"Abaddon, please remember, I will make the following arrangements..."

"The speed of the Tyranid swarm's invasion is accelerating. At least three legions are needed to barely stop the Tyranid invasion. At the same time, the war with the Tau Empire should be concluded as soon as possible."

"The Necrons' civil war may start soon. We will need at least 2 to 4 legions to fight against them."

"There is hope that the Eldar will form an alliance with us, especially the Death Army. We only need one legion to defend against the Eldar."

"As for Chaos, the Chaos threat will be left to Lorgar, Magnus, and Sanguinius."

"The threat from orcs and other alien races will also require at least two legions."

Horus was now the Warmaster of the Empire, the most visible military commander, second only to the Emperor and Malcador.

In fact, Horus is very anxious now, because the empire is now surrounded by enemies and there are too many places that need to be defended.

Countless alien races wanted to tear a piece of flesh from the Empire. This was the first time Horus faced such a difficult situation.

At this moment, he couldn't help but admire the Robert brothers in this world. Such a crappy country was actually doing quite well under Robert's governance.

At present, the threat from Tyranids is the greatest, because the Leviathan fleet has entered the Ultramar sector and several planets have fallen.

Currently, the Empire is desperately piling up warships, and thousands of combat robot warships and star destroyers have been sent to fight a war of attrition with the Leviathan fleet.

Fortunately, because there were enough warships, the number of combat robots almost exceeded that of the Leviathan fleet.

..............................

A huge fleet consisting of countless Confederation warships and Star Destroyers gathered at the edge of the galaxy, with their engine nozzles flashing blue ion light, like a steel forest suspended in the cold universe.

Admiral Reynard stood on the bridge of the Avenger Star Destroyer, staring through the panoramic observation window at the disturbing shadow in the distance. It was the approaching Leviathan fleet of the Tyranids.

"All units report combat readiness." Reynard's voice echoed in the fleet communication channel.

"TIE Fighter Squadron in position."

"X-wing fighters ready."

“The robot fighter formation system is online.”

Replies came one after another. Leonard's eyes swept across the tactical hologram, which was densely marked with the power comparison between the two sides.

The number of Tyranid biological warships is suffocating. Those behemoths that are like living continents are surrounded by tens of thousands of biological fighters, like a group of hungry piranhas surrounding a whale.

"Commander, the enemy's forwards are within range." the tactical officer reported.

Reynard took a deep breath and said, "Act as planned. All carrier-based aircraft attack, No. 2 formation. May the Emperor be with us."

Major Corell sat in the cockpit of his X-wing fighter, his fingers sliding quickly across the control panel, completing a final systems check.

His call sign was "Razor One" and he commanded the 127th Starfighter Squadron, the "Razor" Squadron.

Looking through the cockpit, he could see the creepy biological warships ahead of him, their surfaces covered with chitinous shells, with blood vessel-like veins pulsating on their surfaces, emitting a sickly fluorescent light.

"All members of the Razor Squadron, remember your training." Corell opened the squadron channel, "These bugs look scary, but they will die. Maintain formation, target weak points, and send them to see their Creator."

"Roger that, sir," replied his wingman pilot, the young clone CT-7821.

The countdown flashed on Corell's display: 10...9...8...

"Prepare to engage the enemy!" The fleet commander's shout rang out in the headsets of all pilots.

7 ... 6 ... 5 ...

Corell felt his throat tighten. He had fought in dozens of battles, but never had he faced an enemy so large and so unfamiliar.

4 ... 3 ... 2 ...

He swallowed, fingers hovering over the weapon controls.

1 ...

“Fight!”

Fifteen thousand human fighter planes spread out like a swarm of angry wasps, dividing into hundreds of teams and rushing towards the Tyranid biological warships.

The scream of the TIE fighters, the roar of the X-wing engines and the cold electronic sounds of the robot fighters intertwined to play the prelude to this space battle.

"Razor Squadron, follow me!"

Corell pulled the joystick, and his X-wing fighter rolled deftly, avoiding the first wave of acid spores ejected from the bio-warship.

Those green goo blobs solidified in the vacuum, forming a deadly barrage.

Jack locked onto a cruiser-class biological battleship, which was three kilometers long and covered with pulsating vesicles and bone spurs.

"Concentrate fire on its front ganglion! Prepare proton torpedoes!"

Six X-wing fighters formed a wedge formation and followed Jack towards the target.

The chitin armor on the surface of the biological battleship suddenly cracked, revealing dozens of nozzles that spewed out dense acidic spores.

“Evasive action!”

Corell yelled, yanking the joystick all the way to the left.

His X-wing flipped almost vertically, a cloud of acid brushing against the wing.

Behind him, a TIE fighter failed to dodge in time and was hit by acid in its engine, instantly turning into a fireball.

“Oh my god…”

The comrade's voice trembled in the communicator.

"Keep calm!" Jack snapped. "Remember the training! R5, give me a torpedo lock!"

His astromech droid R5 let out a series of rapid beeps, indicating that the lock was complete.

"Razor Squadron, volley!"

Six proton torpedoes whizzed out of the launch tubes of the X-wing fighter, dragging blue ion trails straight towards the biological battleship.

The torpedo accurately hit the ganglion in front of the target, causing a series of violent explosions.

The surface tissue of the biological battleship was torn apart, and yellow body fluid gushed out like a fountain, quickly solidifying in the vacuum.

"Hit the target!" Corell shouted excitedly, "That guy is finished!"

But the joy of victory was short-lived. The damaged biological warship suddenly twitched violently and then exploded from the inside.

Thousands of bio-fighters, like a cross between enlarged insects and manta rays, were swarming out of the corpses.

"Attention all units!" the fleet commander warned, "The enemy has released a swarm of biological fighters!"

The entire battlefield instantly became more chaotic. The human fighters had to disperse and fight with these amazingly maneuverable biological fighters.

Corell saw a TIE fighter surrounded by three bio-fighters, and despite the pilot's desperate fightback, it was eventually torn to pieces.

"Stay in formation! Don't get split by them!"

Corell ordered, blasting an approaching biofighter into pieces with his laser cannon.

When the thing died, it let out a creepy scream that seemed to be able to directly vibrate people's nerves even in the mediumless space.

In the center of the battlefield, an Imperial Star Destroyer, the Punisher, was bombarding a smaller biological warship with its turbolaser array.

Each volley left charred scars on the living beast.

But the biological battleship was not to be outdone. One of its tentacles suddenly extended, wrapped around the hull of the Star Destroyer, and began to secrete corrosive liquid.

"Avengers, this is Razor One," Jack called urgently, "Punisher needs support!"

"Received, Razor One. Prepare to provide covering fire." Admiral Reynard's voice was calm and firm.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was illuminated by a dazzling light.

The main gun of the Avenger Star Destroyer opened fire.

Eight heavy turbolaser cannons fired simultaneously, and the energy beams converged into a destructive spear of light, directly hitting the biological battleship that was attacking the "Punisher".

The scene was unforgettable. The chitinous shell of the biological battleship was vaporized first, and then the internal tissue was instantly carbonized by the high temperature.

The entire battleship exploded like a punctured balloon, and a mixture of debris and body fluids splashed throughout space.

"Well done!" Corell couldn't help cheering. But the victory was short-lived - more biological warships were approaching, and they seemed endless.

"All fighters, attention," Admiral Reynard's voice sounded again, "The enemy's main force is breaking through our left wing. The 3rd, 7th and 9th fighter groups will go to intercept immediately."

Jack checked the tactical map and found that there was indeed a huge gap on the left wing.

Three Leviathan-class super biological battleships, each of which is twenty kilometers long, are leading dozens of smaller battleships to break through the defense line.

"Razor Squadron, change course, mark coordinates to Alpha-9," Jack ordered, "We have to hold them off until the heavy gunboats are in place."

"Sir, that's almost a suicide mission." said the team member nervously.

“That’s why we’re here, soldier,” Kriel replied, his voice firm with determination. “Stay with me.”

The six X-wing fighters turned to a new course, heading towards the terrifying fleet of creatures.

Corell felt the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He knew the chances of survival were slim, but this was war, and someone had to be on the front line.

As they approached their target, the sight before them was enough to daunt even the bravest of pilots.

The three Leviathan warships were like floating living cities, their surfaces covered with weapon holes and hatching pods. Tens of thousands of biological fighters formed a protective net around them, like a nebula of death.

"Emperor..." Jack prayed softly, then pressed the communication button firmly: "Razor Squadron, attack formation Delta-4. Concentrate fire on the starboard side of the leading battleship. R5, prepare all torpedoes."

He knew this might be his last fight, but as an Imperial pilot, Kriel was ready to give his all for the Empire.

He pushed the throttle, and the X-wing fighter accelerated towards the shadow of death, and the laser cannon began to spit out angry flames...

After suffering heavy blows from human fighter groups, the Tyranid biological fleet quickly adjusted its tactics.

Countless holes suddenly appeared on the surface of those huge Leviathan-class biological warships, and hundreds of sticky organic sacs, which were biological boarding bays, were ejected like honeycombs.

These boarding pods resemble giant insect eggs, covered in a hard chitinous carapace and filled with bloodthirsty Tyranid warriors.

They cut through the void at astonishing speed, roaring towards the nearest Star Destroyer.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Biological boarding bays are attacking!" the sensor officer on the bridge screamed.

"All close-in defense turrets, open fire immediately!" Captain Coles ordered sternly.

In an instant, the turbolaser cannons and point defense turrets on the surface of the Star Destroyer fired wildly, and the blazing laser beams intertwined into a web of death in the dark space.

One after another, the boarding pods were blown up in mid-air before approaching the hull, and the shattered organic fragments flew everywhere like raindrops.

However, there were too many Tyranid boarding pods, and more than a dozen of them still broke through the firepower network and smashed heavily into the armored hull of the Punisher.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A dull thumping sound echoed inside the ship, followed by a hair-raising tearing sound. Sharp chitin drills extended from the tips of the boarding bays, which pierced through the alloy armor of the Star Destroyer and tore hideous cracks in the bulkheads.

The piercing alarm sounded throughout the Star Destroyer, and scarlet battle lights flashed in the corridors.

"Attention all combatants! Zerg have breached D-7, E-3, and F-12 areas! Repeat, Zerg have boarded the ship!"

Clone Commander CT-7721 "Anvil" immediately led his squad toward the nearest invasion point.

The tactical HUD in his helmet constantly updated the Zerg's position, while the communication channel was filled with hurried reports from other teams.

"Zerg encountered in Area A! Requesting support!"

"Area C is lost! Repeat, Area C is lost!"

"There are too many of them! We need heavy firepower!"

The clone team quickly established a defense line in the cross corridor of area D-7. The sound of blaster charging was particularly clear in the silent cabin.

Suddenly, there was a creepy **scratching** sound coming from the ventilation duct ahead.

"**They're coming!**" a clone trooper growled.

The next second, the metal cover of the ventilation duct was knocked away by a brute force, and several Tyranid Zerg vanguard soldiers, the Knife Bugs, poured out like a tide.

They look like a twisted hybrid of a mantis and a beetle, with long limbs, forelimbs evolved into sharp bone blades, and corrosive saliva dripping from their mouths.

"Fire!" roared the anvil.

The scarlet beam of the blaster instantly tore through the air, and several knife worms in the front row were directly blown to pieces. The yellow-green body fluids splashed on the cabin wall, making a "sizzling" corrosion sound.

However, more Zerg warriors continued to pour in, ignoring casualties and charging madly over the corpses of their own kind.

"Reload! Cover me!" a clone trooper shouted, his blaster temporarily unable to fire because he had run out of bullets.

Anvil immediately filled the position and blew up the head of a knife worm that was rushing towards him with a shot, but another Zerg had already taken the opportunity to leap up and pierced his chest with a bone blade!