The figure of orac moved slowly forward.
The sea of chitinous ships outside the massive fan-shaped sectors on both sides actually retreated slowly as orac advanced.
Under the shock of orac unleashing its full firepower for the first time, the battlefield remained in a long, deathly silence.
Even the hive mind was, for a short time, in a state of being stunned.
So much so that when facing orac, it could only think of ways to pull back, rather than the crowded surging it had done before.
The Imperial Fleet thus sailed towards Terra along the path orac had cleared.
At the same time, every eye on the battlefield, including the Ancient Legions brought out by Sith, looked slightly stiffly toward the front of the battlefield at orac, the single ship that had forced back the sea of chitinous ships.
Not to mention those seeing this scene for the first time, even Van Roth and the others on the bridge who had followed Sith for a long time were completely silent in the face of such power.
They could only stare blankly at the massive ship beneath their feet, the one they had spent so much time with.
They had previously thought orac's combat power would be strong, but they certainly hadn't imagined it would be this strong.
Now, watching the magnificent scene outside the portholes, and the Ecclesiarchy Priests beneath their feet starting to paint fanatically again, wanting to record the image of this single ship forcing back the endless Tyranid Swarm.
And using it once again as ironclad proof of humanity's supremacy.
Only Sith was relatively free, watching this group of Ecclesiarchy Priests, only hoping they wouldn't copy the paintings for the Departmento Munitorum, and then have the Departmento Munitorum print propaganda claiming the Tyranids were vulnerable and that a single Imperial Navy ship was enough to repel the enemy.
The stiff atmosphere on the bridge gradually recovered with the roaring of the cannons from the fleet behind.
But seeing the conventional Imperial warships behind them, after firing a round of Macro Cannons, only managing to blast the enemy Tyranid bio-ships into tatters without destroying them—let alone the exaggeration of clearing a sector in a single volley—
Everyone then withdrew their gaze and sighed with regret.
Conversely, the Tyranids on the opposite side discovered that the vast majority of Imperial warships still looked the way they recognized; the originally sluggish Tyranid Swarm then suddenly retracted their gaze in unison.
In the eyes of many Sol System defenders, a large number of Tyranid creatures even breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Then the Tyranid will immediately adjusted its strategy, no longer approaching orac, but instead mobilizing countless long-range bio-ships that filled the entire void to begin full-scale long-range fire suppression.
Dense acid splashed onto orac's shields, while biological projectiles gathered into a continuous dark cloud, crashing down like wave after wave of a tsunami.
The Tyranid Swarm will had mobilized so many bio-ships that orac not only had to face enemies from the front, back, left, and right, but even above and below, large numbers of Tyranid bio-ships appeared.
From the perspective of the Sith fleet, which was desperately rushing to provide support from the rear, orac was actually wrapped by the boundless Tyranid bio-ships into a giant, constantly expanding sphere.
At this moment, inside the bridge.
Sith could no longer see any void; the entire universe seemed to be filled with bio-ships.
Dense bio-fighters screeched past, accompanied by a large number of boarding spore pods that were circling the warship, looking for an opportunity to board.
Then came the boundless biological projectiles, slamming into this massive ship as if they would never stop.
Their numbers were so dense that even orac's shields couldn't block them 100%, causing the hull to suffer from the tremors of the bombardment from time to time.
If it were an ordinary Imperial warship, even an Emperor-class battleship or a gloriana-class battleship, it would never be able to withstand this kind of offensive and would only be able to try every means to retreat and move away from the battlefield with the support of friendly forces.
But now, orac not only did not evade, but its engines were pushed to the limit as it continued to charge headlong into the Tyranid Swarm.
The large amount of close-defense firepower densely packed on the hull fired dense barrages of tracer rounds directly at the large number of Tyranid bio-units the size of carrier-based aircraft that were screeching past.
And every time the barrage swept past, it brought with it the chain reaction of explosions from nearby biological projectiles, as well as the disintegration and falling of a large number of spore pods and bio-machines.
In addition to this, the giant Gauss Light Lance on the ship's spine switched from light-whip mode to firing mode, using a range that the Tyranids could not possibly dodge to disintegrate Tyranid bio-carriers in the distant void into cosmic dust.
Tremors came from the hull from time to time, and the light from the void shields and the exchange of barrages illuminated the entire bridge.
The crew was busy, and even many marines were mobilized, constantly extinguishing sporadic Tyranid boarding parties, while Van Roth and others surrounded Sith, watching the magnificent scene before them.
"This intensity..."
"The Tyranids have marked orac as the primary threat."
As an Ordo Xenos Inquisitor, Van Roth was naturally extremely knowledgeable about the Tyranids.
Looking at the scene before him, he knew that the Tyranids had once again brought out their usual tactic, choosing to carry out a decapitation strike against the primary threat.
Only previously the decapitation was aimed at a specific person, whereas this time, the decapitation was at the warship level, aimed at a specific vessel.
Just like the Necrons and the Tau Commander that day, although the Tyranids weren't stupid enough to get right in its face, they were forced into a feeling of helplessness by the 'hardness' of this Imperial warship.
"It doesn't matter; the most important thing now is to head to Terra."
Sith looked at the scenery outside the porthole and spoke calmly. Van Roth withdrew from the topic, simply standing straight again, waiting for orac to lead the way and punch a hole through to Terra.
At the same time, he glanced at Sith out of the corner of his eye, some confusion in his eyes.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the closer Sith got to Terra, the more a faint golden light would rise in his eyes.
And this golden light became more and more obvious as the distance decreased.
This scene was only noticed by Van Roth, who was standing close to Sith; even Van Roth was somewhat suspicious.
He could only look at the increasingly closer Terra in the distance, curious about what would happen if Sith really arrived at Terra, in front of the God-Emperor.
While orac was bearing the brunt of the Tyranid siege, in the distance, Terra.
In the command hall deep within the Imperial Palace, the crowd was already watching the scene in the void in the distance with their mouths agape.
Even after urgently installing a batch of observation and aiming equipment, Lysander and the Magos Mechanicus looked simultaneously at the massive biological sphere, and the Gauss Light Lance that pierced through the sphere from time to time, taking out a dozen bio-ships with a single shot.
"This firepower could blast a planet into a moon!"
Lysander swallowed dryly as he watched the scene in the distance.
Meanwhile, on the side, after confirming that the 'Imperator Somnium' inside the sphere was actually stubbornly pushing against the Tyranids and steadily killing its way towards Terra.
The Magos Mechanicus, who should have left and run away with Mars long ago, suddenly withdrew his gaze and straightened his body.
The hunch that had been present due to the war situation was, in an instant, straightened again.
"I must return to Mars immediately."
Lysander, who had been shocked by orac's exaggerated combat power, was stunned. He also withdrew his gaze and stood up straight, his face no longer showing the helplessness of being about to lose his most important ally in sharing the enemy's fire.
Looking at the Magos Mechanicus, his face was even somewhat casual:
"Are you returning to Mars to warp away?"
He wanted to say run away, but facing an important ally, Lysander still spoke more tactfully.
But the Magos Mechanicus on the opposite side, hearing this, widened his single eye, then raised his mechanical staff with annoyance, pointing at orac in the projection:
"Warp away?"
"If I warp away, how can I welcome the Omnissiah?!"
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