++ Thoughts of the Day: Thoughts without faith will eventually fall. ++

The first to appear is a large number of xenomorphs, wild animals that originally lived on this planet, xenomorphs mutated after being infected by the Tyranid genes. The Tyranid are able to hatch highly psionic Zerg individuals who can control intelligent creatures with their minds in a split second.

"Save ammo!" The Inquisitor roared, and she leaped into the tunnel, waving her ripping claws like a whirlwind, powerful claw blades easily crushing the roaring animals. Everyone drew their melee blades, but Su Jing moved faster than any of them, and he gracefully walked on the cave wall and stepped into the beast's lair. The twin blades on his arms ignited a thousand-degree flame, easily tearing apart a huge spider, and then turned into a flame and rushed towards the cave.

"Get down."

Su Jing's calm voice reached everyone's ears, and without any hesitation, everyone immediately fell to the ground.

Su Jing took a deep breath, and deep in his throat, a bright ball of blazing light began to condense. With a roar, an endless stream of flame erupted from his mouth, spreading inward down the narrow tunnel. The heat of the dragon flame burned the oxygen and hydrogen in the air, and in the deeper part of the cavern, countless wild xenomorphs were reduced to charcoal.

The flow of the flame even reached the lowest level of the cavern. At the edge of a digester, the tall figure of the insect lord stood silently. When the flame breath flowed here, it only turned the alien head slightly, and seemed to react to it.

The digester is arguably the foundation of the Tyranid biological equipment. Zerg biomass facilities require a large amount of organic matter biomass. And this is where the looted material is finally digested. The small, round, rippling worms that eat large quantities scrambled into the digester, allowing the digester to turn them into the most basic nutrients without resistance. These nutrients then pour into the incubator along the pipes, giving birth to new Zerg, forming an endless cycle.

The Tyranid style is like this cycle, and a Tyranid army that has conquered a planet will also be broken down into basic energy when it is recovered from the mothership. For Hive Will, there is no difference between "warrior" and "ammunition". Except for some of the most elite and powerful Zerg Lords, they have unique irreplaceability, such as the "Lord of the Swarm".

The insect lord pondered silently. The four green compound eyes shone with a wise and calm light.

Its age is unknown, and there is a theory that it is as old as the entire history of the Tyranids. The Bugmaster is not simply a "tyrant" type node creature. To be precise. It is a Zerg commander who is constantly reincarnated. It is known as the "King of the Tyrants of Domination", "Herald of the Great Devourer", and "The Destroyer of the Kahala Empire...... Each time it dies in battle, the hive network will reclaim its intelligence and give it new troops and new missions. In endless rebirths. It became the most dangerous and cunning hive commander.

This undead beast that has been reincarnated for thousands of years of life will only appear in situations that cannot be solved by brute force alone (this is rare for the Tyranid Zerg). Perform the most stealthy tasks. The name of this great enemy of all beings alone. You can get an entire group of Space Marines to come and strangle.

Outwardly, it is taller than an ordinary "tyrant". Unlike some tyrants who are accustomed to using ranged weapons, thousands of years of combat have allowed it to evolve its own fighting style. Its limbs end in four serrated bone blades, each inlaid with a crystal, and the energy of the crystal coats its bone blade with a field of energy that can destroy all matter. Even the strongest armor can't stop it from a single blow, and those lucky enough to see it in battle can only describe it as a "lightning storm of slashes and parries".

It doesn't need any other fancy weapons, just its own bone blade.

The place where the Worm Lord is standing now looks like an ancient ruin. After weeks of digging underground, the stealthy hive force finally found their target. Its turquoise eyes swept the emblems of gears and cyborg skeletons across the walls, and swept aside the shattered power armor on the ground with its knuckles.

This ruin resembles an old experimental base abandoned by the Mechanics, which has been buried on this planet for hundreds of years. If Progaste Judge had been present, he might have remembered some of the planet's secret destroyed documents. About a secret invasion on this planet, and the original biological prosthetic modification experiments that were going on on this planet.

The insect lord's claws stepped over the ancient corpses and some strange paw prints on the steel floor, and a faint eight-pointed star drawn in blood could be seen on the walls—the insect lord was familiar with this symbol, it was the evil mark of an evil thing that belonged to the subspace. The endless madness of the subspace of Chaos Demons is an enemy that even the Tyranids fear, but the all-consuming Twisted Shadow is almost never challenged by the gods of Chaos......

The twisted and massive figure of the Insect Lord slid through the corridors of the long-abandoned base, where there seemed to have been a fierce rebellion. The walls were littered with bullet holes and slash marks, and the corpses of the Magician Priests could often be seen on the ground—what little of their bodies were left had long since decayed, except for the steel tools and auxiliary bones that remained in shape.

After ten minutes of strolling, the insect master came to a gate that had been welded together. The battle here was the worst, with a large number of cyborg bones lying here, and the mechanics of the Mechanics ...... Laser guns, ion guns and servo arms, giant chainsaws...... Here the cathars fought to the last moment.

The insect lord was not in the mood to break the sorrow, and with a few swings of one of its knife arms, the heavy alloy gate was sliced into large pieces. It rushed into the room, staring at a body that had been preserved—or rather sealed in a force field.

At first glance, the body in the stasis force field appears to be a plump and healthy human female body. He has silver hair and red eyes. But on her chest was an evil emblem that represented one of the four pillars of evil gods.

The base is now used to maintain this stasis field. A mechanical priest slumped on the console, and the energy supply never stopped for hundreds of years until the Zerg invasion.

The insect lord gracefully walked in front of the static force field and slashed the energy system with his bone blade. With a slight humming sound, the stasis force field gradually dissipates. After a long pause, the female body blinked slowly.

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The scarecrow huddled in the depths of the crypt, and the previous burst of dragon flames affected several of his clones, causing him a heavy loss.

Yes, he knew that his frontal combat power was not strong. And his strength lies in his subtle spells—and the unwitting sinister methods of the gods. He tossed a hair into his mouth and chewed on it, before he did control the middle-aged officer. I was completely sure that I would go to hell with a person, but I didn't expect to be interrupted by that psyker......

Is it foresight......

Scarecrows are prostrate on the roof of the cave, and a dozen small scarecrows are gradually spreading around the cave. The other party seems to have noticed some clues...... Is it because of the psyker? This woman is too threatening to him.

In the dark cavern, the scarecrow merges with the cave walls. He was wrapped in a very good optical cloak. Not only does the cloak visually blend in with its surroundings, but it also masks the fluctuations of his spells and shields it from its aura. In addition, as an abnormal demon, he has no body temperature and no life energy, and all the actions of this scarecrow's body are driven by his mental energy...... When it comes to stealth, he's a first-class master.

Curse killing is not a perfect method of killing, and when facing an opponent with a spirit that is beyond ordinary people, his magic will be weakened to a considerable extent, so he is equipped with a series of methods such as fear poison gas. And for the psyker, he also has a similar method of breaking the law.

Hypnosis, suggestion.

The Scarecrow has specialized in a wide range of skills, including some illusions, telepathy, and psychology. He silently kept a certain distance from the squad, creating some simple but effective obstacles for them.

Su Jing's footsteps suddenly stopped. There was a figure standing in the passage ahead. His crimson left eye blinked twice, and the Broken Pupil confirmed that it wasn't an illusion.

As the crowd approached, the headless body of Malcolm, a middle-aged officer, stood in the middle of the passage, his head replaced by a scarecrow's head. The cloth covering it also painted a weeping expression.

"Tsk." Inquisitor Progaste stepped over with an unchanged expression, "Everyone, cheer up. They are provoking us. ”

As the Raven Guard warrior passed by the corpse, he couldn't help but put down the body of his comrade, leaving him lying flat on the ground. I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that the scarecrow's head has been staring at him.

"Filthy witchcraft." He picked up the flamethrower, thought for a moment, and put it down.

The psionics kept their lips pursed, the sniper felt uncomfortable in this place, the psionic energy of prophecy allowed her to see information that was invisible to ordinary people, and she could hear the malicious whispers of the tunnels, which were some kind of supernatural evil power. Evil sorcery unlike anything she'd seen before.

"May the wings of the double-headed eagle protect you." The political commissar handed the rose rosary hanging from his wrist to the psyker, "May the glory of the God Emperor shine on you and me." ”

As soon as Commissar Don turned around, he saw a march of the dead. The column of dead people passed by them, but no one seemed to notice. The mutilated servicemen, all dressed in uniform black coats and with gas masks over their faces, marched silently.

Krieger's Death Corps, the army in which Donn served years ago.

He saw some familiar figures in the queue.

His lips contorted with anger. (To be continued......)