Father Anthony's metal fingers were interlaced, while his mouth emitted a gloomy binary cackle.
"Ah, yow... Just a little rain and it'll be fine.
I told you, directly killing Tyranid combat units isn't anything impressive. Making the entire Tyranid ecosystem sick forces the bugs to expend massive resources recovering.
You said those bugs had gone berserk, which proves my method was right. My measures truly weakened the Tyranids at their root!"
Li Qinwu nodded. That much was true. Judging from the information sent back from the surface, the Tyranid population had been reduced by more than 40% over the past five months!
Originally, a single Astra Militarum infantry regiment had to hold the line for three days, but now rotations could be carried out every half-day. The battlefield was no longer as extreme as it had been at the start.
But precisely because of this, the Tyranids had gone completely mad. They had committed hundreds of Tyranid Saints, their ultimate ground combat units, all at once in an attempt to end the battle quickly.
Then Father Anthony's expression turned solemn.
"Inquisitor, I need to tell you that you have to resolve this war as soon as possible.
"My Microscopic Warfare is gradually becoming ineffective. Soon, I won't be able to manufacture any newer A Series or B Series viruses."
Li Qinwu's heart sank.
"Why? Haven't you already updated the viruses several times? Keep updating them."
Father Anthony sighed.
"Sir, developing ammunition for Microscopic Warfare requires accumulation on the microscopic level.
"However many microorganism samples I have, I can obtain the traits of certain microorganisms from them, modify them here and there, and create biological viruses targeting the Tyranids.
"Every time your warships visit a planet, I collect that planet's microorganisms in order to accumulate samples.
"But now that Microscopic Warfare