We Are All Blades of the Emperor!

The head of the Fate Weaver resembles a hybrid of insect and reptile, somewhat like a Western dragon, which explains its popularity.

Its torso is covered in thick Bio-chitin Armor, which can easily withstand heavy firepower. It also has multiple tentacles and energy conduits on its back, used to connect to the network of the insect hive.

Its most threatening scythe-like forelimbs had just demonstrated their power to Alvin and Thor, cutting through thick armor as easily as a butter knife.

However, it also has a biological cannon that can fire acidic spores and high-energy plasma, powerful enough to melt Alvin without much trouble.

Besides that, this thing also has Psychic Power!

They are simply the most threatening presence on the battlefield, and also the most valuable unit among the Tyranid Swarm.

The Biomass consumed is probably equivalent to that of several Hive Overlord!

Alvin, whom the Hive Mind was so willing to go to such lengths to kill, is now slightly regretting his initial choice.

Well, that's great. In order to deal with him, we've brought out all the elite units that were supposed to appear in the M42!

Now their problem is how to deal with this "elite monster".

No, in a sense, the Fate Weaver has evolved into a 'BOSS' level unit.

Worse still, with the death of the Hive Overlord, Terra, though plunged into chaos and commandlessness, has also entered a state of "rage," relentlessly attacking the Asgard army's defenses. They don't have much time left!

Just as Alvin was frantically thinking of a solution, he suddenly sensed something.

He glanced to the side, and a dusty figure emerged from the ground not far away. If Alvin hadn't recognized the Imperial Cap on the figure's head in time, Alvin would have slashed at it with his sword!

"Lord Alvin!"

As soon as the other person spoke, Alvin recognized him—it was Kevin Leslie, the Commissar of the 371st Siege Regiment.

"How did you get here?!" Alvin couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.

Keep in mind, this is right in the Tyranid Swarm's rear area. How did this guy get here?

"How did you get here?" Alvin asked in surprise.

"It was dug up, sir."

Kevin told the truth.

Dig it up?!

Alvin glanced back; the straight-line distance between them and their own position was ten kilometers!

Are you kidding me?!

"Sir, you may not be aware of this."

Kevin Leslie straightened his hat, brushed the dust off his clothes—his face was covered in mud, obscuring his features, but his eyes shone brightly—and said with great pride, "The 371st Siege Regiment is best known for digging fortifications."

We can dig over tens of kilometers of tunnels in an hour; we've often done this before, Hive City the enemy's defenses and striking deep into their heartland!

Alvin opened his mouth, looked up at the vast number of Tyranid Swarm, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

That's so Krieg.

"Why aren't you guarding the front line? What are you doing here?" Alvin frowned. They still had a big boss to deal with!

"Help, sir!"

Kevin said righteously.

"Help me?" Alvin's lips twitched. It wasn't that he looked down on him, but the person opposite him was a Fate Weaver!

"What I mean is—" Kevin Leslie took a deep breath, touching the brass whistle on his chest, seemingly hesitant, but quickly made up his mind. "Leave the rest to us."

"I'll leave it to you?"

Alvin paused for a few seconds, then, as if sensing something from his resolute gaze, said, "Commissar Leslie, you should know that this is not an enemy the Astra Militarum can handle, not even if you are Krieg!"

This is Tyran's ultimate biological weapon. It's no exaggeration to say that even the Imperial Knight would have a hard time dealing with it, let alone the mortal Astra Militarum.

"You're mistaken, sir." Kevin's hat brim hung low, obscuring his expression, but his tone remained full of pride. "We are the Astra Militarum, the Emperor's sharpest blade. There has never been an enemy we cannot defeat!"

The Astra Militarum is the Emperor's sharpest blade!

They are the most important force guarding the vast territory of the Imperium, not the Space Marine!

Even though the Astra Militarum's forces were far less effective than the Space Marine when facing those monsters and demons,

Titans and knights are so huge.

It is precisely because of its billions of Astra Militarum that the Imperium has enough confidence to fight against those monsters and demons!

"Wait..."

Alvin hadn't said it yet.

Kevin Leslie then put the rusty brass whistle into his mouth, puffed out his chest, took a deep breath, and blew the whistle loudly!

Drop!

Drop!

Beep!

Two short and one long, sharp copper whistles echoed across the battlefield, as if beating war drums!

"Fix bayonets!"

Kevin leveled the Laspistol, fitted it with a sharp bayonet, assumed a horse stance, stared straight ahead, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared from his throat, "Krieg, charge—!!!"

Steel boots pounded through the blood-soaked mud, mingling with the chaotic sound of footsteps. One after another, Krieg soldiers wearing Gas Mask emerged from tunnels from all directions, each carrying Laser gun with a bayonet fixed.

Unlike many legions that would rally their troops and unconsciously shout slogans during a charge, Krieg's charge was only silent, a deathly silence.

The first wave of Krieg soldiers who charged forward were, unsurprisingly, easily cleaved in two by the Fate Weaver's biological scythe, leaving only half of their bloodied bodies crawling and struggling in the blood and mud, trying to get any closer!

However... smack!

The Fate Weaver had clearly learned their intelligence from the hive's neural network, and with a stomp, crushed the mutilated Krieg into a bloody pulp.

"Melt Bomb!" Kevin shouted expressionlessly into the communications channel, continuing to direct the battle.

However, his clenched fists and white bones seemed to foreshadow his inner thoughts.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Dozens of Melt Bomb were fired in rapid succession, but the Fate Weaver once again became invisible and leaped, nimbly dodging the burning flames and hiding in the chaotic environment.

Smoke bomb!

Commissar Kevin seemed to have anticipated this scene and ordered his men to lay out smoke bombs.

The deployment of numerous smoke grenades, while obscuring the enemy's vision, also revealed the cloaked Fate Weaver.

In the dusty, smoky environment, their weakness was exposed!

Before he could give the order, the second Krieg soldiers silently charged forward, carrying Melt Bomb and entrenching Entrenching Tool!

Watching the endless stream of Krieg soldiers emerging from the tunnels, silently charging towards the roaring Fate Weaver, Commissar Kevin exhaled a breath of stale air and resolutely took a step forward.

"Wait, you're going to charge too?!" Alvin's pupils flickered slightly as he called out to him.

"Of course, sir."

Kevin took off his hat, a proud look on his face, and turned around to laugh, "I'm the 371st in Krieg!"

"How can the Commissar of the Imperium regiment cower and run away while his soldiers charge forward?"