The Brood's blood was somewhat corrosive. With no gravity in space, severed Brood limbs floated everywhere. If their blood splashed onto someone, it would corrode technological equipment, posing an enormous threat to the Nova Corps.
Daisy heard two loud explosions over the comm channel. Nova Corps soldiers had detonated their helmets in desperate moments, taking the enemy down with them.
"Die!" Daisy wielded her axe and longsword in an impenetrable blur, but she was not a machine and could not avoid every opening. In a moment of carelessness, a piranha-like bug bit down on her hand.
Her defense had been breached, and she could only unleash repeated bursts of energy to drive back the attackers.
"Ma'am, fall back!" With her help, the rear defensive fortifications had finally been rebuilt. Shi'ar and Xandarian soldiers kept calling to her. Daisy did not insist on playing the hero; Heat Rays crisscrossed the battlefield, clearing out every enemy in sight before she returned behind the line to recover her strength.
Twenty-seven seconds later, the defensive line could no longer hold. She rallied again to buy everyone time, then abandoned the passageway entrance at the forty-fourth second and led everyone deeper inside to set up new defenses.
No matter how solid a defensive line was, it would be shattered in a single charge by the tide-like Brood. She could only lead the remaining soldiers back again and again.
Those following her in setting up defenses included soldiers and former Knowhere prisoners. Of the three thousand people, seventy percent had died. There were no wounded; every wounded soldier had chosen to perish alongside the enemy. From the passageway entrance to the command center, Knowhere Base 5 was a complete wreck.
She was now leading people in defending the command center. Every clerical worker had gone to