Valentin looked at the monster before him in dismay.
He could hear Vianna talking to herself, for the Genestealer Patriarch was communicating with Vianna through the tyranid psionic network.
"Are you hungry? I will bring the people up right away."
At the Patriarch's command, one Genestealer Cultist after another walked up.
Valentin discovered that these people did not show any signs of fear even after seeing the terrifying and extreme appearance of the genestealer; they still regarded it as the Emperor's angel.
These cultists were blinded by the Patriarch's psionic illusions, and in their eyes the Tyranid Patriarch did not look like this at all, but was instead the embodiment of the great Four-Armed Emperor.
The Patriarch's massive physical body required a large amount of food every day, and his food consisted of these selected human cultists.
The Patriarch's eyes swept over the cultists in front of him, as if choosing his favorite food.
And these cultists all looked expectantly at the Patriarch, wishing to be the lucky one first.
When the Genestealer Patriarch found his favorite food, he grabbed a cultist with his claws.
Then he threw it into his mouth just like a snack.
The Tyranid Patriarch stuffed it directly into his mouth and chewed heavily, and the pain of being eaten alive could be imagined.
Yet the genestealer cultist who had been shoved into the mouth and eaten alive still wore a look of utter satisfaction, as if feeling no pain at all.
Madness... how can this be possible!
Valentin could not believe how anyone could smile while being killed in this manner.
As for the other waiting cultists, they acted as if they saw nothing at all; in their eyes, this chosen one had already gone to the Golden Throne.
When the Tyranid Patriarch completely devoured