Standard Terra Calendar 979.M41, Storm Field, St. Casparen Parish, Sondheim Galaxy, Sondheim V, Fengrao Port
As an agricultural world, the sky should have been cloudless and full of light. At this time, it was cloudy. But if you look closely, you will find that those "clouds" are clusters of countless tiny creatures that cover the sky and the sun. They soar in the thick spore clouds rising on the ground, covering the sky and bringing destruction. Through the gaps between these "dark clouds", you can see huge existences like marine creatures, waving terrifying tentacles that connect the sky like to a tornado and spread their teeth and claws outside the atmosphere. Occasionally, there will be fires bursting on them, but they cannot cause actual damage, as if they are just a cluster of irrelevant Mars.
Bang!
With a thunderous sound, the temporary metal-stacked gate was knocked open, and it seemed that the destruction of the airport in the northern hemisphere of Sondheim V was already doomed.
Since the first Tyron spore landed, it has been here for 12 days and has transferred more than five million people, but that's all.
A huge nightmare of walking on both feet, Tyron's biological beast used terrifying huge power to tear apart tons of metal, announcing the fall of the gate. As soon as the break appeared, some half-human-sized monsters rushed into the door screaming while snorting. Their claws sprayed on the surface of the cobbled streets and sparked sparks. The oval heads were covered with a layer of bone plates, with a pair of tiny but vicious eyes, a slender tail and strong hind limbs.
Accompanied by the small creatures squeezing into the broken door, a creature comparable to an overweight tank. It has an ugly alien head and a towering thorn shell to protect its swelling abdomen. It was like an ugly alien placenta, with small monsters wrapped in pus falling out of it and joining the sea of ​​insects. It has very strong hind limbs and four sharp forelimbs. Although it moves slowly but unstoppable, it can push the obstacles on the ground away like toys, and the entire airport trembles under their heavy steps.
Further behind the monster army, a pair of gloomy inhuman eyes were silently staring at everything.
The infinitely screaming small creatures left a deep impression on both the Space Marines and the Astral Army when humans first came into contact with the Tyron Zerg, and gave them the name of knifeworms according to their characteristics. This terrifying Tyron creature is the pioneer of the Tyron Fleet's ground offensive, usually with billions of volumes. As a melee creature, they have a pair of sharp sickle claws, and their powerful hind limbs can move with unusually fast jumping movements, which look like insect-like jumping steps from a distance.
Compared with most Tyron creatures, knife bugs as cannon fodder have a deadly hunting instinct, which makes them almost unnecessary to guide the will of the insect nest and can devote themselves to their hunting activities in a semi-independent state. Their craze for hunting can even make them ignore physical damage and fatigue until the moment they come into contact with prey, and then they are feasting and tearing open the victim's flesh and blood with sharp teeth.
However, extremely fast metabolic patterns will drive the knifeworm to continue to search for the next prey after eating, and this choice is random. Unless the will of the nest actively interferes, leading them to more distant and more important goals, they are most of the time no different from ordinary beasts.
In addition to independent behavior, knifeworms can even reproduce independently of the insect nest fleet. They can reproduce while fighting. A knifeworm can easily lay hundreds of eggs. Although their lifespan is also scary, every time the current generation dies, the new generation will take over and continue to ravage the world left by their predecessors.
Roaring knifeworms poured into the street behind the gate, like a dirty tide of living bodies, waving their claws covered with blood and mucus, as fierce, wild and unstoppable as the natural force of chitin and minions.
However, as they entered a three-fork open area, dense bullets were straggled from three directions.
In an instant, roars and whine resounded through the sky, bullets pierced the carapace, penetrated the flesh, and sprayed out dark purple and black pus. The crackling sound of the carapace was like stomping on insects with boots.
The surging wave of monsters seemed to hit the reef and stopped instantly, and the rolling debris and corpses splashed several meters high.
But this did not stop the knife bugs, but instead stimulated their fierceness and appetite, and began to sprint even more frantically, and tried to jump to high places on both sides to avoid direct fire.
"Stay on your feet! Stand on your position! Break down those who climb up the wall!"
The third company commander of the Crying War Team, Sullivan, held his explosive pistol and roared with his long sword in his hand. Then he accurately sent a bomb into the head of a knifeworm. The explosion then pulled the monster's skull off his neck. His armor was covered with scars, and there were two deep scratches on his chest. The helmet was also thrown aside due to severe damage. His face was covered with blood and his left eye was bandaged by red bandages. This was a gift left by a warrior worm, and he also sent the monster to hell.
Around him were the remaining twenty-seven soldiers in the third company, each of whom was injured and even lost his arms, but everyone was fighting, and the militia were left. Although the planet's defense had long been defeated, at least it had not completely collapsed after the intervention of the wailing men. Now these young and middle-aged men, who are hard to call soldiers, are shooting at the enemy with simple live-fire weapons. Their only heavy firepower is seven heavy machine guns and three old antique-grade mortars used to extinguish fires that were made in the 38th millennium.
The third company's heavy weapons were also completely lost in previous battles, leaving only a heavy bomb.
In fact, as an empire frontier planet, the planet's defense forces are not that bad, at least laser guns, armored vehicles and machine guns are enough. Unfortunately, before Tyron arrived, nearly half of the planet's defense forces mutiny, and gene stealers pollution had already penetrated into the army. The subsequent war directly destroyed the planet's defense. After the Tyron fleet arrived, the remaining troops were less than one-twentieth of the original, and almost all the equipment was lost.
If the crying person had not arrived in time, the planet would have fallen as soon as possible.
Of course, the crying people could not change the situation, and they didn't even expect that an action to suppress gene stealers would actually cause them to hit a Tyron fleet!
"Too many! Too many! We can't stand it!"
Chapter completed!