It took six more months to travel the sector and squash the last remaining Ork invasions, while also gathering my dispersed Lanter Auxilia divisions and Aspirants, then reviewing their combat records.
More ships and troops arrived from the reconquered Tau , which dug deep under the ground to erge right inside the human cities, and then allowed millions of smaller warforms to climb through the resulting tunnels.
The surprise evolution was nasty, since there weren't many possible defenses against such a threat. Sure, I couldn and did intervene with the tesseract and rescued most of the endangered locals, then expelled in the invaders into the sun...but any other commander would have a difficult job holding the line. Necron tesseracts were the ultimate cheat, and the Tyranids had yet to adapt to this trick.
With a wary soul, I gathered my troops and sped towards Vitria, using the travel ti to repair and rearm our vehicles and munitions.
Although the defense of Satys was successful, we have consud half of the total ammunition reserves and lost a few percents of our forces, even a couple of Knights and Baneblades.
As soon as the Tyranids reached lee range, the battlefield beca a slaughter field, since fighting off five-ter tall bugs with scythe claws wasn't that easy, not even for Astartes.
However, I did manage to capture a thousand Tyranid biotitans for myself, and by the ti we reached Vitria I had them mindshackled to my Necron control rod.
The Aspirants were given the task of painting each of them in the yellow colors of the Lanters, then inscribe them with Auxilia markings, such that our troops would be able to distinguish the xeno auxiliaries from the feral Tyranids.
A dozen Ordo Xenos Inquisitors gathered to observe the bravery of the Lanter Aspirants, and debate how heretic my actions were.
anwhile, I just rode a captured Zooantrope, using it as a levitating mount and direct the Aspirants to paint a less visible spot. "Here, behind the ear too!" I demanded like a building inspector.
"... I don't think that's an ear, my lord." Aspirant Giordi muttered while climbing over spikes and thorns to reach the unpainted spot.
I shrugged and floated towards the next biotitan. "Make the bleeding heart larger! And more red!" I ordered on a whim.
My Aspirant rolled his eyes and obeyed without comnt. What? The bleeding heart was the heraldry of the Lanters, right there in the Codex.
A loud bolter shot filled the room, and then my flying Tyranid crashed to the floor, brains leaking from a fist-sized hole.
I turned towards Sister Bella and her smoking gun.
"Noooo! You killed Kenny!" I wailed in fake despair.
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