Motarian stood in the midst of the overturned pile of insect corpses, covered in blood. He looked up at the cloudy sky, where hundreds of millions of swirling and flying drone swarms were pouring more nutrients into the growth of the Infinite Roots.

When the last of the lands of Oregon were transformed into flesh, the swarm of dead corpses beneath Motarian's feet was the only place to stay. The threshold of devouring a planet seems to have flipped a switch, making the already insanely growing roots of the flesh tree more active.

There is no need to go down to the surface of the planet, ordinary humans can directly see the surging waves of flesh when they stand in the orbit of the atmosphere and look down with the naked eye, the thick roots of the trees are coiled, entangled, and support each other, and a towering giant tree rises from the ground on the Oregon Star that has become a sarcoma, its thick trunk is woven by countless entwined infinite roots.

At the top of the canopy of this giant tree of flesh, a bright red fruit sprouted.

The fruit hung heavily from the branches of the giant tree, about the size of a heavy tank, with cyan veins beating on the surface, pale pink on the flesh walls, and twisted flesh like a diseased tumor parasitic on the Infinity Root, and like a throbbing heart.

With the beating of this 'heart', the hive will went crazy.

The Aether Giant Worm, which was hit hard by the concentrated fire of the Federation fleet, opened its mouth and spat out scarlet breath, and countless spores that covered the sky and the sun smashed down on their heads and faces, forcibly breaking through the air supremacy blockade of the drone swarm regardless of casualties, and the swarm of insects like mountains and seas came to this fat land with churning waves of flesh.

It was a sea of scarlet.

On the ground, Motarian saw sickly red patches wriggling across the ground, tens of millions of insects crawling one after another toward the towering flesh tree, the hive eager to pluck the delicious fruit.

In the sky, the drone swarms scattered by the spore breath regained air supremacy under the unified dispatch of the Gray Wind main process, and the churning arc bombarded the swarm flying units that tried to fly directly to the branches of the giant trees.

And in the more abstract 'somewhere', Motarian sensed a great threat.

"The threat comes from the subspace, and the threat comes from the blood god." Mortarian's brain was spinning rapidly, and the superhuman qualities of the original body gave him the capital to think calmly in high-intensity warfare, and the huge amount of battlefield information poured into Motarian's brain, and he began to calculate.

The subspace rift in the center of the Garil constellation is spewing out a surging subspace wave, and the will of the Sadomasochism is unprecedentedly active, and with the calculation of 'numerology', Motarian has locked on to a precise coordinate.

It was beneath the canopy of the Flesh Tree, above a giant root.

"There will be a new threat in that location...... But I couldn't figure out what it was, and the spillover influence of the evil gods interfered with my calculations. ”

The failure of numerology made Motarian angry, and he angrily took off his helmet and threw it to the ground: "Damn! Don't forget it. ”

After venting, Motarian picked up his helmet again, contacted the Cyberlux battle body formation behind him through the communication equipment carried on it, and sent the coordinates he had calculated, and he shouted loudly: "Concentrate all your firepower and bombard this coordinate!" Fry it for Lao Tzu! ”

No matter what will appear there, just blow it up!

As soon as he finished speaking, an overwhelming volley of molten bombs, condensed plasma, and decaying beams shot out from the steel army behind Motarian, completely covering the extraordinarily thick roots.

The powerful fire bombardment caused the towering flesh tree to shake as well, and the spectrum disrupted by the decaying beam in front of it finally returned to normal, and the large roots of the tree as thick as the spire of the nest capital had been wiped out, replaced by a huge pit of dark blue blood.

The Cyberlux Mechanic driving in the rear sent a message: "The mech has detected a huge subspace disturbance, and a subspace portal is about to take shape in front of it. We lacked enough Blackstone to carry out the forced shutdown process. ”

Before the mechanic's report was finished, the scene in the pit suddenly distorted, like a calm water being stirred out of a whirlpool, and from the whirlpool, a terrible scream and a furious war cry were heard.

A blood-dripping battle axe stretched out of the whirlpool, followed by a stout arm holding the hilt, thick veins throbbing on blood-red skin, rusty chains tied, a strong body covered in scars, and a pair of shattered wings spread out behind its back.

Motarian recognized the fiery monster:

- Bloodthirsty Scarbrand,

"What's going on? Isn't the Marquer here? Why was Sadist able to summon his champion Archdemon to the surface of Oregon? ”

As soon as Motari's doubts arose, they were immediately answered. Because after 'Scarbrand' stepped out of the subspace portal, the whirlpool that stirred reality did not disappear, and angry roars and terrible screams continued to come out of it.

Motarian tried to calculate what the hellish dimension looked like behind the subspace portal, but all he saw was endless death and carnage, and the blood-red earth of the Sadistic Demon Domain had somehow cracked a bottomless crack, like a pair of greedy maws sucking and devouring the demonic army of vamplets and bloodthirsty demons.

Looking at the abyss, which radiated despair and nothingness, Motarian realized that the Sadist had sent at least eight powerful demon legions to the Oregon star, which had turned into sarcoma, led by eight brave bloodthirsty demons.

And Scarbrand is the only demon individual among the 8 Sadistic Legions who escaped from the Sadistic Demon Domain alive and came to the real universe.

It can be said that if it weren't for the shadows of the Hive's will, even Scarbrand would not have been able to escape the abyss of nothingness torn apart by the Bullet Star.

The Cyberlux Warbody Legion behind Motarian wararms the bloodthirsty demons with their weapons wary, but Scarbrand didn't move towards them, and the Tyrannosaurus archdemon rushed into the endless swarm with a bloodaxe in hand.

Scarbrand wields a bloody axe and slashes a bloody path paved with the bones of bugs with monstrous rage.

It was also moving in the direction of the Flesh Tree.

"Both the Sadist and the Hive Will want to get the fruit of that tree? What is that fruit? Before Motarian could think, a chilling voice rang out directly in the primordial helmet:

"Catch up and grab the contents of that fruit."

It was Russell's voice.

At the same time as the order of the projectile was issued, another batch of spores airdropped into the ground to break through the blockade of the drone swarm, this time the number of spoes was far less than the previous breath, and the fleet of the Human Federation achieved an overwhelming advantage in the space naval battle, and the seriously injured Aether Giant Worm was already at the end of the crossbow. But the individual size of this batch of airdrop sacs was even larger, and a larger, more hideous Tyranid war beast broke out of its shell and ran into the battlefield with a roar.

And in the middle of the airdrop bag, a huge humanoid monster with 8 arms walked out.

Its size was far taller than the bloodthirsty demon Scarbrand, and the sharp tips of its 8 arms were dripping with highly venomous venom, it was obvious that this was the high-level command unit of the Tyranid Zerg, and as soon as the 8-armed giant worm appeared, the overwhelming scarlet wave echoed its arrival and boiled.

The 'Hive Tyrant' opened its mouth and hissed sharply, revealing insatiable hunger in its six asymmetrical eyes.

Scarbrand's climb of the Flesh Tree angered the Great Devourer.

Motarian looked at Scarbrand, who was slaughtering in the sea of worms, then at the eight-armed hive tyrant, who was as tall as a small titan, and finally at the scythe in his hand, which might not have the hive tyrant's fangs:

"You're telling me to hit this thing?"

(End of chapter)

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