This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 179 Titanus (More to come later)

Ultramarines Strike Cruiser - Wrath of Tarrasque
On the bridge, the captain of the strike cruiser was nervously watching the divination array, closely monitoring the overwhelming number of Tyranid swarms. His furrowed brows appeared particularly solemn in the green light of the tactical holographic projection.

He was carefully maintaining the distance between the strike fleet and the Tyranid hive fleet.

This ship is a precious asset belonging to the Ultramarines, and the captain must carefully protect the Angels' property from harm and make good use of it at crucial moments.

The swarm was so vast that the scanner cursor trembled amidst the overlapping biosignals, unable to lock onto a single target. Beneath the suffocating tide of flesh and blood, a dark rift, like a grinning mouth, tore through the planet's atmosphere.

That is the blasphemous mark of chaos, greedily devouring the flesh and blood of the world.

And in these narrow gaps, the signals of those who weep are so faint.

Like a flickering candle in the wind, it still burns stubbornly.

They are still persevering.

"Lord Titus, we don't have much time left. The Tyranid swarm has gradually taken control of near-Earth orbit. After 26 Terra hours, the success rate of the Extinction Order will drop significantly."

The captain reported the current situation to the Ultramariner petty officer beside the command throne, his voice low, his gaze briefly sweeping across the porthole.

Above the planet, the swarm's cloud of spores slowly enveloped the orbit like a decaying curtain.

He continued, "The Lamenters have already suffered enormous casualties, but the rate of population relocation remains low; they need to evacuate."

The captain's Adam's apple bobbed. He didn't look at Titus immediately, but stared at the flashing evacuation signals in the holographic projection, each one representing a mortal life still struggling.

"The Storm Maiden has requested our assistance, inquiring if we have any additional transport ships."

His voice carried a hint of reluctance; from a value perspective, wasting precious resources on a rescue operation with no future was a very unwise thing to do.

Moreover, the weeping ones have spent far too much time on this planet.

The captain's gaze slowly moved down to the atmospheric incineration torpedoes, whose final testing was displayed on the edge of the tactical control console.

The "Guide to Swarm Warfare" emphasizes the swarm's exceptional adaptability to viral bombs.

The Tyranid swarm has demonstrated a terrifying ability to adapt to the viral bombs. These alien monsters can not only resist the most deadly viral corrosion, but can even reabsorb infected and corrupted biomass and use it for their own purposes.

This significantly reduces the efficiency of extinction events, which are best suited for preserving planetary resources, and sometimes they even become nutrients for the insect swarm.

Therefore, when choosing the extermination order, Calga considered using cyclone torpedoes and atmospheric incineration torpedoes as the main options.

They came to this place with a sacred mission.

A total of five atmospheric incineration torpedoes were loaded inside the strike cruiser. The Tarasa squad had the authority to independently assess the planet's current condition and use extermination orders.

If this planet is destined to fall into the hands of the aliens and can no longer belong to humanity, then no other being can obtain it.

“Send them all. Tell the mourners that we can wait another thirteen hours, by which time they must complete the evacuation.”

Titus silently watched the holographic images transmitted back by the divination array. His gaze remained fixed on the holographic images transmitted by the divination array, and the distorted chaotic traces made his pupils contract slightly.

Despite the burning desire in his heart to rush to the battlefield and personally slaughter heretics, his mountain-like body remained motionless.

He began to understand why the ascetics were in such a hurry to leave.

Support for Esteria should have been provided jointly by the Ascetic Chapter and the Lamenters.

However, after the two warbands landed and quickly rescued the facilities and population on the planet's surface, the Ascetics, as the main force, led this part of the transport fleet away and went to the next planet for rescue.

They completely ignored the Weeping Ones' request to stay, took their fully loaded transport ship back to Kos, and prepared to head to the next planet. At the same time, they informed the Tarasa Squad about the situation on the planet's surface and suggested that an extermination order be implemented as soon as possible.

As for the reason
Titus braced his arm against the edge of the tactics panel.

In the holographic projection, the breathtaking scale of the Zerg hive fleet was constantly updated, but even more unsettling were the readings of chaotic energy intertwined on the planet's surface, as the Slaanesh corruption spread like a plague across Esteria.

Those planetary nobles who lived there and were unable to evacuate tore open huge rifts on the planet's surface in an unknown way, and countless warp demons began to fight the Tyranids on the planet's surface.

Contrary to its usual practice, Tyrannosaurus abandoned its predatory warfare tactics and instead engaged in a near-suicidal war of attrition with the Slaanesh creatures.

There's no reason why, but according to the military strategy guidelines, the areas the Zerg swarm passes through will leave a thick shadow in the warp, making it exponentially more difficult for Chaos to exert influence.

In contrast, insect swarms usually choose to retreat after encountering fierce resistance and casualties, unlike what is happening now.

The fact that the military strategy had proven its authority in battles suggests that other factors were involved in this campaign.

Titus now understood why the ascetics had always avoided fighting alongside the weeping ones.

The Ascetic Chapter was suspected by the Inquisition, the Brotherhood, and the Imperial high command because of its unique funeral culture and the superstitious practice of group meditation led by priests to obtain omens.

But their loyalty to the Empire was beyond question, and they always respected the warriors who served the Emperor, especially the martyrs who died for their ideals and the fallen heroes within the Empire.

This effectively mitigated the skepticism arising from their culture's incompatibility with the empire's mainstream. However, their attitude completely changed when it came to the lamenters.

To be fair, Titus had a pretty good impression of the ascetics.

At least they didn't blindly follow Guilliman's writings as inflexible dogma, like some of the more rigid religious orders.

Guided by the chapter clerics, the ascetics found a new path, believing that even as sons of Guilliman, they still respected their genetic father as the Ultramarines did.

However, being confined to a sacred text from ten thousand years ago may make it difficult to adapt to a constantly changing environment. Every great work has its historical limitations, even something as sacred as the Father of Genetics.

Therefore, they have always used the holy scriptures as a reference and prefer to deal with enemies flexibly according to their own experience and existing conditions. Apart from their liking to collect skulls for funeral rites, the Ascetic Warband has a fairly good reputation.

But even in such a battle group, the attitude towards those who wail is one of respectful distance.

Perhaps it was the difference in their styles, or perhaps the omens they received from their collective meditation led by the pastor did indeed bring them something.

"Lord Titus?"

The captain's voice pulled Titus back from his deep thoughts. The petty officer looked up sharply, his eyes reflecting the captain's tense face.

Meeting his gaze, the captain quickly spoke.

"An Imperial fleet has entered the system and sent us a communication request."

A soft inhale came from beneath Tytus's visor. He instinctively gripped his power gauntlets, and the fighting spirit that had surged with his thoughts receded like a tide. He immediately responded in a deep voice.

"Get in."

"This is the Dawn of the Wings of Dawn. I am Captain Aurora von Carrox. Angels of Death, I request that you share the battlefield information you possess and the details of your actions."

"Wings of Dawn?"

Titus and the captain exchanged a glance, their eyes showing surprise.

Due to the unpredictable nature of subspace communication and the interference from the Shadow of the Swarm, the Theater Mobile Fleet, including the Ascetics, has not yet received any support notifications.

The Wings of Dawn, the core organization of the expeditionary fleet, is composed of four adults.

I've heard so much about your reputation.

Is Lord Romulus here?

Titus's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, and the power armor's servo system hummed slightly as he leaned forward.

A brief silence fell over the communication channel.

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On the other side of the Dawn, Aurora looked at Romulus with a questioning look in her eyes, mixed with a hint of helplessness.

Since the four adults joined the fleet, negotiations with various forces have relied entirely on their prestige and influence; the etiquette and rhetoric she inherited from knights and nobles have been completely useless.

"Don't look at me, I'm the Ultra Warrior, you go yourself."

Karna, who was making preparations for the battle, replied that he, along with the Flesh-Tearers and the Battle Sisters, had been waiting in the Stormbird, ready to storm the planet's surface at any moment.

Be relaxed when you should be, and be tense when you should be.

"Hello, Titus."

Romulus shook his head, a gentle smile curving his lips, and took a step forward.

The holographic projection clearly projected his image onto the bridge of the War of Tarrasque.

“I am Romulus Quirinus, the leader of the Dawn Fleet.”

"If you cannot tell me about the details of your operation, please also share with me the current situation on the battlefield and who is in charge here."

His voice was like a calm lake, yet it contained an undeniable power.

Behind him, intelligence officers were rapidly gathering data.

Titus's back straightened involuntarily, and the joints of his power armor made a slight hydraulic sound.

"Of course, my lord."

His voice was filled with heartfelt respect.

"I will share everything I know with you."

(End of this chapter)