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Iyandon is on the verge of death.

The last warriors have been assembled to guard the Eternal Loop, and the city has been deemed untouched.

But not entirely.

A young spirit girl walked down the street blankly, looking around, but all she could see was the mutilated corpses of her people and the feasting beasts.

Luckily for the girl, her father's dying psionic abilities made it impossible for these inferior beasts to recognize her existence at the very least.

But the girl is also unfortunate because she has lost everything. She looked at the tragedy before her, but she couldn't even rise to fear. There was only a numbness in her heart. She has lost everything, and maybe death is just relief.

Suddenly, the ground began to vibrate, and a giant beast that belonged only to nightmares appeared in front of the girl's eyes, and her heart, which she thought could no longer fluctuate, ignited the spark of fear again

The beast was so great and terrible that it was hard to describe in words.

The behemoth was six meters tall, its muscular, twisted body draped in a thick layer of chitin armor, and four massive creature scythes protruding from the front of its body. On its back, two ominous muzzles were revealed, in which a green light flashed.

The behemoth was dubbed the Tyranid by the survivors. It is the killing embodiment of the will of the hive, a monster of despair.

The girl, with her survival instincts, hides behind a ruined wall in a vain attempt to escape.

However, it was in vain.

The highly evolved tyrant is different from the lower rippers, and its advanced biological perception system sensitively senses a trace of life.

The tyrant let out a low roar and slowly walked towards its prey.

The ground vibrated violently, and the girl's courage to survive that had just been ignited by fear slowly extinguished again.

She knew her destiny, and like her parents, she would be food for Tyran, and her soul would be devoured by the ravenous beast without entering the endless circuit, with the ancestors.

"Maybe that's a relief, at least I won't be snatched away by subspace."

The girl thought so, intending to meet her death peacefully, but the tears that had dried up fell again.

Why do you have to face such a painful fate? Even though the prophet had taught her to be obedient to her fate, it was still very heavy for a young girl.

The girl closed her eyes, and suddenly, she sensed something across her cheek.

The girl thought it was the beast that was looking for a place in her, and her whole body began to tremble violently.

But she guessed wrong, the hand wiped away her tears, and then left "Close your eyes," a voice said, and then a violent explosion mixed with the crackling sound of lightning pierced her ears.

When she opened her eyes, the girl saw a person in black armor with a smooth appearance and a silver streamer in between.

But the girl had never seen such armor.

At this moment, the armor opened, revealing a face that could almost be said to be completely ungraceful, and the same smile.

But the girl had already reflected this scene in her mind. “…… You, yes, who? ”

"Ah, the humanitarian relief forces. You okay? Where are your parents? We need to get in touch with them quickly. ”

This is the scene when the prophet of Yasian, the little girl at that time, and the non-commissioned officer of the Marine Corps at that time, now the federal military attaché Steven, first met.

Although there is no beauty at all, many years later, these two parties can still feel extremely warm.

"Mr. Sergeant, I haven't seen you for a long time"

Seeing that the little girl from the past was finally a little more mature, but still greeting me with her head down intermittently, I seemed to think of the days when I boarded on Iyan in the past.

"Well, it's been a long time" Then I touched IELTS's head, IELTS's aqua blue hair was very soft, "How did you become a prophet, what are you doing here?" How did Irio feel at ease? ”

IELTS blinked, then looked at the ghost guards behind him.

"Well, let me explain. Actually, the Prophet hasn't graduated yet, but he came out this time because the Prophet foresaw a vague future fragment, and because of this future, the Prophet was very worried, so he planned to go to investigate, and Irio sent this ship because of the war, but he didn't expect to be ambushed by Chaos, thank you very much for coming. ”

I looked at the ghost guards in front of me and asked tentatively, "Is that Miss Rita?" ”

"Yes, you are the brother of the Prophet, just call me Rita."

"Okay, Rita, what kind of future does IELTS see?"

"This ......"

"No, Mr. Sergeant, not yet, you know," IELTS said to me solemnly, with a small face.

Well, given the mystical nature of the Spirit Race, IELTS will definitely tell me when she sees fit.

Then I decided that it would be better to solve the problem at hand first.

"IELTS, we're going to fight together, we're going to drive Chaos out of your ship."

"On that note, Mr. Steven, in fact, according to the Ranger's report, Chaos has seized the energy chamber and we are ready to abandon the ship."

Another Ghost Guard, armed with two large power knives, stepped forward and said, "The rest of the crew has left through the tunnel, but the Prophet insists on destroying the energy chamber before leaving. ”

"No, put, ship, leave it, chaos," IELTS said with a frown.

"Well, then," I didn't expect it to be so bad, "what are your plans?" Do you still need our support? ”

"No, in fact, in addition to you, there are two reinforcements rushing here. Then we'll meet up with the Ranger in charge of surveillance, and attack the energy room directly from the internal pipes of the battleship. ”

"Two?"

"Yes, they are acquaintances of the war witch Waggett and a prince, but there is a small problem."

"How?"

"That acquaintance used to be a nightmare demon."

Even though I don't know much about the Elves, I do know what Nightmare Demons mean.

"Wait, you mean, Prince Irio got a dark eldar executioner?"

The Nightmare Demons, the slaughtering elite of the Dark Eldars, have a knack for killing their own in a way that shows them to be much more indifferent than their kind, but have a unique mastery of the art of killing.

"How was he persuaded to help?"

Rita was about to answer me when a voice as low as scraping steel interrupted her.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be probing too much, human."

A figure dressed in pitch-black fitted armor and a hideous mask on his face, holding a huge battle blade, slowly appeared in the darkness.