The eight-armed hive tyrant was sent to the surface of Oregon Star by the last breath of the Aether Giant Worm-Beamon, and after the last spore breath fell into orbit, the battleship swarm's concentrated arc volley pierced through the indestructible dragon scale armor on the surface of the giant worm's body, and the body of the Beamon Behemoth was torn apart in the starry sky.

"Is it over?"

"It's just getting started!"

"When killed, the Aether Giant Worm will disintegrate into a large swarm of creatures that are completely insane, and every internal organ of this giant beast is a ship of swarm creatures capable of autonomous movement, and every cell is a hideous and dangerous Tyranid creature."

"After the death of the giant worm, the real insect tide has just arrived!"

Echoing the words of the officers in the fleet, the aether giant insect's disintegrated body turned into a scarlet storm under the light of the stars, like locusts flying over wheat fields in ancient times, whistling and swooping down on the Oregon star, which was surging with waves of flesh below.

This time the insect tide was bigger than any previous spore breath, and the scarlet storm flooded the entire planet.

The cannons of the human federation's giant ships can penetrate the indestructible dragon scale armor and shatter the planet-sized starry sky beasts, but in the face of the storm of insects that cover the sky, they lack the means of effective mass destruction.

Skyburners may be able to clear all enemies within a light-year radius at once, but they are not suitable for use here.

The starry sky dimmed in the shadow of the Hive's will, and the swarm began to devour the Oregon Star, which had transformed into a giant sarcoma, and the Great Devourer feasted.

It was also at this time that Grey Wind, who had accurately grasped the opportunity, delegated authority and unsealed the weapons that had been on standby in the cabin of the Mother of Torture for a long time.

It was a green streamer that shot out of the mouthparts of the Mother of Torture, and the prisoner imprisoned by the time loop was finally freed, and he couldn't wait to escape.

The freed prisoner was none other than the Star God Fragment that Greywind had previously stolen from Tarasin's museum: Endless Ishutra

Freedom Ishudor cut through the roaring sky, his pure energy body showing unstable quantum inertia, and the shards of the star sliced across Oregon as a green meteor struck the aether into a scarlet storm after the aether worm disintegrated.

At this moment, it was as if time had been paused.

In space, in orbit, in the atmosphere, and under the ground, the endless swarms of insects scattered around the planet were silenced in unison, and the offensive movements of the Tyranid creatures were strangely 'stuck' like damaged machines.

No more shrill hisses, no more shrill screams, the entire Oregon swarm fell silent, and if it weren't for the Iron Legion behind Motarian still pouring fire, the scarlet storm that stood still like an oil painting would even give the illusion that time had stood still.

This is the power of Iash'uddra the Endless Swarm, or we can use another translation that makes it easier to understand his power - 'Endless Swarm Ishoudra'.

The Silent King of Space Necrons declares that He is the most hated and disgusted of all the Star Gods, for this being, known as the Endless Swarm, is more of a disease than a Star God, an eternal disease born in the brains of all living beings in the universe.

Any living creature has a strong life-bound connection with Ishutha the Endless, which means that Ishutha has the ability to manipulate the living creatures of the entire universe to become his slaves whenever he wants to.

Of course, Ishuta who is just a fragment naturally can't be so exaggerated, but even a little power of a fragment is enough to interfere with the Hive's will to control the Tyranid swarm.

The shadow of the Hive's will roared in the sea of souls, and he was utterly enraged.

The influence of the Star God Endless was reflected on the ground battlefield, that is, leading the Iron Legion to fight in the insect tide, trying to kill a way to the Flesh Giant Tree, Motarian suddenly found that all the enemies in front of him were stuck in a PPT.

The Infinity and the Great Devourer vie fiercely for control of the swarm on an invisible level, and this battle is manifested in the fact that the Tyranid War Beasts sometimes open their bloody jaws to pounce on the human troops, and sometimes turn and run towards the flying Star God Fragments, their movements highly incoherent and stuttering, and the road to the Flesh Tree becomes a smooth road under the self-contradiction.

"The subspace rift in the center of the Garil Cluster is expanding, and the Star God Fragment can't contain the will of the hive for long, hurry up." Russell's voice rang out in Motarian's helmet, and he knew it was time.

Motarian took a deep breath, raised the scythe in his hand, and gave the order: "Begin, march quickly." ”

The scarred Cyberlux Warrior Corps moved their steel feet under the dispatch of the original body and began to trek through the inexplicable insect tide, and the Tyranid creatures stuck into PPT died tragically at the feet of these steel giants in large swaths, becoming a stepping stone for the original body to climb the flesh giant tree.

The piles of bones all over the mountains have formed the path of Motarian's progress, there is no roar of battle, no screams of death, all you can see on this road is killing, killing, and killing, and the powerful teammates control the enemy, leaving you with only boring Musou mowing.

Walking on the literal mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Motarian came to the foot of the Flesh Tree.

The Star God is still flying blindly on the surface of the Oregon planet, and the Hive Will is impotent and furious in the Sea of Souls, but surprisingly, the Gray Wind uses the Star God Fragment to control the insects and then kill them indiscriminately, and the Horror on the Brass Throne is actually more angry than the Hive Will Itself.

Motarian knew why the Blood God was so angry.

"In addition to killing and blood, the creed of fear and abuse also has elements of courage and glory, the blood god appreciates the upright and macho man, but despises the three indiscriminate side doors, and our slaughter of the swarm without the power to fight back is to desecrate the glory of the blood god......"

He was well aware that he had attracted the wrath of the sadists, but ......

"You can only be impotent and furious, if you have a kind, don't sit on the throne and bark at the dog, come and cut me!" Motarian climbed onto the palm of the Cyberlux battle body and raised his middle finger at the looming subspace illusion in the sky: "It's a man, come and cut me!" ”

As the words fell, the mechanic manipulated the Cyberlux body to crouch down slightly, holding the original body that was speaking wildly in the palm of his hand, just like a pitcher in ancient times threw a baseball, and the iron giant threw Motarian out with all his strength.

"This thing isn't a vehicle—" The mechanic in the cockpit sighed helplessly, watching as Mortarian, dressed in Oglien's heavy armor, flew into the sky like a missile, and landed heavily on the canopy of the flesh tree.

The fruit of the Infinite Root is there.

Bloodthirsty Scarbrand was there, too.

On the ground, with the expansion of the subspace rift, the Hive Will finally suppressed Ishudra the Endless and regained control of the Tyranid creatures, and the heavy but still huge number of insects rushed towards the flesh and blood giant, and the surrounded Cyberlux Warbody Legion had lost the opportunity to evacuate, it was full of bugs, and the only thing they could do was to fire everywhere.

At the top of the canopy, Motarien's heavy body wrapped in armor landed heavily in front of Scarbrand, the original body wielding a giant scythe, forcibly separating the bloodthirsty madman from the beating fruit of the Infinity Root.

Scarbrand's eyes burned with the wrath of the Blood God, and it clenched its battle axe in anger and roared, "Listen, little god, your days of relying on crooked ways to blaspheme the glory of warriors are over. ”

The Bloodthirsty Demon held the axe in both hands, and the heavy blade of the axe pointed at Motarian, and the flesh fruit behind him, "Give me that thing." ”

Motarian sneered, and in the face of a threat that might have come from a sadistic deity, he raised his scythe without showing weakness:

"If you want, you have to grab it yourself, don't you know the rules of a warrior?"

(End of chapter)

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