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 to never be satisfied.

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 designing new strategies, while creating new terrifying beasts to cope 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 the reward.

When the Lamenter fleet arrived in the Devlan system, the Navigator and Astropath 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, and they were almost severely injured. They had to stop contact with the subspace.

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

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

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

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

"Assemble all the weapons on the ship."

Katos said.

A holographic projection of the strategy map, 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 spots 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 minions 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 quickly made his decision 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. He knew the character of the youngest champion in the history of the Chapter.

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 people like this to protect it.

Led by the Dawn Reaper, six frigates of different types including the Striker-class strike cruiser (a cruiser specializing in long-range shooting), the Tears of Wrath, Wings of Vengeance, and the Blessing, detached from the main fleet of the Lamenter and sailed.

Toward the Devlan-3 satellite.

As the fleet accelerates towards its target, the huge holographic sphere of the Strategy Hall has been 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 detached 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."

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 mortal soldier's laser gun.

"Everyone assembles and prepares to fight."

Catos immediately issued the order.

Some Tyranid biological ships have noticed such an uninvited guest that seems to be trying 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 control supervisor.

The remaining battleships also arranged their formations according to the well-distributed 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 their 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 highly 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 by the Lamenters, and a considerable portion of the biological battleship group left the mothership and flew toward 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 look like slugs, some look like void whales, angler fish, some look 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 is there, but all have been merged, changed, and succumbed to the Hive Mind, and there is a terrifying uniformity in their diversity.

Ships with tentacles predominate, but others use ramming horns as prows, or carry extremely large 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 trembled 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 machinery at work and the tearful red hearts on the shoulder pads of the Lamenters warriors still giving off a faint red light.

The Thinker system mounted on the soldiers' 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 rings contained within the crosshairs were divided with perfect measurement.

"Airborne coordinates confirmation."

Using neural links, soldiers added airborne coordinates to the grid.

"The airborne landing will begin in one minute, and the final weapons and armor inspection will begin."

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;

He was holding in his hand an ancient-looking but actually master-level power spear forged with precision, the sacred object of the Lamenters Chapter—the price of victory.

Fighting with this weapon is a supreme honor for the Lamenter warriors.

He had heard stories of this weapon circulating within the Chapter, but now all he could think about 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.
To be continued...