When the slimy tentacles released Cornwall, his expression had changed completely, as though he had become someone else. Blue and purplish-red lines filled his pupils, a clear sign of corruption.
Seemingly sensing something wrong with his eyes, Cornwall blinked, and his pupils returned to normal.
He now understood the task his master had given him: remain undercover, make preparations, and wait for the ideal moment to complete his master's mission.
In the void, the Tyranid Fleet seemed to have been stirred by something. It abandoned its steady pace and began accelerating toward the Euronia System.
It was clear that, in the not-too-distant future, an even larger war would break out in the Euronia System.
Cheng Mingrui knew nothing of this. He was on a killing spree inside the Dimensional Prison.
As he slaughtered in silence, he paid no attention to the time. After all, fog filled the Dimensional Prison, and without any reference points, there was no way to distinguish day from night.
The only thing Cheng Mingrui carefully recorded was the number of monsters he killed. Once he got out, he would compare his tally with those of the Nobs under his command.
After knocking the Flesh Giant before him-over twenty meters tall-to the ground and crushing its head with his Power Fist, Cheng Mingrui marked another 1 on his scorecard. Each time he killed a monster in the Dimensional Prison, he recorded a 1, whether it was a lone monster or an entire group.
Including his earlier kills, the total number of monsters and monster groups he had slain already exceeded five hundred.
The only thing he noticed was that, as the fighting continued, the monsters not only grew increasingly bizarre in appearance but also became stronger.
Cheng Mingrui was all but certain these monsters had been artificially