After the Brood Tyrant was brought down by an unknown attack, the Broodmind chose to withdraw for the moment and assess the situation.
It micromanaged a large mass of Ripper Swarms to cover the rear while the main force slowly pulled back.
For other factions, an attack wave of tens of thousands might have counted as a major campaign. For the Zerg and Greenskins, though, it was merely a probing reconnaissance.
The results were in. The Space Marines possessed a weapon they had never seen before—a golden streak had shot down the Tyrant. It was simply incomprehensible.
Better to wait. Let the Greenskins or Chaos use more lives to probe them further while it watched from the shadows.
This was a Death Planet. After being ravaged by war, it was practically barren. The swarm's expansion relied mainly on Biomass from other creatures' corpses, and preserving its strength was the wiser choice for now.
After all, it would have to fight the Necrons in the future, and that battle would be nothing but losses.
It knew to commit its strength to more valuable battlefields rather than pointlessly grinding itself into meat against these powerful "Iron Cans."
After the Space Marines cleared away the remaining Ripper Swarms from the battlefield, they began the cleanup. Su Ming summoned Orpheus and Gunnar and showed them his new discovery.
"Is this it?"
The Chaplain's thick fingers pinched the slightly bent and warped bullet. Behind his Skull Mask, his gaze scrutinized the tiny object. He had his suspicions, but he did not voice them, merely asking the obvious question.
Su Ming nodded solemnly. Though he was not even half as tall as the Space Marines, he carried himself like a giant at that moment.
"Yes, Orpheus. This is my new discovery." He took the bullet from