A sharp clang rang out as the barbed tentacle struck the Power Armor, sending sound waves rippling outward.
Boss Slick's brow remained furrowed. He had wanted to probe his surroundings with sound waves, but the mist still blocked them.
So he raised his fist and punched along the barbed tentacle. Air compressed to its limit by his immense strength tore through the mist and pulverized the Lictor hiding within, spraying blood across a three-meter radius.
Unfortunately, even the wind from his punch could not disperse the mist. It seemed more like magic than a natural phenomenon.
But Boss Slick smiled. The king of ideas had figured something out. Couldn't he simply use blood as a medium?
Khorne, Blood God, had stolen a portion of his core consciousness within the consciousness space. In return, he had also granted Boss Slick a measure of his blessings and authority. For instance... a thirst for blood and the ability to sense it.
"Listen up, Boyz! No shooting! Only hit back along the direction the Tyranids attack from. Wait till I drag out these cowards hiding away because they don't dare face us head-on!" Boss Slick commanded loudly.
He quickly walked over to the slain Lictor, crouched, and gently pressed his hand against the pool of blood.
The blood came alive. Droplets floated up, rising little by little until the entire pool had lifted off the ground, forming thousands of beads of blood.
"Gork and Mork above, forgive me. I'm only doing this to find the enemy faster. I'm still your faithful believer." Even while using Khorne's power, Boss Slick did not forget to report to Gork and Mork.
"Ain't your fault. It's that big red hunk of iron who ain't playing fair. You're plenty Waaagh!, and we've still got your back. We're off to