bullyxtreme Chapter 362 The Secret of the Black Stone
Chapter 362 The Secret of the Black Stone
The air suddenly became thick.
The roar of the Hive's will exploded deep within everyone's minds; it wasn't a sound, but a pure, all-consuming hunger. The earth began to crack, and dozens of legendary Tyrannosaurus Rex burst forth—
The **Hive Overlord** stands over ten meters tall, each of its four scythe-like limbs gleaming with an anti-spiritual energy field; the **Norne Walker** is like a moving, living fortress, its back-mounted cannons condensing bio-plasma powerful enough to vaporize a Thunderhawk gunship; the **Terran Arbiter** is the most terrifying killing machine, its slender body covered in black crystals that absorb energy.
Van Grey's tactical display flashed a frantic warning: each of these Tyranid beasts was capable of wiping out a company of Space Marines. His fingers unconsciously tightened around the Imperial Judgment, the leather hilt groaning under the strain.
"By the Emperor..." In Jericho Lyon's psionic vision, the crimson psionic energy surrounding the monsters almost burned his eyes.
Russell simply turned the entrenching tool slightly.
“Arya, the barrier.” His voice was as calm as if he were preparing for a picnic.
The silver-haired girl clasped her hands together, and a semi-transparent psionic dome instantly enveloped the entire battlefield. The next second—
"Psionic Storm."
Russell raised his entrenching tool and pointed it to the sky.
Golden lightning rained down like a storm, but it didn't originate from the clouds—it flowed upwards from the ground! Each bolt split into hundreds of thinner electric snakes upon impact, leaping among the swarm. Overlord-level Blade Insects vaporized instantly in the lightning, the Biological Weapons of the Gun Insects self-destructed inside their cannons, and even the most powerful Norn Walkers let out painful roars.
The super angels transformed into white lightning bolts, cutting into the battlefield. Carion's twin swords drew a perfect cross, shattering the black crystal armor of the Tyrannical Arbiter like glass. The other angel warriors fought in groups of three:
- One person used a specially made gravity hammer to smash the Zerg hive overlord to its knees.
- One person pierced the energy core of a Norn Walker with a psionic spear.
- A person wielding a holy book of fire unleashes a sacred fire that suppresses regeneration.
Outside Arya's psionic barrier, the battlefield had transformed into a vortex of psionic and bio-energy. Russell stood at the eye of the storm, runes on his entrenching tool lighting up one after another. When the seventh rune illuminated, he suddenly plunged the entrenching tool into the ground—
"The Final Shock."
Centered on the tip of the shovel, a golden ripple swept across the battlefield. All the Tyranid creatures affected by the ripple instantly froze, their nerve cords resonating and rupturing at the psionic frequency. The three most powerful war beasts crashed to the ground, their flesh beneath their shells turning into golden particles of light.
Van Grey finally understood why the Hive Will was terrified—this man possessed the power to utterly destroy Tyrannosaurus.
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The remains of the Hive's tentacles burned on the battlefield, golden psionic flames devouring the last surviving Tyrannosaurus creatures. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burnt protein, mixed with the odor of ionized ozone. Russell stood atop the head of the Hive Overlord, his entrenching tool "Blood Drinker" deeply embedded in its massive compound eye, golden psionic patterns still spreading across its carapace.
“It’s over,” Arya said softly, silver-blue psionic sparks dancing between her slender fingers. The girl’s face was horribly pale, and blood from her nose had stained the collar of her nun’s uniform.
The superangels silently sheathed their swords, their pristine white wings stained with the green blood of the Zerg. Carleon walked to Russell's side, his four-meter-tall frame leaning slightly forward: "Saint, the Hive Will has retreated, but this was merely one of its tentacles."
Russell pulled out his entrenching tool; the blood grooves on the blade gleamed with an eerie red light, as if absorbing the essence of the Zerg. He turned to the battered Van Grey: "Chapter Commander, the line is safe for now."
Van Grey's Terminator armor was badly damaged in several places, and his visor was riddled with cracks. He walked forward with difficulty: "Russell...who exactly are you? Decades ago, you were just an ordinary—"
"A mortal?" Russell chuckled, the golden psionic energy in his eyes fading slightly, revealing a fleeting roguishness familiar to the old Kadia soldier. "I still am. Only... I've acquired a few more tricks."
Arya suddenly coughed violently, spitting a mouthful of blood onto her palm. Russell instantly appeared beside her, his rough hand gently pressing against her back: "That's enough, stop using psionic powers."
The girl stubbornly shook her head: "The orcs' WAAAGH field is strengthening... The greenskins have sensed the Zerg's retreat, and they're preparing to attack."
On the tactical display, the green marker representing the orcish forces was indeed beginning to stir. The salamander commander, dragging his injured leg, approached: "The orc warlord 'Bonecrusher' Guruk has gathered thirty warbands and is moving towards the eastern flank of the defensive line."
Russell gazed at the dust rising on the distant horizon—a sandstorm whipped up by the orc tanks. He twirled his entrenching tool; the blood grooves on its blade had turned a deep crimson. "Then," he said, "let's continue clearing."
Carleon spread his wings: "The Super Angels will lead the way."
“No.” Russell shook his head. “This time, let’s try a different approach. Arya discovered Gruk’s secret—the orc warlord unearthed some ancient artifact, and it was that thing that enhanced the WAAAGH field.”
Van Grey suddenly remembered something: "Could it be... a psionic amplifier from the dark age of technology?"
Russell and Arya exchanged a glance. The girl wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth: "Worse than that. It was a fragment of black stone... but it was modified into a weapon."
Everyone fell silent. Blackstone—a mysterious substance intimately connected to the Warp, capable of both suppressing and amplifying psychic energy. It had fallen into the hands of the orcs...
“The plan is simple.” Russell picked up the entrenching tool, golden psionic energy flowing around him once more. “Arya and I will infiltrate behind the orcs' lines and destroy the Blackrock. The Superangels and the Silver Knights will launch a feint attack from the front. The Salamanders will cut off their retreat.”
He looked at Van Grey: "Chapter Commander, are you still able to fight?"
Van Grey gripped the "Emperor's Judgment" tightly. Sensing its master's fighting spirit, the greatsword hummed once more: "For the Emperor, to the death!"
Russell flashed that familiar, Cardiac veteran's smile: "Then let's teach those greens a lesson they'll never forget."
The war cries of the orcs could already be faintly heard in the distance; a new battle was about to begin.