Karga looked at the other person, then looked at the intelligence director beside him.
"Expand the observation range and bring in images from the satellite array of buoy auspicious instruments outside the galaxy."
Following his command, the surrounding array of meditators emitted flashing indicator lights.
The head immersed in the nutrient tube and programmed by the Mechanicus opened its mouth and screamed silently.
With the humming sound of machinery, the holographic projector gradually enlarged the field of vision.
The Vitria galaxy shrank to the size of a pomegranate, and many fleets turned directly into points of light, floating in various parts of the galaxy.
At the edges of the holographic projection sphere, the image loses detail and focus.
An astropath walked up to Calgar.
It takes several hours or even a whole day for the electronic signal to reach the command center from the buoy.
But with the help of the mysterious subspace, complete communication can be carried out in an instant.
"The Astropaths feel the shadow of the Tyranids looming. They are close," said the Primaris Marine who had entered.
"What's the situation?" Calgar looked at the astropath who had been serving him.
"Tyran is very close. Outer satellites have detected that gravitational pulses have become disordered. The shadow of the subspace is getting stronger, and we have lost the ability to access the Imperial Astropath network." said the astropath.
"When will they come?" asked Karga.
"One more day at most," said the Astropath.
Time flies.
All commanders in the headquarters focused their attention on the holographic projection.
They waited for the enemy to appear.
In order to quickly resolve the Sarken Dynasty and finish the battle in the Charadon sector, Guilliman did not give too much fleet power to Calgar.
He had only 19 battleships, 109 strike cruisers and several hundred battle barges.
Void weapon platforms, combat satellites, and defense space stations can also provide some void firepower.
Apart from that, there is nothing.
Calgar divided them into three battle groups, forming three lines of defense to weaken the Zerg's offensive one by one.
Let the Tyranid Zerg's offensive gradually decrease.
The most important force in Calgar's hands is the surface troops.
Guilliman gave Calgar twelve chapters and more than twelve thousand Primaris Space Marines.
There are also a large number of Astra Militarum, Mechanicus Skitarii and many other units.
Before the war comes, the atmosphere is always the most solemn.
Everyone was tortured by the oppressive atmosphere and was speechless.
When the first flashing red dot appeared at the edge of the galaxy, it was almost a relief for everyone.
"They are coming," said Karga.
The lights began to flicker, all turning a blinding red.
The shrill sound of air raid sirens echoed throughout the planet of Vitria.
It resounded throughout the sky and echoed in the mountains and cities of Vitria.
It descended upon the shady black market, where the loud threats between the irascible sellers and buyers ceased, and they saw pity and fear in each other's eyes.
It crept into the ward, and the mother's words of comfort suddenly stopped, leaving her beloved child to cry loudly.
It rings in everyone's ears like a shadow.
Announcing the arrival of a terrible enemy to these people born in the Dark Ages.
On the bottom floor of the hive.
Next to the disgusting garbage dump.
"Guilliman is a liar, a traitor, and he will get you all killed."
A crazy man was howling loudly, as crazy as a madman.
Countless Astra Militarum soldiers raised their heads to look up into the sky, then lowered their heads to continue building their fortifications.
They will fight for their oath.
The recorders who stayed behind remained silent, some of them wrote down their feelings and experienced the emotions of this time.
They will sing these stories for future generations.
How many heroic lives have been lost for the survival of the race.
Those lives were not bright, but they allowed the human empire to survive for tens of thousands of years.
They have an obligation to sing these stories and make those heroes immortal.
Primaris Space Marines from various chapters put on their armor and checked their weapons with the help of mechanical thralls.
They vowed to be the wall against which the Tyranids would shatter.
They will fight to the last man and shed their last drop of blood.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
The order of war was transmitted into the void.
El sat on the flagship of the Storm Falcons, responsible for the first line of defense.
In pursuit of maximum killing effect, Karga developed a crazy strategy.
The three lines of defense will successively weaken the Tyranids, thereby reducing the strength of the Tyranids' attack on Vitria.
"My lord, they are coming," said a servant in charge of observation.
A large group of red dots lit up on the tactical display projection of the command console.
"The estimated target is in the hundreds," the servant said, but a moment later he shouted, "Emergency revision, thousands, no, tens of thousands."
The voices of the observing servants were filled with fear.
He was completely frightened by what he saw. The attack of the Tyranids was like a torrent.
The number of enemies is innumerable.
The Behemoth Zerg Fleet is one of the main fleets of the Tyranids entering the galaxy, and its scale is only comparable to that of the Leviathan and the Kraken.
Of course, these three fleets are just tentacles of the Zerg.
A larger Zerg fleet is still outside the galaxy.
The Zerg fleet uses gravitational fields to construct superluminal channels to achieve superluminal travel.
Wherever it goes, it will cause a series of force field distortion phenomena.
El could only see a distorted view from the window.
When traveling at superluminal speeds, the Tyranids are outside the light cone and cannot be observed.
Until the Zerg fleet got close enough to the galaxy and unlocked the gravitational field for faster-than-light travel.
Only by reusing bioplasma thrusters can it be directly observed.
El watched as the Zerg bio-ships appeared in the optical observation window.
From a tiny dot, they gradually grew into the shape of a Tyranid bio-spacecraft, glowing damply with the ice of deep space.
Biological ships are very strange and different from human ships, but their power should not be underestimated.
"Attack," said Al.
His orders were relayed among dozens of ships.
Plasma light lit up, and many warships flew towards the biological fleet.
The tactical panel was quickly obscured by the maddening number of biological ships.
The fleet commanders observed every move on the battlefield and constantly modified the warships' maneuver plans.
The noisy alarms continued to sound.
The human and Tyranid fleets quickly intertwined and engaged in battle.
Relying on tacit coordination and terrifying firepower, the Empire gained the advantage at the beginning of the battle.
A large number of torpedoes and missiles were launched.
These physical bombs are much more lethal to the Tyranids than light spears.
Within half an hour, space was filled with broken pieces of shell and huge chunks of flesh.
Frozen bodily fluids floated in clouds among the corpses of the bio-ships.
Although the Tyranids' weapons and tactics are not as powerful as those of the Empire, the number of biological ships is much greater than that of the Empire.
Every time the Imperial fleet destroyed a biological ship, twenty more would be added to replace it.
Void shields were twisted or pierced by the impact of torpedo spikes and living missiles.
The high-flying predator streaked through jets of green fire from bioplasma, spurting thorns from dripping orifices.
Those biological ships, as huge as continuous mountains, constantly wriggled their surface muscles, spewing out huge, segmented, squid-like creatures.
The creatures rushed towards the Imperial ships, waving their dense and disgusting tentacles.
Once it is about to make contact, it will slow down to a level that the Void Shield cannot sense.
These creatures would then burst upon the hulls of Imperial vessels, releasing swarms of metal-eating microbes.
Huge Kraken ships, breathing shimmering gases, moved at a deceptively slow pace towards the Imperial lines.
Wait until you're close enough.
They would slam their tentacles into the air, wrapping up the heavy Imperial ships, before more tentacles broke them off.
The variety of biological ships can almost shake people's faith. Some are like slugs, some are like void whales, and some have similarities with marine creatures, but are a million times larger in scale.
Some ships also have huge rams and thick tentacles.
Every possible combination of life forms is present in the Zerg fleet.
They are all different and full of diversity.
But they have one thing in common.
That is, they all succumb to the will of the hive.
El ordered the fleet to resist the Zerg flood, but the Tyranids were unstoppable.
Even if he destroyed thousands of biological ships, it would only be the tip of the iceberg for the Tyranid fleet.
The Tyranid Zerg fleet, like a mountain torrent, broke through three void defense lines.
A large number of spores were released into the Vitria galaxy.
Sitting on the throne, Calgar listened to the news coming from the Void Defense Line.
The brave crew still shouted Guilliman's name until their last moments.
With absolute loyalty to the Emperor, they drove their warships towards the Tyranid bio-ship.
Bright flashes came from deep space.
Each flash of light represented tens of thousands of sailors being recalled to the Emperor's throne.
"Fight for Mankind, fight for the Emperor, fight for the Lords of Ultramar."
"We have failed, but you will succeed."
The voice of the fleet echoed across all channels.
A captain gave his final voice to his colleagues.
There is no fear at all, only calmness in the face of death.
"May the Emperor be with us."
Afterwards, the electronic signal representing the entire ship disappeared, indicating that the entire ship was sacrificed.
Calgar could imagine the brutality of the battle in the void.
Many ships are isolated and helpless, and they have no choice but to fight to the death.
Amid the raging flames of the exploding battleship, the crew shouted the names of the Emperor and Guilliman, and then went to their deaths.
Those chapter commanders who remained on the battleships tried their best, but ultimately had to face their inevitable fate.
Several ten-kilometer-long strike cruisers entered the atmosphere of the planet Vitria.
Falling on the poison-soaked plain.
The huge plasma power reactor went out of control.
The deafening explosion echoed over a radius of thousands of kilometers.
The resulting gusts of wind swept across the entire continent.
Calgar watched all this in silence. He was sad for the loss of the dead, but he knew that this was not the end of the war yet.
The spore sacs that covered the sky rushed to the surface like rain.
The most brutal surface offensive and defensive battle is about to begin.
Billions of lives will die because of this.
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