While teasing Khayon, Amnak gently poked the dead Tyranid warrior's eye on the ground with the tip of his sword.
"That sister of yours, Enamisis, right? The poor sister who was bound to the Spirit of Vengeance by you yourself."
Suddenly, a bolt of psychic lightning struck, and Amnak easily split it open with his sword.
"Don't pronounce that name with your dirty mouth, Amnak. If I really kill you, Soshyan won't do anything to me."
Khayon stared at Amnak, psychic lightning surrounding his hands, but the Lord of Hosts felt no threat at all.
"You don't really think you are qualified to fight me, do you? You were just a nobody during the Great Crusade. Even if you get the power of the scarlet letter, you are still just a second-rate person."
As he spoke, Amnak raised the sword in front of him, and then half the face of a golden demon appeared on the blade.
"What He can do, Soshyan can do in the future. You'd better weigh the pros and cons yourself. I believe you are a smart man."
As soon as he finished speaking, Amnak suddenly let out a low hum, and then held the second sword behind his waist. His movement immediately made Khayon react.
With a huge roar, a huge wave of fear swept through the permeating poisonous fog.
"This is--"
As the ground trembled, a huge creature rushed out of the poisonous mist, followed by hundreds of smaller warrior bugs.
This is a kind of Tyran that the two of them have never seen before. It is huge and brutal. It is about the same size as an executioner. It has a breathing funnel on its thick and smooth carapace, which spits out billowing red gas. It has rib-like bone structures on both sides of its body.
It is pale in color, with mottled yellow bruises attached, and has strong hoof-shaped legs. Two arms with sickle-shaped claws stand tall, and there are two auxiliary arms at the back of the body, extending out
It is a scarlet whip with thorns, but its most unique thing is its chest, which is in an open state. Inside is a large mouth surrounded by thorns, and its long tail has a terrifying tail spike like a power sword.
There was a sharp thorn on its long and narrow head, and a pair of yellow eyes flashed under the pointed forehead with malice unique to Tyran. When it approached the two of them, it let out a hissing roar from the huge mouth on its chest.
, spitting out corrosive saliva.
"The response of the Tyranids is really amazing. We only carried out a few missions, and it has evolved something specifically to hunt us."
Khayon looked at the giant beast warily. He felt the huge psychic pressure brought by it, and there were even beating psychic arcs on the claws of this thing.
"Withdraw or fight."
"Of course, fight."
Amnak casually pulled out the Shernabar saber from his waist. When Khayon saw this, he didn't waste any time. He pulled out three tarot cards from his belt and clasped his hands together.
In an instant, the three tarot cards burned and formed a powerful psychic force, and even Kayon's eyes began to shine with the light of witchcraft.
As he let out a soft drink, the psychic lightning drew an arc and jumped from one monster to another. Powerful energy opened their chests and spurted out. Dozens of warrior bugs were killed in the blink of an eye.
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In response, the giant beast rushed towards Khayon in a blur, with a speed comparable to that of a hoverbike, which was horribly different from its size. Then it raised four sickle claws and violently slashed in turn.
Almost elusive.
The light of psychic energy flashed brightly around Khayon, and he felt like he was facing a heavy explosive bomb. The opponent attacked at least fifty times in one second.
Three seconds later, the air let out a whimper, and the psychic shield collapsed.
Khayon quickly retreated and threw out a psychic shock wave, but it only bounced off the opponent's carapace harmlessly.
"Your opponent is me!"
Suddenly, a loud roar came from behind this mysterious giant beast. Amnak jumped high, his swords were like the wind, and carved more than forty scars on the monster's back.
With the spray of acidic blood, the giant beast was enraged. It swung its tail fiercely, but was slightly injured and dodged. Then it quickly turned around and its claws danced wildly again. At the same time, the chimney behind it was also emitting a lot of smoke.
, it seems that a machine is entering an overloaded state.
But Amnak's double swords were swung like mercury on the ground, and each time he was able to deflect the opponent's attack just right. This giant beast was unable to exert much power when faced with something much smaller than itself.
A whip followed the claws, and then another, weaving a cage of thorns and claws around Amnak, but Amnak gracefully turned sideways and jumped over, and was sprayed with acid again.
When doing so, stand on your heels and spin to avoid it.
Suddenly, its claws hit the ground because the other party left.
Amnak came between its legs, swung out his two swords, and struck the weakest part of the tendons in the behemoth's legs. Suddenly it lost its balance and started to shake.
But its healing ability was so terrifying that the severed tendons healed almost in the blink of an eye. Just when it was looking for traces of prey, the two swords were thrown into the air, which attracted the attention of the giant beast, but then
The third sword pierced its thigh, causing it to wail horribly.
Amnak also suddenly appeared at this time, caught the two swords in mid-air, thrust them straight down, and buried the sword blades deeply into the neck of the giant beast.
The monster howled, its long tail whipping everything around it crazily, and at the same time, a twitching eel-like mouthpart stretched out from its open chest, as if it wanted to bite the enemy on its neck.
But its struggle is meaningless. When a swordsman's sword is on the enemy's neck, there is only one ending.
When Amnak landed, the giant beast's head also crashed to the ground, and then its body slowly fell to the side.
"It seems like this thing is pretty powerful and can force you to use your third sword."
Khayon gasped and bent down. He was surrounded by charred warrior insect corpses. Although his psychic powers were very strong, such use still caused a huge burden on him.
"The Tyranids are trying and groping, and they will find ways to evolve something that can cope with the current situation. This is what's scary about them. Perhaps there is no upper limit to their evolution."
Just as he was speaking, Amnak suddenly raised his head. Kayon was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then he also raised his head.
A unique landscape appeared in the sky blurred by poisonous fog. The thick clouds were suddenly torn open, and then beams of light sprinkled down, accompanied by meteor showers.
"Its daybreak..."
Kayon murmured to himself:
"The fleet is back."
This scene was not only witnessed by the two of them, but also everyone who was fighting fiercely at the Snow Palace defense line.
At this time, Bahram was commanding the company to resist the fierce attack of the insect swarm on the northeast side of the Snow Palace. His brave figure stood on the corpse mountain of Tyran, facing the greedy tide.
The hungry insect swarms extend from one side of the protective wall to the cliff on the other side. The endless tide surges towards the creatures here, eager to tear them into pieces.