Chapter 337: The Savior — Stellar Cannon, Level One Ready!

The ground trembled faintly.

The screeches and stench of the Tyranid swarm surged forth, crashing against the line like an endless tide of chitin.

Human and Necron allied forces stood like lone islands amidst this sea of horrors.

But these were not ordinary soldiers—

They were the elites of their legions.

They feared nothing.

"For Sanguinius!"

Dante, ever the vanguard of the front line, activated his jump pack and hurled himself into the swarm, blades flashing madly as he carved a path of gore.

Meanwhile, Anrakyr the Traveller struck with elegance and fury.

With a sweep of his blade-staff, emerald green Gauss beams erupted, sweeping through the Tyranids with horrifying precision.

One of the beams even veered dangerously close—skimming just past Eden's boots.

Anrakyr glanced at him with veiled provocation.

Eden muttered, "Damn that ego…"

He stepped calmly forward into the swarm, lightning crackling through the joints of his dark golden armor as his psychic aura surged.

This was the Psy-variant Savior Armor—built for prolonged combat and exterminating hordes.

Hiss—!

A cluster of Tyranid executioners charged, their claws sealing off any retreat.

But in the next instant—

They froze midair.

Under Eden's psychic pressure, their blood vessels surged and ruptured inside their brains, causing them to wail in agony.

"Begone, xenos!"

With a clenched fist, arcs of lightning exploded outward.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Every Tyranid head in view burst like watermelons, spraying bone and ichor across the ground.

Yet not a drop marred Eden's armor.

Even the splatter near Anrakyr left him drenched in foul fluids, looking far less composed.

"My apologies, Traveller," Eden said mildly, "psychic attacks tend to be... unstable."

"…Quite alright. I'll take more care," Anrakyr replied, trying to maintain dignity but clearly rattled.

Waves of Tyranids collapsed as the three commanders broke through, allowing the allied warriors to advance.

Under their lead, the assault began toward the Spire Control Tower—but the enemy threw up endless walls of flesh and chitin.

Centurion Assault Troopers equipped with power drills and blades took the front, with massive Locust Destroyers clearing obstacles and tendrils.

Centurion Devastator Teams, Dreadnoughts, and Tomb Centipede Walkers formed the bulwark—

ripping through the onslaught with heavy artillery, Gauss beams, and Tesla webs.

The Tyranid resistance intensified.

Plasma fire, bio-bombs, spore fortresses, and ion cannons turned the battlefield into a hellscape.

Fortunately, Carter's Thunder Guard strike teams and Necron Deathmarks eliminated key threats, and the Centurions breached the spore fortresses—

allowing the assault to advance.

But deep within the factory, the real fight began.

Several high-threat synapse creatures appeared, blocking the advance.

Eden clashed with a psychic Hive Node Lord, fending off blasts mid-air.

Dante engaged a Hive Tyrant wielding bone swords.

Anrakyr battled a massive poison-coated serpentine beast.

Their duels brought down entire buildings—

boulders crashed into lake-sized digestion pools, creating waves of thick bio-sludge.

"We're running out of time!" Eden growled, eyes glowing silver.

He slammed the Hive Node Lord to the ground and shoved several melta bombs into its gaping maw.

Boom.

Dead.

They had lingered too long already.

Each second lost threatened the mission.

Anrakyr dispatched the serpent.

Dante, soaked in acidic filth, emerged from the sludge—having finished the Tyrant below.

Then came a call over Eden's vox—

The scouts had located the Spire Control Room, just past the digestion pool.

Success was in sight.

But—

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM—

A colossal beast—nearly thirty meters tall—rose from the ruins.

Chitin rained down from its shell as its massive body quaked the earth.

Everyone froze.

"Oh f*ck—"

Eden cursed aloud.

It was a Tyranid Bio-Titan—The Swarm Saint. A Hierophant.

Comparable in mass and power to an Imperial Titan, the Swarm Saint was a massive composite organism—

constructed from a central core and thousands of parasitic organisms.

It bristled with razors, barbed tentacles, and venom sacs.

Its forelimbs were massive biocannons, firing corrosive worm-like tissues that could melt ceramite, steel, flesh, and bone in seconds.

Its defenses were overwhelming—

barbed tendrils intercepted melee attacks, while poison spores and mists choked enemies to death.

Only constant heavy artillery could take one down.

Eden frowned.

This was bad.

No heavy vehicles.

No Redeemer Titans.

And they were deep inside enemy territory.

BOOM-BOOM—

The Centurions, Dreadnoughts, and Locusts unleashed a barrage—gravity waves, missiles, melta beams, and Tesla storms.

The Deathmarks targeted the beast with compressed lepton beams—

But to little effect.

The shell deflected or absorbed most attacks.

Even the Deathmarks' deadly neuro-beams only scarred the surface, killing parasites—but barely harming the main body.

It was like giving a whale a paper cut.

Nearby Locusts were blown out of the sky by reflected blasts.

The Bio-Titan retaliated, melting more in moments.

It was a living fortress—an unstoppable wall.

"Let me handle it! If you go, you'll die!" Eden stopped Dante from rushing forward, then surged with full psychic power to draw the monster's attention.

If he could pull it away, the others could reach the control room.

But—

It wouldn't budge.

It held its position near the digestion pool, guarding it with ferocity.

And Eden—

Was starting to wear down.

He turned to Anrakyr, shouting,

"Use everything you've got—or we're all dead!"

He knew what the Traveller had—

A C'tan Shard.

One of the shattered remnants of the Star Gods, powerful beyond comprehension.

Anrakyr's fragment: Nyadra'zatha, the Burning One—

a perfect weapon in a battlefield of flesh and fire.

"I understand, Savior! Reinforcements are inbound!" Anrakyr finally gave in.

High above Frdia, a flaming meteor streaked down.

Eden didn't wait.

He sensed the C'tan's descent and evacuated the area immediately.

BOOM—

The C'tan shard crashed into the battlefield, igniting a fiery pulse that vaporized everything—buildings, Tyranids, even the scorched air.

Only ashes remained.

Even knowing what to expect, Eden was stunned by its sheer destructive power.

Thank the Emperor he'd moved.

The Swarm Saint took a direct hit.

Its limbs turned to ash.

It roared and fired back—

But its shots were incinerated midair.

From the inferno rose a burning humanoid figure—

The Burning One.

It charged through the onslaught, unbothered, as the Bio-Titan lunged with all its claws.

It was a clash of physics-defying terror against evolutionary monstrosity.

Their battle unleashed shockwaves—

Fire and acid spraying in every direction.

All soldiers nearby fled the area.

The duel didn't last long.

The Burning One broke open the Bio-Titan's carapace and dove inside—

igniting it from within.

It howled—

But could not extinguish the sacred fire.

Its body inflated like a balloon—

and exploded in a blazing burst of acid and gore.

The Burning One floated above the carnage, waiting for its next command.

Anrakyr hesitated.

Eden watched, wary.

That thing was a weapon of mass destruction.

If turned on him, his army would not survive.

He quietly signaled a covert team—

He intended to seize it one day.

Just then—

More Tyranids appeared behind them.

Anrakyr had to redeploy the Burning One to hold the rear.

Eden exhaled in relief.

Too dangerous in Necron hands.

He would make plans.

Then came the news—

Every other planet had completed their objectives.

The Grand Prism's components were ready.

Only the Spire Control Room remained.

But they had one hour left.

The Leviathan Hive Fleet was about to arrive.

If they failed—

They would miss their only chance.

Eden and Anrakyr exchanged a glance—then charged.

Through the broken swarm,

They reached the door of the Spire Control Room—

Only to face a new nightmare.

Inside—was no command center.

Only twisted, winding corridors, flesh-stained ruins, and maze-like chambers.

Eden frowned deeply.

Worse—

Anrakyr had already entered with his Necron troops—

And vanished.

Now…

He was alone.

The war had reached its most critical moment.

Whoever reached the control room first would gain a decisive advantage—

The power to choose when to fire the weapon.

And clearly—

The Necrons had the edge in controlling machines and navigating ancient structures, especially when the installation was part of their own legacy.

But no matter what—

Eden had to reach that control room first.

He couldn't afford to let his fate fall into someone else's hands.

Immediately, he deployed a special black servo-skull, leading his troops along the path it illuminated—

heading straight toward the heart of the control system.

Meanwhile—

Anrakyr waved a dismissive hand, casually opening one sealed door after another.

These ancient human machines were nothing compared to his hyper-logical Necron mind.

Soon—

He and his warriors eliminated the last remnants of Tyranid resistance inside—

including an injured winged Hive Tyrant.

And then—

The Traveller stood before the control room gate.

With a mere thought and gesture, he entered.

Inside the Grand Prism Central Nexus, ancient mechanisms stirred at his will.

The core hummed, pulsing with growing energy.

He began ramping up the Grand Prism's power—

Preparing to unleash a blast strong enough to obliterate the gas giant Eros, and in turn, vaporize the approaching Leviathan Hive Fleet.

Even the energy fallout would be enough to scorch most of the surface of the Hades System's inhabited worlds.

"Finally…"

Suddenly—

A sound behind him.

He smiled.

He turned to see Eden and Dante bursting into the chamber area.

Anrakyr stepped out just as they arrived.

"Savior… you're too late," he said with polite disdain. "I've already completed our mission."

In that instant—

The trap sprung.

Deadly Necron beams shot toward Dante—

The alliance was over.

Now they were enemies.

No more pretense.

But Eden was ready.

He pulled Dante back with a burst of psychic force—

Only to trigger the real trap.

A dimensional cage of green energy dropped from the air, sealing both of them within.

The Necrons' technologies always struck without warning.

"Damn metal xenos! You bastards really are untrustworthy!" Dante roared, slamming his Inferno Axe against the cage. But it didn't budge.

"Apologies, Savior… and your loyal hound," Anrakyr said mockingly.

"You two are a threat to the Silent King's will.

Therefore… you must die here."

With a theatrical bow, he declared:

"The Grand Prism is fully activated.

Good luck surviving... if you can."

Then—

Flash.

He teleported back to his tomb ship.

He would not risk his life staying on a soon-to-be-vaporized world.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Dante continued to slam the cage, roaring in fury.

But the real danger was already here.

Over a dozen Deathmark Assassins shimmered into view from the shadows of reality.

They had marked their prey—

Raised their Neural Disruptors—

And aimed at Eden and Dante inside the cage.

Silent. Lethal. Inescapable.

"Look out!" Eden shouted.

But—

Too late.

The beams of compressed lepton particles pierced the air—

Pfff—

Black smoke rose from their bodies as both Eden and Dante collapsed.

Their brains and nervous systems had been seared to cinders.

Just to be sure—

The Deathmarks fired another volley, confirming the kills before vanishing.

The Necron army also began withdrawing via teleport, abandoning the planet that was now moments from annihilation.

Outside the control room—

The cage held two lifeless bodies, lying motionless on the cold metal floor.

They would be ash when the Prism fired.

Pfff. Pfff.

Two more shots—paranoid insurance from a lingering Deathmark before it too vanished.

Then—

Silence.

Until—

"…Damn rat bastard. Good thing I'm even sneakier," came a faint voice.

Inside the cage—

The bodies shattered like illusions, revealing Eden and Dante still alive.

Eden had pulled off the impossible.

He was a master-class psyker—

A godlike manipulator of reality.

In this universe, powerful psykers could rip Titans apart with their minds, summon daemons, cloud entire armies' thoughts, or even turn Space Marines into frogs.

Eden had used psychic influence to warp the Deathmarks' perception, creating illusions to fool even their dimensional aim.

But it wasn't without cost.

The strain had damaged his body—

Such power came at a price.

Dante blinked in confusion.

"…I died. I swear Sanguinius spoke to me just now..."

Eden had ordered him to relax his mind, making him easier to mask psychically.

It had worked.

Dante, ever the warrior, shook his head, then turned serious.

"We have to get out. Fast.

Or everyone else is gonna die!"

The Grand Prism was charged.

This planet was about to cease existing.

He struck the cage again and again.

His armor cracked, his fists bled.

But he couldn't bear to let his soldiers die with him.

"Come on, Savior! Help me out here!"

He turned—

Only to find Eden had vanished like mist.

"…Wait, what—!?"

A voice echoed from the control room.

"Hold on. I'm busy.

I'll get you out in a second."

In truth—

Eden had never stayed in the cage after the first attack.

He'd immediately hidden in the control room.

Why?

Because if Anrakyr realized he survived, he might call in more Deathmarks.

Eden needed to stay hidden.

And more importantly—

He needed to delay the Prism's firing.

To give his forces time to escape.

Inside the control chamber—

Eden stared at the glowing control core.

A black servo-skull hovered nearby, interfacing with the system.

A tiny voice chimed,

"Father, I've taken full control of the system."

Eden let out a breath.

He gently patted the skull.

"Good job, Webby. You're my little lifesaver."

Without the help of the Machine Goddess embedded in the servo-skull, things would've been disastrous.

The premature firing of the Prism could've killed half their army.

Thankfully—

Once Anrakyr betrayed them, Eden had immediately triggered the emergency evac plan.

Troops were already pulling out.

Now—

He held the fire control key.

He would wait.

And then unleash hell.

Minutes later—

A report came in:

Evacuation complete.

And just then—

The Leviathan Hive Fleet entered the kill zone.

"Now."

BOOOOM!

In orbit—

The Grand Prism fired.

A stellar-energy beam tens of kilometers wide tore across the void—

Vaporizing Tyranid ships in its path.

It would cut through multiple worlds, ending at the gas giant Eros, unleashing a supernova-class detonation.

Outside the control chamber—

Just before the beam struck—

A faint portal shimmered into life.

(End of Chapter)

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