Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

The Tyranids wander in the cold void between galaxies, hungrily looking for planets with life one after another - this definition can be enlarged to include organic matter, organisms, water, soil...

Just to satisfy their ancient hunger that seems insatiable.

The terrifying and hungry Hive Mind doesn't care what the food calls itself, it just marks the galaxy's astonishing biological richness in its own unique way.

Each gluttonous feast makes the hive mind stronger, and it takes the genetic essence and genetic information of living creatures for itself.

It becomes more cunning, constantly improving the defense systems it already has and devising new strategies, while creating new terrifying war beasts to deal with the fierce resistance of various foods in the galaxy.

The only way to eliminate these terrifying aliens is with fierce swords and roaring guns. The Tyranids are the absolute masters at the biological level.

Even if a deadly toxin is developed that can effectively kill the insect swarm, the next batch of insect swarms released by the Hive Will will quickly develop corresponding immunity——

It is said that even the terrifying virus of the plague god Nurgle cannot keep up with the genetic evolution of the Great Devourer.

But the Hive Fleet did not advance without any hindrance. No matter when and where, there were warriors, men and women who persisted in resisting them.

No matter how small the hope is, there will always be someone who will stand up without hesitation and end up with death as a reward.

When the Lamenter fleet arrived in the Devlan system, the Navigators and Astropaths screamed in pain.

The psychic shadow of the Hive Mind has enveloped this galaxy, and what is heard in the subspace is the endless hungry howl of the Hive Mind.

The third dark eye on the navigator's forehead even flowed black blood. He was almost severely injured, and they had to stop contact with the subspace.

Instead, use electromagnetic wave communication to contact the Planetary Defense Department on the hive world of Devlan.

Katos stood on the edge of the command throne, staring intently at the Dawn Reaper's huge observation window.

In the dazzling light of stars in the distance, one can see groups of dark shadows densely circling like festering wounds.

The Great Devourer's fleet had arrived here before them.

"Gather all the weapons on the ship."

Katos said.

A holographically projected strategic display, a series of dim images with several symbols, marking the galaxy and the ugly parasites that want to devour it.

On the Hive Planet of Devlan and its moons, numerous bright lights surrounding them can be clearly distinguished on the Dawn Reaper's augur.

"Sir, the gravitational disturbance is still continuing."

"In addition to the tens of thousands of signals from Devlan 2 and 3, the Great Devourer's fleet is still coming here in a steady stream."

Observing the servants gave disturbing data.

"The Planetary Defense Department of the hive planet sent back news that hive world No. 1 is evacuating, and hive world No. 2 is resisting the attack of the Great Devourer."

"Satellite 3 has lost its low-Earth orbit and air control, and the Planetary Defense Department is unable to rescue it."

The communication servant also quickly reported the information sent back from the world of Devlan.

"Then we need to assist in the evacuation and rescue of the people on World 2 and Satellite 3, and at the same time buy World 1 time to evacuate."

Katos made his decision quickly and asked the chapter leader to lead a team to rescue the people on Satellite 3 - even if there were only a hundred people left.

Chapter Master Malakin agreed, knowing the character of the youngest champion in the chapter's history.

Like the brother whose name and glory he inherited, Katos will fight to the death to save and protect the citizens of the Empire who are harmed by his enemies.

The future of the Lamenters Chapter needs to be guarded by such people.

Led by the Dawn Reaper, the Forward-class strike cruisers (cruisers specializing in long-range shooting), the Tears of Wrath, Wings of Vengeance, and the Blessed were six different types of frigates separated from the main fleet of the Lamenter and sailed. Toward the Devlan-3 satellite.

As the fleet accelerated towards the target, the huge holographic sphere in the Strategy Hall was blurred by a maddening number of biological ships.

There is a huge black biological ship hovering in the orbit of the satellite. It has even dropped a thick and ferocious feeding tube to the surface of the satellite. An astonishing number of biological ships protect it to prevent its feeding from being disturbed.

This separate Hive Fleet was labeled Tendrils Alpha-03.

"Scan the surface of the satellite to determine if there is still any living force."

Katos said.

"Beta-7687, Kappa-4820, there are still viable forces in the industrial city area."

The scan results are magnified and displayed through the holographic sphere, and a flickering blazing red light can be vaguely seen - that is the light of the laser gun of the mortal soldier.

"Everyone assembles and prepares to fight."

Katos immediately gave the order.

Some Tyranid biological ships have noticed such an uninvited guest that seems to intend to disturb them. They turned around in space and showed their ferocious mouths to the Wailers.

"Target marked locked."

Said the Dawn Reaper's weapons operations supervisor.

The remaining warships also arranged their formations according to the best positions, and their weapon systems locked onto the incoming insect tide fleet.

"Fire."

Katos said.

The three strike cruisers launched a ferocious fire strike with ferocious multi-barreled laser cannons and heavy torpedoes on the sides. The frigates were supplemented by light cannons and highly lethal melta torpedoes.

Thirteen minutes later, the Tyranids' battleship cluster lit up with dazzling fire. The Lamenters' attack was remarkably effective. Broken gray-black carapace fragments and huge chunks of flesh sputtered everywhere, and frozen body fluids floated on the corpse of the biological spacecraft. among the clouds.

Their biological ships are not as good as the Empire's warships, and they do not have shield protection, but their number is much greater. For every one destroyed, seven or eight ships come out to take its place.

They were successfully attracted to the Lamenters, and a considerable part of the biological battleship group left the mothership and flew towards the small fleet of Lamenters at high speed.

After the second round of firing, the Tears of Anger turned the front of the ship and fired a dazzling supernova cannon.

The Dawn Reaper took the opportunity to break away from the team with four frigates, and ran towards the third satellite at the fastest speed in the other direction.

Their fleet is not powerful enough, and a head-on fight with the Great Devourer will be a waste of time.

Katos can only use guerrilla methods to separate part of Tendrils Alpha-03's power.

But even so, there are still a considerable number of Tyranid biological ships in satellite orbit.

They are far inferior to the majesty and power of the Imperial warships, and they are so ugly that they can almost scare mortals with weak faith crazy.

Some are like slugs, some are like void whales, angler fish, some are like weird conches... Some have huge blades or armored beaks on the front.

Some have fins, some have tails, and some have shrunken hands and feet.

Every possible combination of life was there, but all had been fused, changed, and succumbed to the Hive Mind, and there was a terrifying consistency in their diversity.

Tentacled ships predominate, but others use ramming horns as prows or carry oversized biological weapons controlled by executioners or she-worms hidden in huge, never-closing throats.

Bells and alarms kept ringing, beeping and shouting, living torpedoes and biological spores continued to penetrate the ship's void shield protection, evil aliens were hatched, and the team of attackers who stayed on the battleship with armed servants Clean up quickly.

The Dawn Reaper shook violently, and shrill sirens filled the ears.

But as the door of the airdrop cabin closed tightly, the noise suddenly ended.

"Brothers, we are approaching the surface of the satellite and will start airborne in about four minutes."

In the helmet, Katos said from the communication system, "To protect the people we cherish, we will win!"

"Must win!"

Thirty-five Astartes brothers followed the Champion Champions in response.

Katos and the fifteen brothers in the drop pod have all been attached to the mechanical arm for airborne landing, and the Dawn Reaper will do its best to drop them and their armed servants to the surface of Satellite 3.

The airborne compartment was plunged into darkness, with only the working machinery and the tearful red hearts on the shoulder pads of the Lamenters warriors still glowing faintly.

The Thinker system mounted on the warriors' armor began to receive various data. The pulse laser shone at the edge of their lenses, projecting a virtual world panel display directly to the retina.

The lines of the airborne compass flashed, and the two circles contained within the crosshairs were divided in perfect measure.

"Airborne coordinates confirmation."

Using neural links, warriors add airborne coordinates to the grid.

"Airborne landing begins in one minute, final weapons and armor inspection."

Katos said.

The machine soul inside this set of MK7 Seiko power armor performed a series of automatic corrections, and the interior began to pressurize the air in preparation for airborne landing.

Katos checked his weapons for the last time. The finely crafted chainsword and bolter were magnetically attached to both sides of his waist, equipped with deadly hellfire explosive rounds;

In his hand, he held a primordial-looking but actually exquisitely forged master-level power spear, the holy relic of the Lamenters Chapter—the price of victory.

Fighting with this weapon is a supreme honor for a Lamenter warrior.

He had heard tales of this weapon circulating within the Chapter, but now all he could think of was the innocent people struggling at the mouths of the hateful Tyranids.

The Dawn Reaper and the four accompanying frigates were engaged in a dangerous tug-of-war with the Tyranid biological ships. These seemingly slow-flying ships would suddenly burst out at an astonishing speed after approaching, using their tentacles to Roll up the ship, break it, and send it into the bloody mouth.

At the cost of a frigate, the Dawn Reaper finally approached the orbit of satellite three.

"Ten seconds countdown."

"Nine seconds."

…

The machine began to count down, and the drop pod was shaking violently.

Katos and his brothers closed their eyes and prayed to the Emperor and the Gene-Father.

"Four seconds, mark."

"Three, two, one, airborne. Units 261-A and 261-B are detached."

Two dark yellow drop pods began to fall towards the surface of the satellite, and at the same time there were five Land Raider tanks - although the models were old, the Weepers were still happy to accept the sage of the Mechanicus. of bonus.

In addition, several various flying vehicles flew down to the satellite carrying armed servants. They did not have the physical body and power armor as powerful as the Astartes. Airborne landings would only cause them to fall to the ground. Turned into a puddle of meat.

After the release, the Dawn Reaper quickly sailed away, followed by an astonishing number of Tyranid biological ships.

They will come back only after the Katos Champion confirms that they can come to the rescue.

There is a battle going on on the ground.

The Devlan III satellite is an industrial world used to produce various materials needed by the empire and has a certain amount of armed defense forces.

But from a high altitude, the surface of the planet is already a purple-black ocean, and countless Tyranid bugs are besieging the only remaining human city like a tide.

It's like a lonely boat that can be swallowed up at any time in the stormy waves.

A huge number of sword bugs used as cannon fodder to constantly try to level the defense line of the human defenders. Tyranid warriors of various forms followed the steps of the sword bugs and also wanted to rush into the defense line and slaughter all the humans.

It seems that because the defense power on this satellite makes the Hive Mind think that it is not enough to expend too much power to deal with it, there are not many large and highly threatening Tyranids.

The drop pod fell with a thunderous sound, trailing a long tail of bright flames like a meteorite.

"boom!"

Two bright yellow airborne pods landed slightly in front of the human defense line. The violent shock wave when they landed made the ground tremble, and for a time they actually covered up the rush of insects.

"boom!"

The door of the drop pod with a tearful red heart on it fell, and Katos and his brothers filed out of the pod. He and his champion guards plunged into the insect tide like a sharp knife.

In just a few seconds, Katos had already rushed to one of the Tyranid warriors and waved the power spear in his hand.

This is the fastest and most efficient way to deal with Tyranid forces. If you kill an insect swarm node creature, the remaining insects will lose control of the leader and scatter.

The Tyranids are the most adaptable organisms of the Tyranids and are unstoppable killing machines.

Its shining black eyes stared at the "canned food" rushing towards it, waving its four flexible limbs to fight with its sharp bone sword and claws.

The price of victory activated the disintegration force field, and a vague blue energy field surrounded the spear. After a brief confrontation, it ended with the Tyranid warrior's ugly and ferocious head being pierced.

The knife bugs that densely besieged them quickly lost control and dispersed in a rush.

Katos turned around and locked onto the next swarm node creature.

The other two Destroyer teams used heavy weapons such as storm bolters, frag missile launchers, and frag grenades to cleanse the invading insect tide with astonishing killing efficiency and stabilize the defense line.

"It's an angel!"

"The great God-Emperor has sent His angels to save us!"

"We are saved!"

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Behind the scenes, the Planetary Defense Forces and militiamen cheered excitedly.