After receiving the patriarch's psychic reconnaissance, Dinar had roughly formed a plan for dealing with the invaders. Their direction would ultimately lead them to the largest gathering point within the massive pipes, where the vast space could support a large-scale battle.
"Moore, Shito, take the ordinary clansmen to the gathering point and set up an ambush. The space there is open and suitable for combat. You two will be responsible for holding the invaders back once they arrive.
"I'll lead the remaining elite clansmen in a surprise attack. We must wipe out these damned invaders. If any of them escape, they'll gather more invaders to attack our territory."
As he walked, Dinar spoke to several high-ranking Genestealers beside him.
The ordinary clansmen Dinar referred to were third-generation and lower hybrid Genestealers. These hybrid Genestealers already looked increasingly human and were not much different from ordinary people in appearance, though their physical abilities were far superior.
Only their bald Big Heads were rather conspicuous. However, in the Imperium, where even drinking water was difficult to obtain, many ordinary people were unwilling to keep hair. Without hair, there was no need to maintain it, allowing these Genestealers to blend well into human society.
The clan experts Dinar referred to were the first- and second-generation Genestealers. Their bodies and appearances remained relatively close to those of the Tyranids, and their powerful monomolecular claws possessed astonishing lethality.
"Bishop, everything will be arranged according to your orders."
Several high-ranking members of the Genestealer Cult respectfully replied to Dinar.
"Go prepare. Those invaders will soon enter our territory."
"Yes."
Under Dinar's arrangements, the Genestealers hidden in the pipes beneath the massive industrial city began to move. Large numbers of ordinary Genestealers carried gunpowder rifles toward the gathering point. The primary weapons on this planet were still