At the defensive position.
"Spread out! Everyone, spread out!"
"We're about to teleport. Don't get bogged down in fighting. Destroy all fixed weapons, then prepare for teleportation!"
As the infantry at the position fiercely exchanged fire with the attacking enemy, officers roared their orders over the communications channels.
The soldiers immediately began destroying their heavy weapons, strapping explosives to the fixed armaments and blowing them up.
Once that was done, the soldiers immediately spread out to any safe location, ensuring that after teleportation, positional deviations would not turn two people into one.
While the soldiers prepared for teleportation, officers of regimental commander rank had already entered the Leman Russ Tanks.
"Teleportation will begin shortly."
When the alert sounded over the communications channel, everyone's protection device activated, and barriers enveloped their bodies.
"3."
"2."
"1."
When the countdown ended, everyone and all equipment of the First Legion were teleported into the lower hive. Not even the drones were left behind; these soulless machines were actually easier to teleport.
Everyone vanished so suddenly that the attackers failed to react at all, continuing to assault the position for another two minutes before gradually ceasing fire.
Then the attacking soldiers occupied the position with ease—utterly effortless.
But everyone clearly understood that this was only a temporary victory. What awaited them next might be a terrifying assault.
Stinger, remotely commanding the battle from within the Hive City spire, did not immediately issue orders. Instead, he closed his eyes and unleashed his Psychic Power with all his strength.
A prophecy played out before his eyes.
As his subordinates remained uneasy, countless energy rifts opened behind them. Soldiers and tanks gradually materialized, then launched a savage counterattack.
The counterattack did not come from outside the position, but from behind the entire front line established by the vanguard.