In the underground palace,
the Genestealer Patriarch seemed to sense something and stared fixedly at the entrance.
It suddenly turned its head and looked at the Genestealer Bishop.
As though she had received some command, the Bishop respectfully bowed to the Patriarch.
Then she left the underground palace with four missionaries.
Monger knew they were going to intercept Leman Russ and Malkit, who were attacking the government building.
It was about to be born. Just a little more.
Monger looked at the beast in the biomass pool, its body growing increasingly robust.
More than half of the other Tyranid creatures around it had already been broken down, their biomass used to nourish this behemoth.
Monger estimated that in another seven or eight minutes, this Tyranid behemoth would be perfectly born into the world.
It was already too late to stop it. Even if its birth were interrupted now, it would only make its body slightly less perfect.
Damn it. If only there were a chance to inject corruption into that Genestealer Patriarch's body.
Let the parasites inside him burrow into that damned parasitic demigod's flesh and make the Genestealer suffer the pain of corruption.
Suddenly, Monger froze.
He realized he had fallen into a blind spot in his thinking.
He truly had no way to approach the Genestealer Patriarch and inject the parasites and Nurgle's corruption within him into its body.
But he could inject that corruption into the Tyranid behemoth in the biomass pool before him.
Monger's body would not stop trembling, trembling with excitement and fear alike.
This biomass pool could indeed break down flesh and blood, but its primary purpose was still to create Tyranid creatures.
Its corrosiveness should not be too strong.
Some of the parasites within Monger should be able to survive.
Even if the