"Requesting research into the Tyranids / Tyranid's evolutionary path to establish a complete biological technology system."
"Upgrade the Empire's Wetware Module and Thinker System."
Alex saw the MC Dynasty's application.
The Players' ideas were still as imaginative as ever.
"What great ideas."
The Tyranids is indeed the number one in the path of biological evolution.
Using Tyranids / Tyranid's biotechnology to strengthen humanity's Cogitator and wetware is indeed a good idea.
Due to the limitations of the Human brain, the Cogitator's computing power is far inferior to silicon-based chips.
If the computing power and capacity of the Human brain could be enhanced, it might lead to the development of an alternative intelligent technology.
Approved.
Alex approved the MC Dynasty's project,
and also planned to assist the MC Dynasty in acquiring the Tyranids's Norn-Queen and Hive Mind in the upcoming battles.
These two units are key to researching Tyranids biotechnology.
Clang!
A bright bell rang, interrupting Alex's thoughts.
The voice of the Heavenly Elder echoed through all communication channels,
"We have arrived at the target area and are about to jump into Reality."
"... ... ..."
Little Alpaca: "Are we finally here? Is it our turn to go on a rampage now?"
Desert: "My loans!! If there's no more fighting, I'll have to go back to the island to sell coconuts to pay off my debts."
Qi Tingzhang: "Actually, you could also sell hooks."
Brother Pian: "Who? Who wants to sell hooks? Please contact my production company. We'll film it and split the profits fifty-fifty."
Pig Head Strong: "Hook literature is still chasing me."
Warmaster: "Haha, in this battle, the MVP will definitely be our Emperor Niuma Battle Group again."
After the rotation, Warmaster, Tenjiro, and other Players returned to participate in the campaign against the Tyranids / Tyranid.
This was a great opportunity to earn points, and they wouldn't miss it.
Little Fatty: "Dream on, in ground combat, once the mechs are out, who can compete?"
"At the peak of immortals, proudly standing, only with a Zaku can there be heaven!!"
Old Thirteen: "Magic is the true path, everything else is just flashy garbage."
Warmaster: "Old Thirteen, are you getting ahead of yourself?"
"... ... ..."
Amidst the Players' arguments, the barrier between Reality and the Warp opened,
and brilliant, ever-changing light surged out from the rift like a tide.
Battleships, cruisers, missile destroyers, frigates, and other types of Imperial vessels poured out of the Warp,
and immediately upon arrival,
the warships fired at the locked-on bio-ships.
Massed macro-cannon salvos, sweeping lance beams, and dense laser fire illuminated the void.
One massive bio-ship after another was destroyed,
turning into charred wreckage slowly drifting in the void.
"Master, we've received communication from the ground forces; their void shields have been destroyed, and they're about to be wiped out. They hope we can provide support."
Cortana appeared beside Alex, reporting the recently received communication.
"Form a wedge assault formation and tear open the swarm fleet's defense line."
"At all costs, reach orbit above the planet and execute a planetary drop first."
Alex pondered for a moment and then immediately made a decision.
With Xia and the Imperial Glory present, the void battle would surely be victorious, so there was no need to worry.
First, deploy the Players and numerous Imperial forces to the ground battlefield,
to rescue the trapped Imperial citizens and minimize war losses.
The order was quickly relayed,
and the Imperial Fleet formed a conical assault tactical formation,
with the Imperial Glory serving as the spearhead,
thrusting fiercely into the enemy tide.
The swarm fleet's numbers far exceeded the Imperial Fleet's,
but due to tactical issues,
only a very small portion could directly confront the Imperial Fleet.
If those bio-ships fired indiscriminately, they would not only fail to harm the Imperial vessels but also accidentally injure themselves.
The Imperial Fleet advanced relentlessly, achieving an extremely high kill count at minimal cost, leaving countless mutilated corpses in its wake.
Upon reaching the planet's low orbit, Alex issued the combat order.
"Immediate planetary drop, commence ground operations."
...
Feilian Star was a highly industrialized Hive City world.
Numerous factories stood within the magnificent city,
countless industrial machines roared ceaselessly day and night, providing industrial goods to surrounding star systems.
However, the once incredibly prosperous city had now been reduced to ruins.
For Morrison, who had served in the Imperial Guard for many years and was still a corporal, today was undoubtedly a terrible day.
As a member of the Mordian Iron Guard Regiment, Morrison had experienced many battles.
He had seen how hordes of greenskins covering mountains and plains attacked Human lines.
He had experienced the hellish slaughter where brave men and women were torn apart by the sharp limbs of xenos.
He had seen how those fanatical cultists serving the Dark Gods were corrupted and twisted,
and he had even seen the terrifying monsters hidden in the darkness, which could not be discussed casually!!
When his unit was sent to Feilian Star to suppress a local rebellion, he didn't pay much attention.
There were always endless wars and enemies to kill in the galaxy.
However, the subsequent developments caught many Mordians, including him, by surprise.
Upon arriving at Feilian Star, they discovered that the rebellion in the area involved the Tyranids.
A Genestealer cult named the 'Pauper Prince' was inciting Imperial citizens to revolt,
to overthrow the cruel, inefficient, and corrupt Human Empire and build a new world of freedom and democracy.
Imperial communication efficiency was extremely poor, and information exchange between various regions was slow.
Areas that had not experienced Tyranids / Tyranid wars often did not know the specific situation of the Tyranids / Tyranid.
Many natives didn't even know what Genestealer were!!
When they heard that someone would lead them in resistance and give them a better life, they naturally followed along.
Morrison once again recalled the warning his drill sergeant had given him when he left his hometown.
All bad things in the universe always begin with beautiful promises.
Morrison and his comrades had no choice but to forcefully suppress those deluded fools,
and then fight the Genestealer in the streets and alleys of the Hive City.
After many years of development, the Genestealer had already multiplied into a vast population, and they had corrupted many Humans to fight for them.
The fighting between the two sides was extremely fierce,
but relying on powerful firepower and continuous support,
Morrison and his comrades successfully suppressed the rampant Genestealer in the Hive City,
and even managed to kill their Patriarch.
Just as Morrison and his comrades were about to achieve victory, problems arose in the Calixis Sector.
The Colin Family, the largest financial entity in the sector, betrayed the Empire.
They demanded that the Imperial army on Feilian Star join the rebellion,
otherwise, they would cut off supplies and send troops to eliminate them.
Morrison's commanding officer acted decisively; as soon as the enemy's emissary of surrender arrived, he immediately killed the envoy and any wavering officers.
The rebels were enraged by this but could do nothing.
Considering the ongoing ground battle, the rebels did not launch an attack; they merely cut off supplies,
allowing Morrison and his comrades to be besieged and worn down by the xenos on the ground,
planning to let both sides suffer heavy losses and then reap the benefits.
Fortunately, this planet had a considerable amount of reserve supplies,
they endured those isolated and helpless months, waiting for the Imperial loyalists' counterattack against the traitors.
Morrison and his comrades were very happy; the enemies of the Empire would not have a good end.
However, not long after,
even worse news arrived: the swarm fleet had come.
First, the Psyker felt intense pain, screaming continuously, followed by the inability of Astropathic messages to be sent out.
Then it was the ordinary people;
they could no longer sleep peacefully; as soon as they slept, they were plagued by various nightmares.
The orbital cannons gradually fell silent, and the Tyranids swarm seized low orbit.
Countless bio-ships surrounded Feilian Star, like hungry wanderers gazing at a table full of delicacies.
Soon, the Tyranids could no longer resist the urge of hunger and launched an attack on the surface,
That day, the sun was obscured by countless spore sacs, dimming the sky.
Countless shells, pulse lasers, energy lances, and other weapons fired at full power, intercepting the Tyranids's landing.
Explosions and energy radiance illuminated the entire sky,
Tearing apart countless enemies,
But for every Tyranids killed, twenty more replaced it.
Their numbers were endless, like a vast ocean surging towards Feilian Star.
With a thunderous roar, the Tyranids landed and launched an attack on the Imperial forces.
A fierce battle thus erupted.
......
Morrison and others repelled the Tyranids attacks again and again,
Each time leaving behind countless enemy corpses.
But they were still the losing side,
Under the Tyranids's relentless assault, many areas fell,
Countless towering living structures replaced human concrete and steel.
They were pushed step by step into a desperate situation.
The urgent alarm sounded once again.
Having only slept for a short while, the exhausted Morrison injected himself with a stimulant,
Forcing himself to perk up, he quickly grabbed his weapon and ran towards the city wall.
On the way, Morrison saw many soldiers doing the same thing as him,
The faces of everyone were flushed from the stimulant.
Returning to the area his company was responsible for defending,
Morrison once again saw the overwhelming tide of Tyranids.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thousands of giant cannons and towers roared, unleashing endless fury upon the Tyranids tide.
Missiles flew overhead, leaving brilliant contrails,
Autocannons stirred up gusts of sand in the desert,
Shells exploded into intermittent pillars of sand, then were pulled back to the ground by the planet's gravity.
Defensive lasers emitted dazzling light, twisting the air into storm-like currents.
Large amounts of plasma and lasers, combined with the flames from shell explosions, disturbed the air, filling the sky with energy.
Causing unnatural heat disturbances in the Hive City.
Morrison quickly became drenched in sweat,
The stray energy caused crack-like static on his goggles.
The Tyranids / Tyranid tide suffered enormous losses,
Dense swarms of Tyranids / Tyranid were blown up, torn to shreds,
Thrown into the air with dust and flames.
The enemy did not just passively take hits; they quickly organized a counterattack.
Living artillery carried by giant beasts opened fire,
Bio-plasma rained down densely, streaking across the sky,
Giant biological shells landed on the large void shields, their explosions creating ripples.
When the Tyranids / Tyranid tide got close enough, the commander's roar sounded over the comms.
"For the Emperor's great glory, fire."
Morrison raised his gun and fired,
Fighting and killing in the Emperor's name.
They defeated another wave of Tyranids / Tyranid attacks,
But not long after, bad news arrived.
Dozens of Tyranids / Tyranid Lictors and other stealth units, with the help of Genestealer, had infiltrated the Hive City.
They attacked critical areas such as energy piles, central control hubs, and generators.
The defenders expended great effort to expel and kill them, but the Hive City still suffered immense damage,
Especially the generator sets and control centers used to maintain the void shields.
The void shield's glow slowly dissipated, leaving the massive Hive City exposed to the enemy.
Countless flying beasts howled as they swooped down from the sky,
Defensive artillery and towers fired at the sky,
Broken, charred corpses rained down, smashing onto tall buildings and streets,
But many Tyranids / Tyranid still reached the ground or the Hive City' structures, launching attacks on the defenders.
The rope of death was around everyone's neck, needing only to slowly tighten to take their lives.
The final battle began.
The defense line was declared overrun, and citizens cried as they fled,
Only to find nowhere to escape, as hungry Tyranids / Tyranid were everywhere.
Soldiers were cut off in different streets and buildings, being annihilated by the Tyranids / Tyranid bit by bit.
"In the Emperor's name."
Morrison and a dozen companions were trapped near a large cannon,
A Mechanical Priest and his servants were still operating the cannon,
Firing scorching beams at the distant Tyranids / Tyranid.
Morrison and the others were responsible for protecting this Priest,
Every one of them was scarred, yet they continued to fight,
Killing incoming Tyranids / Tyranid by various means, just so that the Priest could fire a few more shots.
But the enemy's numbers were endless, surging forth continuously.
"In the Emperor's name."
Morrison shouted the oath of loyalty, masking his inner fear,
"Come on, before you tear me apart, I can still kill a few more."
Morrison was ready to sacrifice himself,
But fate, at this moment, revealed its capriciousness.
The roar of engines sounded, and gunships with the Imperial Aquila emblem whizzed overhead,
Firing missiles to bomb the flying Tyranids / Tyranid swarms while simultaneously firing at the ground,
Giant multi-barreled bolters spun at high speed.
In just a few seconds, a vast number of enemies were blasted into pieces.
The desperate Morrison and others were thus rescued.
They looked up at the sky and saw countless meteors trailing their tails, falling to the ground,
Making thunderous crashing sounds that shook the earth.
"Are reinforcements here?" Morrison's eyes widened, a sense of relief washing over him.
"Is that an angel?"
His nearby teammate's lips trembled, mumbling as if soul-lost, his expression vacant.
Not far away, the Mechanical Priest maintaining the large cannon also stared intently at the sky,
His tired eyes wide, uttering mechanical whispers.
"By the Gears and Wrenches, what is that thing? Is it an incarnation of the omnissiah?"
Morrison looked up in the direction those people were gazing,
And immediately his eyes widened too; he saw something truly remarkable.
A sun appeared in the sky, piercing through the Tyranids / Tyranid swarm's obstruction, bringing light back.
Wherever it went, Tyranids / Tyranid were cut down by a swinging sword, leaving behind swathes of corpses.
"By the Emperor's throne, is that your angel?"
Not to mention the ordinary soldiers, even the Players looked on with envy, watching the Guide slaughter his way through the Tyranids / Tyranid tide,
His movements graceful and cool, like a true peerless War God.
"That's so f*cking cool! When can we get wings or something?"
"Strongly recommend putting them on the marketplace! We want wings too! We want to kill enemies coolly too!"
"Players are the protagonists! Why is the NPC the one showing off?!"
"I strongly suspect the official team made this game not for the Players, but for the Guide. All the cool equipment goes to him, and all the powerful skills never miss."
"Infuriating and chilling! Are we just supporting characters?"
......
Amidst gazes of adoration, envy, or even jealousy, Alex went on a rampage, taking the opportunity to test his sacred form.
Machinery roared, holy hymns were sung,
Countless ethereal souls whispered divine sounds into the ears of the desperate soldiers.
The Players swarmed to the ground to earn merits.
Little Fatty piloted the latest Zaku Type 03 mech, sweeping through, causing rivers of blood.
The Zaku Type 03 had already begun to take on the form of a Gundam,
Its movements were very fluid, capable of activating energy shields and energy blades,
Although still not stable enough, it was already very powerful.
The Tyranids / Tyranid along the way were no match for them, being slaughtered all the way, scattering in disarray.
Many Players of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group also shouted various slogans, frantically slaughtering the Tyranids / Tyranid on the ground.
The ground battle was fierce, but the key to victory was not on the ground, but in the Warp.
The Imperial Glory, relying on its powerful firepower, tore through the entire Tyranids / Tyranid fleet,
And with one shot, struck the Tyranids / Tyranid Hive Ship, destroying it at the waist, breaking it into two halves.
The Tyranids / Tyranid Hive Ship is a large biological vessel that forms the core of the Hive Fleet.
Acting as a node for the Swarm Consciousness, guiding the surrounding swarm, and also serving as a biological factory for the Tyranids,
After the opponent suffered a devastating blow and the surrounding force field protection was weakened,
Cortana quickly used the authority of the Star God to distort the surrounding space-time, pulling the Hive Fleet into a dimensional rift, thus completing the beheading of the Tyranids.
Deprived of the Hive Fleet's guidance, the bio-ships fell into a panic.
Many smaller bio-ships directly fled.
Those larger bio-ships attempted to connect to the Hive Consciousness, seeking to replace the beheaded Hive Fleet.
However, under Cortana's destruction and obstruction, no bio-ship was able to re-establish a connection with the Swarm Consciousness.
Soon, the bio-fleet collapsed, scattering and fleeing, to be wantonly slaughtered by the Imperial Fleet.
And the vast numbers of Tyranids on the ground also fell into chaos after the Hive Fleet was beheaded.
They no longer fought with the same bravery and fearlessness as before.
Death triggered their biological instincts, causing them to instinctively flee.
The ground battle was thus won.
Imperial forces quickly launched a counter-encirclement, crushing the Tyranids forces in one fell swoop.
"This Thunder Beast belongs to me."
The Warmaster immediately set his sights on the massive creature in the retreating swarm, which looked exactly like the Zerg Ultralisk from StarCraft.
Tyranids / Tyranid store the genetic sequences of every creature they eliminate,
and at the appropriate time, they retrieve them, re-sequence them, and create entirely new unit types.
Therefore, Tyranids possess far more unit types than the Zerg.
This gigantic unit, closely resembling an Ultralisk, was clearly manufactured by the Tyranids to serve as a heavy assault unit.
It possesses exaggerated bio-carapace and thick, sharp fore-claws.
At this moment, this massive Thunder Beast was fleeing.
Having lost control from the Hive Consciousness, biological instinct took over, compelling this giant beast to flee from danger.
It must be said, this Thunder Beast was extremely powerful.
Human military lasers and small bolter rounds striking its body
could only leave slight scorched marks on its thick armor.
Ruins and vehicles blocking its path were easily rammed aside.
The Warmaster activated his propulsion backpack, and the immense thrust sent him flying into the sky.
Then, like a falling meteor, he crashed onto the Thunder Beast's back.
After the high-quality Beast Controller in the Warmaster's hand was activated,
it stood upright like a small spider robot,
piercing through the thick bio-carapace and burrowing into the Thunder Beast's flesh,
searching for its nervous system and releasing neural pulses, attempting to rewrite its biological signal encoding.
[Neural core connected, rewriting biological signals, estimated time: 10min56s]
[1%, 2%, 3%......65%, 66%, 67%...]
The Thunder Beast let out a painful wail, but it continued its desperate rampage.
Ten minutes later, when the progress reached 100%,
the running Thunder Beast crashed to the ground with a thud, its immense inertia causing it to slide forward.
Its massive body crushed the building debris and dilapidated, scorched war vehicles on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
After a moment, the massive Thunder Beast, at the Warmaster's command, shakily stood up.
At first, its movements were clumsy, uncoordinated, swaying precariously, and it almost fell down.
However, after a short while, its movements began to become fluid.
"Cool!" the Warmaster shouted excitedly.
The other members of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group were not idle either.
They were capturing other Tyranids / Tyranid units.
Such as Lictors and Gaunts.
They planned to use these Tyranids / Tyranid units as cannon fodder.
They were readily available, cost-free, and their deaths would not be mourned.
Using them against other alien races was incredibly cost-effective.
Seeing the actions of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group, Players from other Warbands quickly reacted and joined the ranks of slave-capturers.
Once their connection to the Hive Consciousness was severed, these Tyranids / Tyranid became adorable piglets, moving gold coins.
Controlling them with a Beast Controller made them excellent cannon fodder.
Whether for personal use or sale, it was a profit.
"This one belongs to me."
"This is mine."
"In the name of the Imperial Glory, this is ours."
"..."
This battle was not much of a fight.
Instead, the Imperial Glory beheaded the Hive Fleet, causing the Tyranids / Tyranid swarm to collapse.
Thus, an astonishing number of Tyranids / Tyranid remained on the battlefield.
Other Imperial forces, seeing this scene, also belatedly took action.
They could also purchase Beast Controllers.
As long as they caught those bugs, they could also use them as cannon fodder.
Later, when fighting against Chaos Traitors or Xenos,
as long as one person held the controller, those Tyranids / Tyranid could launch fearless charges.
Hordes of Tyranids / Tyranid serving as the Empire's suicide squad,
that sight would surely make the enemies of the Empire's eyes pop out.
"They're actually catching those bugs?"
Morrison looked at the strange actions of the God Chosen, somewhat shocked.
The sense of oppression brought by those Tyranids / Tyranid killing units was so strong,
and now they were reduced to slaves of those reinforcements.
This reinforcement force seemed a bit different from the friendly forces he had encountered before.
......
On the other side,
MC Dynasty obtained the wreckage of the Tyranids / Tyranid Hive Fleet.
Inside, they discovered a main brain as large as a small mountain.
The biological signals surging through the main brain's neurons were as dazzling as the stars.
In addition, they also captured a Norn-Queen.
The Norn-Queen is a reproductive mother,
her task is to analyze acquired biological genes, supplement the gene database,
and find the optimal combinations, then produce entirely new Tyranids / Tyranid units.
When a new design meets the specific needs of the swarm, it will be mass-produced in the hatching nests.
The Norn-Queen also evolves bio-ships specifically based on the cosmic environment to resist harsh void conditions.
It can be said that the Norn-Queen is the commander and scientist of the Tyranids / Tyranid fleet, the core of a Tyranids / Tyranid fleet.
And now, it has fallen into the hands of the Players.
Perhaps she is the first Norn-Queen to be captured by humans.
Even after three Tyranids / Tyranid Wars, humanity had never managed to capture any high-ranking Tyranids / Tyranid.
The probability of a Norn-Queen, as the core unit of the Tyranids / Tyranid fleet, being captured alive was infinitely close to zero.
Cortana's authority severed the Norn-Queen's psychic connection with The Great Devourer, causing her to become listless.
"Immediately install an inhibitor on this beautiful darling. Whether MC Dynasty can overtake others depends entirely on her."
"This time, we've really hit the jackpot."
MC Myth ordered his companions to control the Norn-Queen,
and with great joy, signed a massive loan agreement to obtain ownership of the Hive Fleet.
Just as people were cheering for the easy defeat of the Tyranids / Tyranid, Xia contacted Alex.
"Sage, there are abnormal Warp fluctuations. A fleet is entering this star system, seemingly an Ork fleet invading the Calixis Sector."
Upon receiving Xia's warning, Alex immediately had Cortana transmit all information and data.
After confirming that it was indeed an Ork invasion, Alex immediately issued emergency orders to all forces.
"A fleet is entering Reality, suspected to be Ork forces. All units immediately enter combat status."