The void seethed with the Great Devourer's shrieks and the roar of the swarm's surging biological energy.
When the enormous wormhole, torn open by countless Narvhals consuming vast quantities of biomass, spat billions of Tyranid units straight into the faces of the Men of Iron Titan Ships, the war instantly degenerated from the art of beyond-visual-range destruction into the most primitive, bloodiest close combat.
Beams of every kind and glowing ion spheres filled almost every inch of space between the two sides in an instant.
These Bio-Pulses and Bio-Ion Cannons unleashed flash after flash.
The cold, smooth hulls of the Men of Iron Titan Ships were soon obscured by these "carpets of flesh," which radiated a frenzied hunger.
In reality, however, the swarm had merely latched onto the Men of Iron's enormous shields and could advance no farther.
The Titan Ships answered with a bloom of death in every direction, leaving no blind spots.
Across their hulls, the silver Nano-Swarm surged outward like an enraged tide. No longer a thin mist, it became a roaring silver tsunami, lunging at the swarms covering them.
Any organism that touched it shriveled in an instant.
The Nano-Swarm had limited carrying capacity. If it broke down entire organisms, it would soon reach that limit.
Simply extracting moisture, however, could deal a lethal blow to organic life.
Once contaminated by Nanomachines, the Tyranid Bio-ships quickly became heaps of desiccated corpses.
For a time, constantly writhing, expanding silver nebulae seemed to surround the Titan Ships. Wherever they passed, the swarm became dehydrated kindling.
Meanwhile, every point-defense weapon system operated at full power.
Rapid-Fire Ion Cannon arrays spewed a nearly continuous blue plasma storm, riddling any flying unit that tried to approach.
Pulse Laser arrays flashed at a staggering rate, precisely picking off elite units with thicker