Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

"Lord Sumatus!"

A nervous man's voice came from his communication bead, "Just as you predicted, that psychic has gone crazy!"

"Hold him steady, I'll be there soon!"

Andal gave the order and immediately led his team back to the command center in the fortress.

Apart from the guards responsible for guarding the headquarters, there were only two people in the headquarters.

One was Andrew Hogg, the commander of the 114th Regiment of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army, who was responsible for defending the fortress. The other was a young man tied to a chair, tears of blood flowing from his tightly closed eyes, his head tilted to one side and he fainted.

His pants were completely wet and a foul odor spread throughout the command room.

"Sir..." Andrew was about to salute as soon as he saw Andal.

"report."

Andar raised his hand to interrupt him.

Andrew immediately reported concisely:

"Just ten minutes ago, this guy suddenly started shaking and screaming, with blood coming out of his eyes. I tried to get someone to give him a sedative, but he passed out before that happened."

Andal ordered solemnly:

"Get your men ready, the enemy could land at any moment!"

"Understood, sir!" Andrew saluted solemnly.

Because it is uncertain whether the arrival of the Zerg will interfere with real-life communications, Andal, as the only ground force, always has a psyker by his side - his role is to detect the arrival of the Zerg.

Because according to the intelligence they have, the arrival of the Zerg will be accompanied by a phenomenon called "subspace shadow", which will seriously block astropathic communications and drive psykers crazy.

When a psyker goes crazy for no reason, it proves that the Zerg fleet has reached the edge of the galaxy!

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Plantium upper orbit, Starship, captain's lounge.

"Noah, I, I can't see, I can't see colors..."

Cassia, who had just been playing chess with Noah, suddenly became nervous. Although the girl tried her best to stay calm, her voice was still trembling.

"It's okay, it's normal to be afraid."

Noah held the frightened girl in his arms, gently stroked her long hair, and soothed her softly.

Cassia's long, pale fingers clutched his clothes tightly, like a drowning man desperately grasping at the last straw.

Under the shadow of the warp, all psychics would be affected. Most psychics would be frightened to the point of incontinence or even die on the spot, and could only be calmed down by a large amount of sedatives.

In comparison, Cassia's performance was excellent.

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Battle barge, Seraph of Judgment.

Huron sat in his command throne, his eyes fixed on the holosphere along with the eyes of everyone else on the bridge.

The sphere depicts the Plantium system, with its brown-yellow star and five planets orbiting it.

In the vastness of space, even the largest warships owned by humans are just a tiny grain of sand among the countless stars, just like they are just blue spots on the holographic ball that are so small that they are almost invisible to the naked eye.

The navigators and psykers on the ship went crazy. Even though they had been warned, they still went crazy.

Huron also had to order them to be injected with sedatives to stabilize their emotions.

He would need them anyway when the fleet left the system.

"grown ups!"

After an unknown amount of time, the nervous voice of a mortal officer sounded, "We have found hundreds of new signals... In the revision, there are thousands... No, tens of thousands... Hundreds of thousands, impossible to count!"

The mortal's voice was filled with undisguised fear, alarms rang out across the bridge, and Huron stared intently at the holosphere.

Thousands of red dots emerged one after another from the edge of the galaxy. They were densely arranged into long, winding snakes, like a huge, indescribable monster waving its tentacles towards the galaxy Plantim.

"All ships enter war status and prepare for battle!" Huron ordered.

Half of his fleet was in Macragge, and he only had ten battleships. Even with escort ships, he only had less than fifty. The number of warships in the Hive Fleet was at least thousands of times his!

But Huron never intended to defeat them head-on; his purpose was only to test them.

Huron turned his gaze away from the holographic ball and stared at the observation window of the Judgment Seraph until it was covered with stripes. They gradually turned into hideous Tyranid biological ships.

The biological ships of the Zerg Hive Fleet are like sea monsters cruising in the void, their purple shells reflecting the cold and damp light, and their bloated and ugly bodies are protected by their shells.

The appearance of these Tyranid bio-ships is almost the same. They are all driven by tails that spray gas like octopus tentacles. The only difference is whether their mouths have tentacles or some kind of cylindrical gun barrels.

But they ranged in size, with the smallest being smaller than an Imperial destroyer, but the largest being almost larger than a battleship.

"Fire!" Huron, who was mentally prepared, remained calm and gave orders calmly.

The moment the order was given, dozens of warships' side cannons and light spears simultaneously fired terrifying firepower that was enough to destroy an asteroid.

Hundreds of macro cannons and light spears smashed into the formation of the Hive Fleet, even briefly causing a gap in the front of the Hive Fleet, although these gaps were quickly filled by more biological ships. But according to the Thinker's estimation, they still killed and injured hundreds of Tyranid warships in this first round of shooting!

Such an easy destruction ratio even made Huron, who was commanding the battle, feel strange - these horrible predators from outside the galaxy, don’t they have shields?

But he did not give up his original plan and issued another order:

"All ships turn around, we retreat!"

Unlike Macragge.

Plantim is expendable, or rather she is destined to be expendable.

Huron had no intention of fighting the Hive Fleet to death, he was just luring the enemy.

Chapter 29 Strategic Shift, WIN!

Constellation, bridge.

Noah sat on the command throne, his eyes never leaving the tactical panel.

From Sandros to Plantium, the direction from which Tyrone came was certain.

So Huron led the fleet to set up defenses on the outskirts of the galaxy from the beginning, hoping to kill as much damage as possible to the Tyranid Hive Fleet.

But the fleet he had was extremely limited, with only ten battleships. So Huron had no hope of stopping the Tyron fleet from the beginning. He just wanted to test Tyron's firepower and decide whether to carry out the original plan.

In Noah's opinion, Huron's interception should be smooth, because he does not need to defend Plantim or block the Zerg fleet, so he can maximize the mobility of the fleet.

In addition, the Tyranid bio-ships have no energy shields, and the powerful firepower of human warships can easily destroy thousands of Zerg warships. But such damage is not of much significance, because the destroyed bio-ships can still be recovered by the Zerg mothership.

Unless the tentacles of an entire hive fleet can be cut off at once, any excellent exchange ratio will be in vain.

So Noah waited.

If the auspex detected the Zerg signal first, he would directly issue an extermination order because that would mean that Huron's fleet had been completely destroyed.

But if the auspex received the Huron signal first...

"Captain! It's the Zerg!"

White's warning made Noah alert to his full potential, and he soon saw the target through the observation window - against the dark background of the universe, a huge purple cloud was rapidly spreading from the depths of the universe towards their world of Plantium!

On the tactical panel, the scene was even more terrifying. Countless red dots formed countless wriggling tentacles, madly chasing the few blue dots representing the Empire's warships, as if they wanted to completely devour them.

"quantity!"

"The number of enemy ship signals exceeds fifty thousand... revised, one hundred thousand!"

"The number of the Imperial side?"

"One battle barge, one Overlord-class battlecruiser, four cruisers, and 4 escort ships."

Noah frowned slightly. Huron's mission was only to fight guerrilla warfare with the Tyranids in this vast battlefield of hundreds of millions of kilometers. But even so, he still lost more than 1/3 of his fleet. It was obvious that he suffered a lot at the hands of Tyranids.

"Captain, communication request, full-band broadcast!" White's serious and cold voice spread across the bridge.

"Get in."

The strategic display flashed up on the main monitor, its gaps filled by smaller tactical terms. Above it, a pale sphere glowed, gradually merging into a holographic projection of Huron.

"Noah, execute the original plan. We abandon Plantim and cover..."

A cacophony of noise filled the bridge of the Stars as the interference of the Tyranid Hive Fleet forced their communications to be interrupted, and the Huron holographic projection was frozen and decomposed into a blurred mosaic, eventually flickering away.

But Noah already knew what he had to do, and immediately gave the order:

"All ships open fire freely, leave the planet's orbit, and cover the evacuation of the Judgment Seraph!"

As the order was given, the bow of the Stars immediately fired a barrage of torpedoes towards the side of the Star Cluster.

As the Stars left the planet's orbit and began to engage the enemy from the side, the Light Spear Array shot out first, cutting through the front of the 'cloud' and cutting a Tyranid bio-ship in half.

The macro cannons flying through space followed closely behind, blasting dozens of densely packed Tyranid bio-ships at the vanguard of the Zerg Hive Fleet into pieces, splattering corrosive blood.

Even without special aiming, their attacks are unlikely to miss.

Because the number of hive fleets is so huge!

Even if the macro cannon and light spear are dodged by the front row of Zerg bio-ships, they will definitely cause damage to the back row of bio-ships.

But just like Huron's previous block, Noah did not think his attack would be decisive.

The light dots on the tactical panel disappeared one by one, marking their death, but soon more red dots would fill in. For every Tyranid bio-ship killed, ten or twenty would replace it.

Their numbers are endless, and the human fleet's ammunition is being consumed every moment.

There is no doubt that victory in this war will belong to Terran!

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"finally come."

Andal stared at the sky. The warships that had been staying in orbit had already sailed away, and were replaced by so many Tyranid bio-ships that they blocked out the sky.

Soon, these biological ships in orbit "seeded" hundreds of millions of spores and airborne fungal sacs into the atmosphere!

The fortress's anti-aircraft array opened fire, sending endless artillery fire into the sky. Trying to destroy every Tyranid ship or airborne fungus pod they could see and lock onto, hundreds of Tyranid bio-ships and millions of airborne fungus pods in orbit were destroyed by the dense artillery fire, and burning debris fell from the sky in a "black rain".

But the range that the air defense array can cover is too limited compared to the entire planet, and the number of spores is so large that no matter how many Tyranid air-dropped spores are torn to pieces by shrapnel and energy explosions, there will always be more to make up for it.

A steady stream of airborne fungus sacs fell from the sky. A small number of them managed to avoid the dense anti-aircraft firepower and were eventually destroyed by the fortress's void shield or transferred to the subspace by its mysterious technology, but more of them successfully landed on positions outside the fortress that were not protected by void shields.

soon.

The screams and roars of the insect swarm quickly replaced the roar of artillery, hissing in the positions everywhere.

A large number of Tyranid creatures crawled out of the airborne fungus sacs that looked like disgusting meat bags, roaring and killing every living thing they could see, until the Tyranid warrior bugs organized them and launched a real attack on the human position!

At the same time, a rebellion broke out.

"Lord Andal!"

Andal heard the terrified and angry voice of Andrew, the commander of the 114th Regiment, "A rebellion broke out in the southern position at the same time! Those damn traitors and aliens attacked our defense line together!"

Andal didn't seem surprised, but showed a surprised expression:

"Only the south?"

Andrew was stunned by his question and said subconsciously, "For now, there is only the south..."

"Can you hold on in 5 standard Terra hours?" Andal asked.

Andrew raised his head, looked at the airborne fungus sacs that were still falling from orbit in the sky, and swallowed hard.

How many people are there in his 114th Regiment?

Fifty thousand people!

But now, he could see millions of airborne mushroom sacs alone!

Not to mention the 114th Regiment, even the ammunition of the entire fortress combined may not be as much as theirs!

"We can hold it!" Andrew gritted his teeth and said firmly, "Sir, no matter what you plan to do, we will do our best to buy time!"