Beneath the administrative building, Monger anxiously watched the biomass pool before him, where bubbles constantly rose and organic gases seeped out.
More and more bewitched people jumped into the biomass pool with serene expressions.
Their flesh-and-blood bodies were gradually broken down in the pool, reduced to the most basic amino acids, polysaccharides, and phospholipids. The biomass formed from those substances was slowly nourishing the Tyranid creatures within the pool.
These terrifying creatures, as if every muscle in their bodies had been perfectly refined by the finest designer to serve its purpose, let out low cries.
The sound filled Monger with bone-deep terror.
Every cell in his body screamed at him, telling him to run.
The plan had already failed. These monsters could not be stopped.
They yearned to be born, instinctively yearning to be born into this world as quickly as possible.
Monger stared at the Tyranid creatures in the biomass pool.
The smaller ones were wrapped in embryonic sacs, while the largest stood in the center of the pool.
Those four sharp claws, that savage and terrifying body—
Monger was struck with dread at the sight.
Biomass gradually gathered around them, forming more complex tissues and organs before merging into their flesh.
Suddenly, Monger heard the little bug by his ear faintly vibrating its wings.
A jumble of sounds came from it.
"Everything decays, yet all living beings endure!!!"
That was his brother's voice, coming through indistinctly.
"Blood for the God-Emperor, skulls for the Golden Throne!"
That was Leman Russ's voice, clear and powerful.
But why was Malkit in District One? Wasn't he still guarding the settlement?
Had Leman Russ done something? Had the two of them begun their operation?
Monger wanted to ask what was happening above.
But he was far, far too close to that terrifying Genestealer