Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 105 The Guardian
The Tyranids are wandering in the cold void between galaxies, hungry for planets with life one after another - this definition can be enlarged to organic matter, organisms, water, soil...

Just to feed their ancient hunger that never seems to be satisfied.

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

Every gluttonous feast can make the hive mind stronger, and it takes the genetic essence and genetic data of the living beings as its own.

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

The only way to destroy these terrifying aliens is with fierce swords and roaring guns. The Tyranids are the absolute masters at the biological level.

Even if a deadly toxin is developed that can effectively kill the swarm, the next batch of swarm released by the will of the hive will quickly make corresponding immunity——

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

But the Hive Fleet did not move forward unhindered. No matter when and where, there are warriors, men and women who insist on resisting them.

No matter how small the hope is, someone will stand up without hesitation, and finally end with death as the reward.

When the Wailer Fleet rushed to the Devlan galaxy, the Navigator and Astropath screamed in pain.

The psionic shadow of the hive mind has enveloped the galaxy, and what is heard in the warp is the endless hungry howl of the hive mind.

The third black eye on the Navigator's forehead was bleeding black blood, and it was almost severely injured. They had to stop their connection with the subspace.

Use electromagnetic wave communication instead to contact the Planetary Defense Department of Devlan Hive World.

Katos stood on the edge of the command throne, staring intently at the Dawn Reaper's huge observation window.

In the dazzling light of the stars in the distance, groups of black shadows like festering wounds can be seen densely hovering.

The Great Devourer's fleet had arrived here one step ahead of them.

"Assemble all the armed forces on board."

Katos said.

A holographic strategic display, marking the galaxy and the hideous parasites that would devour it, with a series of dim images bearing a few-sentence symbols.

On the Hive Planet of Devran and its moons, numerous points of light surrounding them can be clearly discerned on the Dawn Reaper's augury.

"My lord, the gravitational disturbance is still going on."

"Apart from the tens of thousands of signals from Devlane [-] and [-], the fleet of the Great Devourer is still coming here continuously."

Watching the minion gives disturbing statistics.

"The Planetary Defense Department of the hive planet sent back a message that the No. [-] Hive World is evacuating, and the No. [-] Hive World is resisting the attack of the Great Devourer."

"Satellite No. [-] has lost its low-Earth orbit and air dominance, and the Planetary Defense Department is unable to rescue it."

The communication servant also quickly reported the information sent back from Devlan World.

"Then we need to assist in the evacuation and rescue of the people on the second world and the third satellite, and at the same time buy time for the first world to evacuate."

Katos quickly made his own decision, and asked the chapter master to lead a team to rescue the people on the third satellite—even if there were only a hundred people left.

Chapter Master Malakin agreed, knowing the character of the youngest champion in Chapter history.

Like the brother to whom he bore his name and glory, Katos will die to save and protect those citizens of the Empire from his enemies.

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

Headed by the Dawn Reaper, six frigates of different types, including the Vanguard-class strike cruiser (cruiser specializing in long-range shooting), the Tears of Wrath, the Wings of Vengeance, and the Blessing, were separated from the main fleet of the Lamenters. Towards the Devlan-[-] satellite.

As the fleet accelerated towards its target, the huge holographic sphere of the strategy hall was blurred by a maddening number of biological ships.

A huge black biological ship hovered in the orbit of the satellite. It even dropped a thick and hideous feeding tube to the surface of the satellite. An astonishing number of biological ships protected it so that its feeding would not be disturbed.

This branch of Hive Fleet was designated Tendril Alpha-03.

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

Katos said.

"Beta-7687, Kappa-4820, there are still viable forces in the industrial city."

The scanning result was enlarged and displayed through the holographic sphere, and a flashing red light could be vaguely seen—that was the light of the laser gun of a mortal soldier.

"Everyone gathers and prepares for battle."

Catos immediately gave the order.

Already, Tyrann's biological ships noticed such an uninvited guest who seemed to intend to disturb them, turned around in space, and showed their ferocious mouths to the wailers.

"Target is marked locked."

said the Dawn Reaper's weapons handling supervisor.

The rest of the warships also lined up according to the assigned positions, and their weapon systems locked on to the incoming insect swarm fleet.

"Fire."

Katos said.

The three strike cruisers launched a round of ferocious firepower with their fierce multi-barreled laser cannons and heavy torpedoes on the sides, and the frigates were supplemented by light giant cannons and high-destructive melta torpedoes.

Thirteen minutes later, the swarm of Tyrannian warships lit up with dazzling flames, and the attacks of the Wailers had a remarkable effect. Broken gray-black carapace fragments and huge pieces of meat splashed everywhere, and frozen body fluids floated among the corpses of the biological spaceships. among the clouds.

Their biological ships are not as good as the empire's warships, and they don't have shields to protect them, but their number is much greater. When each one is destroyed, seven or eight ships come out to take its place.

They were successfully attracted by the Weepers, a considerable part of the biological battleship group left the mothership, and flew towards the small fleet of the Weepers at a very high speed.

After the second round of firing, the Tears of Wrath turned around and fired a dazzling supernova cannon.

The Dawn Reaper took the opportunity to break away from the team with four frigates, and ran towards the third satellite at the fastest speed in the other direction.

Their fleet is not strong enough, and fighting the Great Devourer head-on is death in vain.

Katos could only split part of the tendril Alpha-03's strength by involving guerrillas.

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

They are far inferior to the might and power of the imperial warships, and they are so ugly that they can almost scare mortals with unsteady beliefs crazy.

Some are like slugs, some are like void whales, anglerfish, some are like weird conch shells... some have huge blades on the front, or armored beaks.

Some had fins, some had tails, and some still had shrunken hands and feet.

Every possible combination of life was there, but all fused, altered, and bowed to the hive will, with a terrifying unity in their diversity.

Vessels with tentacles predominate, but others have rams as their prows, or carry oversized bioweapons controlled by executioners or mother bugs hidden in gigantic, never-closing throats.

Bells and sirens keep ringing, beeps and shouts, live torpedoes and biological spores continue to pass through the ship's void shield protection, evil xenomorphs are hatched, and the raider squads left on the battleship with armed minions Clean up quickly.

There was a violent tremor on the Dawn Reaper, and sharp sirens filled my ears.

But as the door of the airborne pod was closed, the noise suddenly ended.

"Brothers, we are approaching the surface of the satellite and will start airborne in about 4 minutes."

In the helmet, Katos said from the communication system, "In order to protect the precious people, we will surely win!"

"Definitely!"

Thirty-five Brothers Astartes following the Champion Champion shouted back.

Katos and the fifteen brothers in the airborne pod were all attached to the mechanical arms for airborne, and the Dawn Reaper would do everything possible to drop them on the surface of the third satellite together with the armed minions.

The airborne compartment was plunged into darkness, only the machines at work and the tearing red hearts on the shoulder armor of the Wailers were still emitting a faint red light.

The Thinker system mounted on the soldiers' armor began to receive various data, and the pulsed lasers shone on the edge of their lenses, directly projecting a virtual world panel display to the retina.

The reticles of the airborne compass flashed, and the two circles contained within the crosshairs were divided in perfect measure.

"Airborne coordinates confirmed."

Using neural links, fighters add airborne coordinates to the grid.

"The airborne will start in 1 minute, the last inspection of weapons and armor."

Katos said.

The machine soul inside this set of MK7 Seiko Power Armor has undergone a series of automatic corrections, and the interior begins to pressurize the air in preparation for airborne.

Katos checks his weapons one last time, Seiko Chainsword and Boltgun magnetically attached to the sides of his waist, armed with deadly Hellfire Bolters;
In his hand he clutched a rustic-looking but in fact master-forged power spear, the relic of the Lamenters Chapter - the price of victory.

It is a great honor for a Wailer Warrior to fight with this weapon.

He had heard tales of the weapon's tales in the Chapter, but now all he could think about was the innocent struggling at the mouth of the Hateful Tyranids.

The Dawn Reaper and the four accompanying frigates are engaged in a dangerous and dangerous tug-of-war with Tyrann's biological ships. These seemingly slow-moving ships will suddenly explode at an astonishing speed after approaching, and use their tentacles to Roll up and break the ship, and send it into the bloody mouth.

At the expense of a frigate, the Dawn Reaper finally approached the orbit of the third satellite.

"Count down ten seconds."

"Nine seconds."

……

The machine started counting down, and the airborne pod was shaking violently.

Katos and his brothers closed their eyes and prayed to the Emperor and Gene-Father.

"Four seconds, mark."

"Three, two, one, airborne. Units 261-A, 261-B disengage."

Two dark yellow airborne pods began to fall towards the surface of the satellite, and at the same time there were five Land Raider chariots—although the models were old, the Wailers happily accepted the sage of the Mechanic Cult. bonus.

In addition, several flying vehicles of various types flew down towards the satellite carrying armed servants. They did not have the powerful body and power armor of the Astartes, and the airborne would only make them die when they fell to the ground. Turned into a puddle of meat.

After the launch, the Dawn Reaper sailed away quickly, followed by an astonishing number of Tyranid biological ships.

They will come again after the Katos champion confirms that they can come to the rescue.

There is a battle on the ground.

The Devlan III satellite is an industrial world, which is used to produce various materials needed by the empire, and has certain armed defense forces.

But from a high altitude, the surface of the planet is already a purple-black ocean, and countless Tyranids are besieging the only remaining human city like a sea tide.

It's like a lonely boat that will be swallowed at any time in the stormy sea.

A large number of knife insects are used as cannon fodder, constantly trying to flatten the defense line of the human defenders. Tyrann warriors of various forms follow the steps of the knife insects and want to rush into the defense line and slaughter the human beings.

It seems that because the defense force on this satellite makes the Hive Will think that it is not enough to expend too much power to deal with it, so there are not many high-threatening large Tyranid creatures.

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

"boom!"

Two bright yellow airborne pods landed slightly in front of the human line of defense. When they landed, the violent shock wave made the ground tremble.

"boom!"

The door of the airborne pod with a tearing red heart printed on it fell down, and Katos and his brothers came out of the pod in a single file. He and his champion guards plunged into the swarm of insects like a sharp knife.

In just a few seconds, Katos had already killed one of the Tyranid warriors, and swung the power spear in his hand.

This is the quickest and most efficient way to deal with the Tyranid troops. Kill a swarm node creature, and the rest of the worms will lose the control of the leader and disperse.

The most adaptable organism of the Tyranid race, the Tyranid Warrior is an unstoppable killing machine.

Its gleaming black eyes stared at the "canned food" rushing towards it, swung its flexible four limbs, and fought with sharp bone swords and claws.

The price of victory turned on the disintegration force field, and a blurred blue energy field surrounded the spearhead. After a short confrontation, it ended with the ugly and hideous head of the Tyranid warrior being pierced.

The knife insects besieged them densely and soon lost control and dispersed in a herd.

Katos turned and locked on to the next swarm node creature.

The other two Destroyer teams used heavy weapons such as storm bolters, fragmentation missile launchers, and fragmentation grenades to cleanse the invading bug swarm with astonishing killing efficiency and stabilize the line of defense.

"It's an angel!"

"The great God-Emperor has sent his angels to save us!"

"We are saved!"

……

In the rear, the Planetary Defense Forces and militia cheered excitedly.

(End of this chapter)