Chapter16: the Chaos War Gang, has a unique flavor.
Deep in the asteroid belt, battle raged.
Massive torpedoes launched in salvos, followed by lance turret beams.
The Tyranid bio-ship, disguised as Golden Fleece, nimbly evaded all.
Weaving between torpedoes and beams, psionic fields struck, rippling blue.
Chen Xing floated central in virtual pod, facing firestorm.
Eyes gleamed with bio-mass hunger.
The charging Slaughter-class cruiser seemed gourmet feast.
(Devour! Devour! Devour all!)
Great Devourer whispered, clouding judgment.
Radical tactics!
Then Bloodied Blade’s broadside macro-cannons fired.
Huge shells pierced void, breached psionic shield, exploded on chitin.
Cratered hull.
But sub-shell neural synapses gathered data, adjusted hardness.
Injected mucus into hollow layers—superior armor.
5,000 meters, 4,000!
Closing—Bloodied Blade opened side tubes for boarding pods.
Suddenly—lash-tendrils pierced void shields!
Snared hull and turrets unexpectedly.
“By Chaos gods, what?!”
Chaos Lord Balevi stared at tentacles via Gothic viewport.
Fumbled, but millennia-honed Astartes instinct kicked.
Snatched helm from slave, sealed for vacuum.
“Enemy ship—no, not Imperial—that’s Tyranid bio-ship!”
Helmsman slave panicked—if unchained, fled.
Words unfinished—disguise dropped, Chen Xing rammed starboard.
Impact wrecked macro array.
Upper lance turret swung—flame acid barrage.
Ignited, exploded.
Chaos cruiser and Tyranid entangled.
Bloodied Blade point-defense shredded chitin.
Chen Xing flame acids bombed arcs, cratering hull.
Boarding organs breached hull.
Toothed tentacles bored like tunnelers.
Front bone-plates unfurled—pent-up Tyranids surged in.
“Under attack—Tyranids took Deck 8, aaaaaah—!”
“Help, Chaos gods, save me!”
“No, stay back!”
Comms despair-filled.
Tyranids flooded—cultist resistance desperate.
Barricades, autoguns, lasguns—hull be damned.
Termagants countered with fleshborers.
Symbiote weapons fired chitin parasite grubs—spherical bullets.
Impacted flesh, hatched instantly.
“My hand! Something moving inside!”
“Gods, what are they—eating me from within!”
“Chaos gods, save me!”
Burrowing parasites feasted—sub-dermal lumps terrified.
Most never seen Tyranids, no experience.
Poor gear—morale froze.
First runner begat more!
Cultists fled, watching comrades drown in bugs.
Lead deserter bisected by huge black shadow.
Boltgun and chainsword Chaos Space Marine stormed in!
Emperor-forged superhumans, Chaos-fallen—deadlier under dark gods.
Warband lord Balevi front.
13 Chaos Astartes trailed.
Patchwork power armor: Mark VI base, loyalist trophies.
Mismatched black—Dark Mechanicum stabilized.
Prime design or Chaos blessing?
“Brother Jelros, Brother Malf—clear Deck 9,” Balevi calm. “Rest with me! For Warmaster! Exterminate Tyranids!”
Behind: myriad cultists, slaves—armed.
Deck 8 mid: former Emperor shrine, now Chaos altar.
Aquilas erased, stained glass bloodied.
Saints headless, octed decagrammatons.
Skull-piled altar, blood-pool beneath.
Hooked slaves wailed, dripping.
Pain, decay, change, excess—Chaos epitome!
Here, warband clashed Tyranid swarm head-on!
Warp power via altar empowered Astartes, cultists.
Stronger, mad, bloodthirsty—howling charge.
Astartes front: terrifying melee.
Chainswords, chainaxes screamed.
Power swords blue-disrupted.
Rushing Tyranids pulped by brute force.
Ranged: bolters sniped.
Minutes: thousands Tyranids smashed.
Astartes advanced over corpses, helm-lenses red-glow!
Rear sorcerer finished rite.
Red daemon portal yawned.
Red-skinned bloodletter stepped realspace, shrieking at bug-lines.
Tyranid numbers plummeted impossibly.
Chen Xing panicked.
Synaptic net projected altar fight.
Gawked at black cans mowing.
Worthy of Emperor’s demigods—even fallen, OP!
Basic quartet—gaunts, termagants, warriors, rippers—ants to Astartes.
Tight ship decks—no swarm overwhelm.
Onyx’s zoanthrope glass-cannon—no frontline.
Venomthropes: toxin mists stall.
Chen Xing needed stronger Tyranid.
Astartes-tankable!