The Hive Mind.
It had no emotions, only the purest primal instinct to devour everything and evolve everything. It was a superorganism composed of trillions of life-forms, spanning the entire galaxy. To it, the war in the Octarius Sector was merely an act of "feeding" for its enormous body.
It sensed it.
Something immense had arrived in Octarius. A new "intruder," one outside its calculations, had come.
The arrival of these reinforcements did not immediately ease the situation.
Quite the opposite. After the initial confusion, the Hive Mind's counterattack came with terrifying speed and precision.
In less than a microsecond, it assessed the threat posed by these reinforcements and immediately deployed the most suitable countermeasures from its inexhaustible "arsenal."
The ground began to shake violently.
A group of biological behemoths, their bodies as large as Titans and brandishing enormous bone scythes-the Flesh Eaters and Tyrants-pushed through countless lesser creatures at the rear of the swarm and lumbered toward the steel Green Tide charging madly at them.
They were the Hive Fleet's heavy siege units, living cannons and mobile fortresses. Their carapaces could withstand most heavy weapons. Their claws and scythes, like battering rams, could easily tear a Leman Russ Tank in half.
Boom!
An Ork battlewagon at the head of the charge was overturned, vehicle and passengers alike, by the enormous claws of a Tyrant that suddenly burst out of the ground! The Ork Boyz aboard did not even have time to scream before the Tyrant's cavernous, meat-grinder maw swallowed them along with the wreckage.
Elsewhere, a rampaging Flesh Eater ignored the dense hail of incoming rounds and smashed its indestructible skull straight into a speeding battlewagon.
Clang-!
With an enormous crash, the battlewagon instantly became a heap of twisted scrap, like a toy struck by a locomotive.
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