The Emperor’s Angel of Death

As the defensive line contracted, the originally held cliff edge was abandoned because on the gentler slopes closer to the Snow Palace, enormous Sporocyst and Biovore lumbered into view, carrying symbiotic bio-cannons. Their swaying gait caused their high, protruding backs to rock, making them look like bizarre, uneven ships sprouting a bunch of up-and-down waving claws.

No one knew how the Tyranids managed to get these behemoths into the mountains, but their presence forced a change in the original defensive line.

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Although the Venomblade Squad and the Air Force had been trying to bomb these creatures, killing them before they could fire their bio-cannons, as more Tyranid flying creatures entered the battle, the aerial war was no longer so one-sided. Flying monsters from all over the world flocked to the last place on the planet where fighting was taking place, and the Air Force had to deal with the enemies in the sky more often.

In this situation, it was difficult to clear the Tyranid artillery in time.

When the Sporocysts fired, spore cysts rained down on the Snow Palace. Even amidst the noise of battle, the wet, crackling sound accompanying each spore cyst's landing was incredibly clear, symbolizing a swarm of bugs being dropped onto the defensive line.

"Hold on! I am with you!"

Bahram, whose armor was already covered in wounds, was still trying to boost morale, but another wave of the swarm entered his vision. Mountain-like bugs writhed and squeezed each other, as if a complete organic entity was surging forward.

"Captain! Sky!"

Hearing Jacob's voice, Bahram looked up at the sky. Although the Hive's living warships were hidden outside the deathly atmosphere and could not be observed with the naked eye, his helmet's eyepiece could mark their outlines on his retina.

Fiery trails streaked across the high-altitude clouds, and burning fragments fell like meteors, and there was only one possible source for these fragments—the Hive warship might have been killed and disintegrated.

As time went on, the meteor shower became denser, and the thick spore clouds were burned away, replaced by larger burning chunks. Some of these even looked like mythical fallen zodiac beasts, dragging smoke and flames across the sky, and when they slammed into the ground, countless undeveloped bugs fell from the warship breaches to the ground, turning into meat paste.

"Reinforcements are here!!!!"

Even the always-steady Bahram's voice trembled with excitement as he raised the Broken Horned Fiend.

"The fleet is here! We've won!!!"

Both Astartes and mortals were cheering excitedly at this moment, not only because more and more of these wrecks were tumbling towards the ground, but more importantly, this battle had lasted for a full 34 standard Terra days, and hope had finally appeared.

Even Sorkhian walked out of the command center, looked up at the sky, and said easily to the people around him:

"I said, Brother Malakim will not let us down. When brothers and comrades are waiting for them, the sons of Sanguinius will never be late!"

"Order the core fleet, change course 380, port side level negative eleven degrees."

As the last living warship the size of a cruiser died, its carcass also disintegrated in the flames generated by friction with the atmosphere. Malakim withdrew his gaze, and his calm voice echoed in the bridge.

"All engines at full speed! Maximum speed!"

Behind the flagship, the Mother of Tears, the vanguard fleet led by the Storm's Daughter battle barge also broke through the encirclement of the Hive Fleet, but three warships were unfortunately sunk. Two of them were destroyers, and one was a Dreadnought-class light cruiser. At this time, the low orbit of the planet was filled with broken metal wreckage and bloody corpses of void monsters, but the aftermath of the massacre had not yet dissipated.

Malakim also divided the fleet into three combat groups for this offensive, but their missions were different. One combat group was responsible for containing the Hive Fleet's ships in the planet's outer orbit, one combat group was responsible for clearing the orbit above the Snow Palace, and the core combat group he led was to launch an attack on the Tyranid Hive Ship.

If they could destroy the opponent, that would be best. Even if they couldn't destroy it, they could contain the Hive Fleet in low orbit and create time to evacuate the ground forces.

From a distance, the force surrounding the planet was extremely terrifying. It stretched out like tendrils in the vast universe. Countless void creatures and living warships seemed to cover the stars. They were arranged in a long serpentine line, coiling around the planet as if they were giant pythons strangling their prey.

And now, one of the human fleets was attacking its tail, another was attacking its body, and Malakim was going to beat the snake's head hard.

"Report, enemy Hive Ship location scanned."

As the detection officer sent the signal, the position of the new target was displayed on the tactical instrument in front of Malakim, and then the holographic image showed the outline of the target. It had a tight and curved shell, like the horn of a sea beast or a ram. Countless wriggling tentacles grew in the wide and grooved shell holes, each nearly the length of a cruiser, and its own volume was unprecedentedly large, almost the most massive cosmic life form Malakim had ever seen, almost a miracle. Even the largest battleship in the human fleet seemed so small in comparison.

Malakim glanced roughly at the image, then turned his attention to the forces protecting it.

Hundreds of light spots of various sizes surrounded this behemoth, forming a honeycomb-like spatial structure.

"Ignore those large bio-ships for now. They are slow and too close to the planet. The gravitational well drags their movements, making them very slow."

Not long ago, Malakim led the fleet to destroy the second Tyranid tendril. This battle was even easier than the first, with almost no casualties, because the planet's mass was very large. Although Tyranid bio-ships had various incredible means, the most basic physical laws could not be completely avoided. Under the action of a huge mass planet's gravitational well, the speed of those large Tyranid bio-ships became abnormally sluggish, as if fish had fallen into glue. Therefore, Malakim chose to eliminate the more flexible ships first, and then attack the large warships. The effect was unexpectedly good.

Therefore, in this place, he planned to repeat the old trick, first eliminating the flexible warships, and then dealing with the clumsy and slow giant bio-ships.

Soon, the core fleet locked on to the targets to be eliminated first. These bio-warships were generally only the size of frigates and destroyers. Faced with the attacking human fleet, they immediately gathered together to prepare for a counterattack.

"All ships, bombardment formation."

As the order was issued, the core fleet's dozen or so main battleships lined up in battle formation. The core output forces were an Oberon-class battleship and three Mars-class battlecruisers. The captains had received the plan in advance and reacted accurately, arriving at their respective firing positions.

Thanks to the alliance leader, Third Emperor Guilliman!!!!