Hive Mind, You Really Are Too Hard to Control!

Under the Hive Mind's control, the cloaked Lictor instantly pounced on Fabius Bile from behind. The Tyranid assassin did not even stir the air.

A blade tore through the air, and the scythe claw hooked across Fabius Bile's neck.

The head of the Sons of the Emperor's chief apothecary, the creator of the New Men, flew into the air, struck the ceiling, bounced back down, and landed on the floor with a thud.

Fabius's body seemed not to have reacted yet. It staggered one step backward before collapsing, blood pouring from its neck and staining the floor red.

It had been absurdly easy.

The Lictor's form appeared within the laboratory, allowing Fabius's still-conscious head to see it.

The Tyranid creature raised its two massive scythe claws high. For any creature, that gesture clearly represented a celebration of victory.

Yes, of course this was worth celebrating.

That blood which made the Hive Mind salivate.

It had once sought one of the twenty genetic sequences within that blood, paying an immense price without obtaining it.

Now, with merely a single Lictor, it had effortlessly acquired twenty equally powerful genetic sequences.

How could it not celebrate such a victory?

It would transform and dissolve these twenty powerful genetic sequences, using them to create an entirely new Synapse Creature. This being would stand above all Tyranid organisms, contain the Hive Mind's own existence, radiate out to and link every Tyranid organism beyond the distant stars, becoming the synapse of synapses, the beacon of the Hive Mind.

Filled with delight, it controlled the Lictor and prepared to take the crimson blood hanging in midair—

Crack!!!

Fabius Bile's headless corpse lying on the ground suddenly moved.

More precisely, it was the mechanical backpack surgeon behind Fabius Bile that moved.

One of the surgeon's mechanical arms snapped