"Such is the misfortune cast upon the Domains of the God-Emperor of Mankind in these times that, in His wisdom and beneficence, the High Lords of Terra today issued this decree: Let there be a Foundation of the Adeptus Astartes, and let the Emperor's enemies know that this galaxy belongs to Him, now and forever." A phrase the Senator in the Imperial Senate spoke when proposing the creation of another Astartes Chapter.

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Four figures floated in the vacuum of space, their four pairs of eyes staring at the millions of Tyranids with cold, calm gazes. "This number of insects is truly vast," Sanguinius spoke for the second time. He couldn't help but be shocked by the reproductive capacity of this race, which sought only to devour and reproduce.

It wasn't just Sanguinius; the other Primarchs also understood why the God-Emperor considered this race a cancer in the Universe. This type of race, unsuitable for the balance of the universe, was even worse than the future demonic legions.

Demons, at least, wanted to enslave everything and everyone, allowing life to still flourish, albeit in a distorted way. Not even the Chaos Gods desired the destruction of the Universe, as they would die if all life ceased to exist.

So, this race was truly considered worse than demons in the eyes of the four Primarchs.

"This chapter is powerful," Titus commented, observing the Deathwatch. The Astartes were extremely experienced and fought with brutal ferocity and discipline.

"After all, they only recruit experienced Astartes," Horus said with a slightly cold tone. The Deathwatch were formed by recruiting the most experienced Astartes from all Legions. That is, all Astartes who had already fought for hundreds of years.

The faces of Lion and Titus also showed dissatisfaction with the blatant theft of their soldiers. Only Sanguinius remained indifferent, as no one dared to steal their soldiers, not when they were the most brutal and extremely bloodthirsty legion of the Imperium.

"It's inevitable; they are the Inquisition, the God-Emperor's personal blade to solve internal problems," Sanguinius said with a casual tone, not caring much, but only he didn't care. The other three Primarchs looked at Sanguinius with a desire to punch the presumptuous face of the God-Emperor's Blood Angel.

Sanguinius couldn't care less, but they had to accept their experienced Astartes being blatantly stolen. Of course, this doesn't mean that the Astartes can't choose, but they simply accept, as the Deathwatch are different, having a limited time to serve.

Serving for one hundred years, after which, if they wish, they can return to their original legions without any problem. The only issue is that, as it was the Inquisition and all Astartes were extremely religious, most preferred to stay in the Inquisition and punish heretics and indoctrinate the population.

"Don't be children; in the end, everyone is fighting in our father's name and nothing more," Sanguinius said with a smile. In his eyes, everyone served the Emperor, and there were no differences between them.

Although somewhat dissatisfied, the remaining three Primarchs knew this was true and remained silent.

Sanguinius no longer waited for his battle-brothers and flew towards the main Tyranid ship, appearing like a white comet holding a long flaming sword in his arms. The Primarch simply tore through the ship from one side to the other. In the process, anything in his path was torn apart, broken, and shattered.

Blood, organs, and pieces of limbs flew everywhere in a brutal, bloody, and nauseating scene. Sanguinius continued to advance against the snow without showing any signs of stopping.

"Found it!" Feeling a peculiar energy wave, a wide smile appeared on his face. The Blood Angel stepped on the ship's core, which resembled a massive meatball, and simply thrust his flaming sword through the entire core.

"Huh?" Noticing that the insects were still moving around and the ship was still functioning perfectly, Sanguinius's face was confused for a moment, but he soon understood that the core was no different from a server receiving commands from an entity controlling the Tyranids.

"How complicated," Sanguinius murmured with a slightly helpless tone. However, he also discovered that he had cut the connection with the supposed being that controlled the entire Hive Fleet.

Suddenly, Sanguinius noticed that the insects were no longer reorganizing quickly and efficiently. Obviously, losing the core made it impossible for these unintelligent insects to think and organize themselves.

"This is good," Sanguinius was satisfied to have found a major weakness of the Tyranids. Although he could only do it so easily because he was a Primarch, no normal Astarte would have the power to tear through a spaceship, even a biological one, from one side to the other.

Sanguinius quickly passed the information to his fellow Primarchs while observing everything around him with a sharp gaze. Any information was more precious than anything. Especially for those who would face this race sooner or later.

Outside the Hive Fleet, Titus, Lion, and Horus waited patiently when they received urgent news. Planets were being attacked by Tyranids!

The three looked at each other and quickly returned to their respective personal ships. The three legions soon split and departed in different directions.

Sanguinius looked at this and ignored it; he knew better than anyone that this war would take some time. Leaving the Mother Ship, the Blood Angel emerged with his armor covered in white flames. A halo of flames appeared behind his head, making the Primarch even more sacred.

"Blood Angels, FOR THE GOD-EMPEROR!!!" With Sanguinius's words, the Blood Angels Legion joined the war without any hesitation. They fought side by side with the Deathwatch.

"For the Emperor and Sanguinius! Death! DEATH!"

"For the Emperor and Sanguinius! DEATH! DEATH!"

"For the Emperor and Sanguinius! DEATH! DEATH!"

The war cry of the Blood Angels echoed through every ship of the Legion.

Laser cannons fired non-stop at the gigantic quantities of Tyranids. The red beams seemed to paint the dark and lifeless universe with a bit of color, the color of death and despair.

Unlike the Astartes, Sanguinius was on the front line, flying in the vacuum as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Large quantities of pale flames burned fiercely towards millions or billions of enormous, anthropomorphic insects.

Each of his blows killed a large number of insects, but in the face of the enormous number of enemies, it was like taking a drop of water from a vast ocean. The most terrifying thing was that the smaller and medium-sized ships continued to excrete insects as if there were no end.

However, Sanguinius knew that this would have a limit. According to the Emperor, this race needed organic matter to reproduce so quickly, so naturally, the energy reserves would eventually run out.

Sanguinius killed and killed; even his flames couldn't keep up with the number of insects he was slaying. Blow after blow, blood floated in the air, almost creating a gigantic sea. Sanguinius lived up to the epithet of Blood Angel; there was literally a sea of blood, organs, and pieces of limbs floating in the vacuum.

His white flames burned this blood, organs, and limbs, but the quantity was enormous and couldn't keep up with the speed at which Sanguinius killed.

The bravery of Sanguinius made the Blood Legion and the Deathwatch even crazier; the star war became a meat and blood grinder. The three armies collided head-on without any fear.

Curiously, the three parties had no fear of death; they advanced towards death with cold and indifferent expressions, especially the Deathwatch. They even seemed full of anticipation for death, as if they were finally entering the God-Emperor of Mankind's Divine Realm.

On Talasa Prime, Eisenhorn watched coldly as the planetary defense cannons fired again.

BOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Note: I kind of understand Jinx enjoying blowing everything up; it's so much fun, even if I'm just writing.)

The tremor shook even the planet. Windows around the planet shattered, and some buildings even collapsed.

A rain of neutron warheads tore through the planet's orbit and advanced towards where the three armies met.

As for the danger of friendly fire, neither the Blood Legion nor the Deathwatch were concerned. The Neutron Warheads were the pinnacle of the Imperium's destructive power and technology; they were intelligent and would not hit allies due to complex equations.

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Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).

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