The stars are trembling.

Angron's figure was like a burning blood-red comet, drawing a dazzling trail in the cold universe.

The bright red psionic energy that emanated from his body was so dazzling that it eclipsed the stars in nearby galaxies.

It was a force that transcended the laws of physics, the embodiment of the Primarch's wrath. Every time a wave of psychic energy swept through, the vacuum would be distorted into strange ripples.

“Alien!”

The Primarch's roar exploded directly in the minds of all creatures. The chain saw axe in his right hand began to spin wildly, and the runes on the sawtooth surface lit up scarlet light one after another.

This artifact was tempered in the core of a newborn star when it was forged. Every tooth contains the destructive power of a supernova explosion.

At this moment, under the infusion of psychic energy, the jagged edge of the space began to collapse, revealing the chaotic colors of the subspace.

The first axe swung down.

The blood-red energy arc stretched for dozens of kilometers, and wherever it passed, the Zerg warships were split in two like butter under a hot knife.

The ten-kilometer-long biological mothership tried to evade, but just as its nerve nodes transmitted the dodge command, the axe blade had already pierced through its bloated body.

The chitin armor on the battleship's outer wall carbonized the moment it came into contact with the energy blade, and millions of Zerg units in the internal chamber were directly vaporized by the high temperature before they could even sound the alarm.

Biotic acid gushed out from the cross-section of the battleship, but solidified into strange green crystals when it came into contact with Angron's psychic field.

The Primarch didn't even look at the piece of space junk, and swung the battle axe in his left hand horizontally.

The second axe blade spread out in a fan shape, cutting in half the three Hive frigates that were trying to surround him.

The nerve center of one of the battleships was exposed to the vacuum, and its huge biomass brain was still twitching when it was turned into charcoal by the psychic lightning that followed.

"Blood sacrifice to the God Emperor! Sacrifice the skull to the throne!"

Angron roared as he charged again. He bent his knees and exerted force, the hydraulic system in the joints of his power armor groaning under the strain.

The next second, the Primarch crashed into the nearest Zerg fleet like a cannonball. When he came into contact with the first battleship, he did not use his weapons, but directly rammed it with his shoulder armor.

At the moment of collision, time seemed to stand still.

Then, the entire biological battleship began to collapse inward from the impact point.

The crisp sound of the shattering shell was like the prelude to a supernova explosion, and the air pressure inside the battleship ejected tens of thousands of Zerg units from the cracks.

These horrifying creatures struggled frantically in the vacuum, their swollen compound eyes reflecting the approaching blood-red figures.

Angron did not give them time to become afraid. His chainsaw began to spin at a million revolutions per minute, the two weapons weaving a web of death in the void.

Every strike accurately found the nerve nodes of the biological battleship, and every axe blade took away large numbers of Zerg lives.

The Primarch's fighting style is devoid of any skill, only the purest aesthetic of violence.

Sometimes he swung his two axes like an ancient gladiator, and sometimes he used his armor to smash the obstacles in front of him like a violent beast.

A hive mothership that was defeated due to the death of node organisms became the next target.

Angron kicked his legs into the air, and the jet of psychic energy behind him pushed him towards his prey at almost the speed of light.

Thousands of biological turrets on the mothership's surface opened fire at the same time, and acid bombs and bone spikes formed a dense barrage in the vacuum.

The Primarch did not dodge or evade, and all attacks were distorted and bounced away by the psychic field ten meters away from him.

The two chain axes crossed in a cross as his figure cut through the barrage.

"die!"

The two axes chopped down at the same time.

The chitin armor on the surface of the mothership was torn apart like a piece of paper, and the biological tissue inside was exposed to the cold space.

Angron rushed directly into the warship, and every swing of his axe brought about a bloody storm.

The swarm of knife bugs tried to overwhelm him with human wave tactics, but they turned into minced meat the moment they came into contact with the axe blade; the bone blades that the warrior bugs were proud of were like fragile glass in front of Angron; even the huge hive tyrant only took one more axe to destroy him.

As the Primarch broke through the wall on the other side of the mothership, the entire battleship began to explode from the inside.

The shock wave pushed his body towards the next group of prey, and the blood-red psychic energy trail left a long trajectory behind him.

On the other side? The screams of the Zerg formed a harsh psychic storm across the galaxy.

Hundreds of brain worms, psychic units with heads swollen like bubbles, emerged from the remaining biological motherships, with dark green psychic arcs dancing on their pale skin.

"Crush him! Crush him!"

The mental screams of the brain worms gathered into a destructive torrent, enough to burn the brains of an Astartes company to ashes in an instant.

Their bloated bodies squirmed in the vacuum, and Angron's blood-red figure was reflected in their compound eyes.

The next second, a psychic shockwave powerful enough to tear the fabric of reality apart exploded, only to hit a wall made of blood.

Angron didn't even look back.

The bright red psychic energy around the Primarch surged like a living thing, and the moment the psychic energy wave of the brain worms hit, this power suddenly boiled over.

That was not an ordinary psychic protection, but some kind of older and more brutal existence. It was the murderous intent accumulated from thousands of massacres, the anger when his best friend was killed, and the will that had faced the Blood God but was not conquered.

"Alien!!!"

The psychic energy of the brain worms was like snowflakes hitting a supernova the moment they came into contact with the blood-colored psychic energy.

The dark green energy was swallowed up, torn apart, and assimilated by the even more violent bright red.

A dozen or so brain worms in the front row suddenly twitched violently. Countless cracks burst out on their swollen heads. Yellow-white brain matter gushed out from the cracks and condensed into disgusting spheres in the vacuum.

Angron finally turned around.

His movements were slow, as if he wanted to let these pathetic aliens see their own destruction clearly.

Red lightning danced above his forehead, and terrifying energy spread around him.

When he was fully facing the Cerebrate Swarm, the Primarch's mouth stretched into a hideous grin, and he clenched his fists.

The blood-colored spiritual energy collapsed suddenly.

Hundreds of brain worms screamed at the same time. Their bloated bodies burst like tomatoes squeezed by invisible giant hands, their pale skins torn apart inch by inch, and their nerve cords twisted wildly in the vacuum like broken strings.

Some brain worms tried to cut off the psychic connection and escape, but found that their minds had long been contaminated by the bloody psychic energy. They began to spontaneously combust from the inside, and dark green psychic flames spewed out from their eye sockets and mouthparts, burning the host into floating charcoal.

The worst sufferers are those who try to resist.

The three most powerful brainworms gathered all their psychic energy and built a crystal barrier in front of them. Angron just glanced at them.

“Crush it!!!”

"Take their skulls! Blood sacrifice to the Emperor!"

The blood-colored spiritual energy transformed into a materialized giant axe, shattering the barrier with one strike.

The aftermath swept through the bodies of the brain worms, disintegrating them at the atomic level. First the skin peeled off, then the muscle fibers broke one by one, and finally the bones turned into powder.

The whole process was slow and precise, as if an invisible hand was showing the entire galaxy what true psychic violence was.

As the remains of the last brain worm drifted away, Angron's psionic field suddenly expanded, smashing the swarm within a million kilometers into pieces.