Eighty-Eight Years, Red Scarf

When the Chapter Master the Weeping Angels Chapter, Phoros, spotted the Tyranid, he immediately had Gauss, the Atlasian telegraph operator assigned to them, send a message and ordered the Chapter to retreat to avoid colliding with the main Tyran force.

This order was undoubtedly correct. Others might not realize it, but as a Crying Man who had fought in the First Tyrannic War, Phoros 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 Guerilla Warfare, trading space for time, and waiting for the garrison of the fortress ring to arrive and provide support.

This is not an escape, but a tactical retreat, a strategic retreat aimed at advancing by retreating. As long as the Swarm fleet can be slowed down, the sudden attack will not be a disadvantage, but rather a great advantage.

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

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

Rofus also wanted to remind General Droste 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 Rofus for being cowardly, saying that this insect was only big in appearance, and how could flesh and blood compare to their 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 witnessed a rout.

If the Tyranid were just a bunch of mindless lumps of flesh, that would be one thing, but in fact, the Swarm 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 Gloriana-class Battleship, moved. Medium-sized biological behemoths, which served as escort ships, clung to it and devoured the steel and flesh like an ant swarm.

Thick, fleshy growths shot out from the void, the Ethereal 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 High Temperature flying out.

Upon encounter, the highly toxic vesicles quickly activated, and a large number of Tyranid creature burrowed into the ship through the holes melted by the bio -Plasma, wantonly slaughtering all living things in their path.

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 ships, devouring the biomass inside, and even accepting steel without hesitation, 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 a mere instant, the entire Imperial Navy guarding the Stygian System was wiped out, leaving Phoros questioning his existence. He even wondered if these Imperial Navy had come to aid the enemy. Could the transport captain really be this incompetent?

"Damn bastard, even 100,000 pigs couldn't be delivered this fast!"

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

Phoros at least showed some restraint, while Mordred was much 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 bunch to be like this. I only prepared one pot of rice, but now they've chosen to eat at a banquet. Wait, unlucky bunch!"

Because the distance is neither too close nor too far, the main fleet cannot use Warp Voyage at all and can only travel at near-light 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 his Fel Energy perspective, Mordred discovered that these unfortunate people had a strange aura about them.

It's hard to describe the feeling; it's just that these people seem easy to bully. It's strange, but even someone like Mordred, who possesses high-dimensional characteristics and is untouchable, would feel this way.

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

"Your Highness, my name is Rofus, I am 240 years old, and I am the Chapter Master of the Weeping Angels 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 smoothly accepted his new name and immediately shouted, "Mission accomplished!"

"Good, very spirited. Your task now is to delay the Hive Fleet, but listen carefully: absolutely do not engage the Zerg. Just stay at a distance, fire a shot now and then, and make them notice you."

"But Your Highness, this won't attract the insects' attention at all."

Mordred told him to mind his own business and just do what he was told, to stay near the bugs. He added that every second they delayed would reduce the damage the bugs could inflict on 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 Angels Chapter was far too small, and apart from firing a couple of shots out of nowhere, they were of no use whatsoever.

Previously, Huron in Badab and sent him on Penitent Expedition. His own Battle Barge was also stolen by the Minotaur, leaving him with only a Lunar-class Cruiser. He wanted to recuperate in Kamas, but instead ran into the main force of the Black Legion.

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

To protect Baal, Roosevelt rushed to the aid with the remaining 300 men of his Chapter. 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 Chapter, bad luck has been a constant companion to them. This misfortune deters many people, but in order to fight against this bad luck, the Sons of Baal 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 shine.

"Power up to maximum, don't worry about losses. 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."

Accompanied by Roosevelt's Roared, the Lunar-class Cruiser named Lady of Anguish sped up and caught up with the massive the Swarm ahead, which resembled a shadow of death, with an extremely elegant maneuver. It then gracefully rounded a bend, fired a shot at the Narvhal, and retreated at lightning speed.

For the Fate-shaping Hive Queen of the Leviathan Hive Fleet, its mission is to devour Baal before it and use him as a springboard to support Orctavius.

It is the brain of this tentacle, the terminal interface of the Hive Mind, and the most important Tyranid creature, without exception.

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

Even the memory preservation of high-level creatures like the Hive Tyrant is done by the Norn Queen. Core creatures like the Fate-shaping Hive Queen not only possess astonishing intelligence but also a level of autonomy rarely seen among the Tyranid.

This sense of self-determination led the Norn 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, Norn Queen felt that the ship was particularly easy to bully and wanted to tear it to pieces.

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

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

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

"Excellent, now the pressure is on you. Run! Hold on, we're coming soon. Two hours, just two hours, our fleet will be here immediately."

Meanwhile, as the Sons of Baal frantically walked their dogs, the dark shadows cast by the Hive Fleet also attracted the attention of some Warp dwellers.

Stroking his treasured white feather, the Bloodthirsty Demon Kabaah couldn't help but recall the smile he had seen in Baal years ago:

"That damned smile! Only I can destroy the Blood Angels, my My Lord! Let me go!"

The Blood God, seated atop the Brass Throne, paused for a moment. The blood of the Tartarus Sector also caught His attention, but the Khorne's gaze did not linger there; instead, it turned to that figure.

Who is he? Why, why do I feel such a flutter in my heart?

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

I was his First Returned Son; he saved me, and I raised him. Those days were the best time of my canine 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 given name, and I gave him my surname.

That wretched the Cursed! I remember now, I remember everything! It was my Mordred!