I am a green-skinned master

This is the Tyranids' stealth mode.

In stealth mode, the swarm consciousness orders the swarm fleet to quickly approach the human fleet, while releasing a large number of self-destructive locusts to destroy human aircraft, detectors and other reconnaissance units.

Without these eyes, the hit rate of human warships' long-range artillery and nova cannons dropped significantly, allowing the Zerg fleet to approach faster.

Soon the Human Empire Fleet and the Tyranid Zerg Fleet came within range of each other's bombardment. The humans used light spears and macro cannons for long-range attacks, while the Zerg fought back with bio-plasma and acid cannons.

The human fleet's numerical disadvantage soon became apparent. The Zerg fleet was not very good at long-range firepower, but it still suppressed the human fleet in the exchange area.

Those modified transport ships sailed forward and used their bodies to protect the combat ships from damage.

A Zerg cruiser that sneaked over opened its mouth wide and bit the transport ship. Along with the teeth-grinding sound of the ship's keel breaking, a red flash exploded, blowing off half of the Zerg cruiser's fangs.

It's a good deal for a transport ship to seriously damage a Zerg cruiser.

In order to make the slow and weak-fired transport ship capable of fighting in the short term after transformation, this simple mode can only be used. Either absorb damage for the main ship, or self-destruct to kill the enemy.

The Imperial Navy, like the Astra Militarum, is an army of the human empire. Among them, there are many loyal officers who are willing to sacrifice themselves for victory, although... this victory is so pale.

Before launching the attack, the collective consciousness guessed the humans' plan, and self-destruction was within its calculations. It knew humans too well. Humans were much easier to deal with than orcs. As long as it was studied thoroughly, the prediction would not be more than 5% off.

Orcs are different. Fighting with orcs is full of randomness. Sometimes they are strong beyond imagination, and sometimes they are so weak that it is ridiculous.

The cluster consciousness ordered the swarm fleet to continue advancing. To be honest, this kind of self-destruction could not cause fatal damage to his huge swarm fleet. He could also recover the dead biological ships in the future, so he would basically not lose much.

He wants to force the human fleet to continue retreating, then occupy the synchronous orbit above the planet and start releasing spore sacs. Ground combat is the Zerg's strong point.

It would be even better if humans are unwilling to retreat. We can just destroy them on the spot.

The battle entered a war of attrition, and the human fleet retreated slowly, using the losses of transport ships and small warships as much as possible to protect the safety of the main battleship.

The Tyranids continued to oppress, with the biological ships in the front destroying human warships at all costs, and the large biological ships in the back eating the corpses of the dead biological ships and storing the biomass.

When Hanks saw that the losses of his own warships were gradually increasing, and that the largest biological ships in the Tyranid Swarm fleet gave birth directly in space and produced new biological ships, he realized how naive he had been before.

Fortunately, although the battle situation was bad, it was not so bad as to cause collapse. The human fleet was retreating but also inflicted certain casualties on the Zerg fleet, and restricted them in orbit to the southern hemisphere and above the equator.

(The above is from the perspective of humans, who feel that their battle still has meaning. In fact, the collective consciousness may just want to land in the southern hemisphere first to recycle biomass from the chicken thieves.)

Just as it entered the orbit where it could airdrop combat insects to the ground, the rain-like spore sacs cut through the atmosphere like flaming meteors from hell, and slammed heavily onto the ground of Oronia III along with the high temperatures generated by the friction with the atmosphere.

When the first spore sac exploded and the fighting bugs inside swarmed out with roars, the first victim on the entire planet to wail was the Planetary Governor Cornwall.

The demon Losec tore him in half with his claws right in front of him. His master had told him that this guy could only be used, not trusted, and must be killed once his goal was achieved.

A massacre and a sacrifice are taking place in the planetary guard camp. Opening the portal requires a price, and these prices are flesh and blood, souls... and the more the better.

The completely corrupted planetary guards have distorted morals and cognition. In order to obtain more intense emotions and experience more exciting feelings, they become extreme and crazy.

Blood and killing are just the basis, abuse and torture are advanced, and loss, madness and insanity are the norm.

In pursuit of a higher level of pleasure, these planetary guardsmen initially indulged in ordinary carnal desires, then developed countless postures, and later used abuse, torture, and blood to heighten the mood.

Then it became what it is now, they ignored the demons around them, chanted blasphemous words crazily, and drew crazy pictures.

A soldier of the Planetary Guard used a small knife to cut his own flesh one by one, cutting the pieces into thin and long pieces, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Another group of planetary guards placed a victim on an altar and used flames, branding irons, and boning knives to tear the victim into pieces bit by bit. Everyone involved, including the victim, enjoyed it to the extreme.

These scenes are just a glimpse of the hell on earth. There are even crazier and more cruel acts happening.

The intense emotions and the roar of the collapsing soul reached their peak, a hole was torn in the real universe, and a portal was opened.

Slaanesh's pets, a group of strange monsters came to the real world.

A large number of Slaanesh demons have stepped onto the land of the material world. Even if it is only a small part, it is a nightmare for mortals and a disaster for living beings.

Losec stood in front of the Legion, and all its previous worries disappeared. With such strong support from its master, it was easy for it to complete its master's task.

In addition to the daemons and twisted monsters, several Chaos Space Marine warbands passed through the portal and arrived on Oronia III.

One of the most famous warband leaders is called Lucius. He has an ugly and twisted face and wears armor engraved with blasphemous symbols. He is a Space Marine who fell into Chaos during the Heresy.

He was blessed by Slaanesh, became immortal, and possessed a special ability. Anyone who killed him, as long as there was a trace of satisfaction in his heart, Lucius would replace that person and be resurrected in that person's body.

He is extremely cruel and has committed many evil deeds. He has committed countless heinous crimes in the human empire and is also one of Slaanesh's favorite pets.

Slaanesh sees his minions as nothing more than pets to please him.

Slaanesh delights in the thought of sending his favorite pets out to bring him happier trophies.

And his pets, in order to gain the attention and blessing of their masters, will retaliate against this crazy and cruel 40k universe with increasingly extreme behaviors.

Chapter 161 A Mess

More and more demons and monsters entered the real world. When the number reached millions, the portal exploded with a bang, and reality rejected the subspace.

The two worlds are mutually exclusive, otherwise if the billions of demons in the subspace can easily enter the real universe, there will be nothing left in the entire galaxy.

Lothek was very upset. Most of the million demons were low-level demons. There were very few big demons like him, and there were less than a thousand Chaos Space Marines. The portal collapsed so quickly. Logically, the number should have doubled.

Something seemed to be interfering with the subspace. Just as it thought of this, it looked up and saw spore sacs all over the sky.

It turns out to be a subspace projection of the Great Devourer...that's not surprising.

Bugs want to compete with their owners for food? There is no such plan. Losec looked at the torn body of Cornwall on the ground fiercely, wondering if it was a conspiracy behind this guy.

No, this is not something it can guess, and it doesn’t have time to think about it. It must harvest more emotions and souls for its master.

Lothek let out a loud scream, stopping the demons from killing and torturing the planetary guards.

The demons also realized that they came here not only to enjoy and have fun, but also that they could not disobey the will of their master.

Soon, the demons, along with the planetary guards who had been corrupted into Chaos believers, split into two parts. One part rushed towards the airport. Surrounding the airport was a city with two million humans, which had been covered by insect spore sacs.

The demons have no intention of giving these two million foods to the bugs, so they must stop those soulless ones here.

The other part immediately went upwards, followed the highway into the northern city of the planet, and immediately began to reap human lives and souls, harvesting sacrifices that would satisfy the master before the situation deteriorated further.

It's not just the demons that covet the sky port, there are also Tyranids that descend from the sky, and there are greenskin troops wandering around the outskirts of her city.

The recent battle situation on the planet is very bad for the Astra Militarum. Political Commissar Keister led the main force of the Astra Militarum to attack Capello from both the direction of Pioneer City and the north of Capello.

They attempted to use their numerical and armored superiority to drive the "Orc Warlord" Gorbad and his troops out of Capello.

The result was that Kester found that his troops not only had no advantage in numbers, but also in quality. Every day his armored forces were lost, and every vehicle he lost was likely to be repaired by the orcs the next day and transformed into a strange orc dirty car to attack his defense line.

The sky was supposed to belong to humans, but as the intensity of the war increased, the Lightning fighters were constantly lost. In the last air battle, the orcs won! The orcs used those shabby-looking planes to fight back and forth with human fighters.

Gradually losing air superiority, the loss of the air force is not the most serious loss...

An Ork fighter that was as bloated as an old hen destroyed a sacred Emperor's Baneblade heavy tank by dive bombing. Upon hearing that the Emperor's Baneblade was blown up, Father Carter of the Mechanicus was so excited that he could only utter meaningless binary language. He was so heartbroken that he couldn't even speak properly.

To make matters worse, not only did the battle to retake Capello fail, but Gorbad drove his red war fortress through the Astra Militarum that was surrounding him from the north.

Two million Astra Militarum troops were in the wild, still in an offensive posture, without many solid fortifications. Facing the green tide rushing out of the ruins, as well as those strange vehicles, Squig War Beasts, led by the orc bosses.

There was no suspense in such a war. The two million Astra Militarum troops had been broken up and surrounded on the vast plain. In the melee, an ordinary Astra Militarum soldier who lost his organization was far inferior to an orc boy in physical strength, morale, power, and ability to resist attacks, and was often slaughtered by the orcs.

Keister originally thought that after the orcs broke through, they would move northward, break through the defenses built by Cornwall that looked better than they actually were, and then spread throughout the northern hemisphere.

At that time, the whole planet will be finished, and the spores will spread wherever the greenskins go. In a few months, the whole planet will be covered with newly grown greenskins.

But... Gorbad, who was extremely cunning in the war, did not lead his army north. He seemed to think that there was no fun in the north, so he fought back and fought with the five million Astra Militarum troops in Capello and Keister.

Just a few wandering greenskin troops heading north, trying to find some new fun.

There is indeed new fun, not in the north, but in the south, from Shitouling.

Large numbers of mutant humans rushed out and launched a counterattack against the orcs, with Capello as their destination. These mutant humans had four arms, sharp teeth, and were fearless.

Caught off guard, the orcs' rear was actually broken through by them.

So after more than ten days of fierce fighting, the well-trained and united bandits managed to occupy a point southeast of Capello at the cost of huge casualties.

Capello, this city that had turned into ruins and a fortress suddenly became the focus of the battle. Orcs, fart elves, Astra Militarum, Planetary Guards, and genie thieves were all fighting here.

The three parties have different goals, so they are hostile to each other and fight each other. Of course, the strongest side is the Astra Militarum, which has gathered another three million Astra Militarum troops in the north of the planet. This time, they honestly built a defense line in the north of Capello and relied on fortifications to fight the orcs.

Although the number of troops under Iron Claw increased, their combat effectiveness still decreased. Because Wai Zui felt that Iron Claw had been fighting for too long and he couldn't wait any longer, he stopped supporting Iron Claw with his own equipment and money, and instead took away a lot of technical guys from Iron Claw.

These guys were gathered by Waizui in the greenskin corridor and built a spaceship on the spot. The progress was quite good, and the engine and keel were basically completed. However, the two ancient giants might not be able to take many greenskins into space.

When Political Commissar Kester personally drove an Emperor's Baneblade heavy tank and took the Imperial Titans to join forces with the Northern Astra Militarum to launch another campaign to retake Capello, the sky was filled with spore sacs spreading from the southern hemisphere of the empire to the equator.

Kester's expression was serious, which meant that the result of the space battle did not meet expectations. He just hoped that not too many bugs would be released into the northern hemisphere. There were not many star troops left in the northern hemisphere to guard the cities.

Iron Claw became excited. He was already very happy after fighting a Waaagh for such a long time, but he didn't expect that there would be something even more exciting to come.

At the same time, on the outskirts of the airport city, a secret passage was opened, and the leader of the Kibbutz clan, Pex, and his group emerged from the tunnel exhausted.

Chapter 162 New Hope

The Genestealer army reached Capello and bypassed the city through the tunnel. It was very difficult to send Pex and others over. At this time, there were already church members at the entrance to receive them.

"Thank you, brothers of the church." Pex warmly hugged the man in front of him. His body had undergone some mutations, such as the shell on his head.

The believer was obviously a little sad. He lowered his eyelids and looked at the ground and said, "Those foolish lost ones, their beliefs were wrong, they were blinded by hatred. We followed the Emperor to fight against the aliens, but they framed us as heretics and killed many brothers and sisters in the church..."

"If the loss had not been so great, our response would have been much faster and more timely."

Pex let go of the grieving believer, still placing his hands on his shoulders, and encouraged him: "Don't be intimidated by temporary difficulties. The Four-Armed Emperor taught us to be brave and strong. No matter how big the blow is, we must continue to fight! We are not alone, and every member of the church is a force that supports us in our fight."

"Yes! In the dark moments, it was the prayers to the Emperor of God that kept me going." The believer's eyes became firm.

Pex looked past the cultists at the airport in the distance. The airport was one of the most heavily defended places on the planet. There were bunkers on the walls outside the city, and the core area of ​​the airport inside the city could be described as a steel fortress.

He asked seriously, "Has everything been arranged inside the airport?"

"It's all arranged. Take this. It's your ID and your travel document. There are brothers waiting for you inside the airport. They will find a ship for you to leave."

The cultist took out an envelope, took out the contents in front of Pex, and handed it to Pex for inspection. Only then did Pex put the contents back into the envelope and put it in his arms.

"Thank you, brother. With this, there is hope, and the flame of the cult will continue."

Pex stepped aside, and behind him were several strong men, each carrying a sleeping baby on their backs.

After seeing the babies, the believers smiled their brightest and said, "Look... they are like angels... it's worth it to see their brothers and sisters who sacrificed..."

"For them, not as a patriarch, but as an individual, I thank you again for your sacrifice and dedication." Pex even bowed to the believers.

"For the Four-Armed Emperor." The cultist clasped his arms across his chest and bowed his head to return the greeting to Pex.

"For the Four-Armed Divine Emperor."

After saying goodbye to the believers who were waiting to pick him up, Pex and his team continued to move forward.

He deceived his brothers and sisters in the church, telling them that the angels of the Emperor of God were about to come, but asked them to spread the flame of the church and the faith more.

The angels of the 'God Emperor' will come, but they will devour them together. The peace of soul and the paradise of consciousness do not exist. The real God Emperor is the Four-Armed God Emperor. Only the great God truly cares for the believers who pray to Him.

Helping the church's hope to stay away from being devoured by the Tyranids is the oracle of the Four-Armed Emperor, and it is also the source of courage for Pex to regain his faith and continue fighting.

Sneaking into the airport is not an easy task. The Astra Militarum has already controlled this place to prevent unsteady elements from escaping in advance and causing serious impact on the morale of the resistance on the entire planet.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the Four-Armed Emperor. A small raid by greenskins attracted the attention of the Astra Militarum, allowing Pex and his men to sneak into the city.

Then, in front of a checkpoint, when Pex was worrying whether he would be recognized by the Servo Skull, a group of winged demons descended from the sky, disrupted the long queue of people, and started killing.

While fishing in troubled waters, Pex and his crew also suffered heavy losses. When they entered the airport and contacted the contact person, only five people were left.

As they were on their way to the shuttle, a serious voice called out to them.

A political commissar wearing a wide-brimmed hat came over and asked the female sergeant who was in contact, "How did these civilians with children enter the airport? In this kind of emergency, without orders from the top, this place is closed to the outside world."

"Sir, they have a warrant from Glory Fort. It's a secret mission and they are allowed to enter." The female sergeant was not panicked at all. She handed over the pass and ID.

After receiving the certificate, the political commissar read it carefully and found that there was indeed no problem with the document, but there was always an indescribable weirdness.

"The document says that the purpose of taking the shuttle is to transport key parts to the space battleship..." The political commissar glanced at Pex and his group, and his suspicion grew even stronger.

"You don't look like servitors, and I don't see any critical parts." The political commissar turned to the female sergeant and said, "There is something wrong with them. I will take them to the compartment for an examination and interrogate them about the whole story."

Seeing that the truth was about to be exposed, the female sergeant suddenly pulled out her pistol, aimed at the political commissar and shot him.

The political commissar, who was well prepared, cursed the woman as a traitor and dodged the gunfire by turning his head. He then kicked the female sergeant to the ground and chopped her to death with his chainsaw sword.

At this moment, the political commissar who had just displayed his prowess seemed to have his consciousness disturbed by something. His eyes became dull and his movements became slow.

When his vision cleared again, his chest had been pierced by two sharp claws.

"Abominable... alien..." The commissar used his last bit of strength to grab the claw that pierced his chest, and then used a chainsaw sword to kill the mutant cultist who attacked him.

Pex slowly put down his hand. Political commissars have always been very difficult humans to deal with.