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There is only one mission: to achieve final victory.
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Reduce, reduce, reduce—!
The quality is decreasing rapidly!
The neural nodes flickered, and messages of diminishing quality were transmitted layer by layer. This was one of the few lamentations of the Great Devourer.
Reduce! Reduce! Reduce!!!
The Tyrannosaurus roared and struggled to move out of the atmosphere. Their biomass sizzled as it was roasted by the flames. Under the extreme heat, their shells curled up, and their muscles and fat rapidly shrank, turned black, and turned to ash.
There was no way to save the Tyranids, who were burning to ashes on these forty-nine planets.
The message was relayed among the swarm's will, and for a moment, it seemed as if they were frozen in place. Faced with such a massive and devastating defeat, all the Tyranids paused for a moment.
There's no way to undo it.
The next moment, the Tyranids who were still fighting on the ground retreated one after another. The Great Devourer already knew the consequences of victory—that is, to accept the extermination order.
On planets that had already accepted the extermination order, the Great Devourer severed the connections between the still-living Tyranids and the planets.
Among them are even motherships that have already descended into the planet's atmosphere to extract biomass.
After losing their connection to the swarm's consciousness, the Tyranids, roasted by the fire, were completely driven to struggle by their biological instincts. They flailed their limbs wildly, but the flames were merciless. Before true nature, they were nothing more than insects.
The Tyranid fleet began to change course, attempting to withdraw from the battlefield.
however……
In those star sectors that had been completely devoured by Tyrande, the warp space began to fluctuate violently.
A dense array of bows surged forth.
That was a far larger and better-equipped Greenskin fleet than any the Tyranids had encountered before!
Two combat moons, one large and one small, slowly emerged from the subspace, blocking the main retreat route of the Terran fleet.
Ships, countless ships, one, two, three… two hundred and forty-three… seventeen hundred… ten thousand and twenty-three… twenty thousand…
Within these massive fleets, countless enormous asteroids, already devoured by the Tyranids, are also dragged along. Although no trace of Greenskin technology can be seen on them, they still appear eerily strange.
……
After discovering such a large number of greenskin fleets, the entire Terran fleet paused for a moment once again.
Because that's simply impossible.
That doesn't make sense.
It does not conform to the calculation.
That doesn't make sense.
Can this Greenskin empire really support such a large fleet? Based on previous observations of the Greenskins, the formation of such a fleet would require a territory at least two to three times larger than this.
Even if the Great Devourer detected the Greenskins using psionic energy to increase productivity, it would be a drop in the ocean compared to their sheer mass.
Unless... unless...
Hundreds of small escort ships suddenly flew out from the Terran fleet, which was suspended in the void. These escort ships were moving at extreme speed and hurriedly flew towards the star sector behind the fleet.
After passing over one or two seemingly normal galaxies, the Tyranids detected a scene that filled them with despair—if such information could be called despair.
They saw planets that were almost in a state of semi-abandonment, their resources brutally wiped out.
In the heart of this green-skinned empire, most of the star systems were completely undeveloped! There were no defensive bases whatsoever—only land squeezed to its limits, vast stretches of abandoned mines!
The Great Devourers were deceived by the planets, which initially possessed robust defense systems and fierce resistance!
In order to deceive them, the opposing side even went so far as to fake two star sectors with warlords stationed there, just to make the Tyranids believe that this was an ordinary greenskin empire!
But that's not it at all!
In other words, the Underworld Empire invested all of its resources, which comprised most of its territory, into fleet construction—all in an effort to keep the Tyranids trapped in this star system!
The fleet of the Great Devourer remained silent, its biological tentacles continuously transmitting intelligence about the approaching enemy ships. Based on the previous casualty ratio and the current mass ratio of both sides, and given the recent loss of a significant amount of biomass...
Fighting this green-skinned fleet would clearly be a completely unprofitable endeavor.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Tyrannosaurus changed course again and tried to continue his attack on the planet he had just retreated from.
There are still at least a dozen star systems that, in order to deceive Tyrannosaurus, still appear to be rich in resources.
but……
Reality is always exceptionally cruel.
A dozen hours later, on the planet that was about to be captured by the Tyranid concentrated army, the terrifying flames reappeared, and whirlwind torpedoes were launched, plunging planet after planet into a raging inferno.
The Tyranids also tried sending fleets to planets that appeared barren but were still usable by Tyranid standards. However, what filled the Tyranids with even greater despair, and with no chance of victory, was—
Once the Tyranids release their capsules and attempt to deploy troops to these planets, the planet's upper atmosphere will be instantly ignited!
The insectoids, which had not yet reached the land, were instantly reduced to nothingness in the raging flames.
This means that no matter how much they fight, this swarm will only continue to lose quality!
This was Hades's scheme.
As he watched the planets sink into darkness, a smirk appeared on Pluto's lips.
No matter how much this war machine, the Great Devourer and Tyrannosaurus, calculates, it can only choose the plan with the highest probability of victory based on existing experience and data.
Hades then made an exception for it.
Perhaps such a fanatical race doesn't even exist in the data of the Great Devourer. The entire race's development was solely for a mutually destructive war against the Great Devourer.
The Underworld Empire seeks neither racial development nor racial construction, and unlike the Tyranids who sustain their wars through warfare, it develops purely to eliminate them.
If we follow the Tyranids' logic, this massive greenskin fleet should directly conquer other planets, rather than choosing to besiege them.
This would only result in both sides suffering heavy losses and ultimately perishing, which is completely contrary to the laws of racial development.
This is an empire that has no regard for the future.
This is an empire that seeks only war and annihilation!
The swarm's consciousness collapsed at that moment.
Once the collective consciousness dissipates, they immediately scatter.
Hades couldn't help but laugh as he watched the Zerg fleet on the map crumble into pieces. Realizing they were destined to lose too much mass, the Tyranids would choose to scatter and flee in search of a way to survive.
As expected of a race that only seeks development and conquest.
Faced with this situation, even if fighting to the death might offer a way out, and the odds of winning aren't too low, people would simply choose to scatter and flee.
This is simply because, for the Tyranids, they will only choose the path with the least loss of mass.
Glory, nation, survival... For the Terrans, only quality matters!
This is why insects are hard to catch.
Hades sneered.
only……
escape?
Hades realized that there was no way they could escape—give him a damn fight!
What he promised the greens was a super-huge WAAAAAGH!!!
The small battle moon was covered with countless strange sacrificial patterns. At this moment, the battle moon was shimmering with a faint green light, and countless Mag Boys were calculating and praying to the warp for a response.
Countless coordinates were calculated and immediately sent to the nearest greenskin fleet. The three warlords stood at the bow of their ships and led their fleets to immediately encircle and annihilate the Terran fleet that was trying to disperse.
Leviathan, the giant tentacle that split off into countless smaller tentacles, had barely sailed out of one or two star systems when it was immediately besieged by the cheering greenskins.
The scattered Terran fleet was no match for the Greenskins; in an instant, the flesh and blood of countless Terrans flew through the void.
Even more absurdly, since the previous star systems had already been completely devoured by the Great Devourer and could no longer be used,
This means that if the Tyranids truly wish to escape this star system, their fleet size cannot be reduced too much.
Because their remaining biomass must ensure they leave this star system and are able to overcome the planets at the end of their journey.
Only then did the Tyranids truly learn their lesson; they plundered every planet, leaving no chance for them to recover.
This also means that once they are forced to retreat and follow the same path that the Tyranids took before, these Tyranids will no longer be able to obtain supplies!
Previously, in order to ensure the annihilation of the Greenskin Empire, this greedy Terran fleet devoured as many planets on the map as possible that they had conquered.
They reaped what they sowed!
“WAAAAAGH!!!”
The greenskins roared in their counterattack, their beast-headed ships charging wildly into the fleeing Tyrannosaurus fleet.
Hades glanced at the map with a cold smile. On the map, countless small markers of fallen Terran fleets sprang up like mushrooms after rain.
He waited patiently, knowing this would not be the end. He was fighting a rational, unscrupulous race, and once he realized one path was blocked, Tyrion would immediately switch to another.
Hades carefully directed the greenskin fleet to encircle and annihilate the Tyranids—not too few, not too many, leaving no tentacles behind, yet not eliminating enough of them in a short time.
He needs to regroup this Tyrannical fleet.
Hades waited slowly, partly because he couldn't completely wipe out the scattered Terran fleet.
Secondly, because... for Hades, there is more than one real enemy.
Whether to eliminate the Greenskins or to fulfill his promise to lead them in a great battle, Hades must reassemble this Tyranid fleet.
Hades fiddled with the hourglass in his hand, and the sand fell rapidly, even though a considerable amount remained at the top.
Three Terran standard hours later, the Terran fleet was observed to be regrouping.
Huge chunks of flesh and blood were scattered across the starry sky, and the engines of the green-skinned ships roared, almost every one of them stained with Tyrande's blood and acid.
Hades remained silent, waiting. Even after the recent massacre, the combined strength of this Terran fleet was still not to be underestimated—they still had the potential to fight the Greenskin fleet, and even win.
Even with two combat moons, it would be extremely difficult to defeat this Tyrannical fleet at full strength.
However, for the Tyrannosaurus Rex, this will mean paying a heavy price.
Given the current situation, the Tyrannosaurus Rex has already lost. No matter what choices they make, how they fight, or even if they win, it will be a losing proposition.
Perhaps, for the likes of Tyrion, this is the true meaning of failure.
Previously, even if they were defeated, the Tyranids would gain mass, and as long as the mass gained exceeded the waste, it was considered a victory.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex's decisive escape and retreat mechanism can also stop the losses in time, although a small branch will be lost.
But now, the entire Leviathan may be annihilated here!
This is a terrible price to pay; all the mass they had previously consumed in Octareus will be expelled, and even all of their own mass will be transformed into flames in the void.
It's just mass, let the flames transform that mass into energy to illuminate this galaxy! Generously wasted, all turned to ashes!
This is Hades's chess game.
This is a glory that only the Greenskin Empire could achieve.
Yay! That's it!
Chapter 584 He's here, it's here
"They're coming soon."
Inside the command center of Battle Moon, Blake Butcher spoke in a muffled voice, while Magnus, on the other end of the projection communication, waved his hand dramatically.
The Primarch blinked his single eye, gazing at the massive shadowy swarm of insects in the distance. The reassembled Terran fleet was still enormous, enough to wage a fierce battle against the Ork Empire.
After all, their goal in achieving victory was to wipe out every Tyrannosaurus Rex and every Greenskin.
In every battle that followed, the Tyranids would not obtain the biomass they desired; for them, it was simply a war they were destined to lose.
That's really extravagant.
The Primarch clicked his tongue inwardly. The price of this "victory" was the complete abandonment of most of the planets in the Octarius sector, but he had no grounds to blame Hades.
I know this very well, little Oglin. You should trust the great Magnus. If we fail, I will take you with me—I forgive you for the sins you committed due to your shortsightedness.
“No,” Blake said, his tone unusually free of that nauseating green slang.