I seem to hear Malcador cursing...
When Hades's voice echoed in Trazyn's ear for who knows how many times, the Infinite was too lazy to even let the green light in his pupils flash.
Really? Congratulations, this proves you are finally going crazy, Hades, or let me put it another way, this proves you are about to become a crazy idiot like a C'tan.
Trazyn said while directing his little fleets to continue swatting bugs, these endless bugs... He was going crazy too, allowing his personality to sink into the takeover of code.
Perhaps sensing the breath of the Outsider, the already agitated swarms became even more frenzied, and the attacks from the Tyranids never stopped as they had been fighting continuously for 158 Terran hours.
Time did not seem very long, but the problem was that the attack intensity of the swarm was simply too high, high to an unimaginable degree; here, the Tyranids dying in every single second, if pulled out individually, were enough to fight another Apocalypse.
Countless biomass debris clusters floated irregularly in the void. There were simply too many of them, thus forming a strange spherical garbage river in space, the shimmering body fluids flashing with the light of explosions in the distance, yet so bizarre. They were pushed away by the impact of explosions and bullets, and after moving away from the battlefield, they solidified due to the low temperature, becoming frozen rivers.
Hades could not see these strange spherical rivers composed of biomass.
Because the wave upon wave of Tyranids blocked his vision.
The Tyranids had long since evolved again, making their limbs and weapons adapt as much as possible to the low-temperature, zero-gravity environment. Rather than space warships, these Tyranids were more like individual insects operating independently in the void, yet capable