Valentine gripped the phase sword in his hand, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Holy worm ...... The Titan-level biochemical beast of the Tyranid Zerg, although as a Titan, this guy is not difficult to deal with, but the Holy Worm in front of him is obviously different from the ordinary Tyranid giant creature monster, his size, speed and armament are far beyond his kind, which is very unusual...... Unless, judging from the experience accumulated in the Setopian War, this is a special individual that has evolved urgently from the will of the swarm.

So here's the problem...... Will the holy worm deliberately evolved by the will of the swarm be difficult and easy to solve?

The fierce cannon fodder tore at the carapace of the holy worm, but the firepower that could have destroyed the sea of insects was completely helpless against the tall war beast, and the secondary brain array exposed to the latter's chitin shell released the hive psionic energy, and neither the beam nor the live bullet could penetrate the green psionic shield.

The Blood Angel Assault Soldier with a flying pack flew up and down, but the bullets and blades of the sword and axe in their hands were completely helpless against the tall monster, and instead, the Holy Worm raised its own biochemical decomposition cannon and fired two clouds of scorching decomposition liquid, directly burning a Predator tank that had no time to dodge to ashes.

Can't wait any longer...... Such a thought flashed through Valentine's mind, and he activated the support button.

Since this bug is not afraid of the current level of firepower, then use even more terrible firepower to burn him to ashes, after all, after so many years of war with Tyrann, Valentine has also learned a very important lesson from the past experience of the Federation.

Firepower is always the most effective way to fight against the insect swarm, and it is much more efficient than mere manpower.

Moreover, not only to kill and injure the living forces of the Tyranids, but also to prevent them from recovering war resources.

The three consuls then cut through the sky and joined the battle.

Since the Hive Will wants to keep us at bay...... Valentine's mind was tumbling with icy anger...... Then let him try.

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Araqir walked through the dimly lit underground passages, two green fires burning in his metal skull, and behind him were the equally silent army of the dead, the green flashes on Gauss's weapons as the only presence that marked them.

Allaqir knew what his allies were capable of, and the Empire aside, the Federation's hatred of Tyranid and their own creative science and technology were enough to accomplish their mission.

Suddenly Allaqir thought of what his tomb technician had done to him.

"You know, my lord, those angels-humans are not our real enemies in this situation. It was only by chance that they were placed in opposition to the Silent King's plans. fate, and their nature to refuse to admit that they are ignorant of what is really going on in the universe.

It's like the Human Empire sees itself as the pinnacle of evolution, and the antithesis of the Tyranids—can you believe that? - They (humans and zergs) are perhaps more similar than they might know. Dovetlan once compared humans to insects. They live in groups. They cannibalize each other. They are alive but have no real knowledge of the past and the future, just to keep their race alive.

And they also build nests. Literally.

It's full of human vermin, and other more depraved life forms, whose settlements are concentrated on industrial and resource points, blatantly abusing the entire world to satisfy their wasteful cycle of war and reproduction. Even the ruling class among them would waste their entire organic life in an area of 10 square kilometers, which is the completely independent and narrow nature of the nest.

In the times we have seen, it is rare to see such a huge structure built by an intelligent race. This is a microcosm of the various characteristics of the human race. Concentrated cells of organic contaminants. ”

Oh, that's funny, but after meeting the Federation, even the most stubborn space necromancer, as long as he still has his sanity, has to admit what humanity would become if he defeated the ignorance that bound them.

Rational and confident, powerful and humble, what a remarkable race, Allaqir knows how terrible his race is, mortals would call the Space Necrons the Reapers, and the Federation, the amazing group of humans, they choose to respect the antiquity and advancement of the Space Necrons, but still retain their pride.

They were indeed entitled to pride, and Allakhil thought that with their 10,000-year-old history, the Federation had achieved so much, that they were able to shape the stars without the help of the chaotic subspace, with science and unity alone, enough to make them gods and complacent, but yet they were always peaceful and humble, and made it their mission to explore the truth among the stars.

The gap between them and their compatriots left in the galaxy is so great that Allaqir wonders if they can be called a whole new race and so on.

But there is no doubt that they are still human, and they have always believed that their compatriots who remain in the galaxy will one day be freed from the bondage of the gods and go their own way.

Allaqir was relieved that he saw hope in the Federation, and that hope, which also existed within the space necromancy, would one day...... The space necrons will be freed from the shackles of metal and return to the universe once more.

By then...... As Al Lakhil thought so, a genestealer appeared in his field of vision, and the filthy beast let out a scream, and countless of his kind poured out from around the tunnel, pounced.

The space necrons will be reborn and will go to greatness.

Make the Space Necrons Great Again!

Allakhil swung his blade and decapitated one of the Stealers with a single blow.

Allaqir didn't know why he had such a strong affection for the Federation, and normally, he shouldn't have any feelings after losing his body, so it was impossible for Allaqir to be driven by such feelings to help the Federation.

So, was it his intellect telling him that this was what he was supposed to do? Perhaps...... Anrakir himself can't be completely sure, after all, the galaxy no longer belongs to the space necromancer, and the original empire of the Death Dreads has long been fragmented and unformed, although no one mentions it, but the space necrons do need allies...... No ally is more reliable than a Federation from beyond the galaxy, and no other race treats space necrons with such respect.

It is also ironic that the various races of the galaxy need the guarantee of the civilization outside the river to achieve strategic mutual trust, and it can also be seen how big the grievances of the various races have been in the long years. So much so that even in the face of Chaos and Tyranny, he would rather choose to connect with the civilizations beyond the river than to join forces.

But whatever the reason, there is only one thing Allakhil knows, and with or without allies, Tyrann, these damned cosmic locusts, they must be destroyed.