The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#3442 - The Sosa Trouble

"Surrounding the galaxy... it shouldn't be that bad."

Hearing Sotha's words, Talos also realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Then you must go to Sotha before they arrive."

"That's the idea, but things are more complicated than imagined. The Emperor's Scythe is bound to strengthen its defenses after being attacked. It won't be easy to go to Sotha at this time, and the Hive invasion will definitely provoke a reaction from the Ultramarines. There's too little information about the situation there right now. More importantly, another Craftworld has requested aid from the Court."

As he spoke, Sotha rubbed his forehead with his knuckles.

"Tyranids, Tyranids, I feel like I'm spending half my energy on these damn bugs. If their numbers continue to increase like this, I might really not be able to do anything. I felt something was wrong when the Diocese reported an unusual decrease in the number of Hive fleets, but I didn't expect something to happen in the Ultramar Sector."

"The distance between the two is so far, it may not be related."

"That's what's most worrying. If it's not related to the new Hive Fleet in the Ultramar Sector, then... does this foreshadow something else? I just hope there won't be any more Tyranids. I'd rather fight the Necrons again than entangle with these things. At least I know how to win against the Necrons. Tyranids, they're like a natural disaster, making people feel hopeless, completely belonging to an irresistible force."

Talos then stood up.

"Go ahead and get busy. I won't see those Eldar."

Sotha didn't force it. He nodded and swallowed the last mouthful of wine in his glass, but the originally sweet liquid now seemed so bitter.

Soon, several important ministers of the Court arrived on Ghelan.

"...According to the information gathered by the Rangers, the target can basically be determined. This Tyranid Hive Fleet is very tightly assembled, invading from the eastern part of what the human Imperium refers to as the Ultramar Sector. Before the Hive invasion, a large-scale Genestealer uprising had already broken out in this area, but obviously the human Imperium's suppression was not timely, and the large number of gathered Genestealers undoubtedly guided the Tyranid Hive Fleet. Now they are invading at high speed along this route. This Hive Fleet has a characteristic that is different from previous Tyranid Fleets, that is, their sailing speed is very fast, almost 1.7 times the sailing speed of other Hive Fleets. This is a point worth noting. These creatures are 'learning' lessons. It is currently uncertain whether it is related to the Court's several crusades against them, but it is clear that they are making up for their speed disadvantage. Whether this trend will continue to strengthen remains to be further observed. If you fight this Hive in the future, it may not be as easy as before."

In the huge war room, the golden ball projected a huge star map of the Ultramar Sector on the surrounding white walls, and at this time it can be clearly seen that an evil and twisted tentacle stretched into the star field from the outside. In addition, there are clear images playing in some blank spaces, some are endless biological ships extending to the end of the universe, and some are desperate scenes when the human world is attacked by Tyranids.

A long time ago, at Sotha's suggestion, the Privy Council launched the "Outpost Project", recruiting Rangers from all over the place, establishing outposts on the edge of the galaxy, equipped with the best equipment, even small ships, and even war beasts created by the Druids. So far, there have been more than two thousand outposts active on the edge of the galaxy. They have woven the Court's dynamic perception of the edge of the galaxy. In addition to the Eldar Rangers, some vassal races whose homes are on the edge of the galaxy have also joined the Outpost Project. They can also get intelligence and security support through this project.

Sotha sat in the chair with his arms crossed, looking at the star map with a solemn expression. Then his attention turned to a magnified lens, which should have been taken by the ship's observation equipment. You can see a blue planet like a fallen fruit, surrounded by countless greedy insects. Under the effect of image acceleration, its color is visibly fading. First the green disappeared, then the blue disappeared, and then the white disappeared. When the insects dispersed, only a desolate and dead gray star remained, even with traces of gnawing.

Then the camera adjusted its angle to look into the distance, densely packed, with various shapes, but all with heavy dark red chitinous armor and twisted tentacles, huge mouthparts, and the team they formed even exceeded the upper limit of the distance that the equipment could observe, which means that when their heads are deeply plunged into the flesh and blood of the galaxy, their bodies including their tails are still outside the galaxy, like a small worm drilling into an apple, perhaps this is the true explanation of the "worm" character in the Tyranid.

"...The current statistics of the losses are that a Maiden World has been completely destroyed, but the World Spirit and population have been transferred. There are also three in a state of serious threat, and four vassal races have had to abandon their homes. The diplomatic department is trying to find new homes for them. Currently, they can only live on ships temporarily."

In recent years, the vassal races of the Court have been increasing, but Sotha has basically not asked about this aspect, nor has he met with their representatives, but he can occasionally see the tributes they offer. Veronica would ask more about this aspect.

But now that it has been mentioned, he has to express his position.

"War is ruthless. Try to transfer them to a safe place first. The southeastern part of the Ultramar Sector is estimated to be chaotic for a long time. Go to the north and look for it. After they settle down, send some troops to station nearby, at least to help them through the most difficult time."

"Your Highness is benevolent, I will convey it when I go back."

"Then according to the route..."

Sotha stretched out his hand and continuously zoomed in, zoomed in, and zoomed in on the star map, and finally locked on a star system.

"Is it almost to Sotha?"

After muttering to himself, he turned to look at Dorar.

"Lord Dorar, have the outposts gone to understand the situation of Sotha?"

"Your Highness, because the Emperor's Scythe has received warnings from the front line, their homeworld is in a state of high alert. Nearly a hundred ships are gathered in the star system, and it is difficult for the outposts to directly land and investigate. However, they have all felt an ominous psychic signal coming from Sotha."

In less than three seconds, Sotha guessed the source of the "ominous psychic signal" in Dorar's mouth.

"Genestealers... an Astartes homeworld, how is that possible? If it is to the point where the Rangers can feel it, it means that the number of Genestealers there is already very large. What about the Emperor's Scythe's Librarians? Haven't they discovered this yet? What are they doing?"

Sotha looked at Sotha and felt that things were developing in the worst direction. Facing the vast and terrifying Tyranid Hive Fleet, the Emperor's Scythe had no chance of winning. Now there is such a serious Genestealer threat within them, and they are still in a state of ignorance - regarding the style of the Emperor's Scythe, because of his attention to Sotha, Sotha had specifically learned about it, and it seemed that they and the civilians of the homeworld were in an extremely harmonious or even integrated state.