[A few months later]
"Kriptman! Do you know what you're doing?!"
The door to the conference room was kicked open, boots stomped heavily on the ground, red robes fluttered, and a man who looked like an inquisitor rushed in aggressively.
He looked across the long table, across the planetary governors, inquisitors, commanders, caravan representatives, forge world representatives, and chapter masters sitting at the long table, and looked at the man who was sitting quietly at the end of the long table.
The man with round glasses spread his hands helplessly. The Death Watch beside him, a black and white helmeted alien-killing enthusiast, turned his head to look at the intruder.
"The unbreakable line of defense has been forged. My plan is one of the few that is feasible."
"It works?! The Gedisco District has already fallen! And for your failed plan! You have issued extermination orders to at least dozens of worlds!!!"
"You still hope to rely on the Orks to hold back the Leviathan Tyranids - ridiculous! Ridiculous! You have now created two monsters!"
The intruder cursed loudly, and countless dissatisfied eyes were cast towards Kriptman among the people sitting at the long table.
Kriptman sighed and slowly stood up.
"Please give me a chance to state the reality, sir."
The intruder wanted to curse, but fearing the aggressive gaze of the Death Watch, he kept silent.
The illusory blue light shone from the projector on the long table, and the dots of light outlined the appearance of this star field, the Octares star region.
It can be seen that the world in the belly of the star sector has completely lost contact, and the green and red colors representing the Orks and the Tyranids are flashing - the Empire is not even clear about the battle situation inside the star sector.
On the outer side of the star region, the bluish white dots were extinguishing one after another and being swallowed by the red.
During the battle between the Orks and the Tyranids, the Tyranid army gradually moved to the outer line of the star zone and attacked the Orks and the Human Empire from both sides.
On the map, there is a line of defense that connects many galaxies with fluorescence, but now, two parts of this long blue defense line have fallen into red.
Countless imperial troops are moving towards the fallen star zone. They need to plug the gap. Leviathan is breaking through the gap and extending its evil tentacles towards the human empire.
"Sir," Kriptman said, "without an unbroken line of defense - do you think the Imperium of Man can defeat the Tyranids?"
Kriptman sighed and paced slowly.
"I have personally witnessed countless battles with the Tyranids. I know that the Imperium cannot contend with this force. A Tyranid tentacle can even penetrate deep into the 500th world of Ultramar, and when the Ultramarines and most of their parent chapters are assembled, it can inflict heavy damage on Macragge."
"And now," Kriptman waved his hand downward, and dots of numbers and some tiny emblems popped up on the map.
Thousands of Imperial Guard regiments, four Space Marine Chapters, a total of about a thousand Space Marines, the Sorority, four Imperial Knight Houses, Adeptus Mechanicus reinforcements (mainly Reza), two Imperial Navy battleships, 50 cruisers, and their accompanying frigates and transports.
This is almost all the troops that the Octares sector can mobilize.
"Since we can only mobilize the following troops, the only solution is not to break the defense line."
"What?" The intruder sneered. "Your defense line has been broken! Two gaps! The follow-up Leviathan army will come soon!"
"Then use the extermination order," Kriptman said. "The extermination order will block part of the road, and then we will move our troops there. We must not let them break through."
"Pay the price and hold the line."
Kriptman said, his eyes flashing coldly behind his cloudy glasses.
His opponents laughed almost desperately.
"All the worlds inside have been abandoned. Executioner, you are not the one who handles communications and transportation. Have you heard the last screams of those human planets before they fell?"
The man covered his mouth, lowered his head in frustration, and put one hand on the table.
"Kriptman, you should be stripped of your title of Inquisitor."
"Yes, I am," Kriptman replied lightheartedly, "but the people from Terra who were supposed to arrest me haven't arrived yet, so I'm still the Inquisitor."
"Fuck it," the opponent cursed in a low voice, "What kind of trouble is going on over there in Terra again?"
"They're very inefficient, and I think you and I both know that," Kriptman said.
"I could have stopped you." The man looked up at Kriptman, "Stop you from building this damned defense line. At least before that, the Empire can still fight Leviathan."
"You are a little confused," Kriptman nodded.
"Even on their own Legion's home planet, the Ultramarines almost lost. Do you think there is any force in the Empire that can resist the Leviathan?"
The man panted, hot air coming out of his mouth. He hesitated for a moment and uttered a word.
"Death Guard."
"Death Guard?" Kriptman almost smiled, and opened his arms. "Who among us has the authority to mobilize this legion - or has a favor with them?"
The Death Guard of the Storm Sector are known for their stubbornness and inhumanity. Perhaps before Kriptman, it was the Death Guard who were famous for the Extermination Order.
They rarely leave the Storm Segmentum, and after the era of Buzz's regency, it has become more difficult for the Empire to mobilize the Death Guard.
For the Inquisitors, Death Guard means extreme difficulty, mission failure, unexplained disappearance, and death.
"Perhaps you are just thinking about finding an army large enough to fight Leviathan, without considering the reality at all."
Kriptman said, "The reality is that the High Lords of Terra don't care about this region at all. Unless the Tyranids land on their table, they won't pay much attention to it."
"The good news is that Terra is indeed providing us with reinforcements—but that's all."
The naysayer took a deep breath. "Do you think your plan is realistic, Kriptman?"
He raised his head and looked calmly at Kriptman.
"You are only moving towards despair step by step. We could have paid a painful price and then destroyed this tentacle, but now - if your defense line collapses, then we will fail completely. There will be no respite after a painful victory, because we, the Empire, cannot win at all."
"You never thought about what would happen if the Orcs and the Tyranids attacked the Empire together. You also never thought that one of them would become stronger and then counterattack the Empire."
The opponent stretched out his hand, and the projected map shattered. A sharp tentacle stepped on the long table. He heard people gasping for air.
The Leviathan Zerg variant was standing on the long table with its fangs bared.
"They've gotten stronger!"
The man roared,
"Even if the Death Guard comes, they can't solve the problem now - have you seen those hive shadows that have absorbed the Ork biomass and almost covered several galaxies?!"
"This is no longer a tragic sacrifice, a problem that can be solved by a few extermination orders! This is a continuous battlefield. Conservatively estimated, we will need at least tens of thousands of troops, two legions, countless knights, Titans - and fleets! Battleships!"
Kriptman clenched his hands behind his back, then slowly loosened them and clenched them again until his knuckles turned white.
"Your understanding of alien races is too superficial," Kriptman said. "I have conducted countless experiments on the Orks. The Orks can hold back the Leviathan. Haven't you noticed that the Leviathan's outward offensive has become weaker recently?"
In the heart of the Octares sector, which is out of sight of the human empire, the battle between the Tyranids and the Orks seems to be getting fierce again, and the Tyranids who were originally on the offensive line are beginning to retreat.
"They are supporting the abdominal battlefield."
"And then raise a powerful orc force?!"
"We will show up when both sides are losing," Kriptman said. "Which side wins in the end will be the Empire."
Kriptman forced a smile.
"Besides, you and I don't have any other choice now, right? ... We can only do our best to maintain the defense line, but we are determined to defend the front line to the death."
The man was about to speak, but was interrupted by the door opening suddenly.
"Report! The Themisis sector has fallen - the attack comes from the orcs - an external orc force is tearing our defense line from the outside!"
Kriptman looked suddenly towards the long table. The projection froze, then refreshed again.
On the map, a green arrow violently penetrated from the outside of the unbreakable defense line. The Themisis star region fell and turned green.
A few seconds later, the flag of this orc force was refreshed, and the Bonebreaker symbol appeared on the map, and it seemed to have a tendency to expand along the Unbreakable Line of Defense.
The atmosphere in the hall was almost completely stagnant. Apart from the breathing of the Battle Sisters, no one could breathe. They found it difficult to understand and believe this scene.
Skeleton Kara's voice rang out crisply, coming from Kriptman's clenched fist. The Inquisitor's mouth was pale.
Why are the orcs from Armageddon here
"Send troops," Kriptman said word by word. "We must hold the line - at all costs."
He gripped the gun at his waist, "I will go to Themisces myself. Now, prepare the boat."
Kriptman hurried to the door, followed by the Death Watch. The Sisters of Battle saluted them, but the people in the hall seemed frozen.
As if he had thought of something, Kriptman smiled bitterly, turned around, and bowed to the decision makers at the long table.
"Ladies and gentlemen, there is no room for argument now. I need you to use all your troops, give up any attempt to save the refugee boats, and give up your relatives and interests within the defense line - now, everything, everything must be thrown into the defense line."
The sound of boots clattering on the ground faded away, and no one in the conference room spoke.
There was a clang, a sound of falling, and Kriptman's opponent collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"It's over," he laughed. "It's over! It's all over!"
Laughter breaks the silence,
"We went against our consciences and pushed hundreds of millions of people into the worm's mouth with our own hands! It's all over! Hahahaha, there's no difference between one death and all deaths! Hahahaha! Serves him right! He deserves it—we deserve it!"
“Hahahahahaha!”
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[A certain nest city]
“Ahhhh!”
The towering spires of the hive city collapsed, slowly smashing into the middle nest, tumbling down.
Smoke and dust billowed out from the gap in the hive, covering half of the sky. Tyranid's tentacles greedily stretched out to the earth, piercing into the flesh.
Thin women were holding their children and following the crowd, their screams and curses deafening.
She was knocked down by the people fleeing behind her and then trampled. Blood spurted out of the woman's mouth. She tried hard to push the child in her arms forward, but it was in vain. The forearm that was protecting the child was broken by the trampling.
The crowd was so surging that they soon left them behind. The crowd began to thin out, sporadic gunshots rang out, and bodies of people trampled to death were scattered all over the ground.
The woman barely looked like a human, but she still persisted in pushing her child forward, howling.
The child, who had not yet reached the adult's knees, cried and shouted. He was well protected, but he did not run in the direction of the crowd as his mother wished, but tried to pounce on his mother.
The woman sobbed urgently, signaling the child to run, but her hands gradually lost strength, and the child just opened his mother's hands and rushed towards the woman. The woman reluctantly raised her face and looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Snap!!
Blood splattered
The woman's eyes lost their luster, and she lowered her head in vain. A strong leg sank into her skinny back, stepped through her chest, and killed her completely.
The child babbled and looked up, seeing the broad back of the Astra Militarum.
"Little guy, hurry... run."
The soldier held the knife against the knifeworm's mouth, standing on the woman's body and wrestling with the knifeworm. Blood flowed from his mouth. The knifeworm's limbs pierced his abdomen, and red blood dripped from the black tip.
The child saw two more knife-worms running towards him. He saw their heads exploded, and then their sharp mouths stabbed at him.
In the distance, the people running to the port were blown away by the air current when the noble ship started, and fell to the ground, groaning with broken bones.
The people who fled to the low nests screamed as the collapsed buildings fell and buried them in the rubble.
In the chaos, the nobles' ships took off, the void shields glowed blue, gargoyles like dark clouds slammed into the ships, the huge shuttles wailed, gradually deviated from their course and fell.
In the sky, countless ships tried to take off, and the falling smoke looked like meteorites, but there were also lucky ones who successfully took off. However, looking far away, by the ship window, a man with a big round forehead was smiling and looking at this fallen world.
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"We are willing to cooperate with you - we can provide you with all the resources. Ah, if you like, I can get you a pass to other star regions..."
The man who looked like the planetary governor knelt on the ground, speaking in a low voice, sweating profusely.
In front of him, the Bonebreaker sitting on the throne smacked his lips.
"No use, just kill him."
"No—sir! Aaaah!"
The head fell to the ground with a thud, staring at the Bonebreaker with its eyes wide open.
"You spineless little shrimp," the Bonebreaker muttered, "You're not as strong as the old one."
Outside the room, there were screams and waaagh sounds. Fart spirits and scrobs were dancing on the human remains, gnawing on this and that. The huge greenskins were happily chasing the small shrimps, watching them fall into the giant element pool in panic, making gurgling sounds.
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"kill!!!!!"
Hades roared, glared, and pointed high, and the black flag fluttered in the wind.
With a sudden roar, the convoy rushed into the tide of knife-like insects first. The insects' limbs were broken and flew everywhere. The greenskins shouted and shot at the Tyranids.
In the distance, a dazzling light condensed on the back of the huge ion cannon bug, and the sound of charging power hissed. However, on the other side, the wizard boys raised their scepters, green flames rose, and the particle cannon bugs fell down with a mournful cry.
The Indominus began to advance slowly, and the green-skinned Bone Crusher Fortress, which was rivaling it, hummed with spiked gears in front of it.
The gargoyles and sky wizards that covered the sky descended, and the huge bombing attack aircraft also crashed straight into the pile of insects, smashing the Tyranid formation.
Billions of artillery pieces flew into the air from behind Hades, fire dragons roared, and fireballs that could be hugged by several people slammed heavily into the ground.
Above the starry sky, the Death Dealer ship crashed into the swimming insect ship, and the other insect ships surrounded it. The green-skinned ship that looked like Squiggs spewed black smoke and shook violently—
BANG!!!
Brilliant fireworks exploded, several Tyranid ships were engulfed by the explosion, and huge blood flowers bloomed in the void.
Hades' mechanical brain emitted radio waves, commanding the army of Lukong Star. He felt the tremors under his feet. The Tyranids, who were accustomed to fighting with greenskins, were proficient in decapitation tactics.
Unfortunately, they chose the wrong target!
Boom!!!
The ground collapsed, and the greenskin guards around Hades roared in fear. Hades jumped up first and hovered high in the air.
He saw a burrowing python that was big enough to swallow him in one gulp rise from the ground, and its sharp scythe pierced directly into Hades's defensive gap!
At the same time, there was a commotion at the front line not far away, and a shadow rushed across the sky. It was a winged tyrant whose size was no less than that of Hades's python!
Hades laughed.
"We've only been fighting for seven days! Are you so scared of me?!"
"Okay! Let's fight!!!"
(End of this chapter)