"Morning Star, immediately activate the Warp engine and… damn it, forget about this transport ship! Hurry back and initiate war mobilization, order all Villagers to retreat underground, and establish emergency defensive fortifications!"
Yang Tao looked at the gradually clearing Tyranid fleet in the distance and felt his scalp tingle. How did these beasts, who only knew how to eat, end up here?
Where were the Orks?? Imperial War Chapter??
Oh… the Orks were taken care of by him, so never mind.
Yang Tao and Morning Star immediately abandoned the transport ship. At this point, the transport ship was no longer the issue. If things went south, even the Planet he had painstakingly acquired would be devoured by these eternally hungry Tyranids.
By the time he returned to the fortress, Morning Star had already issued the commands he had just given, and everyone was mobilized.
Millions of humans were transferred underground, and with the incredible methods of the Villagers, temporary shelters were constructed deep beneath the earth.
Due to the urgency, many people didn't even have room to move, squeezed together like sardines in a can, but as time passed, this situation gradually improved.
There was no other way; compared to humans, the number of Villagers was still too small.
On the surface, Black Watch troops, accompanied by Iron Golems, appeared on the fortress walls after basic repairs.
They stood ready with various weapons, and for a moment, the tense atmosphere was suffocating.
"Morning Star, you are in charge of the overall situation. I grant you the authority to command everyone."
Thankfully, all the coercive institutions on the entire Planet were under Yang Tao's sole authority.
"Understood."
Morning Star immediately assumed the role of commander, constantly issuing various orders through the fortress's local network.
Yang Tao flew into the air, quickly sticking Forbidden Torches and Dark Matter Pedestals all over the city walls.
The Gem of the Body was placed on the pedestals and activated to ensure that as long as the Black Watch were not instantly killed, they would have a chance to survive, thus enhancing their combat capabilities slightly.
Yang Tao took out the Red Matter Fist Sword from his backpack, emptied all the power of faith from his body, and converted some Mutated Iron Golems into Priest Iron Golems.
This would greatly increase their consumption capacity.
Yang Tao looked up at the sky.
The battleship, painted yellow, had already entered the atmosphere, descending like a meteor from the sky and landing not far from the fortress.
A group of Space Marines in yellow power armor emerged in single file from the battleship.
On their shoulders, a red heart was emblazoned, with a drop of red blood beside it.
Members of the Astartes Lamenters Chapter.
Yang Tao: "…"
'Damn it, it's these unlucky fellows!'
The Lamenters were a product of the Cursed Founding; they had inherent genetic defects.
Overall, they suffered from collective depression and felt pity for all living beings. Not only did they have personality defects, but this Chapter's luck was also extremely bad, encountering all sorts of unfortunate events.
Just like now, encountering the Tyranid tendrils…
Yang Tao couldn't bring himself to hate them. If these guys had simply piloted their battleship away, the Tyranids, after discovering his Planet, would definitely not bother with them again.
After all, compared to a Planet full of biomass, a small battleship that could at most carry a few hundred Astartes was nothing.
The reason these yellow cans ran to the Planet was that their saintly heart and depression flared up, and they were ready to fight these damned Tyranids for this Planet with signs of life.
Even if they knew they were outmatched, they were prepared to fight to the end.
Yang Tao flew up into the air and appeared before the Lamenters. Dozens of boltguns were aimed at him, but they did not fire.
"You are…"
A yellow can stepped forward.
A golden-glowing business card flew from Yang Tao's hand. This was a business card he had specially commissioned the blacksmiths to make for the larger Astartes and even larger Primaris Astartes in his spare time.
It was about twenty centimeters long.
"Yang Tao, the ruler of this Planet. Lamenters, regardless of whether we are enemies in the future, at least for now, our enemies are those bugs in the sky!"
"Friend, you are right. I am Marica. We will fight together from now on."
Marica, the Lamenter, did not find anything wrong with Yang Tao's words. The Tyranids were the enemy of all races in the galaxy.
"You must immediately proceed to the fortress; at least there, you will have a chance to survive."
Yang Tao looked up at the sky. The Tyranid hive ship also entered the Planet's atmosphere, but their insect-like Leviathan ship did not land. Instead, it directly extended countless capillary towers to connect to the ground.
The next moment.
The swarm began to appear.
Hormagaunts mixed with Termagants appeared in a frenzy. They had another name: Gun Bugs.
The purpose of Gun Bugs was to make the enemy waste ammunition and then drown them with their own corpses.
Gun Bugs died so quickly and were so cheap to produce that the Hive Queen didn't even bother to design a digestive tract for them, as most of them would die in battle before starving.
But they were indispensable.
Once the defense line was breached, these cannon fodder-like bugs could also inflict devastating blows on ordinary soldiers.
These bugs surged madly towards the fortress, and at the same time, various Tyranid warships began to release floating bugs into the air.
Their bodies were enormous, with many tentacles underneath, and most importantly, on their backs, they had seven or eight 'chimneys' constantly emitting yellowish-green smoke into the air.
Venomthropes.
These were the Tyranids modifying the surrounding environment, allowing the swarm to unleash greater power.
"Since you dared to come, don't leave!"
The battle immediately erupted, dense energy beams and metal projectiles intertwined, forming a scene filled with death.
Thousands of bugs died; these low-tier bugs couldn't even withstand the simplest bullets and were easily torn apart.
They were just there to consume ammunition.
Yang Tao looked up at the massive Tyranid hive ship above, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
However, he first appeared on the city wall, placing down some MK3 energy collectors to prevent the Tyranids from retrieving corpses and converting them into energy to create stronger bugs.
The yellow cans also ascended the fortress walls, and even they, with all their experience, were somewhat bewildered looking at the 'Planetary Defense Force' standing with the strange Iron Men.
'What are these square things? Iron Men?'
The battlefield gave them no time to figure out this question.
They did not launch an attack; based on their extensive experience, the real battle would begin after this wave of bugs was annihilated.
"Everyone, prepare! For the Emperor!!"
"For the Emperor!"
The Black Watch soldiers on the city wall heard the words of these yellow cans and turned to look at them, their expressions becoming somewhat complex.
Not long ago, they too would have shouted such slogans, but now…
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted: "For our God!!"
The Black Watch soldiers paused slightly, and the next moment, a sound reverberated throughout the entire fortress: "For our God!!"
Yang Tao smiled upon hearing this, and the next moment, his body flew into the air, heading directly towards the Tyranid hive ship. He was going to perform a decapitation strike.
Only by doing so could he protect his Planet from the Tyranids.