Li Qinwu received the grand marshal's plea for help five months after he arrived on the Fortress World of Thunder Saint Alliance.
On the comms channel, the grand marshal, his forehead slick with cold sweat, desperately begged Li Qinwu for help.
"Lord Inquisitor, please send us every kind of support you can!
The Tyranids have gone completely mad. They've deployed the most evil, enormous, terrifying creatures they have!
Those damned giant cockroaches are poisoning our frontline soldiers and tearing down our defenses.
We're about to lose! The Fortress World of Thunder Saint Alliance is about to fall!"
As he shouted, he sent Li Qinwu footage from the front line.
The footage showed Tyranid Saints more than twenty meters tall charging into the lines held by Astra Militarum soldiers. Gray poisonous Spores spread for kilometers around them as they wreaked havoc.
Several Tyranid Saints formed an assault column and charged wildly forward.
Hydra Flak Cannons atop the Great Wall fired continuously at the armor on their backs, but every shell bounced off.
The heavy artillery behind the wall kept firing too. Large-caliber howitzer shells arced down onto the Tyranid Saints' backs, bursting into dark clouds of smoke!
But that armor was absurdly thick. One or two High-Explosive Rounds could never destroy it.
Even when a Tyranid Saint's back armor was blasted apart, it healed given enough time, growing thicker than before.
The Tyranid Saints' attacks, by contrast, were brutally simple.
They charged their massive bodies up to the Great Wall and drove their two huge, Biomolecular Force Field-covered forelimbs into it like excavators.
Chunks of stone rained down. They gouged a huge hole straight through the reinforced-Concrete-and-Rebar wall, dozens of meters thick.
The Tyranid Saints and the hundreds of millions of Tyranids behind them poured through those holes and slaughtered the