This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 203 Holy Scriptures × Holy Words √
It must be admitted that Romulus, or rather the four time travelers, were somewhat pessimistic about the war against the Tyranid swarm.

After all, the transmigrators' understanding of the damage caused by the insect swarm was mostly limited to written records that had not yet occurred.

At that time, the Ultramarines were driven all the way to their home planet, Macragge. The entire planet was almost destroyed, with only two Arctic fortresses holding on, teetering on the brink of collapse. The entire fortress was wiped out, and the Honor Guard suffered heavy losses.

It wasn't until a hundred years later, when the Orcish Empire rose to power in southern Macragge, that the Ultramarines' numbers were restored to over eight hundred for the first time.

After the start of the Battle of Tyran, although the Imperial Navy suffered a major defeat, Romulus did not feel any pressure after taking over the war.

After resolving scattered issues related to the Mechanicus, Dark Angels, and Chaos, etc.

The expeditionary force, composed of the Black Templars, Nemesis, and other Imperial forces, easily compressed the Terran swarm's operational space and gradually pushed these hungry aliens toward the world of Bormina Fortress.

In the ensuing battles, the Zerg swarm experienced the sheer size of the Imperials for the first time. Wherever it tried to extend its tentacles, a fleet would interrupt it and then advance along the path it had come from.

Yes, the Empire is slow to react, but it has a lot of warships.

Does it not make sense that this place, with its territory encompassing almost the entire Milky Way, where both the upper and lower classes live in dire straits, social contradictions are acute, and external threats are enormous, has still stood for millennia?

If someone can concentrate this power into a fist and unleash it with full force, nothing in the galaxy will be able to withstand this destructive torrent—except for the Empire itself.

The Imperial military forces that the Dawnwings have fully mobilized are the real deal.

The swarm is now in a predicament, forced to either continue consuming biomass in the cold void, waiting for the intensity of the war to decrease so that the expeditionary fleet can disband and find something to eat.

Either go all in and concentrate your efforts to tear apart Bormina's defenses.

As Romulus, under his overall command, gradually forced to fight the alien fleet in the fortress world to the death, the various branches of the expeditionary force began to converge on Bormina.

The decisive battle here is crucial to maximizing the destruction of the insect swarm and reducing its threat.

The Zerg's unique command structure and development capabilities mean that the fleet must focus on eliminating the Zerg motherships in order to completely stabilize the entire Alteramar space region.

Calga was confident it could withstand the aliens; the steel fortress of Bormina would eventually crush the swarm's fangs.

For those aliens, only by tearing apart Bormina's defenses and devouring this flesh-and-blood mill that sustains the entire Altrama front can their hungry tentacles reach Macurag.

Thus, on this planet reshaped by war, a bloody tug-of-war that has lasted for five years continues.

The charred ashes have long since changed the face of the world.

The ashes left by countless cremated corpses piled up into mountains, which were then swept up by the raging monsoon winds, turning into a black sandstorm that blotted out the sky. The sound of sand grains rubbing against the armor of the fortress was like the wailing of the dead, never ceasing.

The lava flows that seeped from the Earth's core due to volcanic activity deliberately instigated by the Mechanic Church formed solid defensive fortifications on the planet's surface. The ultra-high temperature lava composed of iron and nickel was so strong that even insect swarms could not penetrate it.

Looking down from space, it resembles a planet made of coal ash, constantly radiating its own heat.
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boom--

A strange green light tore through the sky, tearing through the black mist with distorted iridescence.

At the critical moment, the think tank deployed a psionic barrier. The eerie green rays collided violently with the pale blue shield, and energy ripples exploded into dazzling sparks in the air.

The next second, the barrier shattered like glass. The beam of light struck the storm shield again, turning steel into particles and rendering the force field useless.

The elite members of the First Company of Ultra Warriors, clad in the 'Unyielding' Terminator armor, were completely melted away in the dazzling energy before they could even utter a scream, like frost and snow under the scorching sun.

The destructive beam pierced the entire battle line, carving a scorched furrow, before slowly fading away in the distance.

At the other end of the defensive line, Thor Invictus, who was fighting the Chief Warrior Insect, suddenly turned around.

Then it became clear that the defensive line had been swept open, creating a path to hell.

The flesh and steel within the radiation range were completely melted.

The headless remains of the think tank crashed to the ground, the terracotta armor slamming into the scorched earth, raising a cloud of ash. His body had been completely incinerated by the psionic flames, leaving only a charred shell, into which the howling wind whistled and howled.

The Cerebrate is a psionic battlefield unit that evolved after the Tyranid Swarm entered the galaxy for unknown reasons.

It lacks the typical ferocious carapace and claws of the insect swarm; instead, it possesses a deformed body constructed from countless nerve ganglia, every inch of its flesh and blood existing solely to extract greater spiritual power.

In pursuit of this extreme evolution, it even abandoned the physical strength that the Zerg were so proud of.

Thor's brain instantly identified the culprit behind all this, and despite the throbbing pain in his head, he roared into the communicator.

"Attention all units! The Brain Bug has appeared on the battlefield. Immediately call for support from the Think Tank Chief! All combat units—maintain distance! Repeat, maintain distance immediately!"

Thor's tactical intuition was incredibly clear.

Faced with a psionic threat of this magnitude, pointless sacrifices are futile. No rational commander would allow soldiers to huddle together, becoming sitting ducks.

Just as the mixed forces were rapidly retreating, a distorted psionic wave exploded outwards from the brain worm's core, and several lagging mortal soldiers were hit by the aftershocks, instantly stiffening and collapsing to the ground.

Their bodies were eerily contorted and charred, and the air was filled with the nauseating smell of cooked meat.

Beep——!
A deep green beam of death suddenly pierced the battlefield, accurately striking the writhing neural aggregate. The brain worm didn't even have time to howl before it spontaneously combusted in the high-frequency pulses of the neural crusher, instantly turning into a twitching mass of charred remains.

After instantly killing the brain worm, Titus, standing inside the gradually dissipating psionic field as if nothing had happened, immediately pointed the neural crusher at the next target.

The main force of the expeditionary fleet has already gathered in Bormina. Their squadrons can't be of much help in space combat, so they are heading to the planet's surface to assist in the defense.

Having fought against Tyrannosaurus Rex for a long time, their extensive experience in dealing with the situation greatly reduced the pressure on the defensive line.

"Titus."

Calgary's voice came through the communicator, carrying an undeniable warning.

The reminder from the surface defense commander caused Titan to pause slightly, and the muzzle of the nerve crusher dropped a little.

“Your methods of combat do not conform to the Codex Astartes.”

(End of this chapter)