Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 339 Eighty-eight years, the red scarf.

When the Chapter Leader of the Lamenters, Forros, spotted the Tyranids, he immediately had Gauss, the Atlas human telegraph operator assigned to them, send a message and ordered the Chapter to retreat to avoid colliding with the main Tyranid force.

This order was undoubtedly correct. Others might not realize it, but as a Crying Man who had fought in the First Tyrannical War, Forros knew that sending their small force up there would be utter suicide.

The only way to contain the swarm is to rely on the Imperial Navy's powerful firepower to wage guerrilla warfare, using space to buy time and waiting for the garrison of the fortress ring to come to the rescue.

This is not an escape, but a tactical retreat, which is about advancing by retreating. As long as the swarm fleet can be slowed down, the sudden attack will not be a disadvantage, but a great advantage.

However, the Imperial Navy never disappoints when it comes to being disappointing.

When the Tyrannical fleet crossed the Diamond Shield, and the thick ice shells on the flesh-and-blood motherships, formed to withstand the harsh low temperatures, were still there, the Imperial Navy charged forward without hesitation.

Rofors also wanted to remind General Dross that the Tyranid swarm had undergone adaptive evolution, and that they couldn't break through that thick ice shell at all; they shouldn't be sent there!

But the other side not only ignored him, but also mocked Rofors for being cowardly, saying that this bug was only big in appearance, and how could flesh and blood compare to our invincible steel torrent.
You guys can just stand aside and help out. I won't keep this honor to myself; I'll share some with you later.

For the Emperor!

Then the people cried and saw a rout.

If the Tyranids were just a bunch of mindless lumps of flesh, that would be one thing, but in fact the swarm is very intelligent. They are not mindless; on the contrary, they possess extremely powerful flesh and blood technology.

The battle was about to break out. The flesh and blood mothership, which was many times larger than the Glory Queen-class warship, moved. Medium-sized biological behemoths, which served as escort ships, clung to it and devoured the steel and flesh like an ant colony.

Thick, fleshy growths shot out from the void, the etheric incubation nest spewed out surging insect ships, biological torpedoes were launched in succession, and the acid bubble array spewed out frantically, with one after another highly toxic vesicle flashing with scorching heat flying out.

Upon encounter, the highly toxic vesicles quickly activated, and a large number of Tyranid creatures burrowed into the ship through the holes melted by the bio-plasma, wantonly slaughtering all living things in front of them.

In a very short time, the Tyranid Hive fleet had already completed the encirclement and annihilation of the Imperial Navy.

They are tearing open the steel hull of the ship, devouring the biomass inside, and even the steel itself is being devoured, making the already incredibly thick chitinous shell gleam with a metallic luster.

And that proud and incompetent admiral had long since perished in the insects' bellies.

In just a moment, all the Imperial Navy guarding the Hades star system was wiped out, leaving Forros questioning his life. He even suspected that these Imperial Navy soldiers had come to aid the enemy. Could the transport captain be so incompetent?
"Damn it, even 10 pigs couldn't be delivered this fast!"

"They're idiots. Zhuang Sen, get out of my way and stop blocking my signal."

Frost was somewhat more tactful, while Mordred was more outspoken.

Upon receiving the alarm, Mordred immediately used the mind network to possess the body of his progenitor Gauss, and then he witnessed the defeat.

"Your Highness, we are here with you. We will hold out until you arrive."

"You're talking nonsense! I never expected you unlucky guys to be like this. I only prepared one pot of rice, but now they've chosen to eat at a banquet. Wait, unlucky guys!"

Because the distance is neither too close nor too far, the main fleet cannot use subspace travel at all and can only travel at sublight speed. Taking into account a series of data such as acceleration and deceleration, it will take at least three hours to reach this place.

At the current speed of the Zerg fleet, they could take down Baal in an hour, let alone three hours.

Thinking of this, Mordred couldn't help but look at this group of infamous weeping people through Gauss's eyes. With the help of the fel energy perspective, Mordred discovered that these unlucky guys had a strange aura about them.

It's hard to describe the feeling, but it's strange that these people seem easy to bully. Even Mordred, an uninterruptible being with high-dimensional characteristics, would feel this way.

"Kid, I remember your name is Roosevelt, right?"

“Your Highness, my name is Lofus, I am 240 years old, and I am the Chapter Leader of the Lamenters Chapter.”

"Alright, from now on you'll be called Roosevelt. I'm giving you a mission now. If you do a good job, you'll be the biggest contributor to the entire campaign."

Without the slightest hesitation, Roosevelt readily accepted his new name and immediately shouted, "Mission accomplished!"

"Good, very spirited. Your task now is to delay the Zerg hive fleet, but listen carefully, absolutely do not engage the Zerg. Just stay at a distance and fire a shot every now and then to get their attention." "But Your Highness, doing this will not attract the Zerg's attention at all."

Mordred told you to mind your own business and just do what you're told. He said to just hang around the bugs and that every second you delay would reduce the damage the bugs could do to Baal.

With things having come to this point, Roosevelt had no choice but to obey orders. After all, the number of members in their Weeping Band was far too small, and apart from firing a couple of shots out of nowhere, they were of no use whatsoever.

Previously, Huron tricked him in Badab and sent him on a redemption expedition. His own battle barge was also stolen by the minotaurs, leaving him with only a Moon-class cruiser. He wanted to recuperate in Kamath, but instead ran into the main force of the Black Legion.

While fighting and retreating, they encountered the Astral Knights, and then faced an entire World Engine. And that wasn't the end of it; next came Baal's mobilization order.

In order to protect Barr, Roosevelt led the remaining 300 men of his battle group to provide emergency support. Even with the replenishment of supplies, their numbers were too small, and they could only be sent to this remote corner.

Since the beginning of the warband, bad luck has been with them. This misfortune makes many people stay away from it, but in order to fight against this bad luck, the Weepers have developed an extremely strong ability to survive.

Now that the Primarch has given us a task, Roosevelt knows it's time for them to perform.

"Power up to the maximum, don't worry about wear and tear. We're the only ones left in this entire star system. Get closer! Baal is in front of us, and reinforcements are behind us. We absolutely cannot let the bugs get past us so easily."

With Roosevelt's roar, the Luna-class cruiser named Lady of Pain revved its engines at full speed and caught up with the massive swarm of insects ahead, which resembled a shadow of death, with an extremely graceful maneuver. It then made a nimble turn, circled around to the front, fired a shot at the narwhal insect ship, and retreated at lightning speed.

For the Queen of the Leviathan Hive fleet, its mission is to devour Baal before it and use him as a springboard to support Octarius.

It is the brain of this tentacle, the terminal interface of the hive's will, and the most important Tyranid creature, without exception.

Compared to those low-level units that rely solely on combat instincts, the Queen of Life is the absolute core that transcends the Hive Tyrant. From the smallest microbial bacteriophages to large Hive ships, all Tyranid creatures originate from the Queen of Life.

Even the memory preservation of high-level creatures like the Hive Tyrant is handled by the Queen. Core creatures like the Life-Shaping Queen not only possess astonishing intelligence but also a level of self-awareness rarely seen among the Tyranids.

This sense of self-determination led the Queen to devise this plan, with the goal of consuming the extremely valuable genetic sample on Baal.

But for some reason, when the Queen saw that ship with extremely low biomass content appear in front of her, she felt that the ship was particularly easy to bully and wanted to tear it to pieces.

Using the biomass it devoured, the Queen found intelligence that there was a genetically enhanced creature called Astartes, scientifically known as the Lamenters, on that ship.

When the name came into her consciousness, an indescribable, intense desire overcame her instincts, making the queen of insects involuntarily want to tear apart this seemingly easy-to-bully thing in front of her.

Driven by this intense desire, the Zerg fleet slowed down and lunged at the wretched little bug.

"Great! Now the pressure is on you. Run! Hold on! We're coming soon. Two hours, just two hours! Our fleet will be here in no time."

Meanwhile, as the Lamenters went on a wild dog-walking spree, the dark shadow cast by the Hive fleet also attracted the attention of some Warp dwellers.

Stroking his treasured white feather, the bloodthirsty madman Kabaha couldn't help but recall the smile he had seen in Baal years ago:
"That damned smile! Only I can destroy the Holy Blood Angel, my lord! Let me go!"

The Blood God, seated on the brass throne, paused for a moment. The blood from the Underworld Starfield also attracted His attention, but the kobold's gaze did not linger there. Instead, it turned to that figure.

"Who is he? Why, why am I so moved?"

Mordred, yes, it's Mordred, I remember now, I finally remember.

I was his firstborn son; he saved me, and I raised him. Those days were the best time of my dog ​​life.

We lived together for 88 years. It was just him and me, father and son, teacher and student. A bond formed between us that was unbreakable.

88 years isn't a long time, just the time it takes for a heartbeat to pass, but even so, he is my most precious treasure.

He gave me my first name, and I gave him my last name.

"That wretched cursed one, I remember now, I remember everything, that's my Mordred!"

(End of this chapter)