As they looked at their boss, a little dusty and bedraggled but otherwise unscathed, heartfelt admiration spread across every face.
Without losing a single soldier, he had buried an entire elite Genestealer nest alive, along with their "big boss."
Who else in the entire universe besides their boss, Tooth Puller, could have dreamed up a way of fighting so full of "wisdom" and "artistry"?!
Far above them on the distant surface, Face-Rippa Grakka was being driven to distraction by a squad of Genestealers that had suddenly emerged from the shadows. The damned little things were as slippery as eels, and their attacks were fast and vicious. Even he had suffered several wounds of varying depth from their elusive strikes.
But just as he was about to lose his temper and activate the "ultimate overload" mode on his two massive chainaxes, chopping those damned flies and the entire surrounding block to pieces...
The Genestealers, previously so well coordinated and disciplined in their advances and retreats, suddenly seemed to have their souls ripped out. All their movements instantly became stiff and chaotic.
Some even abandoned their attacks and began wandering in bewildered circles.
"Huh?" Grakka froze for a moment.
Then an utterly cruel grin spread across his savage face.
"WAAAGH!"
Roaring and swinging his massive axes, he charged like a whirlwind of death into the Genestealers, now nothing more than lambs to the slaughter, and unleashed a storm of purple blood and flesh.
He had no idea what had happened. All he knew was to chop first and ask questions later.
Over the next few weeks, Liu Zhipeng and his Tunnel Rat Boyz became the deadliest reapers stalking the underground world. Using all manner of dirty tricks that the Orks had never heard of and the Tyranids had never seen, they sent