Meninges----
The Melta Bomb exploded, blasting a gaping hole through the thick membrane of flesh. Blood poured out.
A group of towering figures drenched in blood emerged from the crimson waterfall.
Company Commander Dakan looked around, but his tactical lenses detected no active units.
He lowered his Bolter, its barrel glowing red, then stepped aside.
Bona walked over and gazed into the distance.
Even before seeing it, Bona could clearly sense its immense vitality pulsing again and again. Its psychic connections almost choked the Warp.
"That's enough. Wait here for me."
"No, Your Highness. We're going in with you," Company Commander Dakan said.
"You'll be of no use in there. I need you to deal with the Brain Matter Region instead."
Company Commander Dakan hesitated, then nodded.
"Take care."
With that, the company of Thunder Warriors charged toward the area on the other side.
Bona took a deep breath and walked inside.
But the next instant, the foot he had stepped in with sank into the flesh, which trembled incessantly.
Once he entered the area, the air seemed almost solid. The surging flow of psyker power was enough to make a psyker's body burst, while an ordinary person would go mad and drop dead. Even Tyranid creatures would not venture here.
The Ancient Ship detected him and tried to force him out.
But Bona gave a smug smile and laboriously took a second step.
Somewhat surprised, the Ancient Ship brought more power to bear.
Yet Bona never stopped. Step by step, he made his way to the ball of flesh at the center.
The ball of flesh pulsed powerfully, connected to several thick, crude blood vessels that vigorously pumped blood into it.
The Ancient Ship grew frightened, pouring more and more power into suppressing Bona.
But the more power it