Beneath the enormous shell lay a sight that could have made anyone with trypophobia faint. Rows of Tyranid ships writhed across the carapace, screeching, twisting, and squirming.
These newborn Tyranid Bio-ships bit through the fleshy membranes enclosing them and crawled out. Their thick tentacles braced against either side of their bodies like arms, then heaved upward, snapping the nutrient umbilical cords attached to them.
After a few minutes in space, their carapaces hardened. Born knowing how to fly, they soon formed a line under the Swarm Consciousness's control and flew into the distance.
The ugly, fleshy ball of a Norn Queen produced over a thousand Tyranid Bio-ships in a single litter. No other race could match that efficiency. If this galaxy had not contained so many powerful enemies, the Tyranids would have devoured it long ago.
A thousand-strong Tyranid fleet would have been a considerable force worthy of attention anywhere-except in the Octarius Sector, because the Orks here were ferocious as hell too.
The battlefield awaiting this newborn Tyranid Swarm fleet could be summed up like this: however quickly they were born, they would die just as quickly.
On Euronia I and Euronia II in the Greenskins' occupied Fengrao Star System, the Greenskins had also built an enormous network of war fortifications.
Each planet had more than a dozen shipyards in synchronous orbit. Ork Mekboys worked there day and night with their Gretchin helpers, sending completed Ork warships to the front.
As the war dragged on, they grew more proficient and their output rose, though they still could not match the Tyranids' mass production.
What offset that numerical advantage was the dense network of Anti-Aircraft Positions on the planets. Fengrao II was the front line, and the Greenskins had covered both its north and south poles with anti-aircraft turrets. Any