Machine spirit suicide attacks, go!
Most of the vanguard warships had been cleared out, but the main force was still behind them. Kraken truly lived up to its namesake, the monstrous sea beast of the North Sea. Like some gigantic eight-armed octopus, its main force was even larger and denser.
But that was fine!
He didn't just have two hundred and fifty fearless, loyal machine spirits. He would always have two hundred and fifty fearless, loyal machine spirits!
Even the number two hundred and fifty looked pretty good now.
All right, time for the machine spirits to get to work. Two hundred and fifty iron boxes lit up simultaneously, their engines starting as they charged into space from the front of the fleet.
Those iron boxes were packed with explosives, as well as weapon racks and ammunition.
The iron boxes rushed up to the Tyranid fleet and immediately opened fire on its Bio-ships.
Paired streams of bolts poured from their magazines, Melta Guns spat white-hot beams from their muzzles, and missiles flew from their launch racks to strike the Bio-ships' carapaces, blasting them into patches of blazing fire.
The Bio-ships retaliated, of course.
Their biological gun muzzles swung around and sprayed acid at the iron boxes.
When a corrosive acid shot struck an iron box, its crude steel plating immediately smoked, corroded, and hissed.
The two hundred and fifty iron boxes dodged on their own, weaving through the acid fire. They actually looked a little more agile than crew-operated ships.
An endless stream of ships held the front, pouring ammunition into the Tyranid fleet.
Once damaged or surrounded, they charged into the swarm and blew themselves up.
Their last reserves of energy flooded into their engines, overloading them. Their final dance carried them forward at missile speed.
But the iron