"What a beast."
Nurus, who was almost slapped by the other party's wings, cursed, rolled over and avoided the fierce struggle of meat piles, and stood up. At this time, Fentian also split its spine, causing its dying spasm to shrink into some trembling and twitching.
Soshyang, who was holding the weapon inverted, stepped on the dead Tyron's body. His armor was covered with blood, and the cloak behind him was slightly damaged, stimulating in the strong wind caused by the bombs around him, like a blood-stained immortal bird.
"A flying worm."
Soshiyang pulled out his weapon and used his toes to lift the monster's corpse face up. He could see a narrow oval head and predatory tentacles distributed above. His body was also thin and narrow. There were loose flesh hooks between the rib plates on his chest. Several pairs of limbs were distributed on both sides of his body, with long whips, claws, and wings. When it died, the wings collapsed on the ground, like a scarlet windbreaker.
"No, not only can you fly, but you can even use your psychic energy to float in the sky. You are the ultimate hunter."
After evaluating, Soshiyan looked at Nuruz.
"Not hurt, are you?"
Nurus nodded.
"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."
Soshiyang didn't say anything, pulled up Burning Heaven and stepped into the war again.
Nurus looked at his back, watching him slap a warrior insect for dozens of meters like a slap, watching him walk along the way, smashing the huge evil beast down with one punch, and then used the unique weapon to cut the bottom capsule of the Tyron motherworm, sprinkling a large amount of steaming liquid and unformed Tyron embryos on the scorching ground.
This kind of relaxed freehand painting is not like battle at all, but more like slaughter. No, even slaughtering is not counted as a game.
For some reason, this reminded Nurus of some existence, the existence he once vowed to defend glory forever and always be proud of...
Apart from such an existence, he couldn't imagine how strong this person would be to be able to achieve this level.
But soon he abandoned these distractions, because there are more important things now, and endless enemies...
Under the leadership of Soshyan, the team of Space Marines cut through the waves and advanced rapidly on the corpses of countless Tyron creatures. Along the way, except for various Tyron living creatures, the most common ones were chimneys and cyst towers. They were like evil nails rooted in the earth, shaping the entire planet into a suitable Tyron environment.
After more than an hour of advancement, Soshyan finally saw the goal - it could definitely be called a terrifying miracle.
In the mist of spores, you can see a towering huge spire, which is comparable to a small nest. The spire is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, but there is a huge ring and a huge sphere at the top, which even looks like some kind of equipment at first glance.
But in the same way, as we gradually approach this incredible structure, everyone can feel increasingly powerful pressure - the pressure from the spiritual side.
Those warriors who did not implant grey graft have begun to experience visual blur and auditory hallucination, not to mention Death Watchmen. However, due to confidentiality, Soshyan did not dare to use grey graft directly, and could only let Mark arrange a few gloomy guards to use grey graft on the edge of the team - their strength is insufficient and will not completely block such powerful mental power.
Fortunately, Tyron's psychic energy does not seem to be so "changeable", and rarely distorts reality, or opens up subspace rifts, or just mental pressure is still acceptable.
However, under the cover of high-intensity insect nest consciousness, those Tyron creatures became more fierce and flexible. They also knew how to use tactics. They kept trying to pull the team of Space Marines and separate everyone. For this reason, they even organized two underground ambushes, but fortunately they were all seen through by Soshiyan in advance.
However, as this resistance approached the target, it became more and more intense, and the quality of Tyron creatures became higher and higher. There were no swordworms and gunworms behind them. They were all samurai insects. At first glance, the overwhelming warrior insects were seen.
They acted in unison, without the mess of small creatures, as if they were a huge army, holding symbiotic weapons, and heading towards a small group of enemies.
The long-range attack warriors of gunworms can be ignored, but the warriors of warriors cannot do it. In this case, Soshiyan used the Fuchsian combat satellite for the first time.
"...The coordinates have been accepted, energy is being stored, please stay away from..."
Just after the prompt sound echoed in Soshiyang's ear for less than ten seconds, a bright beam suddenly pierced the spore cloud and slammed on the ground full of warrior insects, followed by the second and third...
At the same time, huge cylinders were thrown down from the track. When they hit the ground accurately, the huge explosion could instantly make living creatures within one kilometer around them.
After a round of track support, the ground was full of devastation, and Soshiyan took this opportunity to lead the team to gallop on the vitrified black ground. Several speed attack boats alternately covered the team's flanks and used their weapons to attack the creatures trying to approach.
After galloping rapidly for more than an hour, the huge creation became clearer and even Soshiyang began to feel a little scared.
It consists of chitin plates with spines and various organs, like a living giant, with countless smoke and dust climbing on it, spraying out hot mist, and twisting tentacles in the gaps between the shells, like cloth tapes in the wind, twisting irregularly, but the sparks of psychic energy can be vaguely seen at the tips of the tentacles. In addition, they are various biological weapons, and their shapes are difficult to describe. Some are like giant cannons, some are like a big mouth, some are like a wriggling intestine, and some are completely a Tyron creature embedded in the structure. Each biological weapon has many bright yellow eyes, and they are neatly squirming and staring, bringing a sense of inhuman fear.
But the most exaggerated one is the top. The ring that Soshiyang thought before was actually composed of countless brainworms, all facing the inside, there was a dim yellow floating tumor, protruding out tissues similar to umbilical cords connected to the spire below. The surface was covered with intricate blood vessel lines, and occasionally throbbing, like a slowly beating heart.
It was this thing that made Soshiyang feel in his heart that he hadn't had a long time - danger.
Chapter completed!