Then Let Us Declare War Once More
There are fine golden lines flowing on their carapace, which are the marks of Smart Atoms, and are the insurmountable gap between them and those ordinary Tyranids warriors.
The first one to walk out of the incubation pool was the archangel Tyranids.
There are three pairs of pure white bone wings on its back, with fine golden lines on the edges.
Its face is holy and cold, like a god who is judging all living beings.
It holds a long sword made of biomass crystals in its hand, with golden light flowing on the blade, and that light contains enough power to tear the void apart.
It lowered its head and looked at its new arms with its amber eyes, looking at the golden lines that were merging with the new flesh and blood. Then it slowly closed its bone wings and knelt down.
The second person to walk out was Lion Al Johnson of Tyranids.
It is burlier than other creations, and its shoulder armor is covered with thick dark green chitin, like a lion's mane.
It holds a double-edged giant sword in its hand. The blade is covered with fine barbs. Each barb can release Psionic Energy impact at the moment of cutting.
Its eyes are golden, not the kind of warm gold, but a kind of gold that is like the pupils of a beast and carries a primitive bloodthirsty desire.
It didn't look at anything around it, it just walked straight to Swarm Prince and knelt down on one knee.
The third one to walk out was Perturabo from Tyranids.
Its body is thicker, its carapace is twice as thick as other creations, and its surface is covered with dark green lines like weld marks.
It carried a huge bone war hammer on its shoulders. The size of the hammer head was equal to its height, and dark green Psionic Energy lines flowed on the hammer surface.
Its face was as cold as iron, and there was no emotion in those gray eyes - only a steely, unshakable calmness.
It stopped in front of Swarm Prince and lowered its head in a low voice.
The fourth person to walk out is Angron.
Its body is thicker than other creations, and its whole body is covered with a scarlet carapace, with a faint dark red light exuding from the gaps in the carapace.
It held two bone Chainaxe in its hands, and the ax blades were burning with dark green Psionic Energy flames.
Its face was ferocious and manic, and its red eyes burned with an almost crazy killing intent.
The moment it stopped in front of Swarm Prince, it seemed to want to roar, but in the end it lowered its head in silence.
The fifth person to walk out is Magnus.
Its body is slender and elegant, surrounded by fine golden Psionic Energy runes.
Its face is calm and wise, and its single eye shines with the light of wisdom.
It has no weapons in its hands, but its existence itself is like a walking Psionic Energy storm. The surrounding air twists and rotates around it, forming an invisible barrier.
It stood in front of Swarm Prince and bowed slightly.
Twenty Tyranids Primarch lined up in a row, kneeling in front of Swarm Prince.
They did not roar, roar, and bite each other like the creatures that were created before.
They knelt there quietly, like twenty sculptures being awakened.
Swarm Prince was suspended in mid-air, looking down at the figures kneeling in front of him.
A complex light appeared in his amber eyes - not the pride of Conquest, not the ecstasy of a winner, but something deeper and more essential.
"The closer we get to humans,"
His voice echoed in the cabin, "The more I feel the beauty of this race."
Their courage, their hope, their perseverance.
So, next - let this race merge with us.
Let the insect nest evolve again.
He opened his arms as if embracing a future that was approaching him.
He could feel the power flowing in his new body. That power was not simply destruction, but a deeper potential that could be used to create, change, and shape a new existence.
"Perhaps, the evolutionary direction of the insect nest should not be to devour."
"It's about regaining your soul."
"The human soul--or, a soul like a human being."
"A soul that is bold, full of hope, and willing to fight until the end for something."
Twenty Tyranids Primarch raised their heads at the same time and looked at their new king.
There is one thing in their eyes that is the most fundamental difference between them and the previous creations - that is light.
It's not the light of Psionic Energy, it's not the golden halo that Smart Atoms emits when it flows, but a more subtle light, like a furnace fire, that is slowly lighting up.
Swarm Prince fell back to the ground with a calm and elegant posture.
He stood in front of the twenty Tyranids Primarch, his amber eyes swept across their faces, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Let's get started."
he said.
Titus stands on top of Macragge's Honour.
Under his feet was the bridge dome of the Gloriana-class Battleship, and above his head was the slowly rotating starry sky covered by the shadows of the insect swarms.
He was holding a holy book in his hand. The cover was made of Adamantium, with golden piping on the edges. The spine was engraved with the emblem of Ultramarines and a line of fine characters - <Sayings of the Son of War>, author: Robert·Guilliman.
He turned the pages of the book, and the sound could not be transmitted in the void, but the tiny sound, like turning a book in the wind, passed through the vibration and Psionic Energy network, allowing everyone present to hear it clearly.
He spoke.
The sound was not loud, but in that extremely silent battlefield, every word seemed to be amplified countless times and clearly passed into the ears of every soldier.
He is a warrior, but at this moment he looks more like a priest, solemnly holding the holy book written by Guilliman, reading it word by word, preaching the supreme glory of mankind, and preaching that all heretics should die.
As he preached, the blessing of Guilliman - the blessing from Son of War - came to him.
Because he is the favorite of Son of War, he is naturally the favorite of the war.
At this moment, Warp is a blue-gold color.
The projection of Son of War and the blessing of Son of War descended on such a whole Warp.