A cloak embroidered with clock patterns was pulled out from Alexander's four-dimensional pocket.
One side of the cloak was bright red, the other deep blue, with various complex clocks embroidered on it. As the cloak moved in the wind, it was as if flowing time itself was drifting in Alexander's hand.
[Item Name: Time Cloak]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 241.M3]
[Function: A square cloak embroidered with various clock patterns, red on the front and blue on the back. When the red side faces outwards and covers an object, after a period of waiting, the object's time will rewind to the past. Conversely, when the blue side faces outwards, the object's time flow will accelerate. The longer the waiting time, the more time is rewound or accelerated.]
[Rental Price: 1,495,000,000 / use]
Alexander watched as his more than one billion deposits, exchanged with C'tan fragments, instantly vanished, a pang of heartache crossing his face.
One billion four hundred ninety-five million, for a time-based item that could only be used once. It was truly too expensive.
He hoped this was the right choice, and that Sanguinius, once resurrected, would remember to compensate him for his loss.
After being visited in a dream by Sanguinius, Alexander began to ponder which item could resurrect Sanguinius.
After much thought, the most likely item was this Time Cloak, to restore Sanguinius' fragmented body to its state ten thousand years ago, thereby resurrecting him.
The moment Alexander took out the Time Cloak, an Eight Bound roared, tearing apart the body of the closest Flesh Tearers warrior with his Chainsword, and lunged fiercely at Alexander.
"You wouldn't dare!"
Seth roared, swinging the Gorechild in his hand at the Eight Bound's body, and blood instantly gushed out.
"Hurry!"
Without Seth needing to say more, Alexander didn't hesitate, waving the Time Cloak in his hand and covering Sanguinius' shattered remains.
"Resurrect!!!!!" Alexander enunciated each word, shouting in a near-scream, "Space Jesus!!!!"
Sanguinius' remains, shattered by Horus ten thousand years ago, were enveloped by the red cloth embroidered with clocks. The clocks on the cloak instantly began to tick, the hands sweeping across time with an incessant clicking sound.
In an instant, everyone on the battlefield focused their gaze on Alexander. The Eight Bound looked at Alexander in terror. Angron in the Warp rift let out a roar, and the Blood God in the Warp also turned his gaze, the entire tomb chamber instantly seeming to be bathed in blood.
Everyone could feel it; as the clocks on the cloak ticked, the remains beneath it were slowly beginning to revive.
Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!
The melta-gun on Alexander's back exploded with fire, and the heads of several Eight Bound, stunned in terror, burst open amidst the spraying flames, their bodies, possessed by eight daemons, falling down.
The clocks on the cloak behind him were still ticking.
Ten thousand years was such a long time; the Time Cloak needed a moment to rewind.
Whether it was Alexander, Seth, or the Blood God's servants, they all understood that this final moment would decide everything.
In the Warp, the Blood God's beast-like eyes, within his brutal brass helmet, suddenly widened. Those eyes, filled with madness, killing intent, rage, and fire, saw it.
In the Warp near Baal, endless shimmering lights were converging.
Prayers from countless ages echoed incessantly.
From the tribal people wandering the crimson wastes of Baal to the Astartes in Angel Keep, from the devout believers in shrine worlds to the warriors of the Astra Militarum,
Every single person was praying devoutly, praying to Sanguinius, who sacrificed himself ten thousand years ago.
Praying for Sanguinius' soul to protect them, praying for Sanguinius' wrath to punish the enemies of humanity, praying for that great sacrifice to be with them.
These prayers converged, forming black or golden feathers above Baal, transforming into a shadowy angelic figure standing in the torrent of the Empyrean, slowly spreading his wings.
And behind that angel was a round, metallic blue figure, like a raccoon. The power of that metallic blue figure was continuously seeping into the angel's body.
The Blood God's fury overflowed.
Ten thousand years ago, he had yearned to make Sanguinius and his legion submit.
For ten thousand years, the Blood God's rage had ceaselessly eroded the Blood Angels.
For ten thousand years, no other rage could compare to that of Sanguinius and the Blood Angels.
Yet now, a new entity that suddenly appeared in the Warp dared to contend with Him?!
The Blood God's war cry echoed incessantly; his will would be carried out.
The Blood God's berserkers instantly roared and bellowed, bloodlust surging. The Warp rift, stretching across the center of the tomb chamber, suddenly widened further, almost spanning half the chamber.
More Khorne daemons, World Eaters berserkers, and Eight Bound poured out, like a tide of blood, spilling over the entire tomb chamber.
Seth let out a low growl, the remaining few Flesh Tearers guarding Sanguinius' remains.
The melta-gun behind Alexander also began to continuously unleash firepower onto the battlefield.
Flames roared incessantly in the air, and the Flesh Tearers' Chainswords continuously tore through the bodies of these berserkers.
However, just then, a World Eater stepped out from the blood-red Warp rift.
He wore power armor interwoven with blood-red and brass, with skulls hanging on chains all over his body. In one hand, he held a plasma pistol, and his other arm was bare, without power armor, gripping an oversized Chainaxe.
The World Eater charged like a blood-wind, arriving before the Flesh Tearers' defensive line in the blink of an eye.
"Roar!!!!" The body of a Flesh Tearers warrior was torn apart almost instantly, blood gushing out.
Seeing this, Seth charged at the World Eater with almost uncontrollable fury.
However, that bare arm, unsupported by power armor, was much faster than Seth had imagined.
He barely saw it before the whistling Chainaxe closed in on his face.
Seth roared, and Gorechild clashed with the massive Chainaxe.
The World Eater let out a disdainful snort, and Seth was sent flying like a rag doll, his power armor almost completely torn open on his chest.
"The wrath of the Sons of Sanguinius is nothing more than this." The World Eater sneered.
He raised his Chainaxe high, intending to end Seth's life.
Just then, a scorching melta-flame whistled towards him.
The World Eater swung his Chainaxe, forcefully deflecting the melta-flame, then looked towards Alexander, who was guarding the Time Cloak.
"Khârn." Alexander softly uttered the World Eater's name: "Khorne's mortal champion, the former Captain of the World Eaters' Eighth Company, Khârn the Betrayer."
Khârn let out a roar filled with rage and battlelust.
Both sides understood that the outcome of this war would be decided between the two of them.
Denkōmaru, shimmering with a faint golden light, clashed with the Chainaxe, bloodson, once wielded by Angron.
The sky burned, bathed in wildfire, and blood seemed to boil in the chest of every Blood Angel.
Countless roars echoed in the Warp, and Dante could vaguely feel ripples stirring within the Warp.
"…Is it almost over?" Dante murmured to himself.
After the Great Rift, spanning the sky, opened, many Blood Angels were inexplicably consumed by the Black Rage and Bloodthirst.
If Corbulo's prophecy was correct, then the fortress world of Cadia had fallen, and the terrifying scar now dominating the sky was the result of the Eye of Terror expanding.
This rift not only wounded the Blood Angels but also the Tyranids.
The brains of Brainworms burned out in batches, countless Tyranids were reduced to mere beasts, and even the capillary towers broke.
Logically, the Tyranids no longer had a chance; they couldn't break through the Void Shield again.
The Tyranids seemed to accept this fate; countless Tyranids stopped on the battlefield, no longer launching hopeless attacks against the Void Shield.
But Dante could feel it… he could feel the Tyranids were waiting.
They, too, were about to launch their final assault.
The astropathic station on Baal II sent scattered information; the Tyranids were continuously digesting their bio-ships, clearly to create some powerful Tyranids unit.
The hive mind was willing to expend its space-faring power to conquer Angel Keep.
Conversely, if the Blood Angels could withstand this final assault, the Tyranids would exhaust their biomass and be trapped in the void of Baal.
Dante took a deep breath. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the atmosphere being abraded by fire; he knew that Tyranids units were descending from the sky.
The anti-air defenses within Angel Keep suddenly converged, firing scorching defensive lasers at the source of the fiery friction sound in the sky.
However, the spore-sacs in the sky seemed to flicker continuously, sometimes one, sometimes three, then sometimes hundreds.
Each one shimmered with scorching psychic light, and Dante couldn't determine which was real.
It wasn't until the sound of spore drop pods crashing to the ground that Dante saw there were actually only three spore drop pods that had fallen into the desert in front of Angel Keep.
But those three spore drop pods were over ten meters tall, their fleshy carapaces disintegrating to reveal the three Tyranid Behemoths within.
The three Tyranid Behemoths were almost as tall as Knights, covered in deep purple carapaces, shimmering like amethysts in the hazy crimson sky.
The carapaces of two of the Behemoths, their heads, converged into a single-horned crown, beneath which was proliferating brain tissue glowing with blue psychic energy.
These two Behemoths slowly spread their four arms; the upper two were sharp, elongated scythes, and the lower ones were brutal tearing claws.
The carapace of the other Behemoth, however, had its head converge into a two-horned crown. Its tearing claws were replaced with venomous spines glowing with intense green light, and sharp thorny clusters grew from its chest.
Dante held his breath, gazing at the three Behemoths in the distance. In the book "an ogryn's guide to Tyranids biology" written by Alexander, the two Behemoths with powerful psychic abilities were called Norn Emissary, and the one glowing with venomous light was called Norn Assimilator.
They were the highest-grade units of the Tyranids, the pinnacle of Tyranids bio-engineering.
The Norn Emissary ranked at the apex of the Tyranids's power, both in the material universe and the psychic energies of the Empyrean.
The Norn Assimilator was even more pure; its lethal venom was the bane of all defenses and strongholds.
Both the Norn Emissary and the Norn Assimilator were units that the Tyranids only produced in the most critical moments.
The three Behemoths roared, charging towards Angel Keep at a speed far exceeding what their bodies should allow.