"Too weak."
Liu Zhipeng shook his head.
At last, the Hive Tyrant could no longer hold back.
It realized that the enemy before it was not someone brute force alone could handle. All four arms swung at once, its four bone swords crackling with terrifying psychic lightning as they swept toward Liu Zhipeng in a whirlwind.
That very move had instantly killed the previous Khaine.
"Bring it on!"
Liu Zhipeng's gaze sharpened.
He snapped the End of Lament upright, precisely blocking the deadly bone swords.
Clang!!
Sparks flew everywhere.
Then Liu Zhipeng clenched his left hand into a fist, dazzling golden light gathering around it.
"Take this... Righteous Face-Slapping Punch!"
Thud!
The punch slammed squarely into the Hive Tyrant's face.
"SKREEEE!!!"
The Hive Tyrant shrieked in agony. One of its tusks snapped, and purple blood gushed out.
It staggered backward, the contempt in its eyes vanishing completely, replaced by profound wariness.
"What's wrong? Not so cocky anymore?"
Liu Zhipeng shook the bug blood off his hand.
"I haven't even put my back into it, and you're already going down?"
Just as Liu Zhipeng prepared to press his advantage and turn the Tyrant into a specimen,
a violent surge of energy suddenly rippled through the sky.
Every Aeldari and Tyranid instinctively looked up.
A brilliant burst of light suddenly erupted in the dark purple sky obscured by the Tyranid Swarm's Bio-ships.
A ship... no, a fleet.
A fleet sporting bold, wild pirate paintwork smashed straight through the Tyranid Swarm's blockade.
Countless lance beams and torpedoes rained down as if they cost nothing, carving a bloody path through the densely packed Tyranid Swarm fleet.
It was Prince Yriel's pirate fleet.
The prince, once exiled from Iyanden, had heard that his homeland was on the brink of destruction and led his fleet charging