Who was the new Sky Curtain? Our newly appointed Spawn King, of course.
Lin En stood on the bridge of the Night Goddess, controlling the Sky Curtain as it unfurled.
With Psychic Absorption cranked to the limit, his reserves refilled the instant they ran dry outside the Great Rift.
The Maelstrom's conditions, its environment-everything was practically tailor-made for him.
Ah, he almost hated to leave the Warp. As long as the Great Rift stayed open, standing here meant having infinite psychic power.
Psychic power was such good stuff. He really wanted to challenge Tzeentch for the title of Psyker Lord.
Use the Warp to fight the Xenos. Turn the enemy's cannons against their guns.
Still, the Bio-ships looked a little cuter now.
These weren't Tyranids. These were his dogs.
Tyranid warships were actually more useful than the Iron Boxes drones. Those drones had to be welded together one at a time, and every one that exploded was one fewer in stock. The Kraken fleet's thousand-plus Bio-ships had all been stolen ready-made. Not a penny spent. Less work, less expense, less worry.
And controlling the Tyranids was genuinely easy. He didn't even need to issue military orders. A single thought was enough for the Rainbow Sky Curtain to pour his will into every Bio-ship's nerves.
He had only ever enjoyed that kind of treatment with Machine Spirits.
The special-effect rainbow trait certainly lived up to its reputation.
The carrier at the front had already bitten apart more than a dozen Escort Frigates and Spore Carriers. Its carapace was covered in shell fragments and frozen bodily fluids, and it had caught up with its fourth Spore Carrier.
That Spore Carrier was a size smaller, with limp tendrils and swollen spore sacs, and swam slowly.
The carrier caught up from behind and opened