"No problem, I get it." To make sure he pressed the firing button with perfect precision, Hols even transformed into an Aeldari, using lightning-fast reflexes for a simple firing operation...
The Swarm Consciousness brought all its Tyranid Fleets forward. It even cautiously made a few tactical arrangements: the fleet in the center slowly withdrew, drawing the Ork warships into continuing their charge, while the fleets on either flank closed in.
They would entangle the Ork warships with their bodies and slow them down, then the fleet in the center would turn back and strike, completing the encirclement.
With such overwhelming numbers and formation, victory would surely belong to it once the maneuver succeeded.
The Orks' gigantic warship disappeared? Other observation points sent this intelligence to the Swarm Consciousness. Had it fled? Or was it coming to reinforce them? The Swarm Consciousness knew about Ork teleportation technology, but even their teleportation had range limits.
The Tyranid Swarm's database held no record of anything teleporting from a planet's synchronous orbit all the way to the current battlefield.
Sure enough, the Swarm Consciousness observed the gigantic Ork warship teleport three times in succession. Yet it seemed to have gone off course, leaving it an hour's travel from the battlefield. That level of reliability was perfectly reasonable for Ork technology.
An hour was enough for the Tyranid Fleets to cripple the Ork fleet.
Beneath the brilliant river of stars, a streak of mingled gold and green light tore through the darkness-and through the Swarm Consciousness's three Tyranid Fleets, lined up in a row.
The Swarm Consciousness suddenly felt its thoughts freeze, as though it had died once. When it came to again, the images transmitted by the few surviving Tyranid Bio-ships froze its thoughts for several more seconds.
Its seemingly invincible, enormous fleet was