Just as the Space Wolves were bringing their hunting skills into full play, the endless Tyranids seemed to have been slaughtered clean in that short span of time.
The inexhaustible sea of Tyranids seemed to have vanished at that moment.
This did not happen only in the star region where the Space Wolves were stationed. The same was true throughout the newly expanded territory of the Imperium of Man.
"All fleets, return to the newly established defensive lines." The sudden anomaly prompted every Legion commander to issue the same order without prior consultation.
Even Russ, who had personally led his flagship into the forefront of the fighting, gave the same command.
This was not the time to play the hero. Every Legion and every defensive line was part of the Imperium's overall defense, tied to the Imperium of Man's war plans against the Tyranids.
Though Russ was reckless, he understood that perfectly well.
"It seems the Tyranids we wiped out earlier were all expendable pawns. What a lavish move." In higher-dimensional space, Sandman watched the battlefield fall silent and spoke to the Emperor and Lorgar.
"Unable to escape the effects of hunger, they could only be used as cannon fodder." The Emperor did not feel much about it.
"It's just that there was rather too much cannon fodder. Who knows how long the war will last?" Lorgar said with some emotion.
Several thousand years had passed since the Tyranids first invaded the Milky Way, but now it seemed that neither the earlier Genestealers nor the invasions of the various Hive Fleets had even counted as minor skirmishes.
"Without a decisive advantage, even a war between the two strongest nations on a single planet can last decades or centuries, let alone a war between two galaxies," Sandman said indifferently.
A war