At the Purestrain Genestealer's command, the Genestealers and aberrants that had been struggling amid the flames and smoke suddenly surged out as if injected with adrenaline—from every direction, through holes in the floors, cracks in the walls, and even ventilation ducts.
They no longer cared about the searing flames or choking smoke. Their scarlet compound eyes locked onto the Astra Militarum soldier spewing fire. In an instant, the entire rear half of the area seemed to come alive as countless twisted figures, roaring and shrieking, flooded toward the Players like a tide.
The Players' firepower was suddenly not enough to hold them back. No matter how abundant the Lasgun energy or how swiftly their machetes swung, they still struggled against this nearly endless "human-wave tactic." After all, while they could revive indefinitely, their total number was still capped at fewer than thirty.
If these Genestealers had stuck to conventional warfare and slowly worn them down, they would have inevitably been ground to death in the end.
Naturally, the Purestrain Genestealer immediately changed its tactical plan upon seeing the Flamer Trooper. It decided to mobilize everything and kill him at all costs. Of course, the Players had their own way of dealing with such an all-out assault.
During this prolonged street battle, the Players, who had each died more than a dozen times on average, had been forced to learn how to communicate through looks and gestures. In such a chaotic and dangerous environment, speaking was not only too slow for passing information, but also likely to alert the enemy. Most of the time, they would end up being chopped into mince by ambushing Genestealers.
Joker, standing at the very front, merely patted his waist. That simple, concealed gesture was immediately understood by the other Players. They grasped his meaning and