Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monster Horde [301]

The Chaos Marines in the ship's hold were furious. "You've surrounded us?"

Outside, at least dozens of warships—did he think a few strange flying Titans and kaiju could win?

"I don't know who you are, but you picked the wrong fight!" Huron snorted.

The Chaos Marines aimed their bolters at Rhodes, and the ship's macrocannons and lances targeted the kaiju outside.

But then, something weird happened: all the Chaos Marines, Chaos sorcerers, and cultists froze. Their bodies couldn't move; even their minds were locked down.

Huron struggled, trying to speak but couldn't; trying to move but found himself as if held in a giant invisible hand—completely immobilized.

This was Zett's psychic power, beyond anyone's comprehension!

Rhodes snapped his fingers. Every Chaos sorcerer and cultist in the chamber's head exploded, spraying blood and unnamable matter everywhere. In zero-g, the blood floated, creating a bizarre scene.

Headless corpses fell to the floor; the ship lost control.

The Chaos Marines stared in terror at Rhodes, unable to move. If they could, they'd flee in an instant, fearing their heads would explode next.

What kind of power was this?

Killing Chaos cultists with a thought was nothing, but Chaos sorcerers could usually kill Astartes with ease. Only very strong-willed Astartes could resist, and even then, only sometimes.

To kill all these sorcerers so casually—these Chaos Marines were lambs to the slaughter.

Huron struggled, his half-machine body writhing, trying to break free from Rhodes' control, but it was like being pinched by a giant hand—no use.

Zett's psychic power was completely beyond their understanding!

Rhodes beckoned, and Huron floated over to face him.

Huron gasped for breath, eyes full of fear. Even in the darkest days of the Badab War, he'd never been so helpless, so powerless to resist.

"Do you like fireworks? How about a space fireworks show?" Rhodes asked.

Huron opened his mouth—if only he could speak!

Who the hell was this guy? What was this invisible force? It wasn't psychic power, but in this universe, only Necrons could wield supernatural power.

If Rhodes heard Huron's thoughts, he'd laugh: "How much do you know about Necrons? Those skeletons have barely awakened a tenth of their power. You have no idea what they're hiding!"

Honestly, only the Necrons could stand toe-to-toe with the Tyranid swarms.

As Rhodes spoke, the mecha Titans and kaiju outside sprang into action, attacking the Chaos fleet. The Mecha Ultra Warriors fired energy attacks strong enough to tear apart Tyranid hives. Multi-colored beams slammed into Chaos ships, which exploded on contact.

Bemstar fired a yellow energy ray from its unicorn horn, instantly vaporizing a Chaos vessel.

Two King Joe robots split and fired Pedanium ray cannons.

Bemular turned into a blue sphere, smashing into Chaos ships.

Rhodes' kaiju went wild, showing off their powers, and attacking the Chaos fleet with ease.

With their agility and speed, the Chaos fleet couldn't even touch Rhodes' monsters. Warhammer space battles were a joke compared to this world—what shone in Warhammer were the melee duels, not these ship fights.

Bemstar and Bemular alone, with their superluminal flight, could smash the Chaos fleet to pieces.

Imagine a tens-of-thousands-of-ton monster smashing into you at FTL speeds!

These kaiju could all fly at superluminal speeds; Chaos ships had no chance.

The Chaos fleet's resistance was even weaker than Tyranid bio-ships.

In moments, Huron's fleet was wiped out by Rhodes' kaiju.

The Chaos Marines, mortal crew, and sorcerers aboard the ships were slaughtered with no resistance.

"Nice fireworks, right? I told you—you're the ones surrounded. Did you think numbers meant advantage?" Rhodes said.

He loosened his psychic grip a bit, letting Huron speak.

"How is this possible? Who… who are you? What are these monsters?" Huron raved.

This was dozens of Chaos ships—not his main fleet, just a patrol squad—but to wipe them out so easily? Even if he brought his main fleet, this guy could destroy it just as easily!

"I already introduced myself. Didn't you listen?" Rhodes asked.

"You can't be a Primarch! Primarchs don't have this kind of power. If they did, the Imperium would already rule the galaxy!" Huron said.

He'd been a Chapter Master—he knew Primarchs were strong, but not this far beyond human limits. Rhodes could destroy a Chaos fleet single-handedly!

"Your info is outdated. These days, Primarchs need my level of power—or else why bother? Might as well go farm," Rhodes joked.

Now Guilliman, Magnus, Horus—all can grow giant and fight in space. Even Elena can survive in space and fire blue cosmic rays.

That's the new standard for Primarchs!

"You've beaten me. I acknowledge your strength but don't humiliate me. Kill me if you must!" Huron snorted.

"I like you. So, will you answer my question again?" Rhodes asked.

"You want to recruit me? Even the four Chaos gods couldn't make me submit! Never!" Huron spat.

"Submit to me, and I'll restore your body—make you human again, purge the taint of Chaos, even grant you the power to grow giant. I'll make you my vice-chapter master, put you in charge of at least 100,000 Astartes—brand new Primaris super-marines," Rhodes said.

At the end of the Badab War, half of Huron's body was blown apart, now replaced with Chaotic machinery and flesh.

That could be repaired in a med-bay. As for gigantification, either with kaiju fusion tech or cosmic Phantom Beasts, he could do it.

"…What did you say?" Huron thought he'd misheard. The info was too much.

"Just follow me from now on," Rhodes said.

"The Imperium is beyond saving…!" Huron sneered.