Liu Zhipeng calmly watched the hellish scene before him. His face remained utterly unmoved. Everything was within his calculations.
"Boyz on the second level, are you ready?" he asked coldly into the communicator.
"Ready, Boss! Our bags can't wait anymore!" A sharp, excited Gretchin foreman's voice came through the communicator.
"Good." A cold smile curled Liu Zhipeng's lips. "Once the first wave is pushed back, get to work! Remember! Whether they're ours or the bugs', as long as they can move or be used, drag them back!"
"Bodies and parts alike!"
The Hive Mind was also calmly analyzing the battlefield with thoughts faster than light.
The lowly Tyranids, who had previously charged forward like headless flies, suddenly seemed to receive a single command. They swiftly retreated to both sides, opening up a wide passage.
Then, squad after squad of larger, more terrifying elite units slowly emerged from the purple sea of Tyranids.
They were Tyranid Warriors, the Hive Mind's "neural nodes" on the battlefield. Their presence brought order to the once-chaotic swarm.
They were Genestealers, masters of stealth and slaughter, their ghostly forms flickering in and out across the battlefield.
They were Tyrant Guard, living shields whose bodies, formed from the toughest carapaces, could withstand the fiercest bombardment.
Behind them, the earth began to heave violently like waves.
Monstrous creatures known as Trygons, resembling colossal worms, tore through the ground and burst up from below!
Their arrival meant the battlefield was about to shift from two dimensions to three.
Their targets were behind the Ork lines! The artillery positions and command centers that seemed safe but were utterly undefended!
Watching the gigantic forms erupt from the ground like bamboo shoots after rain, a smile called "delight" appeared on Liu Zhipeng's huge green face for the first time.
"Good timing."
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