The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although the Imperium constantly emphasizes faith and will, any clear-headed person understands that humanity's greatest strength lies in its vast numbers and the resulting near-limitless war potential compared to other races. However, when a race surpasses humanity in both of these aspects, it can only lead to a desperate war where faith and will are of no use.

What's worse, neither humanity, nor the Eldar, know even the most basic information about where they come from. From a commander's perspective, it's difficult for Trazyn to accept this situation. It means the enemy is always on the offensive, while his side can only passively defend and wait. This is an extremely unfavorable strategic disadvantage because the attacker's options will only increase, while the defender's available means will only decrease as resources, territory, and war potential diminish. Although this situation is also reflected in Chaos enemies, such as the Black Legion, at least the Imperium knows the basic information about the Black Legion, and the war capabilities on the Chaos side can be inferred through reconnaissance or prediction.

Just as Trazyn was observing further, in the endless void that entangled his consciousness, a hunger turned back to gaze at him. As Trazyn became alert, the voice uttered a name.

Void From—

"Damn it!"

Trazyn growled, reaching out and grasping the black substance on Veronica's hand, instantly annihilating it. Bandalam, sitting on his arm, suddenly cried out in pain, clutching his head.

"What are you doing? Such a sudden and violent action might harm its soul."

Veronica quickly took Bandalam and enveloped him in warm energy. Trazyn, still shaken, withdrew his hand. Just now, he had once again, in the truest sense, felt fear.

No, it was even more terrifying than the threat posed by the Emperor during their disputes. It was a tremor from the depths of his soul, not just him, but even the Grey Seers were trembling.

"This is bad."

Seeing Trazyn still looking unsettled, Veronica asked:

"What's wrong? This is just a fragment of consciousness, and its connection with the Tyranid hive mind has long been severed. How could it be"

"Madam, I'm certain that something noticed me just now, and it knows the name Void From."

Trazyn took a deep breath, suppressing the unease in his heart. Veronica looked at Bandalam, who had stopped crying.

"Impossible, I didn't sense anything."

"Perhaps it's my problem."

Trazyn looked at Bandalam. At this moment, the Tyranid features on him had basically disappeared, almost like a pure Eldar child. However, because his hair had become longer, he looked more like a girl, but his purple eyes and the slightly protruding bone plates behind his cheeks still indicated his former identity. Then, Trazyn reached out and touched his face.

"Sorry, Bandalam, did I hurt you?"

He shook his head, but still looked somewhat fearful.

"Okay, at least I completely destroyed that bit of Tyranid residual instinct you had... Hmm, Veronica, why does he look like a girl?"

Veronica blinked.

"Bandalam originally had no concept of gender, but you scared him and hurt him, making him dislike males, so he chose to adopt more feminine characteristics."

Saying that, she brushed the hair on his forehead and smiled:

"It's quite good."

At this moment, Trazyn's thoughts returned to the information he had just examined, which made him look very worried. Veronica felt the undisguised concern in his heart and then said:

"Are the Tyranids very large?"

The two were in a telepathic state, and they basically knew what each other was thinking.

"Yes, very large... very large, so large that I feel a sense of powerlessness. Its target is not the Imperium, nor any other race, but an entire galaxy. What is driving them? And what is controlling them?"

"The thing that discovered you just now said the name Void From, could it be"

"This may be the source of my fear. After all... in the past, the Star Gods created monsters like the Necrons. If they created similar troubles again, I really can't imagine how to resist."

"It's not necessarily the Star Gods. No one can say what kind of horrors exist outside the galaxy. It is said that when some Craftworlds drifted outside the system and returned, the entire Craftworld, along with its inhabitants, had undergone amazing and terrifying changes, but these are just rumors, and there are currently no instances of it."

"Perhaps, but now we must start seriously considering how to face the Tyranid threat. The tragedy of Malantai proves that the power of a single Craftworld is completely impossible to withstand even a small tendril of the Tyranids. If this terrible Tyranid swarm sweeps in from the eastern part of the galaxy, our current strength can do nothing. The only way is to evacuate the Eldar from the entire area as much as possible. But I still have another worry. Judging from the recent situation in the Storm Region, the real direction of the Tyranid invasion may not be the eastern part of the galaxy that we are currently analyzing... Alas, so this is the so-called passive defense. The enemy can invade from any direction, but we have no way to defend every direction. We can only wait for the enemy to come to our door to know they've arrived."

"I heard Lord Jain Zar say that the ancient empire once built many outposts on the borders of the galaxy. They could detect obvious energy and biological movements within a range of several or even a dozen light-years and quickly transmit the intelligence to the Spirit Tree network through the Infinity Circuit. But after the Fall, they were all closed because they lost control. Perhaps we can try to reactivate these frontier outposts, so we have a basic early warning mechanism."

"Can they still be restarted? It's been so long..."

"It is said that the maintenance time set for these outposts is about 5 million years. Many were built in an era before the Fall, so it's not too late to expire. I think a considerable number should be able to be started, but all the outposts are connected to the Spirit Tree. If you want to restore them, you have to build a new Spirit Tree, which is a bit difficult now."

Then the concept of the Spirit Tree entered Trazyn's mind. In human language, it should be called the Dream Tree. It was a towering giant tree, pure white, with a ridged bark, and the depths of the wrinkles shone with traces of sap crystals. Its trunk alone exceeded 30,000 meters in height. It was a creation that violated the common sense of physics. Below the tree, countless crystals grew like fungi. In the human-sized leaves of the giant tree, many huge crystal pods could be seen, but they were not mysterious fruits, but operating rooms.