Inside the temporary command post Forbidden Wall late at night, the dim yellow light illuminated Lynn's tired face.
He leaned back in his office chair, put down the last Dataslate in his hand, and raised his hand to rub his temples.
Seeing this, Rena very considerately used her forelimbs to massage Lynn's scalp.
The desk was piled high with all sorts of reports and documents.
Most of them were insignificant, but the urgent food ration notice sent by Carter from the main hive, with its red lettering, was particularly glaring.
The inscription read that the Governor's Office's grain reserves were only enough to support the Vanguard and the savage refugees for two and a half months.
Lynn looked at the reports and sighed softly.
Since he took over as governor of Brevis, he has been plagued by food problems.
Fighting the Orks requires food supplies, settling the Savages requires food supplies, and "mass-producing troops" also requires food supplies. Brevis's food shortage is more serious than he imagined.
Just then, a clear, cold female voice rang in Lynn's ear.
With a hint of satisfaction at completing the task, and a barely perceptible desire to claim credit:
"The divine messenger has arrived. Snow Claw and Ice Fang have begun storing food as requested. Their people are very obedient."
Lynn reached out and gently removed the little creature from her head, her fingertips lightly brushing against its cool shell.
"Well done, Rena."
His voice was deep and gentle, filled with undisguised praise.
Rena seemed to enjoy the compliment; the mini- Ripper's compound eyes narrowed, and pink bubbles appeared above its head.
That was her way of expressing "pleasure," an emotion transmitted through the system link, as soft as a ball of cotton, gently enveloping Lynn's consciousness.
Lynn had gotten used to her "reward system," and she would do this every time she praised her.
Like a cat whose chin has been scratched, gentle and cute, it's a stark contrast to the cold and bloodthirsty image of the Tyranids, making them seem like completely different "insects".
Continuing to stroke the Ripper, Lynn asked again:
"How's the research and development going at the new unit on Rena Number Two?"
Rena fell into a brief silence as she synchronized her consciousness with Rena Number Two, sharing the Zerg swarm's research data.
Just two seconds later, her voice rang out again, this time with a more serious tone:
"The gene sequence is basically stable, and the genes of the Ice-Ridge Land Beast and the Wild Man have been fully developed."
However, the claim that this technology can safely digest Orks spores is still unstable and requires more Orks samples for practical testing.
Lynn nodded, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes; this was exactly the result he wanted.
The spores of the Orks are the most troublesome problem. As long as there are even a few spores left, new Ork Boyz can be born in no time.
Even the ferocious Tyranids have these troubles.
But once this problem is overcome, it means they will have a continuous supply of biomass!
More importantly, the Tyranids's fighting style is perfectly suited to counter the Orks.
Because the Tyranids playstyle is genetically-based, while the Orks ' Power of Belief is more physical-based.
The Tyranids can effectively slow down the progress of the Orks' technology, although the Tyranids cannot utilize the Orks ' genes.
This was a plan he had prepared from the very beginning.
The research on the new unit did not begin with the sacrifice at Twin Peaks Mountain.
Since more than a month ago, when the Snow Claw Clan's cavalry ambushed his guard.
Rena Number Two then used the remains of Ice-Ridge Land Beast and Savages recovered from the battlefield to extract their genetic sequences and study new swarm units adapted to the ice field environment.
That twin-peaked iceberg was never a stage set up to "receive the envoy," but rather a "myth verification center" he prepared for the Rena Swarm.
The Dragon of Frost is the outer shell, a mythical symbol used to intimidate the savages of the Ice Plains; the Tyranids are the core, the true source of power.
By sacrificing biological resources through savages, the insect swarm will produce "divine warriors."
Providing the Savages with the power to fight the Orks is a perfect trade, and a perfect closed loop.
But now, this closed loop is being blocked by the food problem.
Lynn opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the grain report on the table again, and he sighed softly:
" Rena, what we need most right now is food."
"Supporting soldiers, supporting refugees, raising insect swarms—everything requires food."
The miniature Ripper lightly brushed his fingertips with its antennae, its cool voice carrying an air of matter-of-fact:
"It's simple, just keep exploiting those nobles."
Lynn looked at the little one in her palm and couldn't help but smile, the weariness in her eyes fading considerably.
Rena had already seen through his thoughts.
He did indeed intend to take action against those nobles, but now was not the time.
Lynn gently tapped her little head, her voice tinged with a hint of helplessness:
"I'd like to, but right now, we need to deal with that tail first." Lynn's tone gradually turned cold.
"It's not very convenient to act from the main nest..."
Rena's compound eyes narrowed, flashing with a cold killing intent; she knew, of course, who Lynn was talking about.
The Inquisitor lurking in the shadows, Sorine Wimlot.
She was like a persistent evil spirit, always lurking near the Forbidden Wall, watching Lynn's every move.
Lynn sensed Rena's murderous intent and continued stroking her carapace to soothe her emotions.
He knew that Sorine was a ticking time bomb, and as long as she was still around, he had to be extremely careful with every move he made, without revealing any flaws.
He must deal with this tail first before he can act against the nobles of the Hive City without any scruples, and only then can he completely solve the food shortage problem in Brevis.
The two men, exuding a terrifying killing intent, pondered how to deal with the Inquisitor.
In the Forbidden Wall, the wind and snow subsided slightly, and sunlight filtered through the thick clouds, falling on the snow and reflecting a faint glow.
Lynn was sitting in front of the sand table in the command post, reviewing the reorganization plan for the next batch of rotating troops.
His fingers slid lightly across the sand table, outlining the defensive positions of the Forbidden Wall, while he occasionally exchanged tactical deployments with his staff.
Just then, Rena's voice suddenly rang in his mind, tinged with surprise:
"That Inquisitor has left the Forbidden Wall and headed towards the main hive."
Lynn's fingers suddenly paused, stopping on the icy area of the sand table, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.