Beyond the Man River, north of Twin Peaks Mountain, lies a hidden canyon isolated by wind and snow.
This is the forbidden area of Brevis Ice Plain, the legendary slumbering place of the Dragon of Frost.
Now, it is a breeding ground for blasphemy.
Deep within the canyon lies a massive void, its interior completely transformed by Rena's consciousness.
Chitin covered the rock walls, viscous biomass flowed on the ground, and a putrid stench filled the air.
This is Rena's "experimental circle".
"The thirty-seventh batch of samples has been released."
The voice of the Divine Emissary One echoed through the cave.
He stood on a high platform, his pale purple bald head gleaming faintly in the dim light, the pulsating lines of his brain faintly visible.
Below, hundreds of Frost Soldier are lining up to walk towards a huge cultivation pool.
The pool was piled with Orks corpses salvaged from the battlefield, along with stinking, still-wriggling pieces of fungus.
The Frost Soldier leaped into the pool and began to devour.
The sounds of eating filled the air, but there was no sense of satisfaction that comes with biological feeding; only endless hunger.
Most of the Frost Soldier showed no change after consuming the Orks spores, but after a while...
Starting from the abdomen, some green fungus spread rapidly.
The Frost Soldier gradually slipped out of Rena's control and became irritable and belligerent.
They might even use the Tyranids's strange vocal organs to produce piercing sounds.
"Waaaagh!"
The moment the sound was uttered, it was crushed by the god on the stage using Psychic Power, turning into a pile of liquid.
The Divine Emissary One watched all of this with indifference.
"Batch 37, tolerance rate 7%, surviving individuals marked, sent to the next round of screening."
Several divine messengers nearby began to act.
Holding some kind of biomass probe, they pierced the bodies of surviving Frost Soldier, extracted tissue samples, and conducted a synchronized analysis of their consciousness with Rena Number Two in their minds.
This is the most primitive and also the most effective breeding method.
Let the Tyranids devour things that are difficult to "digest," and then select the genes that can adapt through death and survival.
Then, the thirty-eighth batch began, and the experiments never stopped.
By the seventh day, the number of Frost Soldier' corpses piled up beside the cultivation pool had exceeded 30,000.
However, the latest batch of Frost Soldier produced showed significant changes.
Its body became more robust, its originally slender skeleton became thicker, its chitinous carapace thickened, and its color gradually changed from cyan to dark blue.
The most obvious change is in the mouthparts, where a grinding jaw has evolved specifically for crushing fungi.
"Batch 142, tolerability rate: 19%."
For the first time, the voice of the Divine Emissary One showed a fluctuation; it was Rena's expression of satisfaction transmitted via the internet.
Name: Frost Soldier II.
"The efficiency of digesting Orks spores has been increased by 500%, allowing for rapid recovery from injuries on the battlefield by consuming Orks."
"Deploy it to the battlefield and collect real-world combat data."
Outside the canyon, 100,000 Frost Soldier marched in formation towards the icy plains.
Meanwhile, in another cave, an even more secretive evolution is underway.
The culture tanks here are much smaller than those outside, but what hatches in them are not ordinary Frost Soldier, but Lictor embryos.
Lictor's role was clear from the beginning: assassination!
Even a regular Lictor is terrifying enough.
Its over four-meter-long body is covered in color-changing armor, enabling perfect optical cloaking, and its forelimbs' scythe-like claws can tear through Terminator Armour in one strike.
Decapitation strikes are always important when dealing with the Orks.
Orks lack scouting and vigilance, and are basically defenseless against assassins because they simply don't care about such things.
But in war, they naturally give rise to "bosses," those bigger, ruthless, and more capable fighters.
Once there's a leader, the Waaagh! Field will be regenerated.
Therefore, Lictor's existence is particularly important, as he is responsible for finding and killing individuals who "have the potential to become the boss."
"Icefield-specific Lictor, first batch."
The Divine Emissary Three, the elder in charge of specialized cultivation, stood by the pool, looking at the twelve cultivation tanks.
Twelve still-dormant Lictor floated in the jar; they were slightly smaller than ordinary Lictor.
But the proportions of its limbs are even more exaggerated, and the tips of its claws have an eerie icy blue sheen.
The Divine Emissary Three began to describe their special characteristics.
"First, when the body temperature is completely synchronized with the environment, thermal imaging cannot capture it."
Second, the surface layer of the carapace has evolved, making optical camouflage more suitable for snowy backgrounds.
"Third, neurotoxins can be injected into the glands of the forepaws, which can paralyze most of the nervous system of Orks within three seconds."
Fourth, the brain implant possesses a 'leader recognition algorithm' that can automatically locate the individual with the strongest Waaagh! Field within the Orks group.
After gaining Rena's approval, the twelve Lictor awoke from their culture tanks and opened their compound eyes.
Soon, rumors began to circulate about hunters on the ice plains who specialized in hunting down large Orks men.
The savages called them Brevis.
Assassin.
The tide of battle on the ice field began to turn rapidly.
In the first week Second-Generation Frost Soldier was deployed to the battlefield, the Orks suffered casualties at a rate that doubled.
They no longer just charge; now they actively pursue, surround, and intercept.
Wounded Frost Soldier would retreat to the rear, tear at the Orks corpses a few times, and then their wounds would heal at a visible speed before they charged back into the battlefield.
What terrifies the Orks even more are the unseen killers.
A burly man who had just slain dozens of Frost Soldier stood atop a pile of corpses, roaring as he prepared to summon more of his underlings to charge.
Suddenly, its roar stopped abruptly.
The Orks next to him turned around and saw an ice-blue bone spur stuck in his neck. His body began to convulse violently, and he collapsed to the ground three seconds later.
There were no enemies around, only a purple eye pattern that suddenly appeared on the snow.
The Assassin never failed in their assassinations.
Within a month, hundreds of established Orks settlements on the Brevis Ice Plain were eradicated.
The remaining Orks began to retreat deeper into the icy wilderness, back to areas even the savages were unwilling to venture into.
Furthermore, as the Mekboy Boys continued to die, the Orks ' technological level began to decline.
Those Orks tanks, mechs, and cannons that once gave humanity headaches were gradually abandoned because no one knew how to repair or build them.
The remaining Orks began to revert to their most primitive form, covered in tattoos, wielding only machetes, and fighting with their muscles and brute force.
The Snakebites emerged.
This is the most primitive and savage clan among the Orks.
They have an extreme distrust of complex technological products.
They considered those loud gunshots to be the stuff of weaklings, far less reliable than the broadsword in their hands and the giant beasts beside them.
They also scoffed at the technological creations of other Orks.
Lynn's strategic objectives have been largely achieved.