The moment the Orks appeared, Losek sensed Cheng Mingrui's presence. It did not know why its master wanted to taste a human soul housed in an Ork body. Was such a soul really so special?
Since opening the portal, it had sent its master tens of millions of souls, including plenty of beautiful, alluring, innocent boys and girls. Surely those should have tasted better.
Unfortunately, there were no Aeldari here. Its master loved Aeldari souls most of all, especially those that were strong, brave, restrained, and full of hope-watching those souls fall in its master's hands, suffer torment, and then be devoured little by little.
Just thinking about it filled Losek with exquisite pleasure, as though its body were growing hot and moist.
Never mind. Its master's tastes were not for Losek to fathom. All it needed to do now was carry out its master's orders. It could not disappoint its master again.
After so many souls had been slaughtered, the rituals presided over by Losek had transformed parts of this planet into extensions of the Warp. The laws of physics had become somewhat different from those of the normal universe. That was why the Daemons were attacking the Tyranids, rather than the other way around.
Once they entered these realms, the Tyranids' combat effectiveness would plummet. Their hard carapaces would melt, the projectiles they fired would become feeble, and the penetrating power of their sharp claws and bone blades would be greatly reduced.
The Warp was a realm of magic. It did not play by the rules.
Only with this trump card did Losek dare confront Cheng Mingrui. In his Power Armor, Cheng Mingrui stood fourteen meters tall, roughly the same height as Losek. Losek had seen very clearly, from the Tyranids Cheng Mingrui had stomped to death, just