Massive amounts of debris were dragged down by gravity, piercing through the clouds and crashing into the densely packed Tyranid Swarm.
A vast number of the Tyranid Swarm were crushed by their own bio-ships, yet the number of the Tyranid Swarm did not decrease. Instead, those massive bio-ship remains were rapidly converted into even more of the Tyranid Swarm by the Tyranid spores on the ground.
Then, like an ocean bolstered by a sea breeze, an even more ferocious Tyranid Swarm surged toward the Hive City.
But this time, what greeted the Tyranid Swarm was no longer continuous artillery fire, but a Light Lance that forced its way into the ground, ignoring the siege of the bio-ships!
As if performing a planetary cleansing, Fanros, who cared not a whit for Omiya III, used a large-scale extermination weapon on the ground without hesitation.
Sith, who had been pushed back step by step by the Tyranid Swarm, watched as the last batch of soldiers and civilians boarded the transport ship. He turned to look at the Tyranid Swarm frantically climbing up the Hive City beneath his feet, dropped a beacon, and then boarded the transport aircraft himself.
Accompanied by the roar of jet engines, beneath him was the howling Tyranid Swarm frantically submerging the Tower Top, and above him was the sword-class frigate, which had completed repairs and was now docked in orbit.
Shortly after Sith moved away from the Hive City, a row of flashes erupted from the broadside in orbit, and several macro-cannons struck the Tower Top of the Hive City.
Violent explosions accompanied the chitinous Tyranid Swarm flying through the sky. The surging Tyranid Swarm paused for a moment; above them, the boundless Hive City was falling with a thunderous crash, blotting out the sky.
And as the Hive City fell, a massive Cyclonic Torpedo slammed into the ground.
Sith's transport ship entered the small fleet in orbit, which consisted of one sword-class frigate, one Cobra-class destroyer, four light frigates, and several more armed merchant ships.
The crisp sound of power-armored boots stepping onto the deck rang out. The Black Watch, densely arranged on the deck, and the battle-hardened recruits who had officially completed their training, suddenly stood at attention with a sharp 'crack'.
In the starry sky outside the deck's porthole, the continent of Omiya III was constantly cracking, and dense magma gushed from the underground, submerging the endless Tyranid Swarm upon it.
"My Lord, Inquisitor Fanros of the Inquisition is waiting to communicate with you."
Entering the bridge, Yuwa, who had been waiting for a long time, spoke immediately. She was no longer wearing her previous noble attire but had changed into the officer uniform belonging to the Black Watch, and was now fully responsible for Sith's logistical management.
Looking at Fanros, who had been waiting early on the other end of the communication, Sith realized by now that the other party must have known his identity.
After all, as long as one could see that Sith bore both the blessing of the God-Emperor and the blessing of Khorne, one would think of the prophecy that the God-Emperor had deliberately released some time ago.
This prophecy, apart from endorsing Sith's identity to prevent him from being hunted by his own people, could also be considered a form of recognition.
As an Inquisitor, Fanros was no stranger to the Warp and Chaos; in fact, he was intimately familiar with them.
Therefore, unlike Kairo, who needed many clues to deduce it, Fanros realized it almost instantly.
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