The night sky of Perdita was far inferior to Roselle.
Emrys looked up at the Star Realm, where astonishingly massive thunderstorms and gales raged. This terrifying and extremely harsh climate, on the contrary, became their best cover!
The extremely harsh climate here, even for the Imperium of Man's elites, the Astra Militarum, would make it very difficult to confront the universe's most greedy and ferocious Tyranid.
It's not that the Astra Militarum couldn't land and fight here, but rather that the extremely harsh climate would cause huge losses in logistical supplies and personnel combat effectiveness.
However, this did not include 'Silicon-based lifeforms'!
Their bodies are made of steel and machinery, completely unafraid of harsh climates!
It's estimated that even if the Hive Mind racked its brains, it wouldn't imagine that on this death world with an extremely harsh climate, constantly enveloped by giant storms, and barren of resources, hundreds of thousands of mechanical legions were lurking between the yellow sands and ravines, quietly awaiting their arrival!
With professional engineering Transformers on hand, despite the tight schedule, they still excavated a network of tunnels beneath the world's ravines!
Everything was ready, all that was needed was the east wind!
Just as the war preparations on Perdita were nearing completion, he finally awaited his target!
A colossal shadow, like the embodiment of endless hunger and greed, enveloped this Star Realm, undoubtedly. This must be the Hive Mind!
The Leviathan bio-fleet arrived at the target area!
"They're finally here. I've been waiting for so long—"
Emrys' eyes flashed, and a hint of fanaticism appeared on his face.
"Next, it's time to let you taste the 'gift' I've meticulously prepared for you!"
One by one, colossal steel cannons, as massive as mountains and incredibly exaggerated in size, seemed to awaken from dormancy, slowly and heavily raising their huge muzzles to aim at the thunderclouds in the firmament.
"Plasma Railgun, connect to the War Mainframe!"
"Charging—Charging—"
"Charging complete!"
"Star map data input, target area locked!"
"fire!"
The next moment, the earth shook!
Hundreds of Plasma Railguns, like undulating mountain ranges, stretched for tens of kilometers. The sheer amount of air evaporated by the high-temperature plasma almost turned the area into a vacuum!
Visible airwaves, like a surging tsunami, spread out with terrifying Impact, even shaking the ground for tens of kilometers, making it impossible to stand steadily!
Immediately after, Emrys witnessed a scene he would never forget: hundreds of dazzling lights,
like retrograde meteors, dragging rolling flames and wind, like hundreds of giant dragons, roaring and howling, breaking free from the shackles of gravity and the earth, wildly and wantonly rushing towards the thunderclouds that enveloped the firmament!
This scene was nothing short of spectacular!
Hundreds of Plasma Railguns forcefully tore through the thunderclouds in the firmament, carrying world-shaking power, and directly pierced through the dark clouds in the sky!
Perdita's sky had never been so clear!
Instead, hundreds of dazzling and brilliant lights, like flood dragons emerging from the sea, coiled in the sky!
The first wave of attack, catching them off guard!
Evidently, the Hive Mind of the Leviathan bio-fleet also did not expect that on such a resource-poor and utterly worthless world, such a human legion was lurking!
The massive bio-fleet had a complete and strict formation, with escort ships and cruisers on the periphery guarding the mothership deep inside!
However, precisely because of this, the massive fleet found it difficult to change direction. Moreover, their vanguard fleet had not reported any ambushes here, so they had no time to evade the orbital strike from Perdita.
In an instant, hundreds of dazzling, brilliant, and death-infused plasma beams struck the escort ships and cruisers surrounding the Hive Mothership!
Boom!!!
Although sound cannot travel in space, anyone could feel the earth-shattering explosion!
With just one round of firing, Emrys achieved astonishing results. At least sixty or so swarm escort ships and cruisers were annihilated by the Plasma Railguns!
One must know that even during the brutal struggle of the human legions at the Adamantium Ring and Citadel Ring defense lines in the Underworld Star System, their battle achievements were roughly similar to his. One can imagine—this wave,
how much damage Emrys' sneak attack inflicted on the Tyranids!
The Hive Mind of the Leviathan bio-fleet was also stunned for a few seconds by this ground orbital strike from Perdita.
What's happening?
Isn't this a death world? Moreover, the vanguard Hive fleet had scouted it and found no life or energy signatures here. So why was their fleet suddenly attacked?
But soon, the Hive Mind, recovering from the attack, grew furious. How dare mere humans ambush them?!
The Hive Mind immediately diverted the fleet's direction and deployed bio-spore pods to Perdita!
At that moment, the entire sky of Perdita was filled with dense, meteor shower-like clusters of bio-spore pods, obscuring the sky as they streaked across!
"Want to land?" Looking at the constantly falling Tyranid bio-spore pods in the firmament, Emrys sneered.
"Not even providing cover with your space fleet, you really don't consider me human, huh? In that case—then shoot them all down for me, don't let a single one escape!"
"Yes, Ancestor!"
The War Mainframe responded.
This mainframe was specifically developed by Sentinal Prime for large-scale warfare.
Rather than calling it an AI, it was more like another form of Transformers, sacrificing its body and transformation ability in exchange for more efficient computing power!
In contrast to the bio-spore pods falling from the sky with trailing flames, there were countless large-caliber anti-aircraft guns and dedicated automatic defense cannons for interception, almost uncountable, across the ground, canyons, mountains, and plains!
For a moment, bright and blazing fire, like a torrential metallic rain, was poured into the sky!
Deafening cannon roars, mixed with a dense golden torrent, collided with the falling bio-pods in the sky, erupting into brilliant fireworks!
Cannon fire and gunpowder smoke intertwined, with exploding fireworks dotting the overcast sky, as if playing an impassioned melody, officially drawing back the grand curtain for the Battle of Perdita!
Tyranid, even if they have 'brains', are pitifully simple when it comes to tactics, just like Britain's menu or the U.S.'s history.
Emrys sneered, he could guess the Tyranids's next move with his toes.
It would be nothing more than using cruisers for orbital strikes, then deploying bio-pods, and once ground forces were concentrated, starting a 'human wave tactic'.
"Playing the human wave tactic, are we?" Emrys' eyes were icy. When it came to tactics, he had never feared anyone!
This time, he would let the Tyranids see who the true war nation was, and what the heritage from the Eastern monster house was!
War isn't just about who has more people; many other factors influence the outcome!
"Lesson one!"
Looking at the sky, Emrys' lips curved slightly. He didn't believe he would lose.
Humans would fear, would be afraid.
But emotionless machines would not fear, nor would they be afraid. They were born warriors, they would not retreat, they would fight to the death!
Baal, a world with an equally harsh climate but a long history.
This was once the birthplace of the Angel, and also where the Angel was finally laid to rest.
Dante was in his room, dealing with battle reports that flew in like snowflakes from all directions.
He needed to control the direction of the entire battlefield with the most precise command and deployment, which required a Superman's brain!
Two major star systems, tens and hundreds of billions of people, countless resources and warriors—how to execute the next plan, whether logistics could keep up, whether there were gaps in defenses somewhere—these were all things he, as the supreme Commander, needed to consider!
He had to be meticulous, so Dante ordered the astropath to intercept information from various star sectors at all costs.
Dante had to process a vast amount of information every day, then summarize, organize, and issue commands.
Although Space Marine could fight for several days continuously, the heavy pressure of administrative work still made Dante feel a bit tired.
Finally, he signed the last document of the day and briefly closed his eyes.
He desperately needed rest; ever since the Tyranids invasion, he hadn't closed his eyes to rest for a single moment since returning to Baal.
The extremely fatigued mental state forced Dante to temporarily put down the still-piled-up official duties.
He had to rest for a while, otherwise, before the Tyranids even reached Baal, he himself would probably be worked to death!
The only ones who could assist Dante were a few servitors.
"Has there been any response to the distress signal sent to the Imperium?" Although Dante was dozing, his mind was still preoccupied with the war.
"No news, honored Lord of Baal."
The servitor said coldly.
After a brief silence, Dante's tone carried a hint of heaviness.
"Tell the astropath to add twenty more people every day!"
To break through the influence of the curse scar and send distress signals to the Imperium, they had to sacrifice several Astropaths every day!
One must know that every astropath was a treasure of the Imperium, an indispensable existence in universe communication and navigation.
However, even the most precious treasure was merely a 'consumable' on Baal now!
Every day, several Astropaths had to sacrifice their lives, burning their souls to send signals into the Warp, and now this number had been increased to twenty per day, which was Baal's limit!
But even with such great sacrifice, Dante had to do it.
Just then, a shadow suddenly burst into the room, startling Dante from his doze.
The newcomer was his good friend and the chief Librarian of the Blood Angels, Mephiston. He looked at the weary Dante and felt a pang of guilt.
"I apologize, I know I shouldn't disturb you, Chapter master, but—I must report this to you immediately."
"It's alright, my brother." Dante forced himself to rally his spirits. He knew that Mephiston wouldn't disturb him unless it was important.
"Speak, what bad news is it now? It couldn't be that the defense of the Underworld star system has completely collapsed, could it?"
In these past few days, almost all the news he received was bad. Either here was calling for aid, or there was being overrun. He had long grown accustomed to it, so he immediately thought of the worst-case scenario.
"Well, it's not entirely bad news."
Mephiston, uncharacteristically, showed a hint of embarrassment and cleared his throat twice under Dante's surprised gaze.
"It's like this, the young man you value so highly—is currently intercepting the Hive Fleet Norn-Queen at Perdita."
…",
Dante froze for a few seconds, seemingly still not reacting.
"What did you say? Emrys—where is he intercepting the Hive Fleet Norn-Queen?"
"Perdita, an Imperial death world, located next to the Aeros industrial world in the Underworld star system." Mephiston stated the specific location.
"This is the message from the Sanguinary Guard. Both sides are already engaged in combat, and the Leviathan bio-fleet's target has also been drawn to the Perdita death world by him."
"Is he mad?!"
Dante's pupils contracted, furious, he slammed his palm onto the solid wooden table, several inches thick, leaving a clear imprint: ("What are the Sanguinary Guard doing? How could they let him act so recklessly! That's the main Tyranid fleet, what makes him think he can stop it? Quick—get that brat back here!"
"It's too late—Chapter master."
Mephiston sighed, shaking his head.
"Moreover, he abandoned the Excalibur and went to Perdita alone; the Sanguinary Guard couldn't stop him."
"Nonsense! This is utter nonsense!!!"
Dante was almost driven mad with anger. He sent Emrys to the Underworld star system to transfer assets, not for the boy to intercept the swarm!
"Chapter master, you don't need to worry too much." Mephiston, fearing he might die suddenly, quickly reassured him.
"Although that boy is alone, according to the Sanguinary Guard's report, he somehow acquired a large number of weapons and, taking the Tyranids by surprise, destroyed dozens of bio-warships in the first wave!"
"What did you say?!"
This time, Dante was truly stunned.
Dozens of Tyranid bio-warships—they had thrown all their might into battle and hadn't achieved such a glorious result.
How on earth did this boy manage it?
"Chapter master, do you still want him to come back?" Mephiston said: ("I can send a psychic message and forcibly have the Sanguinary Guard bring him back."
Dante thought for a few seconds, then suddenly had a bold idea.
"No, tell him to hold on no matter what, and have the nearby Chapters support him!"
With that, he suddenly stood up and strode out the door. Mephiston looked on with some curiosity.
"Chapter master, where are you going?"
"The Sanguinary Cathedral!"
Dante's voice drifted back as he departed.
In the magnificent and ornate Sanguinary Cathedral, sacred relics left by the 'Pure Angel' were preserved. Dante knelt on one knee, performing a holy ritual, praying to the Angel Sanguinius, the gene-father before him, hoping this pure deity would bless his offspring.
Countless thralls softly chanted hymns in unison, and cherubs sprinkled petals.
In fact, this was not a futile effort, nor was it placing hope in vague 'blessings.'
Dante had always disdained superficial formalities. Although he deeply respected the 'gene-father' in his heart, his visit to the sacred Sanguinary Cathedral this time was for another matter: to awaken the slumbering Chapter brothers.
Deep within the Sanguinary Cathedral, in the most secret part of the Chapter Monastery, lay several slumbering 'millennia-old veterans'!
They had once fought alongside the gene-father, battled at the Isstvan Drop Site, stood hand-in-hand with their Imperial Fists brothers before the high walls of Terra's Imperial Palace, and had even set foot on unknown battlefields!
One could say that they were the Blood Angels Chapter's most precious 'resource'!
Every 'millennia-old veteran' had a history and glory sufficient to be inscribed in the Chapter's long scriptures, for future generations to admire.
They were 'living fossils' and, in the eyes of their enemies, the most ferocious and brutal warriors.
Dante's purpose in coming here was to awaken these millennia-old veterans, slumbering deep within the monastery, in the name of Sanguinius!
However, Dante wanted to awaken the 'Millennia-Old Veterans' slumbering deep within the monastery, and a single command was clearly not enough to convince everyone.
Although he was the Dante, the Lord of Angels, holy Baal was by no means his personal domain.
Upon learning that Dante intended to awaken those slumbering 'Millennia-Old Veterans,' the Chapter's most precious and ancient Heroes, Ed, the Tech-Sergeant, immediately raised an objection.
"Louis Dante, Dante, the Lord of Angels, Lord of Baal, I must warn you!" Ed's expression was extremely solemn, his voice tinged with confusion and doubt.
"You bear the important responsibility of saving Baal.
You must not let personal feelings influence the overall situation!"
Calling the Chapter master by his first name was already a very serious inquiry, showing just how much this Tech-Sergeant resisted the order.
Similarly, Chief Librarian Mephiston and High Priest of Blood Hector also expressed strong doubts about the Dante, the Lord of Angels's sudden decision.
As the supreme Commander, Dante absolutely could not let personal desires override the entire situation; he had to maintain a calm mind at all times.
But now, after hearing that Emrys alone had severely damaged dozens of Tyranids warships, Dante, too, seemed to have gone mad, wanting to awaken those slumbering Millennia-Old Veterans. What was he trying to do?
Not only did they not understand, but surely, once this order spread, brothers from other Chapters would also raise objections!
"I understand your concerns, brothers."
Dante's eyes darkened slightly, meeting their gazes without evasion, and he said, word for word.
"I assure you, I have no personal motives; awakening the Chapter's ancient Heroes is not to save him."
"I need a reason, Dante, the Lord of Angels."
Chief Tech-Sergeant Ed stared intently at Dante, his face expressionless.
"You should be very aware that those slumbering Millennia-Old Veterans are our last resort. Many of them are already deeply affected by 'Thirst' and 'black Rage,' and even if awakened, they will only have one chance. We absolutely cannot waste this precious opportunity on a meaningless human!"
This was the real reason for their refusal!
The Heroes slumbering in the ancient Dreadnoughts... no, to be precise, only a very small number of them could still barely retain their sanity.
The majority of the rest, due to the wear and tear of long years and the influence of the Thirst and black Rage, had their souls and reason gradually eroded away.
Once awakened, they would completely fall into 'delusions,' believing themselves to be Primarchs fighting Horus, consumed by an endless craving for blood and black rage, transforming into pure killing beasts!
And this was also the reason why Chief Tech-Sergeant Ed consistently disagreed with awakening them at this time.
Those ancient Dreadnoughts, deep in black Rage and Thirst, were their last resort. Once the Tyranids landed on Baal, they would become the sharpest blade to protect Baal and guard the resting place of the Angels!
How could such a precious 'asset' be wasted on a mere human?
So what if he was the heir to a Merchant Dynasty?
The Blood Angels were a First Founding Legion, a Legion that had once saved the Emperor and the Imperium. Their honorable history was enough to fill an entire archive!
"Ed, my brother—" Dante also had a headache; he didn't know how to explain.
"This is our chance, the only chance to stop the Tyranids outside of Baal, or even to destroy them!"
A single move affecting the whole situation—that was the perfect description of this moment!
Although Emrys had not warned anyone beforehand, his proactive campaign on Perdita allowed Dante, as the supreme Commander, to glimpse a ray of hope amidst the dense Tyranid storm of despair! He perceived a glimmer of hope!
The Perdita campaign was an opportunity!
Although this glimmer of hope was still very faint, it was their only remaining hope.
"Dante, the Lord of Angels, you should know that this reason alone is not enough for me to obey the order and awaken the slumbering ancient Dreadnoughts for you!" Ed's tone was very firm; it seemed he would not give up until he received a precise, convincing answer.
"Dante, we need to understand why you made such a counter-intuitive decision." The Chief Librarian's expression was very serious, and a flicker of vigilance was in the depths of his eyes.
"Placing a human's life above Baal—this is not a decision you would normally make!"
If he hadn't been certain that the Chapter master before him showed no signs of corruption, he might have even suspected that the human named Emrys had somehow drugged Dante!
Facing the persistent questioning of the three, the Dante, the Lord of Angels fell silent, seemingly speechless.
"What secret are you hiding?"
Chief Librarian Mephiston had an excellent relationship with Dante; they had been brothers who had faced life and death together for many years. He knew very well that Dante would never make such a move without a special reason.
This meant that there must be an even more important reason that truly compelled Dante to make this decision!
"This is indeed an opportunity." After a long silence, Dante slowly said.
"And I do have a very important reason—that human is very important."
"You... received a revelation?"
Mephiston, of course, knew of the existence of the War Apostles; he was even one of the verifiers. At this moment, he naturally suspected that Dante had received a revelation from a War Apostle.
The more secrets he knew, the more painful it was.
How he wished he didn't have to bear so many secrets, and the 'Emrys' secret was the most crucial among them, and the most important link for the future of the Imperium!
That day, he finally understood.
Why the Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, valued Emrys so much, and why a War Angel was by his side!
Sorry—Dante silently apologized to his three brothers in his heart; he couldn't speak this secret, because once it was revealed, all of Baal would face utter destruction!
Gazing at the silent Dante, Mephiston sighed deeply, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. He had already guessed the bitterness of Dante's secret-keeping.
Finally, the Chief Librarian slowly spoke.
"I agree with Chapter master Louis Dante's decision to awaken the slumbering ancient Dreadnoughts and reinforce—Perdita, to fight the Tyranids to the death!"
"Mephiston, you—"
Tech-Sergeant Ed's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the Chief Librarian, who had suddenly changed his attitude.
"I also agree."
The High Priest of Blood, who had remained silent all this time, also slowly spoke.
"As Chapter master, you bear secrets we cannot understand—but I trust you will never betray the bloodline of Sanguinius!"
Two of the three had already agreed.
Ed, who was still holding out, also had to sigh helplessly.
"Alright, since you all agree, I have no choice but to accept—I just hope this won't be the destruction of Baal."
"Thank you for your trust—"
Dante was deeply moved by the trust of the three. He lowered his eyelids slightly and softly said.
"In the name of Sanguinius, I—will not fail the Angel's blood!"
Soon, with the agreement of the three, the Lord of Baal awakened the ancient Dreadnoughts slumbering deep within the Chapter monastery, who still retained their sanity!
But this amount of power was still a drop in the ocean compared to the massive Tyranid fleet; they had to concentrate all available forces!
Dante had a headache, wondering where to call in a Chapter to assist with his plan.
"Don't forget, we still have a force—" Mephiston paused for half a second, then slowly said, under the surprised gazes of Dante, the High Priest of Blood, and Tech-Sergeant Ed.
"Many Blood Angels, deeply cursed by 'Thirst' and 'black Rage,' are still imprisoned in the dungeons. Perhaps they can become a force!"
"...This is too dangerous, Mephiston!"
The High Priest of Blood immediately objected.
The Blood Angels were all warriors deeply lost in delusions. Once released, they would be a double-edged sword, and things might even get worse!
"No, Mephiston is absolutely right!"
Dante's eyes gleamed with cold light, and he said with powerful conviction.
"We must seize this opportunity.
Since we've decided to go all out, there's no reason not to release them!"
The High Priest of Blood opened his mouth, but thinking of Dante's plan, he sighed deeply, his voice complex.
"Alright, I will try my best to help them retain some sanity. May Sanguinius bless Baal, and bless the Blood Angels."
The battleship 'Blade of Vengeance,' carrying the Blood Angels Chapter, the Lord of Baal, the Chief Librarian, the Chief Tech-Sergeant, the High Priest of Blood, and several still-slumbering Dreadnoughts that had yet to be awakened, set off for the battlefield!
In this battle, the Blood Angels went all out!
Emrys, completely unaware that his actions had caused the Blood Angels to mobilize en masse, was currently engaged in fierce combat with the Tyranids on Perdita!
For an entire day, the anti-aircraft guns never stopped!
Hundreds of cubic tons of shells were fired, relentlessly striking the Tyranids Hive Ship, preventing even a single bio-spore pod from successfully landing on the ground.
As of now, humanity held the advantage!
But Emrys knew very well that this advantageous situation was the result of three Worlds' industrial systems, giving their full support, regardless of the cost!
"They're really patient." Emrys was a little depressed; he had been fully geared up, ready to fight the Tyranids for three hundred rounds, but they completely ignored him!
To say they ignored him didn't seem quite right.
But he knew very well that the Tyranids's Leviathan bio-fleet had never been serious from beginning to end.
It wasn't that the Tyranids truly had no way to deal with this world; it was mainly because the Tyranids hadn't focused on this barren, dead world with no plundering value. Their main attack target was still the Aeros Industrial world!
Blocking humanity from obtaining "Gigantism" seemed to be the highest priority for the Hive Mind in the current situation.
"Alright, alright, ignoring me, are we?" Looking at the Tyranid fleet still in orbit, Emrys' face showed a hint of coldness.
"Fine then, don't blame me. I originally intended to save this for later, but since you won't give me face, then let you taste—the flavor of Dark Age human technology!"
To cope with this war, he had specifically brought over the 'Void Claw,' preparing a 'surprise' for the Tyranid fleet!
He just didn't expect it to make an appearance so soon!
The next moment, Emrys placed the 'Void Claw,' which had been miniaturized using micro-space compression technology, from his private space to the outside.
"A.I., connect to the Void Claw."
With a command, the war A.I. took over the 'Void Claw's' control program and locked onto the Tyranids bio-fleet located in orbit.
"Countdown 3, 2, 1—launch!"
A very inconspicuous, almost transparent beam of light, cut through Perdita's night sky.
In an instant, the Hive Mind suddenly detected danger and issued an emergency evasion command to the fleet, but—it was already too late!
A miniature singularity exploded in front of the Tyranids bio-fleet, releasing terrifying gravitational ripples,
capturing dozens of Tyranid warships!
The powerful gravity warped space, like a giant, deep, dark abyss, devouring the surrounding Tyranid fleet!
In just a few short seconds, the massive Tyranid fleet once again lost dozens of warships!
Coupled with the previous sneak attack, the Tyranids's losses this time were so severe that even the Hive Mind felt a pang of pain!
What kind of weapon was that?!
In addition to its shock, the Hive Mind also became extremely wary of the mysterious weapon on that dead world, capable of creating a black hole!
That weapon must be destroyed!
Otherwise, if the opponent aimed at the Hive Ship next time, the Tyranid fleet would lose!
After analyzing the pros and cons, the Hive Mind for the first time seriously considered this dead world. It ordered a large number of fleets to begin pouring firepower onto the ground!
Under the absolute firepower suppression in orbit, even with ground-based orbital defense cannons, the Tyranid fleet quickly breached the space defenses.
Dense bio-spore pods, like a meteor shower, descended upon Perdita!
the Tyranids had landed!
However, this was precisely within Emrys' expectations. Looking at the Tyranids that had landed in large numbers, a happy smile appeared on his face.
"I finally waited for you all. Next—it's time for the second phase of the plan!"
On the other side, from the bio-spore pods that landed on Perdita, a large number of Tyranid poured out, including Warrior Tyranid, Tyrants, and more, like an endless ocean, roaring as they charged towards the enemy.
"Let them fight!"
Emrys hid in a safe location, looking at the areas on the map constantly being stained red by the Tyranids, his smile growing even brighter.
The war had only just begun!
Over the next day, the Tyranids fully experienced what it meant to be despicable and shameless!
Despite the three Worlds' industrial power and the Tyranids's orbital advantage, the entire Perdita was riddled with valleys and fissures, and even in the plains and mountainous areas, a network of interconnected tunnels had been dug!
The Tyranids Hive Mind was practically spitting blood!
It had never seen such a disgusting tactic, not for winning, but purely for 'disgusting'!
Mechanical warriors were everywhere, three in a group, three groups in a squad, three squads in a platoon, three platoons in a company, all scattered and ambushed in the tunnels. When they saw passing Tyranid, they would pop up, fire a shot, and then run, never lingering!
Most importantly, its imagined strategy of fighting to sustain the fight was thwarted from the very beginning!
The enemies were not biological creatures at all, but mechanical warriors made of steel. This stuff, let alone supplementing biomass, would even get stuck in their teeth if eaten!
Oh no—
the Tyranids Hive Mind suddenly had an ominous premonition; they seemed to have been dragged into a muddy swamp!
Perdita was like a nail!
It was firmly embedded in the route to Aeros, causing the Hive Mind to be in a dilemma now. Without pulling out the nail that was Perdita, it would never be able to fully attack Aeros!
But turning to pull out the nail that was Perdita would delay them, giving humanity time to transfer '
elements'!
The reason why the Tyranids found themselves in such a predicament was also inextricably linked to their unconventional behavior this time.
In the past, Tyranid fleets, after passing through a world, would devour all the biomass on it as supplies, and then advance.
But this time, heaven knows what was on Baal that attracted the Tyranids Leviathan fleet, causing them to completely deviate from their habits, not fully devouring the biomass along the way, but instead forcefully breaking through layer after layer of blockade.
Emrys had precisely targeted this point, knowing that the Tyranids Leviathan fleet was different from before, seizing the opportunity while they had not fully replenished their biomass, and turned Perdita into an irritating 'nail'!
Want to leave? You can!
But don't even think about leaving Perdita without exhausting your stored biomass!
Now, Perdita was like a rock in an outhouse to the Tyranid fleet—both stinky and hard!
If they didn't fight, their rear would always be harassed. But if they did fight, they wouldn't gain biomass, no matter what they did. "Hmph, haven't seen this before, have you?" Emrys looked at the dense positions, sneering.
"This wave is an ancient tactic from the twentieth century, hundreds of thousands of small positions, like scattering a handful of nails.
Even if you pull them out one by one, I'll make you take a month!"
Remember the sixteen-character mantra!
When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy camps, we harass; when the enemy is tired, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue!
It's just about delaying, who can't do that!
Your Tyranid numbers are limited, my mechanical warriors are endless. It's time for the Tyranids to experience the taste of being crushed by 'human wave tactics'!