Forget it. Just fight.
Small fry, small fry, small fry.
Before Lin En could react, the officers of the Lamenters, Flesh Tearers, and Blood Knights scattered, charging out as though they had been pumped full of stimulants.
No matter how many directions it split its forces into, they would cut down every wave that came. They would sever every last one of its tendrils!
It had come to invade their Bolomite out of nowhere. It clearly had no idea who was in charge here. Apparently, the lessons taught to Leviathan and Behemoth had not been enough.
Its main fleets had already been wiped out, but plenty of Tyranid splinter fleets still remained in the galaxy.
Damn it. One day, they would kill every last one of those beasts still lurking in the galaxy.
Left behind in the meeting room, Lin En said, "?"
"Move, everyone, move-!!! Protect Lord Lin En-!!!"
The rallying cry spread, and the entire planet sprang into action.
Everyone was bursting with motivation.
The civilians might have been afraid if told to fight the Tyranids, but tell them to protect Lord Lin En, and they would charge forward as though pumped full of stimulants.
Lord Lin En had given them a home, houses and food, happiness-everything.
So they would defend their happy new home to the death!
The industrial district went into full operation. Every department worked overtime, producing weapons, ammunition, warships, and equipment at full capacity.
Iron Hammer oversaw it all. He stood atop the industrial district's command tower as production-line data raced across the screens, his orders ringing out throughout the district.
Every production line ran at full throttle, all converted to military manufacturing. The machines never stopped, day or night. Workers rotated through three shifts around the clock, and the workshop lights never