The little beetle had chosen a bad route. It was piled high with tiny beetles, which Iris explained were Decomposer Worker Bees. They cleared away rubbish and ate waste, and when necessary, they also served as food for other Tyranids.
They were too small and too densely packed, and the Greenskins trampled them to death.
"Philosopher King, we must hurry. So many Decomposer Worker Bees dying at once will release enough pheromones to put the Hive on alert." Iris's voice sounded a little anxious through the little beetle.
Hundreds of Greenskin Nobs broke into a run, trampling even larger swathes of beetles to death. Their fluids and shattered remains flowed into a river across the ground.
Before long, a Tyranid encased entirely in black carapace arrived, with only a small head protruding.
He poked out his little head and sniffed the fluids on the ground. His eyes emerged from beneath his carapace as well, and his insectoid compound eyes filled with vigilance and confusion as he surveyed the long river of fluids.
He extended his antennae and exchanged pheromones with the surrounding Hrud. The more he communicated, the more confused he became. Everything was normal? How could this possibly be normal!
His antennae promptly began whirling, and a group of Warrior Bugs gathered from the surrounding area, following him forward along the trail of fluids.
"Here's the situation. I caught the scent of a Male Bug just now. Apart from the Norn Queens and the Queen, Male Bugs have the keenest perception and greatest intelligence of our entire race. They don't exist solely to mate and enable the Norn Queens and the Queen to lay eggs."
Ils slowly explained to Little Slick why they had needed to take a detour. Amid the ceaseless flow of the Tyranid Swarm, not a