"Get Out of This World."

Roar—!

Hiss—!

The Zerg army became even more frenzied the moment the Queen appeared.

The Zerglings abandoned all tactical maneuvers and launched a suicidal charge with sheer numbers.

The Lurkers extended scythe-like limbs from the Creep, forcing back the Flame Salamanders attempting a rescue.

The Flying Mantises circling overhead began diving at any cost, blanketing the battlefield with acid shots.

Amid this desperate encirclement, the captain of a tactical squad suddenly erupted with astonishing willpower.

The left arm of his Power Armor had been melted by psychic lightning, and sparks crackled from the servo system in his right leg, yet he still dragged his battered body forward.

Thud. Thud.

Every step made the joints of his Titan Armor emit an overloaded metallic groan.

"For... the Emperor!"

He roared. His Boltgun had long since been destroyed, and he could only continue charging with a Power Sword.

"Oh?"

The Queen of Blades watched this tenacious warrior with interest, deliberately weakening the psychic lightning. She wanted to see how long this Giant could endure.

Astonishingly, the blood-soaked warrior truly charged all the way to her.

His Power Sword came down with the last of its energy field, leaving a shallow gash across the Queen's bony shoulder armor.

That negligible injury made the Queen of Blades' pupils contract. She could not remember the last time she had been injured by someone without psychic power.

"Interesting."

Emotion entered the Queen of Blades' voice.

She suddenly changed her mind and decided to capture this strong-willed warrior alive. A precise psychic blast struck the weak point of the captain's helmet, instantly knocking him unconscious.

Several Worker Xenomorphs immediately wriggled closer, preparing to drag this precious trophy back to the hive for infection and conversion.

The remaining Flame Salamanders could only watch as their captain was dragged away