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With the destruction of the last Blackrock Fortress, the collapse of the Chaos Fleet was inevitable.

"You didn't kill him? That really surprises me." Primarch Felus of the Steel Hand stared intently at Corax, who was holding a dimensional cube that emitted a mysterious light as he slowly walked into the magnificent bridge of the Hercules.

At this moment, the Dimensional Cube in Corax's hand was firmly trapping Luo Jia, whose body was broken and whose bones were almost completely shattered.

"Hmph! I bet I'm not the only one who wants to give Luo Jia a good beating." Corax said expressionlessly, while slightly raising the Dimensional Cube in his hand, making it shimmer even more brightly under the light.

“Perhaps Guilliman will really like this special ‘gift’,” Felus speculated thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing slightly.

However, Corax shook his head without hesitation, directly rejecting Firus's idea: "No, this is not a gift for Guilliman. The real 'gift' for him is for someone else."

Tarasin suddenly appeared beside Corax, his mechanical voice saying, "Hmm, it seems the Primarchs of the Empire are quite trustworthy after all."

Seeing this, Felus frowned and warned sternly, "Alien... you'd better understand the terrible price you have to pay for betrayal!"

Tarasin remained remarkably calm in the face of Feralus's rebuke.

He gently covered the area of ​​his human heart with his hand, feigning great distress, and muttered, "I'm just a simple collector, how could I possibly betray you? Besides, this time I also gave up an invaluable collectible!"

“Don’t worry, this necromancer is still trustworthy... for now,” Corax explained.

Ferrus crossed his arms, clearly not satisfied: "Then what are you going to offer in exchange for Luo Jia? I think I need to know."

"Hmm~ One Primarch Mother, isn't that enough?"

“The Primarch has no mother.” Feralus stared at Tarasin with the look of someone looking at an idiot.

“Isn’t an adoptive mother also a mother?” Tarachin was also looking forward to the moment when Guilliman would see the “gift.” “Of course, I’ll record it when you guys beat up this Primarch.”

"what ever."

As the Imperial Navy cleaned up the battlefield, beings from beyond the galaxy observed the light that erupted when Blackrock Fortress was destroyed.

While the Great Devourer was deep in thought, one of its tentacles turned and headed towards the Cardia system.

At the same time, a strange shadow of warp space silently enveloped the entire Shield of Terror star system.

The shadow seemed to have a life of its own, constantly twisting and writhing, emanating a chilling aura.

Just then, one after another, ancient ships of unimaginable size appeared in people's sight.

They were entirely black, their surfaces covered with jagged protrusions and sharp spikes, resembling colossal beasts of the void attempting to devour everything.

Each ancient ship led a fleet of tens of thousands of insectoid swarms, marching majestically toward the Cardia system.

The creatures in these swarms vary in form, but they all possess enormous mouthparts, and some are even beyond the description of human language.

They gathered together densely, forming a dark cloud that blotted out the sky.

The red dots on the divination boxes represent individual units within the Zerg fleet. They relentlessly occupy most of the divination boxes on the Imperial warships, creating a strong sense of oppression.

Faced with such a blasphemous scene, the Cult of Mechanics reacted without hesitation.

They quickly activated the incredibly powerful Nova Cannon, and in an instant, dazzling lights exploded one after another within the Zerg fleet.

The insect ships within the blast radius of the Nova Cannon were instantly melted by the intense heat and dissipated into space.

Seeing that a large number of Tyranid warships had suddenly disappeared, the Imperial Navy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They thought to themselves: Although these insect ships are numerous, they are ultimately just creatures with weak bodies. How can they possibly compete with the Imperial warships forged from incredibly sturdy ceramic steel and precious and rare adamantium?

What's more, now there are two complete and powerful Space Marine legions coming to our aid!

Such a golden opportunity would be a complete waste if we didn't take advantage of it and let loose! We would be squandering the Tyranids who have come to us willingly!

The Hive Will, which was in charge of commanding the vanguard, keenly sensed that its own warships were being consumed at an alarming rate.

Although the weapons equipped by the insect ships could inflict some effective damage on Imperial warships, the Imperial Navy's fierce, torrential fire was a fatal blow to the insect ships.

Each shell was like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaping the lives of the insect ships.

Just then, several dazzling green beams of light suddenly shot out from the enormous world engine.

These green beams of light streaked across the sky like lightning, instantly striking the Terran fleet.

In an instant, clusters of green light burst open within the swarm of insect ships, unleashing a dazzling yet terrifying radiance.

The shockwave from the explosion swept across the surrounding area, overturning or destroying nearby insect ships into fragments.

After the World Engine fired first, Kirsaj's "Lord of the Abyss" and Talazin's Necromancer fleet also joined the fierce battle without hesitation, fighting together against the overwhelming Tyranids.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was ablaze with flames and the roar of cannons. Various energy rays and missiles flew in all directions, weaving together a breathtaking war scene.

However, not long after, the command node of this insectoid fleet discovered with alarm that something was amiss.

If the current battle situation continues, not only will they be unable to obtain the necessary biomass for replenishment, but the entire fleet will likely face the danger of total annihilation.

Moreover, some insect ships failed to harvest biomass after consuming some organisms, which puzzled the command node.

The most important thing now is to cut losses in time. The three surviving ancient ships are turning to flee, and a large number of insect ships are being abandoned to cover them.

These colossal behemoths, larger than the Glory Queen-class warships, were detected as soon as they moved. The five Glory Queen-class warships—the Holy Blood Tear, the Iron Fist, the Radiance of Macragge, the Unyielding Soul, and the Vengeful Soul—rushed to the side of the ancient ship under the cover of the Imperial Navy.

The three behemoths let out a psionic scream in an attempt to shake off the five pursuing giant ships.

However, its burst of psionic energy was easily dispelled by several Primarchs, and the three ancient ships that could have brought countless wounds to the Empire were thus ganged up on and killed.