The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“Even humans and Eldar commanders need some time to adapt and think of countermeasures when encountering unfamiliar enemies, but their response time is too short, too fast.”

A massive amount of bio-ammunition is coming. Although the phantom force field can interfere with most of it, even a small portion poses a significant threat. The frigates in the fleet are forced to divert firepower to clear the bio-torpedoes heading straight for the fleet, increasing the pressure from other directions.

At the same time, Sorshan's flagship, along with two other Maelstrom Howlers, launched a concentrated attack, "annihilating" over a hundred of these torpedo harpies in one go.

But it was useless. In a short while, hundreds more came.

“There's no point in fighting on. Has the human fleet left the system?”

The Star Plague immediately replied:

“Reporting, Your Highness, they have already left.”

“Let me see the situation on the ground.”

The next second, the projected image in front of him turned into a mass of dirty purple, slowly transforming into a clear scene.

On the once-rich farmland, large, bloated, multi-legged creatures, not much bigger than bags, were spitting massive amounts of bile into pools dug out by strangely shaped stag beetles. Further away, huge, spiky flesh tubes grew from the ground, forming a twisted and terrifying capillary forest, or capillary towers. These huge capillaries were connected to the Tyranid capital ships in orbit. One could imagine them extracting every bit of nutrition from the planet and transporting large amounts of biomass harvested from the planet.

Countless ripper swarms swept across the land like a tide, carefully scavenging, not missing a single bit of biomass, while larger Tyranid creatures piled countless corpses in front of the smoking ruins of human cities. Huge devourers devoured these flesh and blood.

Morganna said in a low voice:

“They are obtaining the planet's resources. The previously produced soldiers will also enter those acid pools. Now is a good opportunity to destroy the planet before the swarm begins to self-digest and send all matter back to the hive fleet. This is also a method often used by the Imperium.”

The Phoenix Lord reached out his hand.

“An exterminatus order would maximize the damage to the Tyranids.”

Sorshyan did not respond directly, but asked:

“What are the combat losses?”

Doral replied:

“A total of 32 warriors have been killed, mainly from the Falcon tank squadron and motorcycle squadron. Fortunately, all the soul stones have been recovered, and no warriors were taken by Him.”

The Star Plague also spoke at this time:

“Your Highness, the Tyranids are a common threat to the galaxy. Judging from the scale of this invasion, I'm afraid it will be a major one. In order to prevent paying a greater price to deal with it in the future, I also suggest exterminating this world. I believe the Imperium... can understand this. If it were them, they would make the same choice.”

What they said made a lot of sense, but Sorshyan's mind conjured the twisted face of Watch Fortress Vydrian, warped by hatred and animosity. He gripped the sword at his waist, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed:

“The Imperium doesn't understand anything... Being devoured by the Tyranids and being destroyed by the Eldar are completely different concepts for some people in the Imperium. The Imperium will not thank us, or most people won't. This may even be regarded as a hostile act, an insult. Organizations like the Inquisition will only add this debt to the Ynnari's account. They have already begun to pursue the Ynnari. Hopefully, this Tyranid invasion can distract them. If the Ynnari destroy this world, it will immediately be escalated to a level beyond the Tyranid threat. I know those people too well, better than any member of the Ynnari. The main purpose of this operation is to rescue the Lamenters, the rest... let it be.”

In fact, Sorshyan wanted to destroy this world immediately more than anyone else, because he knew that after the Tyranid hive devoured the organic matter of this planet, its strength would further expand. In the future, the Imperium would have to face more bio-ships, more aberrant behemoths, and pay more sacrifices and costs.

But what could he do?

Further intensifying the Imperium's reaction to the Ynnari would also bring huge costs and hidden dangers in the future.

After weighing the pros and cons, he could only make this choice.

“Sun Seer, let me see the so-called Hive Mind.”

From the moment they came into contact with the Tyranid fleet, the seers had vaguely sensed something. Although their minds were suppressed, they also glimpsed things that normal psychic vision could not see with the power of the Asuryani sacred fire.

And as the best of them, the Star Plague, used his will to depict a certain freehand outline of the opponent.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The Star Plague drew a circle with both hands, and then a mirror reflecting psychic light appeared. Through the flash of the mirror, Sorshyan saw something.

At first glance, it looked like a huge shadow. It was this shadow that covered the Warp, forming a wave of suffocating fear and enough to blind the mind, suppressing the seers. But conversely, the larger the shadow, the brighter the light source that projected it.

Therefore, if you look closely, you will find that this shadow is actually more dazzling than any star.

In other words, its essence is still a psychic entity, but it is hidden very well, and its nature is very special, different from the power of Chaos.

Unfortunately, Sorshyan could only see some very conceptual and abstract things, or rather, the Star Plague could only depict this concept, including the rope-like tentacles entangled in the shadow, which may symbolize the different branches of the hive. Unfortunately, he could not observe the grooves of its thinking like the Star Plague.

According to the Star Plague's description, this is a highly developed intelligence. Its thoughts almost have the power of manifestation, weaving a complex command network that can control the operation of every tiny unit.

In other words, it is every Tyranid unit, and every Tyranid unit is it.

It had seen everything that happened today, naturally including Sorshyan.

“Retreat.”

After the order was conveyed, the swift Eldar warships collectively turned around, and then accelerated out of the Tyranid fleet's attack range.

But before completely disengaging, according to Sorshyan's instructions, all Eldar warships activated all weapons. A series of lasers and wraithbone missiles passed through the void, hitting the flesh of the bio-ships, once again setting off a wave of death before leaving, leaving the Tyranid hive fleet to continue gnawing on the planet's remnants.

Soon, the eternally hungry Tyranid fleet would set off again, heading in a direction that was more attractive to them - the diocese filled with tens of billions of people had already been served on its table.

The Eldar fleet quickly caught up with the merchant fleet retreating to the nearest star system. Because Malakin was still receiving treatment on the Eldar side, the Lamenters did not make a warp jump either, but Sorshyan soon learned something that made him feel very helpless.