New Tyranid Bioform
The Queen Norn, the supreme commander of the Hive Fleet Leviathan, is frantically analyzing this data.
Its mind raced at high speed within the network of the Hive Mind, trying to find a way to deal with these blue monsters.
In its gene pool, countless biological templates are retrieved, analyzed, and modified.
It needs a warrior who can contend with those blue monsters in the void, a warrior fast enough to catch up with them, a warrior strong enough to wound them, and a warrior numerous enough to overwhelm them.
It has been found.
A new type of Tyranids creature is being conceived in the hatchery.
They are three times larger than ordinary Termagant, and their bodies are covered with thick chitinous armor.
The armor was covered in eerie green energy patterns, an anti- Psionic Energy coating extracted by the Hive Mind from Necrons Blackstone Technology, capable of suppressing the operation of Smart Atoms.
They have two pairs of huge wings growing from their backs, which can vibrate at high speeds in a vacuum, allowing them to reach their maximum speed.
Their claws are covered with a substance capable of disintegrating Power Armour, and their mouthparts can spray acid powerful enough to melt through the armor of a warship.
The Queen Norn named this new creature "Kingslayer".
Because their mission is to kill those blue monsters, to kill those humans known as "Space Marines," and to kill that being named Guilliman.
The Kingslayer entered the battlefield.
They are indeed fast, so fast that even some Ultramarines don't have time to dodge.
Their claws are indeed sharp, capable of leaving deep scratches on Power Armour.
Their acid is indeed potent, capable of burning the skin of Space Marines.
A young Ultramarines is surrounded by three Kingslayer.
They were so fast that his sensors couldn't lock onto them, and their attacks were so fierce that his sword couldn't parry them in time.
A Kingslayer's claw sliced through his breastplate, leaving a deep gash.
Another Kingslayer sprayed acid onto his shoulder armor, which began to melt.
The third Kingslayer pounced from behind, its claws piercing the back of his neck.
He barely dodged the fatal blow, but the claws still sliced through his helmet, tearing a piece off his visor.
A bloodstain appeared on his face, and the golden blood condensed into tiny crystals in the void.
"Oh shit!"
He cursed and beheaded the Kingslayer with a single stroke.
Then he turned around, and with a sweeping motion of his sword, he cut the other two in two as well.
He was panting heavily as he looked at the three floating wrecks, a sense of irritation rising within him.
These new insects are definitely something else.
But that's about it.
His Smart Atoms were working frantically within his body, repairing his damaged Power Armour and healing the wounds on his face.
His strength was recovering, his power was returning, and his killing intent was surging.
That's it?
He watched the ever-growing number of Kingslayer surge forward, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Is that all you've got?"
He rushed out.
This time, his speed was so extreme that the senses of those Kingslayer could not even detect it.
His sword light drew blue trails in the void, each trail taking the lives of several Kingslayer.
He was like a dancer, gracefully moving among the Zerg swarm, but the price of that dance was the death of countless Tyranids.
Fifty thousand Ultramarines are battling against a single tentacle of the Leviathan swarm.
The battle lasted for three days and three nights.
For three days and three nights, the Ultramarines ' swords were slashed and worn down countless times, their Power Armour was corroded by acid countless times, and their bodies were slashed countless times by claws.
But they still stood, still fought, still slaughtered.
Three days later, the swarm retreated.
Leviathan's tentacles were utterly destroyed, the eerie green Hive Fleet scattered in the void, the remains of countless Tyranids creatures floated in the sea of stars, and the consciousness of the Queen Norn wailed within the Hive Mind.
The Ultramarines also paid a price.
Three hundred and twenty men were killed in battle, and more than a thousand were wounded.
This is the worst loss they have suffered since Guilliman's rebirth.
But for an army of 50,000, the cost is negligible.
This was a devastating blow to the Leviathan swarm.
An old soldier stood in the void, watching the swarm of insects recede into the distance. His Power Armour was covered in scars, and his sword was full of nicks, but his eyes were filled with pride.
That's it?
He spoke softly, his voice full of disdain.
"With such meager skills, you dare to invade Ultramar?"
His comrade patted him on the shoulder.
"Let's go back and report."
"Let the Gene-Father know that someone's trying to sabotage his efforts."
The veteran nodded and activated the communicator.
"Macragge, this is the front line."
"The swarm has been repelled."
"Requesting an introduction to the Gene-Father."
In the distant void, Guilliman was drawing Trazyn with the Silent King.
That scene, how should I put it, was incredibly stress-relieving.
Trazyn's Necrodermis body was suspended in mid-air, and Guilliman and the Silent King each took a whip and lashed it from the left and right.
The whip was specially made, coated with a substance that could interfere with energy circuits. With each lash, Trazyn's processor would overload, his emotional simulation system would sound an alarm, and his logic array would crash.
"Fuck you!"
Trazyn screamed in agony.
"Don't you two have any sense of public decency?!"
"Is there no law?!"
"The law?"
Guilliman lashed him across the face with a whip.
"When you stole from my mother, where was the law?"
The Silent King lashed him on the back with his whip.
"When you ruined my strategic plans, where were you to disregard the law?"
"You two can fight, but can you please not smoke together!"
Trazyn's voice was full of grievance.
"I'm a collector, after all!"
"Can't you give me some face?"
Guilliman and the Silent King exchanged a glance and shook their heads simultaneously.
"No."
Then came another round of brutal beatings.
After finishing his whipping, the Silent King put it down, his eerie green eyes filled with exhaustion.
He walked up to Guilliman, bowed his head, and his posture was humble and sincere.