Liu Zhipeng calmly surveyed the hellish scene before him. Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face. Everything was going according to his calculations.
"You Boyz on the second line, ready?" he asked coldly over the communicator.
"Ready, boss! Our bags can't wait!" came the Gretchin foreman's shrill, excited voice over the communicator.
"Good." A cold smile curled Liu Zhipeng's lips. "Once we've beaten back the first wave, get out there! Remember! Whether they're ours or the bugs', drag back anything that moves or can still be used!"
"Corpses or parts, doesn't matter!"
The Hive Mind was also calmly analyzing the battlefield with thoughts that outpaced light itself.
The lesser Tyranids, which had been charging blindly like headless flies, suddenly seemed to receive a single unified command. They rapidly withdrew to either side, opening up a broad passage.
Then, squad after squad of larger, more terrifying elite organisms slowly emerged from the purple sea of bugs.
They were Tyranid Warriors, the Hive Mind's "neural nodes" on the battlefield. Their presence brought order to the previously chaotic swarm.
They were Genestealers, masters of stealth and slaughter, their ghostlike figures flickering in and out of sight across the battlefield.
They were Tyrant Guards, living shields whose bodies, encased in the toughest carapaces, could withstand the fiercest bombardment.
Behind them, the ground began to heave violently like rolling waves.
Terrifying creatures resembling enormous worms, known as Digger Serpents, tore through the earth and burst out from underground!
Their arrival meant the battle was about to expand from a flat plane into three dimensions.
Their targets were the rear of the Orks' defensive line! The seemingly safe yet completely unprotected artillery positions and command centers!
Watching those enormous figures spring from the earth like mushrooms after rain, Liu Zhipeng wore a smile that could