Report, Commissar: Tyran Is the Next Stop Ahead! (Part 2)

The barrel of the lone remaining Leman Russ Tank spun rapidly.

Its roaring engine shuddered and droned as it tried to land a shot on the Swarm Lord.

Yet the Swarm Lord's massive biological body erupted with unimaginable agility, making it difficult to track for a time.

The Leman Russ Tank could only rely on the ferocious firepower of its Heavy Bolter to temporarily keep it from closing in.

Then, the Leman Russ Tank's tracks crushed countless Rippers and Termagants swarming forward.

It swiftly swung its rear around, dancing across the battlefield with the Swarm Lord.

The battle-hardened Dragon Commander was using the Leman Russ Tank's thicker, sturdier frontal armor to meet the enemy head-on.

Even so, the Leman Russ Tank's heavy armor was still carved with one terrifying gash after another by the Swarm Lord.

You watched the Leman Russ Tank on the battlefield, frantic with worry.

You ordered the few remaining heavy weapon squads to fire at the Swarm Lord with everything they had, creating an opportunity for the Dragon Commander to withdraw.

At that moment, the constantly circling Leman Russ Tank had one of its metal tracks damaged by the impact of countless Tyranids, causing its speed to plummet.

With the battle at a critical juncture, you drew your Chainsword and Las pistol, intending to lead the last Leman Russ Tank into the tide of Tyranids to rescue the Dragon Commander.

Adjutant Lawrence and several soldiers firmly seized your arms and legs, stopping your rash action.

You summoned all your strength to raise the Las pistol and pressed it against Lawrence's forehead.

Adjutant Lawrence gritted his teeth and roared, "The 358th Regiment's mission is not yet complete. The Commissar cannot put himself in danger... even if the commander dies!"

Your eyes nearly split with rage, yet you could not bring yourself to pull the trigger of the Las pistol.

Only by making good use of the sacrifices of Imperial soldiers could victory be brought to the Imperium of Man...

Surrounded by the countless Tyranid tide, the heavy Leman Russ Tank was ultimately overturned by the Swarm Lord, crushing a great number of Hormagaunts beneath it.

As the terrifying Swarm Lord drew closer step by step, a staggering figure crawled out through the Leman Russ Tank's maintenance hatch.

It was the Dragon Commander, his face covered in blood.

Bolter in hand, he climbed along the overturned tank to its highest point and faced the Swarm Lord not far away.

With an unwavering expression, the Dragon Commander pulled the Bolter's trigger.

The roaring bolts struck the Swarm Lord's carapace, leaving only shallow dents.

You saw the Dragon Commander suddenly turn his head and issue his final order toward the exploration base.

Even from so far away, his voice seemed to drown out the Bolter's roar and the Tyranid tide's shrieks.

"Fire on me! Commissar! Fire on me!"

There was nothing you could do.

You could only watch as the Dragon Commander, his back ramrod straight, Stepped Into a dead end.

"Fire! Fire! Fire—" Veins bulged across your neck, and your eyes turned bloodshot.

In an instant, four Laser Cannons fired at full power.

Terrifying beams of searing light swiftly engulfed the Dragon Commander and the Swarm Lord at close range.

Dragon, commander of the Imperium of Man Astartes 358th Regiment... offered his loyalty to The Emperor.

Week Seven, the Void Shield around the Laser Cannons trembled and shook without pause.

Countless explosive fluids rained from the sky, violently battering the tottering Void Shield.

This was the Hive Tyrant's Return Gift.

A larger type of Pyrovore, with even more astonishing firepower, appeared on the battlefield.

Inside the exploration base, only the remnants of a single company from the 358th Regiment remained.

Nearly every one of you was wounded and exhausted beyond measure.

The endless Tyranid tide's assaults had scarcely ever ceased; even their brief retreats were only preparations for the next resurgence.

You found the Tech-Priest from the advance squad.

You hoped he would take the last undamaged Flying Vehicle and risk contacting the Endeavour-class Light Cruiser, ordering an Orbital Bombardment against all of "Tyran."

The Tech-Priest hesitated for a moment, then urged you to leave with your adjutant.

The soldiers of the 358th Regiment were willing to sacrifice themselves to cover your retreat.

The intelligence on the unknown enemy would also spare you future trouble from the Department of Munitorum.

You rejected his goodwill Without Hesitation.

Commissars of the Imperium of Man did not flee, and the Astartes 358th Regiment would not abandon any position.

However, your farewell to the Tech-Priest was interrupted by a massive roar from the sky.

The pitch-black night sky was completely illuminated as countless enormous wreckages of Endeavour-class Light Cruisers fell like a meteor shower.

Large numbers of Thunderbolt Fighters tried to cross the sky, only to be heavily surrounded by countless flying Hags and crash into the ocean.

At dawn, an escape pod trailing thick smoke slammed down inside the exploration base.

Varnak, a sage from the Adeptus Mechanicus, was the only survivor in the entire Imperial Fleet.

You stared at the devastated Mechanical Sage.

Having lost the ability to cry due to his mechanical augmentations, he fell to his knees and let out a pained wail.

You said nothing, sinking into silence.

On the cosmic battlefield beyond your sight, the Imperium of Man had already been defeated.

It was only a matter of time before the frontier planet Tyran fell completely.

In the eighth week, the atmosphere of the frontier planet Tyran was nearly depleted.

Even the oceans had dried up, exposing the lifeless surface of the planet.

Countless purple swarms blanketed the entire land.

Wriggling capillary towers stretched into the sky, reaching into the frigid void and interfacing with the Cachalot-class Hive Ships of the Hive Fleet.

Whether it was undersea vegetation or the corpses of fallen soldiers, or even the Tyranids themselves, all were being transformed into thick, juicy biomass.

They filled the reclamation pools scattered everywhere, becoming nutrients for the Hive Fleet's next rampage.

The Imperium of Man's expeditionary base had long since been overrun by the swarm.

Only inside one inconspicuous burrow did weak resistance still persist.

With your sole remaining arm, you swung the roaring Chainsword, hacking down Ripper after Ripper as they surged toward you.

Beside a reclamation pool not far away, the brutal and cunning, cunning and cruel Hive Tyrant seemed to be enjoying this final Gladiatorial Combat as an appetizer before its meal.

Your consciousness had long since blurred, and now you swung the Chainsword by instinct alone.

Then, the roar of the Chainsword Abruptly Stopped.

An ugly Ripper lunged forward, taking the chance, its blade-like limb piercing your chest.

Blood sprayed from your mouth and nose.

You entered your final moments. You were on the brink of death.

You shifted your unfocused gaze and stared fixedly at the Hive Tyrant outside the burrow.

"Lawrence said Pearl Moon was a nice place... next time..." you murmured.

"Next time... I'll definitely slaughter you all for the 358th Regiment!" You forced your eyes wide, as though trying to memorize everything before you.

The Chainsword in your hand suddenly rose and plunged viciously into the depths of the Ripper's maw.

The next second, more Rippers flooded into the burrow, countless blade-like limbs stabbing into your body.

You were torn to pieces, becoming nourishment for the Tyranids of Tyran.

You died.