Humanity's power was already crumbling, and with the arrival of the Zerg swarm, their defeat was practically inevitable.
Whether human, Genestealer, Chaos Cultist, or Drukhari, their numbers are limited; every one that dies is one less.
Lynn's Tyranids army, however, was able to continuously replenish its ranks.
The Ripper swarm efficiently collects all usable biomass on the battlefield.
The corpses of enemies, the seriously wounded but not dead, and even the remains of comrades.
Once the Purple Crystal is transported back, Rena Number Two will be able to decompose and recombine these biomass materials.
New Hormagaunt, Termagant, and Ripper keep hatching...
Your army is losing soldiers every minute, while my swarm of insects is endless!
As for the captain of the Song Offering, or at least the nominal captain, Kerry Von.
He was experiencing the longest and worst day of his life.
Not long ago, he was still fantasizing about arriving in Brevis and taking over the reins of the Planetary Governor.
Command the winds and rains, trample Isolde underfoot, and restore the glory of our ancestors.
That will be the pinnacle of his life!
However, this journey to take office was cursed from the very beginning.
First, they encountered Warp Storm, which damaged the ship and caused it to lose its way.
Having barely escaped the aftermath of the storm, they had just found their way to Brevis.
Before I could even catch my breath, nightmares began to strike.
The elusive Dark Aeldari Corsair, the Chaos Cultist lurking in the lower ranks, and the Xenos Genestealer that have already infiltrated the crew.
Now, an overwhelming swarm of insects has appeared!
What drove him to the brink of a nervous breakdown was what he heard in the report.
The newly emerged Tyranids immediately engaged in a fierce battle with the Genestealer upon boarding the ship, as if they were mortal enemies.
This world must have gone mad! The God-Emperor must have abandoned this place!
Just now, his worst fears came true.
Those fearsome pointy-eared pirates, after suffering heavy losses, finally broke through the defenses outside the bridge.
Otto, his usually cunning and shrewd adjutant, suddenly found courage from who-knows-where.
He picked up his officer's Chainsword and, roaring, led his men to charge at the pirates who had broken down the door.
This bought him and Isolde time to hide in the secret chamber behind the restaurant's murals.
Now they can only huddle together in a dark, narrow, confined room.
They could hear Otto's, or someone else's, shrill, inhuman screams coming from outside.
There were sounds mixed with metal cutting through flesh and blood, blood splattering, and bones being crushed.
And the pirates' excited laughter.
The sound seemed to have lasted for centuries.
Kerry covered his ears tightly, but the sound kept getting in.
He could imagine the torment Otto was going through.
He was trembling like a leaf, tears and snot streaming down his face, his expensive shirt soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to his skin.
He could even smell the stench emanating from his crotch.
But he felt no shame, only boundless fear.
He looked at Isolde beside him.
His wife, who was always assertive, shrewd, and had a high opinion of herself.
At this moment, he was curled up like a frightened rabbit, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Her once meticulously combed hair was now disheveled, her lips were bleeding from being bitten, and her eyes were empty and filled with despair.
Kerry knew that she, like herself, was only praying frantically to the Emperor in her heart.
I pray that death will come more slowly, or more quickly.
Suddenly, the sounds outside stopped abruptly.
It was a very abrupt, chilling silence.
Otto's screams stopped, the pirates' laughter stopped, and even the clashing of weapons and the sound of footsteps disappeared.
Then, a new sound came, faint and persistent.
It evokes the rustling sound of insects crawling.
It was the sound of some kind of hard carapace rubbing against each other, dense and orderly.
Kerry and Isolde's hearts nearly leaped out of their throats.
They covered their mouths tightly, held their breath, and stared wide-eyed at the door of the secret room, as if the next second was about to pass.
Monsters will break down the door!
However, the expected goal was not breached.
A voice came through the door, clear and steady.
It was clear that a young man was speaking, in standard High Gothic:
"People inside, you don't need to hide anymore, you're safe!"
Kerry froze, looking up with a bewildered expression.
The voice continued, "We are a passing Imperial Navy, a patrol fleet belonging to the Cadia Sector of the Segmentum Obscurus Cadia Sector."
We have detected your distress signals and signs of combat and are here to provide support.
The Dark Aeldari Corsair, Xenos, and Chaos forces that attacked the ships have been eliminated by our forces.
Repeat, threat has been eliminated.
Captain Kerry, Ms. Isolde, please come out, you are safe.
The Imperium Navy? Could it be that they've been saved!?
The overwhelming surprise overwhelmed Kerry's reason like a tsunami.
He almost collapsed to the ground, overjoyed at surviving the ordeal, and wanted to burst into tears immediately.
He frantically tried to turn on the switch to open the secret room.
"Don't move!" Isolde grabbed his wrist suddenly, his voice low and his expression serious.
There was no joy in her eyes, only deep vigilance and lingering fear.
"Are you crazy? Just now, there were Otto's screams and those strange laughs outside."
How could it suddenly become the Imperial Navy?
Isolde's voice trembled, but his logic remained clear.
"It must be those Chaos Daemons!"
Those demons are masters at manipulating people's hearts, using illusions and whispers to lure their prey!
Moreover, the area is shrouded in Warp Storm, making it impossible to send out distress signals!
Kerry felt as if he'd been doused with an ice bucket, and instantly calmed down.
Yes, what a coincidence.
He almost did it; he withdrew his hand in fear, his heart pounding, and he was plunged into despair once more.
Lynn waited outside the door for a few seconds, but heard no response.
Rena sensed that the person inside had no intention of coming out, and her fear and resistance intensified.
"Hiss~, they're pretty alert." Lynn pouted.
Rena just easily dealt with the Drukhari lieutenant leading the group and his last few elite warriors.
After Genestealer infecting several surviving crew members, he obtained numerous fragments of their memories.
This pieced together the general information about the ship, as well as the identities and personalities of the Kerry.
A cowardly and incompetent but useful puppet husband, and a shrewd and capable noblewoman who wields real power.
And they learned the purpose of their trip.
Lynn immediately had a fun plan in mind.
A more interesting and profitable plan than simply plundering biomass and resources.