Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

Chapter 30 is a taunt, he opened the taunt!

It took only five hours from the time the first Tyranid airborne fungus sac landed, the first Tyranid war beast rushed into the trench, to the complete fall of the entire position stretching for hundreds of kilometers.

Although there were still sporadic gunfire outside, indicating that there were still survivors holding their positions, it was ultimately useless. They were doomed to be abandoned from the beginning, and the Ultramar auxiliary army defending the fortress would not support them, and only death was waiting for them.

In fact.

Even the Ultramar auxiliary forces suffered heavy casualties at this time.

Faced with the Tyranid war beasts pouring in from all directions, Andrew, the commander of the 114th Regiment, originally pessimistically believed that if he only had the Ultramar auxiliary troops in his hands, facing aliens that outnumbered his own side by times, he pessimistically believed that he could only hold his position for one day at most.

But now, he found that he was a little too optimistic.

In the first two hours, those ferocious and weird-looking aliens would indiscriminately attack all enemies in front of them, no matter their number was thousands, hundreds, or even single digits. As long as they approached the city wall, these aliens would immediately launch an attack.

Under the perseverance of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army, the aliens' attacks were repelled countless times, leaving tens of thousands of corpses in vain.

This situation made Andrew more optimistic. He believed that if the aliens only had this level of intelligence, they would not be a threat even if there were more of them.

Their firepower is enough to support them for more than a week!

However, as the initial chaos ended, the aliens seemed to finally gain command - a group of monsters larger than themselves.

Under the command of these monsters, the aliens no longer blindly launch sporadic attacks, but will launch a fierce attack on the fortress only when their numbers gather to tens of thousands!

Gradually.

The firepower of the 114th Regiment began to be unable to cover every line of defense of the fortress, and the Ultramar Auxiliary Army began to suffer casualties, and the casualties were getting heavier and heavier.

If it weren't for the command of the Space Marines, the artillery fire from the rear would have focused on clearing out these larger aliens first. If it weren't for the Space Marines rushing out of the city walls several times to actively hunt them, their defense line might have even been breached long ago.

Until the fifth hour.

When the outer positions were completely captured, Andrew stood on the city wall and looked out. Every inch of land he could see had been occupied by aliens, and hundreds of millions of aliens were pouring towards them like a tide.

Although the artillery on the city wall had been firing non-stop, their firepower could not even cover every swarm of insects.

Although they broke the Zerg's attacks again and again, several positions were still breached and countless aliens poured in through the gaps. It was under the leadership of the Space Marines that they barely repelled the enemy's attack.

But it is impossible to consolidate the defense line.

They could only keep retreating, using space to buy time.

They retreated from the first line of defense to the second line of defense, and now to the third and final line of defense.

And in the sky, countless spores and airborne fungal sacs were still falling from the atmosphere continuously, and the sky turned into a thick winged vortex - those were also aliens, flying aliens, and their number was just as large as that of aliens that made him despair.

But luckily.

Although it was very difficult, they still managed to survive the five hours.

Andrew looked up at the sky. The planet's orbit was packed with alien lifeforms propelled by gas streams. Darts of cartilage and bone replaced torpedoes, and fast hunters powered by bioplasma replaced interceptors. Long, whale-like carriers sprayed thousands of spores and hunters from their sides, and it seemed as if a blizzard of life was falling on the tactical projector.

But among these alien warships, there were countless bright flashes of fire, which were the fleets engaged in a firefight.

Andrew knew that it was the evacuating Imperial fleet coming back to attack.

But he didn't understand why the small Imperial fleet was destined to be unable to fight against the huge number of aliens, otherwise there would be no need to retreat before.

"Andrew."

He heard heavy footsteps and someone calling his name.

"Lord Andal."

Even though he was desperate, Andrew still saluted respectfully.

"We are ready to retreat," said Andal.

Andrew raised his head and looked up at the Space Marine in front of him.

His breastplate was cut by an alien bone blade, and through the gap one could clearly see the bleeding wound inside, and even the heart beating strongly beneath the blurry flesh and blood.

Andrew's expression gradually became firm:

"Sir, the 114th Regiment will provide you with cover!"

The Empire needs to know what happened here and how dangerous these aliens are, so someone must get out alive and report it!

As the head of the group, Andrew knew very well that someone had to make sacrifices now.

The fleet in space had already evacuated, and communications had been completely cut off. The starport might not have completely fallen, but it probably wouldn't hold out for much longer.

Now they were surrounded by aliens, and it was impossible for all of them to escape alone. Someone had to sacrifice and stay behind to cover those who retreated.

Compared to the powerful and precious Space Marines, they are cheaper and obviously more suitable for sacrifice.

Andrew has no complaints about this.

Life is the Emperor's currency, and if he can use cheap copper to save the more precious gold, he considers it worth it!

"We only have two Thunderhawks."

Andal continued, "There are 10 empty seats up there."

Their purpose was not to defeat the Zerg or even to resist the Zerg, but to attract the firepower of the Tyranids and collect necessary combat data. Although five battle brothers died for this, these sacrifices were worth it because they successfully completed the mission.

They now need to return and pass the information back to Macragge, and a warship will pick them up in the planet's orbit.

Andrew understood what Andal meant, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:

"Lord Andal, someone needs to take command here."

"Sacrifice is honorable, but retreat does not mean cowardice. There are greater battles waiting for us on Macragge."

Andal's heart beat as steadily as his voice, "We won't wait for you."

Andrew fell silent, and Andal did not try to persuade him further, but turned and left.

Five minutes later, two Thunderhawks carrying the surviving Space Marines and 5 officers of the 114th Regiment flew high into the sky. At the same time, the fortress's anti-aircraft array poured fierce firepower on the aliens hovering in the air to escort the Thunderhawks that took off.

Under the cover of intensive anti-aircraft firepower, the two Thunderhawks successfully broke through the blockade of the gargoyle cluster covering the sky.

But this still does not mean that they can break out of the siege.

Because in space, in the orbit of Plantim's planet, there are tens of thousands of Zerg biological ships waiting for them, and the Tyranids' plasma cannons can easily tear their hulls into tiny dust floating in space.

Even if they were lucky enough not to attract the attention of the Tyranids, if the Imperial warships docked in orbit were destroyed by the Zerg fleet, they would still be killed without a burial place!

Chapter 31: Do you have the strength to fight me?

Plantium System, Stars.

Just as originally planned.

When the main force of the Hive Fleet arrived over Plantim, the Imperial fleet in space began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

Most ships will head directly to Mandeville Point, using the warp drives to escape from reality.

Although there is interference from the Warp Shadow, ships entering the Warp will not be able to accurately locate the Warp Channel. However, as long as they are out of the first few light years, the navigator will be able to restore the navigation ability and lead the fleet back to Macragge safely.

But in contrast, part of the fleet will remain in the Plantim system.

For example, Huron's flagship Seraph of Judgment, the Mars-class battlecruiser Divine Sovereign, and Noah's Starship.

The mission of the Judgment Seraph is to execute the extermination order on the planet, and the mission of the Divine Lord is to pick up Plantim's evacuation troops.

As for Noah, actually he had nothing to do with it.

His mission is simple.

If the Imperial fleet was destroyed by the attack of the Zerg Fleet, he would be responsible for launching cyclonic torpedoes directly on Plantim to destroy the planet.

On the other hand, if the Imperial Fleet successfully returns to Plantim, it means that Huron's plan is feasible. Noah does not have to execute the extermination order, he can lead the fleet to evacuate the current galaxy directly.

In other words, there is nothing for him to do here anymore.

He just needs to return to Macragge and guard Macragge honestly with the Ultramarines fleet.

The plan was perfect, but Noah didn't leave.

When the Stars sailed out from the back of Plantim's second satellite, one could clearly see through the observation window that the once emerald planet was now surrounded by densely packed bio-ships.

On the other side of the planet, the Divine Lord, the Seraph of Judgment and their escort formations were heading towards Plantim from different directions.

This is exactly what Huron arranged.

One of the missions of the Holy Lord is to pick up the Star Claws team evacuating from the ground, and another mission is to be used as bait by Huron to attract as much firepower as possible from the Zerg Fleet.

It would be best if the ground forces could evacuate successfully, but it doesn't matter if the Holy Lord's mission fails.

Anyway, as long as the Judgment Seraph can successfully enter the planet's orbit and launch whirlwind torpedoes under the firepower of the Zerg fleet, the mission will be considered a success.

In other words, the Holy Seal was actually a bait set by Huron!

Just as he had planned, when the Divine Lord was gradually heading towards Plantim, thousands of Zerg bio-ships cruising around the planet rushed over to meet it. They were like opening their bloody mouths to drag the Divine Lord into their stomachs and chew it up.

The torpedoes fired by the Imperial battleships blew the Tyranid bio-ship in the front into debris in the universe. The nova cannons on the bow and the light spears on the spine simultaneously poured out fierce firepower, destroying all enemies who dared to stand in their way.

Finally, when the Zerg fleet surrounded them, the Holy Lord directly crashed into the wreckage of the biological ship that was blown into pieces, because it had no way to avoid it!

The macro cannons on the side also opened fire, the shells exploded in the Zerg Hive Fleet, and countless biological ships exploded in flames and strong light.

But no matter how many Tyranid bio-ships they destroyed, more bio-ships would still come up, tightening the net tighter and tighter, as if to suffocate the human fleet in the net!

But the attraction of the Holy Lord did not play a big role, because there was another equally large Zerg fleet that was aggressively attacking the Judgment Seraph!

According to the Thinker's analysis, these two warships will be surrounded by the Zerg fleet before reaching Plantim's orbit!

"Their mission is impossible."

Nono commented indifferently:

"Before they reach the planet's orbit, their void shields will be overloaded by the Tyranids' firepower, and the battleships will be torn apart!"

"That's why we are here!"

Noah calmly gave the order, "Nono, full engine speed!"

As the Stars sailed towards Plantim, Tyron also discovered them.

The Tyranid bio-ships that originally surrounded the Holy Lord immediately separated a small part and began to sail towards the direction of the Stars, trying to intercept them before they reached the planet's orbit.

The Tyranid bio-ships in the planet's orbit also began to leave the planet's orbit, trying to fill the "gap" in space defense - even though this gap was still defended by hundreds of Tyranid bio-ships.

Although it was the Astralis that launched the raid, it was the Hive Fleet that launched the first attack.

There is no other reason. Although the Moon-class cruiser is an excellent battleship design with powerful side firepower, it seriously lacks top firepower, or has none at all.

Unlike the all-rounder Mars-class cruiser, the Moon-class cruiser was not designed to fight alone from the beginning.

Its standard tactic is to launch long-range torpedoes as it approaches the enemy, which creates havoc within the enemy formation and prevents the enemy from unleashing its terrible firepower on the Moon-class cruiser. When approaching within the range of the weapon, the Moon-class cruiser will turn its side towards the enemy warship and then pour its own firepower on the enemy with lances and macro cannons. They will circle at full speed while spewing the wrath of the Empire at the enemy.

Therefore, the Moon-class cruisers are usually formed into a formation of multiple warships and are accompanied by at least one escort formation.

When a Moon-class cruiser appears alone, it often means that it is likely to be destroyed by enemy fire at a long distance.

Now it is like this—

The Tyranid bio-ships responded with great enthusiasm to the Stars, which could only fire torpedoes to engage the enemy. A large number of bio-plasma cannons, acid bubbles, and bio-torpedoes formed a dense barrage and poured towards the Stars.

If nothing unexpected happens, if all of these hundreds of barrages hit the target, it would be enough to paralyze the void shield of the Stars in just a few rounds. This moon-class cruiser would become an exploding wreckage in the universe faster than the Divine Lord, presenting a ridiculous fireworks show to the Zerg Fleet that was eating.

however.

What this world lacks the least is surprises.

Facing the dense firepower of Tyranids, the Stars did not even make any evasive maneuvers.

If you want to know why, it’s because the shortest distance between two points is a straight line!

When the bioplasma cannon dragged a shining trail through space and hit the Stars, the first thing it touched was not the hull of the Stars, but the energy skin produced by the clusters of void shield generators spread across the surface of the Stars.

The gentle touch of the bioplasma cannon created a ripple on the void shield, which was transported into the warp.

Almost in the blink of an eye, hundreds of biological plasma cannons, acid bubbles, and biological torpedoes crashed into the Stars' void shield one after another. The firepower, which was enough to paralyze the void shield, created circles of rippling waves on its surface.

When the second round of hundreds of Zerg artillery fire arrived, the Stars was still sailing at full speed.

When the Tyranid swarm finally realized something was wrong, a large number of bio-ships quickly assembled and fired thousands of artillery fire at the Stars.