A high mountain.
Utilizing the steep rock walls, a large number of plasteel shields were set up within the crevices of the mountain.
Coupled with dense artillery positions and garrisoned soldiers, this mountain became a natural fortress.
At the very rear and apex of the fortress, inside a cave base dug directly through the mountain, a brilliant green light was emitting a strong signal like a beacon.
This signal was so intense that not only did all the Greenskins on Verolia rush over like madmen, but so did the Tyranid Swarm.
Even in orbit, facing the green glow visible to the naked eye from the planet's surface, the task force Fanros had cobbled together from various allies was locked in fierce battle with other Greenskin fleets from different systems that were rushing out of the Warp, equally driven to madness.
And further away, even the sea of Tyranid Swarm bio-ships was faintly showing its form.
As the pinnacle technological creation gathered by countless 'Meks' of the Octarius Greenskin Empire.
This greenskin crown, capable of suppressing the hive mind, was not only eagerly sought after by the Greenskins, but the Tyranid Swarm, plagued by it, also showed an unusually intense interest in the crown.
Yet, for the humans garrisoned on the ground, this interest from both sides became the despair of having to face both the Greenskin tide and the Tyranid Swarm simultaneously.
Greenskin scrap ships and Tyranid Spore pods crowded as they pierced through the clouds; the mountain, being only a temporary camp, had limited anti-aircraft firepower that could only barely protect the sky above Fanros's experimental base against such a terrifying quantity.
Consequently, many from the Tyranid Swarm and Greenskins were actually able to bypass the defensive line and land directly behind the garrison.
This left the already desperate garrison with no choice but to constantly guard against the enemies behind them.
Another scrap ship, accompanied by sky-filling debris, crashed right onto a machine gun position.
The several Imperial Guardsmen beneath it were instantly turned into pulp, and a dozen excited Greenskin Boyz leaped out from the scrap ship, pouring fire on the surroundings while launching an attack on the garrison from the rear.
And just as the garrison was scrambling to defend against the rear, the final figure from the scrap ship left the already desperate soldiers completely pale.
A Greenskin Boss, clad in heavy steel, shoved aside the Greenskin Boyz blocking his path and stormed out of the scrap ship in a rage.
Nearby garrison troops hurriedly directed heavy fire at him while calling for support from the Astartes, but no sooner had they focused their attention behind them than a dozen Tyranid Hormagaunts charged up from under the plasteel wall.
Sharp arm-blades suddenly pierced through several Mortals, and then, with a screech, they tore them apart, turning the living soldiers who were whole a second ago into a pile of mangled remains.
Even a head that was still mostly intact rolled onto the ground, blinking one last time as it watched its own body being devoured by the Tyranid Swarm...
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