The Longest Short Bus. Chapter 70

Operation 'Drop a Warcrime' was a go as I dropped critically short-lived Flood-infected bioforms in Orks and Tyrranid samples into the hottest zones of conflict between the two xeno races that were far away from any standing guardsmen and Astartes forces.

As I knew that my eldest brother wouldn't approve of such bio warfare... But I was the Primarch of biomancy more than anything else. And through the control I had over the Marker, and the Flood themselves.

I had total control of the 'plague' I was releasing into the world.

Now normally, I would be worried rightfully in using a plague of any sort against the chaos forces... That was fucking stupid, even with my biomancy giving me an insane edge in crafting things that could kill an Astartes.

But this was a war against the Orks and the Tyrranids. The Warp was smothered by the Tyrranid, Hive Mind, and the potent WAAGH energy that was flooding the Empyrean and leaving no entry point for the ruinous powers to enter this conflict.

'The Flood bioforms will slam into the planet, rage and kill as many orcs and bugs as possible, while the flood spores also die out as this variant wasn't designed with the ability to spread virulently. Then with all the dead life forms, I can use the Marker to reanimate the corpses of all involved to do more damage to the enemy.'

I mused before I looked over at the Captain of the Imperial Fists and said. "I am going to create a beachhead in zone Z-34. No Guardsmen or Astartes are to reach the planet without Forgeworld-grade breathing apparatuses; any who remove their breathing protection will be given the Emperor's Mercy, understood." 

The captain nodded before slamming a fist to his chest and said in the typical stolid Imperial Fist way. "Yes my lord. We will create fortifications at the landing site while the Ultramarines set up a perimeter defence and slow the inevitable wave that will challenge us."

I gave a wane smile before I said with finality. "Good... But also, make doubly sure of the breathing protection as I will be going into retreat to control the weapons I am using on the planet."

The captain paused before he said with uncertainty. "My lord, you will not join us in direct battle?" 

And I gave a wane smile before I asked him in turn. "Captain Selous, I am already capable of speaking into your mind with my powers. Me beating a few thousand Orks and Tyrranids with my bare hands will not be worth my time when I can be in many places to kill far more enemies."

There was a pause as the captain looked at me again in realization before he blankly said. "Wait... My liege, where are your weapons? Where are the weapons worthy of the new Primarch?"

And I looked him straight in the fucking eye. And I said flatly. "I think everyone fucking forgot while I was busy making a giant space ship and super weapon that could cleanse an entire world of life. To give me a particularly spicy bolter or power sword."

A heavy silence ensued as even my own armor was handcrafted by me. Frankly with my Light, pysker powers, and the effects of the Marker, I didn't particularly need to fight in person at this point.

So I think everyone seeing me make my own spaceship and shit just assumed I was going to make my own weapons... But I guess I wasn't 'loved' enough to get my own weapon out of the Emperor's vaults or something.

I shook my head as the captain still moved on, as he was going to be needed to coordinate the ground forces that would then be landing on the surface. 

But for myself, I stepped over to the deepest depths of the ship, where my personal quarters were. Where the Marker was installed away from anyone who would then face all my death traps. And several Guardsmen and Mechanicus 'accidentally' tried to enter the area.

I sat in the Throne Mechanicum like throne seat, which synced up with the implants in my skull, and I exhaled with the air around me cracking with purple fel energy as I mentally connected with the thousands of Flood bio-forms as the Marker I was attached to glowed as it came to life as well.

Unseen to all but myself... A signal began radiating from the Marker that was carried along with the Vox channels synchronizing with all the ships into the ground forces and in the remote areas of fortresses and monasteries that had fallen.

The dead stirred.

A whole system of horrors arose, mangled flesh cracked as ceramite laced bones crunched together as a burning heat filled the gaps as muscles and tissues violently grew to reanimate and give movement to Astartes, mortal men, and xenos alike.

Normal bones enhanced and hardened by the Marker could go through steel. Ceremite and Tyrannid's special bones? I watched through the mutated eyes as the re-animated Astartes and other entities fell upon the Orks and Tyrranids