As Long as It Can Escape

In Swarm Prince's mind, the string was broken.

Not a metaphor, a literal break.

The impact of Perturabo's slap directly penetrated its thick chitinous carapace and muscle fibers that were strong enough to withstand Space Marines Power Sword's full-force chop.

It hit its central nervous system accurately.

The crack was not big, only as thick as a hair, but it was enough to mess up its Psionic Energy signal.

It was enough to make his thinking fall from "calm strategic analysis" to the abyss of "instinctive desire for survival".

Its mouth opened, and the biological sword was still stuck in the sand dozens of meters away. The colorful light on the blade became dim as the owner was injured.

Its fingers dug five deep ravines into the ground, and those claws, hardened by chitin, were strong enough to tear Ceramite's armor.

It was ground white in the gravel, making a harsh sound like metal scraping glass.

"Escort!!!"

The sound did not come from the throat, but exploded from its Psionic Energy core.

A dark green Psionic Energy shock wave spread in all directions with its head as the center.

It penetrated the ruins that were still burning and the Tyranids creatures that were still struggling.

It penetrated the dark green curtain that blocked out the sky and sun, and passed into the perception of every Hive Ship, every Tyranids warrior, and every insect hive creation.

That is a command, an unquestionable command with the highest priority engraved in the underlying code of Hive Mind - protect Swarm Prince!

On the battlefield, the Tyranids creatures that were fighting Ultramarines, Iron Warriors, and Imperial Fists stopped moving at the same time.

They raised their heads, and the same light flashed through their dark green, pupil-less eyes, as if red-hot iron wires were piercing them from behind.

Then, they gave up on the enemy in front of them, the prey that was still bleeding from their mouths, and those Space Marines that were about to be torn apart by them.

They all turned around and rushed towards the direction of Swarm Prince.

It's not running, it's rushing.

They were like a dark green tide, gathering from all directions on the battlefield.

Termagant's six legs dug dense footprints on the sand. Those footprints were layer upon layer, making the ground that had been plowed by artillery fire even softer.

Hormagaunt's sickle limbs collided with each other while running, making a metallic friction sound like hundreds of scissors opening and closing at the same time.

Tyranid Warrior's bone spurs stand up on their backs, like moving flags, which are particularly eye-catching in the dark green tide.

They crowded together, stacked on top of each other, and even stepped on each other's bodies.

They were piled up layer by layer, reinforced one by one, and finally a huge wall made of Tyranids's flesh and blood was formed in front of Swarm Prince.

The wall was several meters thick and tens of meters high. It was dark green in color and its surface was still squirming slightly.

Because those Tyranids are not dead yet, they are just squeezed together, using their carapace, muscles, bones, and even internal organs to build a temporary barrier for their prince.

New Tyranids are constantly climbing up the surface of the wall from behind.

They use their bodies to fill the gaps pressed by the companions in front of them, and use their body fluids to strengthen the carapace that was cracked by the huge force.

The wall was breathing, pulsing, and emitting a low humming sound, like the beating of countless hearts at the same time.

Perturabo's steps did not stop at all because of the formation of the wall.

His gray eyes scanned the wall of insects that was growing thicker.

Sweep past the Tyranids who are still coming from a distance, and sweep past the Swarm Prince who are struggling to get up behind the insect wall.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was no appreciation in that smile, only a disdain of "you bugs are tickling me."

His steps were still calm, each step covered a distance of several meters, and each step left a deep footprint burning with silver-grey flames on the sand.

"Noisy."

His voice was not loud, but every word was like steam squeezed out from the gaps in the armor, "They are just a bunch of chickens and dogs. Are you worthy of blocking my way?"

His right hand reached behind his back and grasped the handle of the war hammer.

Worldbreaker, Iron Warriors Primarch's iconic weapon is a giant three-and-a-half-meter-long power hammer designed according to the height proportion of Perturabo.

The hammer head is a rectangular metal block with the emblem of Iron Warriors and countless fine, crack-like energy lines engraved on the surface.

Those lines are not decorations, but force field generators engraved by Perturabo himself, which can release a shock wave strong enough to crush the alloy into thin sheets the moment the hammer head touches the target.

At this moment, the war hammer began to expand under the Psionic Energy package, and the volume of the hammer head increased by one-third under the infusion of Psionic Energy.

The energy lines on the surface lit up with a dazzling silver-gray light, reflecting the surrounding Tyranids that were accumulating like moths trembling in the candlelight.

Perturabo Hold the end of the hammer handle. The posture is not that of swinging a sword, but that of swinging a hammer.

Put your whole body weight into one end of the hammer handle, and let the hammer head hit out in the largest arc and with the heaviest force under the action of centrifugal force.

His knees were slightly bent, his waist was twisted, his shoulders were pulled back, and his whole body was like a fully drawn bow.

He flicked it.

The Worldbreaker came out of his hand and spun three full times in the air.

The energy patterns of the hammer head pull out streams of silver-gray light as they rotate, like a miniature galaxy rotating in the void.

It hit the insect wall with the sound of roaring wind, the sound of tearing through the air, and the pressure that was enough to shake the earth.

The moment the hammer hit the ground, a shock wave visible to the naked eye exploded in all directions from the contact point of the hammer.

That shock wave is not flame or energy, but pure physical force!

Amplified by Psionic Energy, blessed by the power of Perturabo's laws, it has enough physical power to smash Titans into a discus.

The insect wall was like paper under the shock wave.

Tyranids's flesh and blood are bursting, the carapace is shattering, and the bones are breaking.

Those Tyranids that were crowded together were blown into pieces all over the sky, and dark green body fluids splashed in the air like a torrential downpour.

Those fragments floated, rotated, and fell in the air, forming a thick, slightly twitching layer of debris on the sand.

The power of that hammer not only destroyed the insect wall in front of it, but also plowed a deep ravine into the insect swarm behind the insect wall.

The ravine extended from the feet of Perturabo to less than ten meters in front of Swarm Prince, crushing all the running Tyranids into pulp.