But this was no problem at all for a Primarch. With a clear objective in mind, Fang Ping only needed to extend his Psionic perception to pick out clues from the state of the entire asteroid field. Without much effort, an assault team of three miniature Transport Ships
followed a curved trajectory and rapidly closed in on the target asteroid.
"How are things on the ground? Have we managed to contain the Dragon Soul army?" Governor Conskate asked with a frown.
"Well... Your Excellency Governor, our forces are working to steadily restrict the enemy's movements. I'm confident we'll have results soon." General Davico's forehead glistened with sweat.
Conskate frowned slightly. "And the outer-space defense center? Have they found anything useful? How did the enemy penetrate the Hyperspace Blocking Force Field? Have they compiled any intelligence on it?"
"Currently, we've detected a Space-Time Rift that has already closed, about 0.1 light-seconds from the Rukado planet." The General was sweating profusely, but could only manage a halting reply:
"Our technicians are investigating the rift in reverse, trying to determine how the enemy tore through the blocking field."
Governor Conskate watched the war unfolding across the Holographic Projection, his face dark and his mind in turmoil.
He knew the frontline troops and their generals weren't entirely to blame for their incompetence. The technological gap between the Tyranids and Dragon Soul was simply too vast. They might not be so primitive as to mistake the Empire's technology for sorcery,
but even when confronted with things that defied common sense, Tyranid scientists often struggled just to understand the principles behind the enemy's technology.
And in practice, the two sides' combat capabilities differed enormously. According to intelligence analysts, every Dragon Soul human was a Psionicist, and their natural talent was even greater than that of the