Clang!
Once Ron and the others boarded the Bio-vehicle, the Golden Transport Worm's chitinous armor rapidly closed.
It plunged headfirst into the fleshy floor, its sharp mouthparts boring through fibrous tissue to create a passage out of the chamber toward other areas.
Not only that, it continuously secreted a special mucus to conceal its biological signature.
To the many Hive creatures around it, it was simply a larger bug rather than a human intruder, allowing it to move undetected.
After the Golden Transport Worm carrying Ron departed, the other Imperium elites boarded their Transport Worms.
Some followed the Savior, while others headed to different target areas to fight and seize more Hive territory.
These Imperium elites finally entered the real fighting of the Boarding Action, actively assaulting the Hive Army and attempting to block every possible relocation route available to the Hive Mind.
Outside the Bastion Base, two towering legendary warriors exuding formidable auras stood facing off.
They stared at each other, neither willing to concede.
"Malakim, the Carcharodons will prove their loyalty. Superior equipment isn't everything. Only battlefield achievements bring true honor.
When we encounter the Hive Mind, make sure your knees don't buckle!"
Tyberos sneered, exposing sharp fangs embedded with relic runes. He looked like a humanoid, bloodthirsty shark.
"Hmph!"
Malakim laughed in exasperation.
He bared his teeth, adorned with precious gemstones, flaunting his wealth even more blatantly and further bolstering his imposing presence.
Such embellishments were something of a signature among the Lamenters. With more money than they knew what to do with, they could only decorate every available surface.
He scoffed at Tyberos's claim. In courage and tenacity, the Lamenters were the equal of any Chapter.
Despite their wealth, they still adhered to the most aggressive combat doctrine and undertook some of the most dangerous missions