The Tyranids roam the frigid voids between galaxies, hungry for planet after planet - a definition that zooms in to organic matter, living things, water, soil, ......

Just to fill their age-old hunger with these substances that never seem to be satisfied.

The terrifyingly hungry hive will doesn't care what the food calls itself, it just marks the galaxy's amazing biological richness in its own unique way.

Each feast strengthens the hive's will, which takes the genetic essence and genetic data of the creature as its own.

It has become more cunning, constantly improving the defenses it already has and devised new strategies while creating new terrifying beasts to deal with the fierce resistance of the galaxy's various foods.

The only way to destroy these horrible xenomorphs is with fierce swords and roaring guns, and the Tyranid are the absolute masters at the biological level.

Even if a deadly toxin is found to be effective in killing the swarm, the next batch of swarms released by the hive will quickly make corresponding immunity-

It is said that even the terrifying virus of the plague god Nurgle cannot keep up with the genetic evolution of the Great Devourer.

But the hive fleet did not move forward unhindered, and there were warriors, men and women, who persisted in resisting them, whenever and wherever they were.

No matter how small the hope is, there will always be someone who will stand up without hesitation and end up with death as a reward.

As the Weeper fleet arrived in the Devran system, the Navigator and Startalker screamed in pain.

The psionic shadow of the Hive's Will has enveloped the galaxy, and what can be heard in the subspace is the endless hungry hiss of the Hive Consciousness.

The third pitch-black eye on the Navigator's forehead was bleeding black blood, and they were almost traumatized, and they had to stop contact with the subspace.

Changed to electromagnetic wave communication to contact the Planetary Defense Department of the Devra Nest World.

Katos stood on the edge of the Command Throne, staring intently at the massive observation window of the Dawn Reaper.

In the dazzling light of the stars in the distance, you can witness groups of black shadows hovering densely like purulent wounds.

The Great Devourer's fleet had arrived before them.

"Assemble all the weapons on board."

Katos said.

A holographic strategic display of a series of dark images with a few symbols marking the galaxy and the ugly parasites that want to devour it.

On the planet Devran's nest and its moons, the countless highlights surrounding them can be clearly discerned on the Dawn Reaper's soothsayer.

"My lord, the gravitational disturbance continues."

"In addition to the tens of thousands of signals from the Devran II and III, the fleet of the Great Devourer is still arriving here."

Observing the minions gave disturbing data.

"The planetary defense department of the planet Hive has sent back the news that the first nest world is evacuating, and the second nest world is resisting the attack of the Great Devourer."

"Satellite 3 has lost its low-earth orbit and air supremacy, and the Department of Planetary Defense is powerless to rescue it."

The Comms Servant also quickly reported back the message from the world of Devran.

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"Then we need to help evacuate and rescue the people of World 2 and Satellite 3, and at the same time buy time for World One to evacuate."

Katos quickly made his decision, and asked the warband leader to lead a team to rescue the people on Satellite 3 - even if there were only a hundred people left.

The Malakin Captain agreed, knowing the character of the youngest champion in the history of the Clan.

Like the brother he inherited his name and glory, Katos will fight to the death to save and protect the citizens of the Empire from the enemy's wounds.

The future of the Weepers needs to be guarded by such men.

Led by the Dawn Reaper, the Striker-class strike cruisers (cruisers specializing in long-range shooting), the Tears of Fury, the Wings of Vengeance, and the Blessing, six frigates of different types wept from the Weeping

The main fleet departed and sailed for the Defran III satellite.

As the fleet accelerated toward its goal, the Strategy Hall's massive holosphere was already bounded by a maddening number of creature ships.

A large black bioship hovers over the satellite's orbit, and it has even dropped a large, hideous feeding tube onto the surface of the satellite, protected by a staggering number of bio-ships from disturbing its feeding.

This detachment of hive fleets is labeled tendril alpha-03.

"Scan the surface of the satellite to determine if there is still a living force."

Katos said.

"Beta-7687, Kappa-4820, there is still a living force in the industrial city."

The scan was magnified by the holosphere, revealing a faint flickering blazing red light—the glow of a mortal soldier's laser gun.

"All assembled, ready for battle."

Katos immediately gave the order.

Already Tyranid's creature ships had noticed such an uninvited guest who seemed intent on disturbing them, and turned around in space, revealing their monstrous bloody mouths to the weepers.

"Target has been marked and locked."

Said the Dawn Reaper's head of weapons handling.

The rest of the warships were also lined up according to the distribution number, and the weapon system locked on to the incoming Bugtide fleet.

"Fire."

Katos said.

The three strike cruisers launched a ferocious fire attack with ferocious multi-barrel laser cannons and heavy torpedoes on the side of the board, and the frigates were supplemented by light cannon guns and high-kill hot-melt torpedoes.

Thirteen minutes later, Tyrann's warship swarm erupted in a dazzling fire, and the Weepers' attack had a remarkable effect, shattered gray-black carapace fragments and massive pieces of flesh splattered everywhere, and frozen bodily fluids floated in the clouds between the corpses of the bioship.

Their biological ships were not as good as the Empire's warships, and they had no shields, but they were far more numerous, and for every one destroyed, seven or eight ships came out to take their place.

They were successfully attracted to the Weepers, and a significant portion of the bio-warfare group left the mothership and flew towards the small fleet of Weepers.

After the second round of fire, the Tears of Fury turned the bow of the ship and fired a dazzling supernova gun.

The Dawn Reaper took the opportunity to break away from the group with four frigates and ran in the other direction as fast as possible to Satellite Three.

….

Their fleet is underwhelmed, and a head-to-head fight with the Great Devourer is a waste of death.

Katos could only use the means of involving the guerrillas to separate part of the tendrils of Alpha-03's forces.

But even so, there are still a considerable number of Tylen biological ships in satellite orbit.

They were far less powerful than the Imperial warships, and they were so ugly that they could almost scare mortals out of their faith to madness.

Some resemble slugs, some resemble void whales and anglerfish, and some resemble eerie conch...... There are some with huge blades in the front, or armored beaks.

Some have fins, some have tails, and some have shrunken hands and feet.

Every possible combination of life is there, but it is fused, transformed, succumbed to the will of the hive, and there is a terrible consistency in their diversity.

Tentacled ships dominate, but others have ramming horns as their bow or carry oversized biological weapons controlled by executioners or mother worms hidden in huge, never-closing throats.

Bells and sirens rang incessantly, shouts and shouts rang out, live torpedoes and biospores continued to penetrate the ship's Void Shield's protection, and the evil xenomorphs were hatched, and the assault teams left behind on the battleship quickly cleaned up with armed minions.

The Dawn Reaper shuddered violently, and the shrill sirens filled the ears.

But with the closure of the door of the airborne warehouse, noisy

The noise suddenly ended.

"Brothers, we're approaching the surface of the satellite and will begin to descend in about four minutes."

In his helmet, Katos said through the communication system, "We will win to protect those who are dear!"

"Victory!"

The thirty-five Astarte brothers, who followed the champion warriors, responded loudly.

Katos and the fifteen brothers in the airborne silo are all attached to the parachute robotic arm, and the Dawn Reaper will do its best to drop them on the surface of Satellite 3 with their armed minions.

The airborne compartment was plunged into darkness, and only the working machinery and the weeping red hearts on the shoulder armor of the Weeping Warriors still glowed faintly red.

The warriors' armor-mounted contemplative system began to receive data, and pulsed lasers shone at the edges of their lenses, projecting a virtual world panel directly onto the retina.

The engraved lines of the airborne compass flicker, and the two rings contained inside the reticle are divided by a perfect method of measurement.

"Airborne coordinates confirmed."

With the help of neural links, the fighters added airborne coordinates to the grid.

"Airborne landing begins in a minute, one last weapons armor check."

Katos said.

The soul inside this set of 7 Seiko Power Armor underwent a series of automatic corrections, and the air pressurization began to begin inside in preparation for the airborne.

Katos checked his weapons one last time, the Seiko Chainsaw Sword and Blaster being magnetically attached to the sides of his waist, armed with deadly Hellfire Bombs;

In his hand he clutched a primitive-looking master-grade power spear that was actually finely forged, the holy relic of the Weeping Warband—the price of victory.

Fighting with this weapon in hand is a great honor for the Weeper warriors.

He'd heard stories of the weapon in the warband, but now all he thought about was the innocent people who struggled in the mouths of the abominable Tyranns.

….

The Reaper of Dawn and the four frigates that accompanied it engage in a treacherous tug-of-war with Tyrann's creatures, and these seemingly slow-flying ships will suddenly burst out with incredible speed when they get closer, curling up and breaking the ship with its tentacles, sending it into the bloody maw.

At the cost of the loss of one frigate, the Dawn Reaper finally approached the orbit of the third satellite.

"Ten seconds countdown."

"Nine seconds."

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The machine began to count down, and the airborne compartment trembled violently.

Katos and his brothers closed their eyes and prayed to the emperor and the father of genes.

"Four seconds, mark."

"Three, two, one, airborne. Units 261-a, 261-b detachment."

Two dark yellow airborne silos began to fall towards the surface of the satellite, along with five RAND Raider vehicles, which were old but the Weepers were happy to accept the gift of the Mechachanist sage.

On top of that, several flying vehicles of all sorts carried armed minions flew down to the satellite, they didn't have the physical and power armor of Astarte, and parachuting them would only turn them into a puddle of flesh when they fell to the ground.

After the launch, the Dawn Reaper quickly sailed away, followed by a staggering number of Tyranid creatures.

They will not come again until the Katos Champions are confirmed to be able to come to the rescue.

Fighting is going on on the ground.

The Defran III satellite is an industrial world used to produce various materials needed by the Empire, with a certain amount of armed defense.

But from above, the surface of the planet is already a purple-black ocean, and countless Tyranid bugs are besieging the last remaining human solitary city like a tidal wave.

It's like a lonely boat that can be swallowed up at any time in stormy seas.

A large number of sword insects are constantly trying to level the defense line of the human defenders as cannon fodder, and various forms of Tyranid warriors also want to rush into the defense line and slaughter the human beings as the sword insects step forward.

It seems that because of the defensive power of this satellite let the worm

The Hive Will doesn't think it's enough to expend too much power to deal with, so there aren't many large Tyranid creatures that are highly threatening.

The airborne compartment fell with a thunderous sound, dragging a long bright flame tail like a meteorite.

"Boom!"

The two bright yellow airborne pods landed slightly in front of the human defense line, and the violent shock wave that made the ground tremble as they landed, and for a moment it actually overshadowed the rush of the insect tide.

"Bang!"

The door of the airborne chamber with a tearful heart fell and Katos and his brothers rushed out of it, and he and his Champion Guard were like sharp knives into the mot.

In a matter of seconds, Katos had already struck down one of the Tyranid warriors and swung his power spear.

This is the quickest and most efficient way to deal with the Tyranid forces, kill one of the swarm node creatures, and the remaining bugs will lose their boss control and scatter.

The Tyranid Warriors are the most adaptable organisms of the Tyranid Zerg and are unstoppable killing machines.

Its glittering black eyes stared at the "canned food" that was rushing towards it, swinging its flexible four arthropods to meet it with its sharp bone sword and claws.

The cost of victory opened up the disintegration field, and the blue energy field of the Mohu Lake surrounded the spearhead, which ended with the ugly head of the Tyranid Warrior being impaled after a brief encounter.

Fiercely besieging them, the knife insects quickly lost control and scattered.

Katos turned and locked onto the next swarm node creature.

The other two Destroyer squads used heavy weapons such as Storm Blasters, Fragmentation Missile Launchers, and Fragmentation Grenades to cleanse the invading insect tide with incredible killing efficiency and stabilize the defenses.

"It's an angel!"

"The Great God-Emperor has sent her angel to save us!"

"We are saved!"

……

In the rear, the planetary defense forces and militia let out excited cheers.

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