"Release them! Let's finish this quickly!"
"Understood." Rena closed her eyes, a fleeting purple aura of Psychic Power passing through them.
The order was instantly transmitted to the rear of the battlefield via the Zerg swarm network.
In the shadows behind the passage, in the previously deserted side passage, the sound of light footsteps suddenly arose.
There were no slogans, no shouts, only the soft, almost inaudible sound of their feet landing, like a group of stealthy predators silently approaching the battlefield.
The first to emerge from the shadows were five enormous figures shrouded in gray robes.
They were nearly three meters tall, even more imposing than the Ogryn giants of the Imperium.
His exposed skin had an unhealthy grayish-purple hue, and his muscle lines were as sharp and angular as rocks.
This is a third-generation Genestealer hybrid Aberrant, a genetically modified flesh and blood tank with bone density dozens of times that of ordinary humans, and completely degenerated pain receptors, making it fearless of death.
The lead Aberrant let out a low growl and charged head-on into one of the oncoming Chaos Spawn.
"Thump!!!"
The dull thud made the passageway vibrate.
The four- or five-meter-tall Chaos Spawn was knocked back two steps by the shorter Aberrant, and several wounds were torn open on its bloated body.
Before the Chaos Spawn could react, the Aberrant's enormous hand had already gripped its two thick, sharp claws.
His arm muscles bulged, and he actually began to wrestle with the Warp monster.
Following closely behind were thirty second-generation Genestealer charged into the battlefield.
Their most striking feature is the third, thick arm that grows from their back. The three arms are so flexible that they seem to be born with them, and each one wields a different weapon.
Some wielded Boltgun in one hand to accurately fire at distant Flamer, while using Power Sword in the other to slash at nearby believers.
The third arm wielded a three-headed flail, creating a whistling wind that swept away swarms of believers.
Some wield Meltagun in their left hand, Plasma Pistol in their right, and a sharp claw blade in their third arm, switching seamlessly between close and long-range combat with fluid, graceful movements.
The previously precarious defensive line was instantly stabilized.
The acolytes, in groups of three, back to back, formed a perfect firepower network with three heads and nine arms, taking down the swarming monsters in droves.
In the blind spots of the battlefield and in the shadows of the ceiling, several even more swift figures were moving silently.
Those are the fifth generation of atavistic Purestrain Genestealer; they have completely lost the ability to mimic humans.
Its body is hunched over, and its forelimbs have mutated into tearing claws that are half a meter long. The claw blades gleam with a cold metallic luster and are sharp enough to tear through the Terminator Armour of Space Marine.
Like true demons, they circle behind demons and believers, their claws easily slicing through the demons' Psychic Power bodies or causing Chaos Spawn to burst open.
The targets they target are silently dismembered without even being able to scream.
At the heart of the group, three figures dressed in purple and gray robes walked slowly forward.
They are fourth-generation Genestealer bishops, Psychic Power talents far surpass those of ordinary hybrids.
With a wave of their hands, the three men unleashed layers of pale purple Psychic Power barriers, enveloping all the assault team members.
The light barrier, which had been teetering on the brink of collapse after being struck by the magic bullets, instantly became indestructible under the blessing of the three bishops.
The dark blue attack struck it, only creating tiny ripples.
Standing at the very front of the three bishops was a tall, slender female figure.
She was also bald, with four muscular arms stretching out behind her, each palm radiating a faint aura of Psychic Power.
His purple eyes were devoid of any emotion, like those of a hunter surveying all living beings.
Rena Guyu.
Currently, Rena is the chosen one, and also the strongest among all Genestealer of the Plague Cleansing Cult, a pinnacle creation that perfectly blends Psychic Power and combat skills.
She made no unnecessary movements; she raised all four arms at the same time, her fingertips slightly spread.
The next second, countless fine Psychic Power threads, almost invisible to the naked eye, spread out from her fingertips.
It formed a dense, impenetrable net, instantly covering most of the passage ahead.
These threads are unlike ordinary physical attacks; they can cut through flesh and blood, as well as tear apart Warp Daemon in spirit form.
"Cut!"
The sound of Guyu is clear and cold, like ice beads falling on a jade plate.
She suddenly clenched her fingers.
The densely packed Psychic Power tightened instantly.
Pfft, pfft~~~
The continuous sound of cutting echoed through the passageway.
The hundreds of mutated believers at the forefront were cut into neat chunks of flesh by the silk threads before they even had time to react.
They looked as if they had been precisely dissected, with fresh blood flowing smoothly down the cut surfaces.
The several rampaging Chaos Spawn suddenly froze, and countless thin lines of blood appeared on their massive bodies.
It then collapsed with a crash, shattering into a pile of fragments mixed with bones and internal organs.
In mid-air, hordes of Flamer let out terrified screams. Since they were spirits, physical attacks had little effect on them.
But those Psychic Power threads pierced through their bodies as easily as cutting tofu, and their originally graceful figures vanished rapidly as they were cut by the threads.
The Necrontyr didn't even have a chance to split again, or rather, their splitting speed was far slower than the density of the silk threads cutting.
The Screamers's wings were easily severed by the silk threads, and it fell from the ceiling like rain.
In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the monsters and believers in the passage were cleared out.
Blood and bits of flesh covered the metal floor, flowing down the cracks.
The two-faced Tzeentch Sorcerer were terrified, both of their faces showing expressions of utter horror.
They simply couldn't understand how a mere Lower City sect could possess Psychic Power powerhouse of this caliber.
"Retreat! Retreat now!"
The furious roars and the maniacal laughter vanished. The wizards, their previous arrogance gone, turned and ran wildly toward the secret chamber, forgetting even the demons they were summoning.
"Chase."
Guyu uttered a single word and took the lead, stepping forward.
The Plague Cleansing Assault Squad immediately followed, transforming into a raging tide of purple and gray that swept towards the depths of the passage.
The entire team consisted of 88 Genestealer.
As the vanguard unit of the Tyranids, the Genestealer is a typical example of high attack and low defense.
They are incredibly fast, destructive, and their attacks are imbued with Psychic Power properties, making them quite effective against Warp Daemon.
At the same time, each individual shares the Hive Mind, possessing extremely strong resistance to Chaos corruption and mental attacks, making them the perfect weapon for raiding Chaos strongholds.
Its only weakness is its relatively weak physical defense; it is easily injured or killed if targeted by concentrated heavy firepower.
However, with the support of Rena Guyu's Psychic Power and willpower, this weakness was minimized.
They don't need defense.
After all, the best defense is a good offense.