"The empire needs your leadership, we ....."

"I believe in you." The Emperor interrupted him, his eagle-like gaze focused on Tiberius, the commander of the Praetorian Army.

"Even if you change the spear in your hand for a thin pen, you are still the best human beings."

"But we can't always match you." Tiberius, the marshal of the Forbidden Army, pleaded bitterly for the emperor to change his mind.

This brilliant warrior who had held the network underground in the Terra Palace for thousands of years had not wavered or feared in the face of countless demons, but now he felt scared.

He lowered his head, not daring to look up at the emperor directly, and his eyes only had the outline of the golden throne.

A long-ago memory, buried in Tiberius's heart, resurfaced, a rebellion that had destroyed the hopes of humanity and a rebellion that had brought shame and guilt to all the Praetorian armies.

And the result was the Emperor, a lone man, sitting on his throne.

Endless pain was written on his face, and his mouth was wide open and he let out a silent scream. The inhuman torture he suffered for the survival of the race carved wrinkles on his face, and somehow, even this immortal face seemed to be corrupted by the past.

Sometimes his features are painfully twisted, and he growls silently; Fingers can spasm; The golden legarmor tapped lightly against the metal throne.

At first Tiberius hoped that these details would foreshadow the emperor's awakening, but as time went on, he became more aware of what it all did.

Now the emperor finally led them again, but he had to leave again.

Tiberius was terrified.

The Golden Throne in the Psionic Beacon looks exactly the same as the Golden Throne beneath Terra's Palace.

Tiberius feared that all this was just his imagination, and that when he raised his head, he would see the same scene, still in a tormented body.

"I believe in you." The emperor on the golden throne mobilized his strength, causing Tiberius to raise his head, look him in the eye and speak again.

Looking at this glorious being, which no other title or name could properly describe, Tiberius knew what he had to do.

"We will take up this sacred duty."

Tiberius did not leave, but after some consideration, he still asked.

"Forgive my offense, but what could be more important than leading the Empire against the Tyranid invasion at this time?"

The emperor did not speak, but looked to the side.

Following the emperor's gaze, Tiberius saw the mechanism next to the golden throne. And lying inside is the regent of the empire, Sivier, who has not woken up for a long time.

Tiberius, who seemed to understand something, respectfully withdrew from the room.

The Emperor sat on the Golden Throne and closed his eyes, pulling his will away from the psionic incarnation.

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(Killiman: There's a regent lying in the Extreme Star Field!) Does anyone care? ）

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As the small council of a dozen Praetorian soldiers in the Psionic Beacon agreed to the War Department's plan, Alberto turned and walked out of the room.

After exiting the psionic beacon through a series of guards consisting of the Forbidden Army and the Sisters of Silence, the orders of the Emperor and the Regent were conveyed to the Ministry of War.

While most of the higher-ups knew about the regent's coma, they didn't know about the emperor's temporary departure.

Just as in order to stabilize the Empire, these high-ranking officials did not tell the people of the Empire about the regent's coma. The forbidden army did not let more people know about the emperor's departure.

So, after getting the order that was nominally agreed by the emperor and the regent, they thought it was the emperor who agreed, but in fact, neither the emperor nor the regent agreed, and it was the order agreed by the forbidden army, the experts in the scientific research hub began to develop orc spores for the long river star that could strike hard at the Tyranid spores.

This kind of genetic modification of orc spores is not the first time for the Empire.

Sivir had secretly asked a group of scientists from the empire to come up with something like Orc 2.0 before. And in addition to this secret project, genetic modification of orc reproductive spores is not without precedent in the Empire.

For example, some kind of edible Scott created by the Empire.

In today's period of rapid expansion of the empire's territory and rapid population growth, even though the empire has established many new agricultural worlds, it still needs a lot of food.

So the empire used genetic technology and biotechnology to cultivate many high-yield and adaptable crops. At the same time, some animals have been genetically modified to make them inherently docile and tasty.

And the orc Sgurg is one of them.

The orcs don't have to think about the environment of any planet, they don't need to think about supplies, because their companion Sgurg can meet almost everything they need.

Some of these Scroog variants, such as Food Sgoog and Juicy Scroog, are used to fill the bellies of orcs.

By genetically modifying the reproductive spores of the orcs, the Empire has succeeded in cultivating a genital spores that can only grow food skooges.

And through the genetic technology of the empire, these food Sgouges have become very different from the food Sgurgs of the orcs.

It has been modified with advanced brain functions to become a harmless animal, self-tending and free from the tedious social and self-determined grinding, very different from the fierce and aggressive Scroog bred by orcs.

At the same time, this skoogue has been changed in terms of taste to be more in line with the human palate.

After a simple cooking, the chicken flavor is crunchy.

Instead of growing crops on the ground and then using them to feed livestock, meat is grown directly from the ground.

There are also many subspecies of edible Scroog, such as Sausage Scroog, which can be used as a combat emergency reserve.

There are also nut skugos, which are sweet and crunchy, and make a pitiful squeak when humans chew on them in large quantities.

The reproductive spores bred by these empires can also grow many mushrooms, such as pink-spotted caps, nocturnal skins, and heartburn, providing a more diverse diet for the people of the empire.

It can be said that the Empire has a lot of experience in the study of orc reproductive spores.

Therefore, in response to the current situation of the Long River Star, the scientific research hub quickly researched a special orc reproductive spores, and then provided its manufacturing data and methods to the Long River Star.

Those dropped on the ground by the Spike Blitzkrieg of the Space Marines were the reproductive spores of the newly created orcs.

Although these reproductive spores fall to the ground, they quickly take root and sprout, and many green solitudes emerge from the ground. However, no orcs emerge from underground. The empire made special genetic modifications for this reproductive spores.

With the continuous appearance of greenskin solitary on the surface, various orc fungi and Tyranid spores devour each other, effectively inhibiting the Tyranidization of the Long River Star.

At the same time, as the green-skinned solitary multiplied, a snot essence grew out of the ground.

They are weak creatures that look like trumpet spirits, so they can only occupy the lowest level of orc society.

In orc societies, fart spirits play servant and other minor roles, while snot spirits sometimes play the role of "pets", but more often they play the role of management of orc agriculture and animal husbandry, as they are very close to the fungi and scroogs that appear in orc settlements.

The creature is very weak in combat, and even has snot spirits that are often eaten by the Scroog they raise.

Perhaps for this reason, these snotty spirits, which are very low in combat effectiveness, feed on fungi most of the time in orc society.

And it is for this reason that the reproductive spores developed by the Empire are allowed to grow this snot essence, which is used to eat the microorganisms and fungi of Tyranid.

In addition to this snot essence, the Empire's special genital spore also gave birth to another creature, the bomb Sgurg.

Tyrannical creatures are not afraid of all biomass, so the snot essence that grows is likely to become a meal for Tyranid creatures.

But is it impossible for the empire to allow orcs to grow out of the ground to protect these snot essences, otherwise it will drive wolves and devour tigers, and it is very likely that in the end, the wolf will be more harmful than the tiger, and the future will be endless.

So in order not to make the Tyranid creatures eat so comfortably, these reproductive spores released by the empire can also give birth to a self-destructing Scroog.

This self-detonation scrooge is an unusual subspecies of scrooge that has multiple stomachs, each filled with a thick liquid composed of unstable digestive material.

When they are "agitated", usually by simply shaking violently, the various digestive juices in its body combine into a flammable liquid, causing it to explode.

Their flesh, teeth, and bones will rain down. It can be used both as a throwing explosive in combat and as a landmine.

And this kind of self-detonation Sgouge Empire also added some material to it.

Not only can it grow a larger self-destructing Scott, but the power of its explosion has also increased a lot.

And in order to prevent these Scotts from causing trouble to the Empire, the Empire has written "loyalty" into their genes.

Just as orcs are inherently congregated under larger and stronger orcs, these self-detonating skoogs usually obey the orders of the humans they meet.

As the self-detonating Scroogs emerged from the ground in droves, as predicted, waves of self-destructing Scroogs washed over any Tyranid creatures that came near them.

After the successive explosions finally subsided, a large area was completely covered in the scorch marks of the explosion.

And the snot spirits were so frightened that they lay on the ground, their buttocks pouting high, screaming and tears streaming down their cheeks, as they twisted the Tylen fungus on the ground and stuffed it into their mouths.

And just when these timid but edible snot spirits thought that everything was over, a huge explosion hit in an instant.

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In the distance, the fire from the explosion was like a dazzling sun, as if it were about to illuminate the slightly dim Long River Star.

That's Space Marines on their mission.

Not long ago, the air fighter jet that dropped the orc reproductive spores barely stopped, and quickly approached a piece of Tyranid creature spores according to the signal displayed on the bird diviner.

However, in the vicinity of these sacs, there are a large number of Tyranid aerial units, as well as a large number of mucosal spores and spore clusters.

Mucosal spores are a living form that can float thousands of feet above the surface or planet, high enough to intercept enemy aircraft. As it floats, its dangling tentacles lazily savor the scent of prey in the air.

It will be attracted to any fast-moving object in the air, and will explode with lethal force once they get close to their target. This makes them a dangerous obstacle for enemy pilots.

When confronted with an enemy that dominates the skies, the hive fleet will usually sow a large patch of mucosal spores in the air.

And even more than these mucosal spores are clusters of numerous spore mines—spore mine clusters.

Whether it's a biological battleship in the planet's orbit, a heavenly unit of the Heavenly Demon, or the spore sac itself, it can expel spore thunder clusters.

The Space Marines piloting the warplanes must not only be on the lookout for attacks by Tyranid air units, but they must also be wary of rushing into these biobomb swarms without paying attention.

However, it was too cumbersome to completely bypass the vast bio-minefield, and the Space Marines formed up in battleplanes, and they chose to break through head-on.

Those fighters that reduce the number of missiles they can load, and choose to fly in front with automatic cannons or laser cannons on the wings and under the belly, rely on far superior physical fitness, advanced detection systems, and fire control systems to clear the way ahead for all fighters.

Finally, they approached the spore sac.

In fact, the Empire has an over-the-horizon strike capability that allows it to destroy these spore sacs at great distances.

Even though some missiles may be intercepted by the Tyranid Creatures in suborbital orbit, or by the Tyranid Creatures on the ground, just as the Tyranid Creatures' airdrop sacs can break through the Empire's anti-aircraft firepower network by relying on their numbers, as long as the Empire has enough missiles, there will always be some that can reach the location and destroy the spore sacs.

But first of all, this way is a bit expensive. More importantly, Imperial forces should refrain from any direct explosive or kinetic attacks on the minaret itself when they come into contact with these structures, as such attacks will only facilitate the spread of fungi.

When Wadez learned the news not long ago, the guilt in his heart suddenly increased.

Because the Empire knew that Tyron transported the planet's biomass into a biowarship in space through a device called a capillary tower, like a bio-like space elevator.

So in order to destroy this act of the Tyranid creatures, the Long River Star used to carry out missile strikes on the towering Tyranid buildings on the planet.

Perhaps, it was this behavior that caused the Tylen spores to drift far away in the impact of the explosion, or to be blown up into the air and fall everywhere with the wind.

The Empire's bombardment may have caused the spread of these Tyranid spores to cover the entire planet, resulting in so many Imperial subjects being infected by the Tyranid spores on the planet.

Therefore, the Empire must not repeat the mistakes of the past.