept across the front lines like a hurricane, the remnants of the two chapters began to concentrate their firepower to eliminate the remaining Zerg. Super Angels descended one after another—though fewer than fifty in number, each displayed astonishing combat prowess.
"Reinforcements have arrived!" The warriors of the Silver Knights were filled with renewed fighting spirit.
Karion abruptly stopped, looking up at the distant horizon. His voice, amplified by psionic energy, resounded directly in the minds of all the warriors: "The true threat is awakening. Prepare to face the embodiment of the Hive Will."
The earth began to tremble. A shadow ten times larger than the previous behemoth was writhing underground...
…………
The smoke of battle suddenly froze.
The moment the man clad in crimson power armor stepped off the Thunderhawk gunship, even the raging insect swarm paused briefly. Super Angel Commander Carleon—the warrior who had just swept across the battlefield like a god—knelt on one knee, crossing his two psionic swords before his chest, performing an ancient ritual reserved only for audiences with the High Lord.
“Lord Russell.” Carleon’s voice held a reverence that Van Grey had never heard before.
The man named Russell simply nodded. He wore red power armor, and the medals on his chest gleamed brightly. Most astonishingly, however, was the golden psionic energy swirling around him—not the energy fluctuations of an ordinary psionicist, but rather a tangible, liquid light that formed a constantly rotating ring of runes beneath his feet.
"Commander, do you still recognize me?" Russell gave a familiar smile that instantly transported Van Grey back to decades ago.
“Russell…” Van Grey’s voice seemed to be blocked by something, “You are… that commando…”
Russell was completely different now. His eyes had turned pure gold, filled only with flowing psionic flames. The ordinary entrenching tool "Blood Drinker" gleamed in his hand, its blade engraved with mysterious killing runes.
Standing beside him, the young girl Arya gently tugged at Russell's sleeve. This seemingly frail girl wore a simple psychic suppression suit from the Sisters of the Order, her long silver hair fluttering in the psychic fluctuations. Her eyes gleamed silver, and when she met Van Grey's gaze, the Chapter Master felt a strong psychic resonance—this girl's psychic potential even surpassed Jericho Leon's at his peak.
The battlefield suddenly erupted once more. Three overlord-level blade insects broke through the defenses and charged straight at the small landing site.
Russell didn't even turn around. He simply raised his entrenching tool slightly—
A golden bolt of lightning struck down.
When Van Grey's vision returned, the three monsters that had inflicted such heavy losses on the Space Marines were now just skeletal skeletons emitting blue smoke, while Russell remained unmoved. Arya floated in mid-air, her hands forming a complex hand seal, purifying all the spore smoke that tried to approach.
“Now is not the time for reminiscing.” Russell’s golden eyes gazed at the rising earth in the distance. “The Hive’s will has locked onto Arya—it knows what she’s capable of.”
Carleon stood up, his wings fully unfurled: "Saint, please give the order."
Russell brandished his entrenching tool and said, "Let's end this war. Arya, are you ready?"
The girl nodded, her hands beginning to weave intricate psionic patterns. Her voice carried both a youthful crispness and an ancient echo: "The Heart of the Swarm is three hundred meters underground... I can feel its fear."