048, report to the political commissar, the front station is Tyron (below)

[The last remaining Leman Russ tank's turret spun rapidly.]

[Its roaring engine trembled and buzzed, trying to land a shot on the Tyranid Overlord.]

[However, the massive biological form of the Overlord moved with unimaginable agility, making it difficult to target.]

[The Leman Russ tank could only rely on the brutal firepower of its heavy bolter to momentarily keep the creature at bay.]

[Its tracks crushed countless Tyranid creatures swarming forward—blade-limbed and gun-beast creatures alike.]

[The tank swerved sharply, engaging in a deadly dance with the Tyranid Overlord across the battlefield.]

[The experienced commander of the Flyers Regiment skillfully used the tank's reinforced frontal armor to absorb the enemy's blows.]

[Despite this, the thick armor of the Leman Russ was carved open with horrifying scars by the Tyranid Overlord's savage strikes.]

[You watched the battlefield, your gaze locked on the Leman Russ tank, filled with anxiety.]

[You ordered the remaining heavy weapons squads to fire everything they had at the Overlord, hoping to give the commander a chance to retreat.]

[At that moment, the constantly maneuvering tank's tracks, heavily damaged by the relentless Tyranid assault, began to fail, drastically reducing its speed.]

[The situation was dire. You drew your chainsword and laspistol, determined to lead the last Leman Russ tank into the swarm to rescue the commander.]

[But your deputy, Laurence, along with several soldiers, held you back, restraining you from taking such a reckless action.]

[With all your strength, you raised your laspistol and pressed it to Laurence's forehead.]

[Laurence gritted his teeth and yelled that the 358th Regiment's mission was not yet complete, that the Commissar could not risk himself… even if it meant the commander's death.]

[Your eyes burned with rage, but you couldn't pull the trigger.]

[The sacrifice of the Emperor's soldiers had to be used wisely if the Imperium was to win.]

[Surrounded by a sea of Tyranids, the heavily damaged Leman Russ was finally overturned by the Overlord, crushing many Tyranid beasts beneath it.]

[The monstrous Tyranid Overlord advanced, step by step, as a bloodied figure crawled out of the tank's access hatch.]

[It was the commander of the Flyers Regiment, his face smeared with blood.]

[He climbed onto the overturned tank, holding a boltgun, staring down the approaching Overlord.]

[With a look of steely resolve, the commander fired his boltgun.]

[The booming shots impacted the Overlord's carapace but only left shallow dents.]

[Then, suddenly, the commander turned and shouted a final order towards the distant base.]

[Though the distance was great, his voice cut through the noise of the bolter's roar and the Tyranid screeches.]

["Fire on me! Commissar! Fire on me!"]

[You were powerless to stop this.]

[All you could do was watch as the proud commander marched into his inevitable death.]

["Fire! Fire! Fire—!" The veins in your neck bulged, your eyes bloodshot.]

[In an instant, four laser cannons fired at full power.]

[The terrifying beams of light consumed both the commander and the Overlord in blinding heat.]

[The commander of the 358th Imperial Guard Regiment, Flyers… had given his life for the Emperor.]

[By the seventh week, the void shields protecting the laser cannons trembled and shook.]

[Explosive acidic fluids rained down from above, violently assaulting the already fragile void shields.]

[This was the Tyranid Overlord's revenge.]

[A new, larger, and far deadlier creature appeared on the battlefield: the flame-spewing Mawloc.]

[Inside the base, only a single company of the 358th Regiment's soldiers remained.]

[Nearly all of you were injured, exhausted to the brink of collapse.]

[The endless waves of Tyranids never ceased. Even their brief retreats were only to regroup for the next assault.]

[You sought out the Tech-Priest of the advance squad.]

[You requested that he take the last undamaged aircraft and attempt to contact the Venture light cruiser, calling for orbital bombardment on the entire planet of 'Tyran'.]

[The Tech-Priest hesitated for a moment, urging you to leave with your deputy.]

[The soldiers of the 358th would gladly lay down their lives to cover your retreat.]

[The information on this unknown enemy would be your shield against the Administratum's wrath.]

[Without hesitation, you rejected his offer.]

[An Imperial Commissar does not flee, and the 358th Regiment would never abandon its post.]

[However, your farewell with the Tech-Priest was interrupted by a massive explosion from the sky.]

[The pitch-black night was illuminated as the massive wreckage of the Venture light cruiser rained down like falling stars.]

[Countless Thunderbolt fighters tried to break free into the skies, only to be swarmed and brought down into the ocean by the aerial broods of the Tyranid fleet.]

[At dawn, a smoking escape pod crashed into the center of the base.]

[The lone survivor from the entire fleet was the Adeptus Mechanicus' Magos Vanak.]

[You watched the despair in the eyes of the shattered Magos.]

[Stripped of the ability to cry by his mechanical augmentations, he fell to his knees, releasing a howl of anguish.]

[You remained silent, lost in thought.]

[Beyond your sight, in the void of space, the Imperium had already lost the battle.]

[The complete fall of the planet 'Tyran' was now inevitable. It was only a matter of time.]

[By the eighth week, the atmosphere of the planet 'Tyran' had nearly dissipated.]

[Even the oceans had dried up, exposing the lifeless surface of the planet.]

[Innumerable purple Tyranids swarmed the ground, covering every inch of land.]

[Tendrils of living matter reached toward the sky, connecting with the Tyranid Hive Fleet's massive bioships, their interactions feeding into the fleet's voracious hunger.]

[Anything and everything—sea plants, the corpses of fallen soldiers, even the Tyranids themselves—were liquefied and transformed into biomass.]

[The planet was littered with pools of recycled organic matter, ready to fuel the Tyranid Hive Fleet's next campaign of devastation.]

[The Imperial base had long since fallen.]

[Only a small, unassuming underground cave remained where faint resistance still lingered.]

[With your one remaining arm, you swung your roaring chainsword, slashing through wave after wave of approaching blade-limbed creatures.]

[Nearby, next to a recycling pool, the cruel and cunning Tyranid Overlord stood, watching your final desperate stand as though it were some form of macabre spectacle before its feast.]

[Your mind was blurred, your actions driven purely by instinct as you continued to swing your chainsword.]

[Suddenly, the chainsword's roaring ceased.]

[An ugly blade-limbed creature lunged forward, piercing your chest with its sharp appendages.]

[Blood gushed from your mouth and nose.]

[You were dying.]

[Your blurry vision shifted, locking onto the Tyranid Overlord just outside the cave.]

["Laurence said Pearl Moon was a nice place… Next time..." you muttered through blood-soaked lips.]

["Next time... I'll make sure the 358th Regiment avenges this!" You forced your eyes wide open, determined to sear the image of the Overlord into your memory.]

[With one last effort, you thrust your chainsword deep into the blade creature's maw.]

[In the next moment, more blade creatures poured into the cave, their countless appendages stabbing into your body.]

[You were torn apart, becoming nothing more than biomass for the Tyranids of 'Tyran'.]

[You died.]

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