Aelos Defense Battle!
Human strength is ultimately too weak.
In the limited war on Aeros alone, the advance fleet dispatched by the Tyran numbered in the hundreds, while the defending human forces only had a paltry few dozen ships, and a considerable portion of them...
They are the Blood Angels who protect Alvin.
After boarding the family flagship, Alvin went straight to the bridge command room without stopping.
He needed to find out immediately what had happened during the two days he was gone in order to better plan his next move.
"You're finally back!"
In just two days, Carroll looked extremely haggard, as if she had aged decades.
"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Carroll." Alvin sat back in the captain's seat and first observed the situation on the star map, assessing the dynamics of the entire battlefield.
A few dozen of their own warships formed a crescent shape around Aeros, creating a circular defensive line. Meanwhile, the first wave of the Zerg hive's fleet, like giant pincers, pressed in from the outer perimeter, closing in on them.
The situation has become dire. Once our fleet is surrounded by the Tyranid Swarm, we will be isolated and cut off from all communication. The remaining defensive forces here will be doomed!
"Colonel Jansett, please report to me immediately on the current situation on Aeros." Alvin, who had officially taken command, immediately contacted the air regiment at the front using short-range communications.
"Cadian 1433rd Air Wing, Jansett, reporting that 75 mining platforms have been lost, leaving only 48 operational. The air regiment and Defense Force have suffered heavy losses; less than 30% of our troops are still operational, Commander!" Jansett's voice was urgent, and intermittent bursts of voices came through the communication channel.
The loud explosions indicated the intensity of the battle.
How much of the Promethium was transferred?
This is what Alvin cares about most.
Their defense of Aeros was not an attempt to defeat the massive Tyran fleet, nor to halt the Zerg swarm's advance, but rather to gather as much Promethium as possible to stockpile for future wars!
"Only 35% of the planned target—I'm sorry, Commander, we've done everything in our power, but these damned bugs are like madmen, attacking our mining platforms and slaughtering our workers." Jansett lowered his head in shame, veins bulging on his forehead. "Their behavior is completely different from what's recorded in the Imperium archives; it's as if they have a specific target."
The reserves of Promethium are less than half complete.
The Promethium in the Aeros Industrial World are enormous, enough to supply two star systems. However, due to the extremely harsh environment, mining is extremely difficult. Even with hundreds of mining platforms operating day and night, and hundreds of dedicated mining Transformers assisting, it is still a drop in the ocean compared to the enormous reserves.
Not to mention, in just two days, they had to deal with air raids and harassment from the Tyranid creature Rex while mining in harsh conditions.
The amount of "Promethium" that have been mined and transferred so far is at least half of the target amount for the Alvin Project.
But the Tyranid creature fleet is already closing in on Aeros, and this is just the vanguard; more and more Tyranid creature motherships are on their way!
We've already done everything we can to relocate it, but the mining environment is too harsh, and the relocation of the stored Promethium is still at least halfway complete!
Alvin lowered his head. This was far from what he had imagined. He had thought he could at least have 60-70% of the planned reserves before the Tyran fleet arrived, but it turned out to be only 35%!
Reason told him that they should retreat!
There's no need to waste our limited resources here. If we keep dragging this out, when Tyran's mothership arrives, our small force won't even be enough to fill Tyran's teeth!
Since we can't hold on, there's no need to waste manpower and resources fighting with Tyran for it; that's the right choice.
But he wasn't willing to give up!
Through the porthole of the bridge, Alvin gazed at the humans—no...it should be called the enemies of life—in the pitch-black universe, at the massive and disgusting Bio-ship!
If we retreat any further, we'll reach the Baal System!
Without sufficient reserves of Promethium, even with Dante leading the main force of the Blood Angels, it would be difficult to cope with the massive Tyran fleet. The brutal battle in the Stygian System would soon repeat itself, and Baal would also become a living Purgatory!
Must the Baal System repeat the tragedy that occurred in the Stygian System?!
Hundreds of Imperial World were devoured by the Zerg swarm!
Countless humankinds were transformed into Biomass by the Tyran's endless greed and plunder, which then produced even more insects!
"Get out of here my ass!"
Suddenly, Alvin made up his mind; he was going to give the Tyran fleet a taste of its own medicine!
Forget about running away, he's going to stay here and wait for the Tyran's mothership to arrive. He won't be satisfied until these bastards give him a good blast!
"Colonel Jansett, I don't care how many of your men have died. Before I say retreat, you are not to retreat an inch. Hold the remaining mining platforms to the death, understand?" Alvin said resolutely.
Not a single step back!
This order was practically a declaration that the 1433rd Air Regiment must die here.
For an ordinary legion, this order, tantamount to suicide, would undoubtedly incite a mutiny.
But... they are the Cadian Shock Troops, the elite of the Astra Militarum, and the Emperor's coin!
"Yes, Commander!"
Without the slightest hesitation or questioning of the order's legitimacy, Jansett stood at attention, saluted, and gazed intently at Alvin: "Cadian Shock Troops, 1433rd Air Regiment,"
In the name of the Emperor, we swear to defend to the very last moment, and never retreat!
They are the Astra Militarum, and their elite force!
Having survived the devastating Fortress of Cadia Campaign, these avengers have crawled out of Purgatory, never lacking in fighting spirit, and never fearing the enemy!
Even if the enemy outnumbers them a hundredfold or a thousandfold!
Cadian, never to fall.
This is not just empty talk; the Cadian shock troops will only prove their loyalty to the Imperium and humanity through their actions!
"Carroll, tell all crew members to stay at their posts and cooperate with the Navy in attacking the Zerg swarm." Alvin then issued his second order.
However, upon hearing his order, Carroll was utterly shocked. "What—what are you planning to do? Tyran's main fleet is almost here!"
"This is the Tyran mothership I've been waiting for!"
Alvin sneered and said, "I refuse to believe that a mere Tyran tentacle can cause any trouble!"
He was going to prepare a special "surprise gift package" for Tyran, who had come from afar!
Isn't it edible?
He wanted to see just how much the legendary Tyranid Swarm could eat, but he was afraid that... the Tyran's teeth weren't strong enough to chew through this tough bone he had carefully prepared for them!
Let the Tyranid Swarm see the insane rate at which their Transformers can mass-produce units when they have plenty of resources!