As Long as It Can Reach That Place

Perturabo didn't look at the remains of the insect wall.

His eyes passed through the fragments still floating in the air, through the wreckage of Tyranids that was still squirming and trying to regroup, and landed on Swarm Prince.

His pace still did not stop, step by step, each step passed over the still wriggling remains of Tyranids, and each step made the earth tremble.

His voice was like rolling thunder. "I'm not in a good mood to begin with. I lost the racing competition, and the dust removal target was delayed by you bugs. Now you still dare to build a wall in front of me? Who gave you the courage?"

He walked into the swarm of insects.

The Forgebreaker rotated in his hand like a huge, silver-gray top.

With every rotation, several Tyranidss were thrown out, and their bodies deformed and shattered in the air, turning into fragments all over the sky.

Every time they fell, dozens of Tyranids were turned into flesh in the shock wave, and their body fluids formed small streams on the sand.

Every time it was swung, hundreds of Tyranids were crushed in the hammer wind. Their screams echoed on the battlefield and were overshadowed by the footsteps of Perturabo.

His steps did not stop at all because of the obstruction of the insect swarm, just like a combine harvester harvesting in a wheat field. Wherever it passed, not a single blade of grass grew.

Swarm Prince looked at the silver-gray figure walking towards it, and looked at those Tyranids that were being crushed.

Look at the rotating war hammer that looks like a Ynnead scythe.

There was an unprecedented fear in his heart that made his whole body tremble.

It has seen fear.

It has read fear from those civilizations that were devoured by swarms of insects, from those warriors who turned into biomass in the insect nests, and from those souls that screamed for the last time before death.

But it has never been experienced personally.

It thinks that fear is the preserve of the weak, an emotion only possessed by creatures that have no evolution, no strength, and no will.

It's wrong.

Fear does not differentiate between strong and weak, only presence or absence.

When your life is threatened, when your existence faces the end, when you find that the power you are proud of is like child's play in front of that existence.

Fear will well up from the depths of your soul and engulf your will.

It starts to think.

Its processor is running at high speed.

The split central nerve caused severe pain every time he thought, as if countless red-hot needles were piercing his brain.

But it must think and find a way to survive.

Perturabo's power is at the law level and at the essence level.

That's not just "stronger", that's "a completely different level".

Like ants and elephants, like fireflies and the sun, like a drop of water and the entire ocean.

You can see the mountain-like giant legs in the eyes of ants, and the docile giants in the eyes of humans.

But in Swarm Prince's eyes - that is crushing, a chasm that it cannot cross no matter how hard it struggles.

Unless.

Unless it also gets Smart Atoms.

In its perception network, the twenty hive creations created to fight against Primarch are rushing towards it.

They have successfully killed some Space Marines. Although the number is very small, genetic samples and biological entities have indeed been preserved.

Those genetic samples have already begun to be analyzed in Hive Ship's incubation pool, and Hive Mind is digesting that information at an alarming rate.

As long as it can return to Hive Ship, as long as it can complete the transformation of Smart Atoms, it can become stronger, strong enough to compete head-on with the silver-gray Lord of Iron, or even surpass it.

Evacuate.

Evacuate, evacuate, evacuate, evacuate!

Swarm Prince and Psionic Energy roared crazily in the mental network of the insect nest.

The roar penetrated the shock wave of Perturabo, penetrated the crumbling insect wall, and penetrated the perceptions of the twenty approaching insect hive creations.

"Retreat! Cover all units! Evacuate! Take me back to the mothership! You must take me back to the mothership!"

There was an urgency in its voice that had never been seen before, and that urgency made those Hive Creatures who were rushing towards it feel a palpitation in their hearts.

They have never heard Swarm Prince make such a sound, have never seen it in such a miserable state, and have never felt its strong desire to survive.

The collective of Great Devourer acquiesces to its operation.

It is the most perfect masterpiece of Great Devourer, the ultimate creation created by Hive Mind after pouring countless resources, genes, and evolutionary possibilities into it.

It can't die here.

As long as it can return to the mothership, it can obtain Smart Atoms, evolve into a stronger form, counterattack, and bring eternal victory to Hive Mind.

The moment twenty Hive Creatures sensed that order, they simultaneously gave up the fight in their hands.

They were originally fighting with a group of Iron Warriors warriors.

Those warriors' Chainsword left fine scratches on their carapace, and their bone blades made cuts on those warriors' Power Armour.

The battle was in full swing, and both sides were injured, but no one retreated.

Then, the order came.

Twenty creations turned around at the same time, like a group of puppets pulled by the same string, and rushed in the direction of Swarm Prince.

Their speed was so fast that those Iron Warriors warriors didn't even have time to stop them.

Their eyes were shining with blue-white light, and there was no hesitation in that light, only a kind of enthusiasm "for Great Devourer".

Their limbs deformed as they ran, some had new bone blades growing on their arms, some had wings as thin as cicada wings spread out from their backs, and some had dark green energy shields emerging from their bodies.

They are releasing their own limiters, releasing all the power in their bodies, and rushing towards their prince as fast as possible.

Swarm Prince is moving on the ground.

Its legs can still move, but the damage to its central nervous system has reduced its coordination to almost zero. Every step is like walking on a tightrope, and if you are not careful, you will fall.

It could only use its arms to support the ground and crawl forward step by step.

Pieces of carapace fell off its body, and dark green blood trailed a long, sticky trail behind it.

Its face, the face that was half broken by Perturabo.

The original appearance is no longer visible, only the blue-white eye is still bright, still staring in the direction of Hive Ship.

In that eye, there is fear, persistence, and a glimmer of hope.

"Just escape back to the mothership..."

Its voice was very soft, so soft that only it could hear it, "Just escape back to the mothership..."

Perturabo walked out from the swarm.

Behind him, the remains of Tyranids were spread all over the ground.

Dark green bodily fluids formed small streams on the sand.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell mixed with the smell of burnt food and blood.

His Forgebreaker was stained with minced meat and carapace fragments, but he didn't wipe it off.