The patriarch, directing the battle from the center of the ruined buildings, watched the front line gradually begin to collapse. His face instantly darkened, and he immediately let out an angry roar:
"For the great Four-Armed Emperor!"
As the patriarch's shout rang out, he leaped from the towering building. When he landed, his body shone with blue psychic light, causing his speed to surge as he charged toward the battlefield like a bolt of lightning.
"Do not retreat! Everyone, hold the line!" the patriarch shouted as he ran.
Large numbers of Genestealers also rushed out from the buildings. There were a hundred first-generation Genestealers and several hundred second-generation Genestealers.
These Genestealers swiftly followed behind the patriarch and charged at the Orks with him. Their powerful legs allowed them to keep pace with the Genestealer Cult patriarch.
On the frontline position, a high-ranking Genestealer watched as the Orks were about to break through his defenses. Filled with rage, he shouted at the soldiers:
"We cannot retreat! We must defend this position to the death!"
Encouraged by the high-ranking Genestealer, the Genestealers who had been on the verge of collapse rallied once more. They raised their weapons and attacked the Orks charging into their position again.
"Waaaaaagh!"
Suddenly, an excited roar came from behind the high-ranking Genestealer. Having been fully focused on commanding the battle, he had never expected an Ork to successfully charge deep into the position.
The high-ranking Genestealer wanted to turn and defend himself, but his body simply could not perform such a difficult movement. He could only wait quietly for death to arrive.
"Crackle!"
At that moment, a streak of dark-blue lightning shot through the sky like a blue meteor, flying straight toward the high-ranking Genestealer's side.
In the blink of an eye, the lightning accurately struck the