On the bridge of the Dawn Messenger, Diplomat Qingliu's face was white as paper as he stared blankly at the blue points of light on the tactical display representing their forces, which were rapidly being devoured. He murmured, "How could this happen... how could this happen... the light of the Greater Good... why would it bring something like this..."
Commander Suisxing's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from fury and helplessness. The game he had so carefully planned had been utterly ruined by a barbarian who had simply overturned the board. His anvil and hammer had both become someone else's meal.
"Retreat..." He forced the word through clenched teeth. "Order every unit still able to move to fall back to the reserve positions! Now!"
But the order could no longer be carried out effectively. The communications channels were filled with warriors' screams, the shrieks of the bugs, and exploding weapons.
Jade VII had become hell in every sense of the word.
And at the very heart of that hell, Big Boss's Justice Enforcer still charged alone. Its pilot, Madeye, had gone completely mad. Looking at the bugs that had suddenly appeared around him, even uglier than Orks, he burst into crazed laughter.
"Come on! All of you! Let's have a party together!!"
He activated every weapon on the mech-chainsaws, rockets, rotary Gauss Cannons... and attacked everything around him indiscriminately, whether Ork or bug.
Liu Zhipeng stood on the bridge of the Lighthouse, watching it all coldly.
His expression had darkened too. The appearance of the Tyranids had been completely beyond his expectations. They were players who had no place in his script.
"Big Boss... what... what do we do?" Sharpfang's voice carried a tremor. Even a veteran of countless battles like him felt a deep, instinctive terror at the