Call Him a Mortal, So Be It

With the Ultramarines' arrival, they finally had enough power to counterattack, and could even push the Tyranids back some distance.

Lin En led the Ultramarines' First, Third, and Fifth Companies, along with three subsidiary chapters, and fought continuously for fifteen days.

During that time, they constantly used psychic powers, the Machine Spirit, and Astartes warships to kill Tyranids. For fifteen days—fifteen whole days—Lin En led the Ultramarines' First, Third, and Fifth Companies and the three subsidiary chapters in pinning Leviathan's Hive Fleet in deep space outside Vitellia, leaving it unable to move.

After counting their ammunition, they discovered that they had burned through in one day what they would normally use in half a month on the Orks' battlefields.

These bugs sure could take a beating.

I opened the gunports, and it was boom boom boom boom boom!!!!

But the ammunition hadn't been wasted. Every round had struck the Tyranids, blasting them to pieces.

The Ultramarines counted their ammunition as well. Invictus commanded while calculating the bill in his head.

Hmm... We didn't ask the Blood Angels for supplies before coming.

Hmm... We used quite a lot this time. Should we ask the Blood Angels for supplies...?

Hmm... But it feels embarrassing to ask a poor chapter for something...

Forget it. I'll ask the Regent later and let him decide.

Lin En didn't calculate the bill.

His drones had consumed even more.

Lin En had already given up on calculating the bill. He simply spread Machine Spirit Resonance even farther, sending the unmanned ships to the front of the entire fleet.

Spending some money was nothing. Keeping everyone alive was what mattered.

The Night Goddess, the Flesh Tearers, and the Ultramarines' cruisers firmly pinned down the front and both flanks.

The Lamenters and Blood Knights kept weaving in and