Endless swarms of insects poured out of the nebula, dragging the Eldar fleet guarding the world ships of the Ship of Fódla's Ark into the quagmire of war.

At this moment, the swarm that is swimming towards the Ark World is an extremely specialized species specially shaped by Koronia according to the genetic characteristics of the Spirit Race after absorbing and analyzing the spirit corpse fed to it by Russell.

Hundreds of habitable planets that had been drained over the years were now reduced to an inexhaustible supply of biomass, and the bulging transport worms were transported from various hidden galaxies to the mother ship, where they became firewood for the flames of war.

There is actually only one real hive mothership that is expensive to build and complicated, and it is hidden behind the scenes, and it is responsible for the continuous production of combat power for this war, which is a special unit that does not belong to the Tyranid Zerg: the "broodmother" biological mothership of the Thorin protozoa.

The structure of the mother-breeding ship is relatively simple and modular, and there is no genetic engineering master like the Queen of Shaping Worms who can perfectly analyze and edit genetic information, so it is impossible to evolve and create a new type of Zerg unit that is more suitable for the current battlefield according to the changes in the battlefield situation and the new information obtained.

Nursery ships can only produce pre-designed biological weapons according to the storage of several sets of pre-set finished templates. And at the cost of giving up the ability to edit and evolve, the productivity of the mother-brood ship to make biological weapons is very, very high.

To be precise, even Tyranny's biological mothership pales in comparison.

New Adult Battleships are constantly bursting through the Nebula with swarm carrier-based aircraft and large, neatly assembled Scourge missiles, dragging the badly damaged Fódlan's Ark Spirits deeper and deeper into the quagmire of war with their endless numbers.

As time went on, a large number of Elven warriors were silenced in the siege of the bugs, and the scarlet battle line kept shrinking, visually resembling the shrinking circle of poison in a battle royale game.

After paying the heavy casualties and buying enough time, finally, the entire world of Fódlan's Ark completely broke away from the network and came to the real universe.

Several Leviathan giants that no longer had to maintain the gate of the network quickly put away the spirit bone structure on the bow of the ship, and rushed into the battlefield in a hurry.

The grief and hatred of the slaughter of the clan made every Elven warrior on board nearly insane, and not even the war masks could put their angry masters to sleep. If it weren't for the unpredictable and catastrophic consequences of forcibly closing the portal before the Ark World ship could fully return to the real universe, the warriors aboard the Leviathan would never have been able to endure it until now.

And at this moment, they can finally let go and fight.

With the entry of the Leviathan Giant Ship, the one-sided battle situation was quickly stabilized, and when the Ark World Ship was also put into battle, a large number of Nether Constructs that were transferred from the depths of the Ark and other existences that were originally sleeping in the deepest part of the Ark World completely brought the situation of the war back to Fódlan's side.

Because Nether Constructs are essentially dry robots powered by the souls of the dead, rather than living Elves and Zerg units that have all their genes and body structures to fight against Elves, they are quickly defeated in the face of the Netherworld's powerful attack.

But unlike the sparsely populated Spirit Clan, where every death is heartbroken, the insect swarm does not spare casualties, and each Zerg individual is just an unconscious consumable, and after death, the corpse is recovered as raw materials, and it will be made into a new war machine in the brood ship and put into the battlefield, even if 10,000 sword insects are exchanged for a Spirit warrior to be killed.

Even if a significant number of Zerg individuals are killed by hot melt or other highly polluting weapons and cannot recover their corpses, it doesn't matter, the hundreds of worlds that have been drained are the capital of the swarm to fight a long war of attrition.

What's more, the Spirit Clan simply can't withstand consumption.

"Didn't they think about evacuating?"

In the Gray Gu Mothership, Gray Wind sat on the floor in front of Russell's seat, his head resting on his knees, and asked with some puzzlement, "Their losses are too heavy, combined with the low reproductive efficiency of the Spirit Race and the superior quality of the population, such losses are absolutely unacceptable." ”

No matter how high the sunk cost is, it doesn't explain why the Spirit Race would choose to fight to the death against the endless swarm here, that would be irrational.

Russell smiled and kneaded his gray and silver-gray hair into a messy chicken nest with one hand, and then said:

"The Ark World Ship is too large to sail and is not flexible, and it is actually very difficult to evacuate, and it is difficult for them to give up the Ark World where they have lived for generations, just like humans will swear to defend their homeland."

Gray Wind tilted his head, not minding the marshal messing up his hair, but felt that this explanation was still a bit far-fetched and indecisive.

"Of course, this is only an emotional factor, one of many factors."

Russell generously continued, "And also—did you find out?" The Elven Clan's fighting style has become more conservative from before, and they have begun to focus on wandering and defense instead of killing enemies, turning their main combat objective into delaying time. ”

Grey Wind nodded, thinking as he slowly smoothed through his messy hair with his fingers.

"Marshal, you mean to say that the Elves have some means of solving the siege of the swarm? Are they confident in this approach, but do they need time to prepare or implement? ”

It is precisely for this reason that the Spirit Clan did not choose to evacuate but fought to the death, delaying time for the activation of that last resort?

"Who knows? But I feel the same. Russell was noncommittal.

His instincts had been accurate since he had awakened his psionic powers, and this time it was probably accurate.

In the scarlet starry sky, the war between the swarm and the spirit clan is still ongoing, and ships take off from the Ark World ship every moment, carrying the newly mobilized warriors to the battlefield. Although the swarm is defeated by special units such as Nether Constructs, they can afford to lose, and can be killed and die forever.

Russell slowly raised his head, his gaze through the flames of war, through the special psionic stealth field and fully loaded shields, staring at the huge ring machinery hovering over the Ark World Ship, which was accumulating energy.

It was a weapon of destruction known as the Colossus, built to a size larger than the Titan Ships of the Stars, and it had only one purpose: Star Destroyer.

The same colossus is equipped with different Star Destroyer weapons, and the Colossus made by Russell is equipped with:

Colossus Weapon: Intelligence-reducing beam

Turning his gaze away from the Colossus weapon, Russell refocused his gaze on the Eldar warriors who were fighting bloodied in the swarm.

In a few moments, he was going to go to the Ark World in person to clear the obstacles to the launch of the Colossus, but Russell was still a little confused at this time.

"I'm waiting for the Colossus to be charged, what are you waiting for?"