What could be more blissful than waking up in the arms of your lover after being on the verge of death?
What could be happier than waking up from the brink of death to find yourself lying in the arms of your lover?
Rena repeatedly searched her mind, drawing upon the vast neural pathways of her Tyranids, but she couldn't find a second experience that could compare.
Just a minute ago, she was deeply entangled in the web of souls woven by Tzeentch.
Those giant nets woven from Chaos tentacles were not only imprisoning the Dragon of Frost's flesh and blood, but were also gnawing away at her hard-won independent self inch by inch.
The spiritual threads formed from billions of Tyranids units snapped and dissipated one by one.
Those were the foundations she desperately tore out of the collective will of the insect hive, forming the basis of the personality " Rena ".
Death was not terrifying for Tyranids; what was truly terrifying was the complete erasure of his self.
They will either be reintegrated into the Hive Mind or captured by Tzeentch, becoming an eternal plaything in the hands of the Lord of Change.
The sensation wasn't a burning pain in the skin, but rather the feeling of existence itself being erased by an eraser.
As if all his own joys and sorrows, all the memories and all the time he spent with Lynn, were about to vanish into nothingness.
But now, the suffocating feeling of confinement has vanished.
She opened her vertically shaped purple dragon eyes, and what came into view was Lynn's hundred-meter-tall purple Avatar of Domination.
Those eyes, usually so calm and decisive, held no trace of the coldness of battlefield combat; only undisguised heartache and overflowing affection remained.
Rena, who is always rational and efficient and used to prioritizing survival and missions, has her strong mental defenses completely crumble after escaping death.
The Dragon of Frost, with its towering and terrifying size, capable of sweeping across the entire space station, now resembled a young beast that had suffered a great injustice.
The massive dragon body curled up slightly, its huge head burying itself into the broad, light-forged chest of Lynn's Avatar of Domination, its hard chitinous horns gently brushing against the purple energy body.
Completely disregarding the surging aftershocks of Warp Psychic Power all around, and the fact that the enemy, not yet destroyed, was nearby.
She nestled in Lynn's arms, burying her head in him and acting spoiled, unwilling to move away even a little.
In this shattered crevice of Warp, the remnants of isolated space islands left over from the previous great war float everywhere.
The black rift torn open by the previous collision was still absorbing Chaos energy, and ripples of the storm swept around in circles.
Not far away, Tzeentch's eighty-meter-tall divine avatar was coldly watching the two embracing.
On His outstretched, enormous wings, thousands upon thousands of eerie pupils suddenly contracted simultaneously.
The flowing, ethereal blue light was agitated into an almost pathological bluish-green, clearly indicating that it was greatly angered by the scene before it.
It seems even the gods can't stand the cloying sweetness of romance.
As the Lord of Change change and destiny, He has reviewed countless timelines and witnessed the joys and sorrows of countless civilizations in the Milky Way.
The love-hate entanglements between mortals and Xenos are nothing more than dramatic scenes for Him to play with.
Just when their carefully laid trap was about to capture two unique and precious samples, their prey was snatched back by their opponent.
They even flaunted their affection in front of him, which ignited a burning rage within the Tzeentch.
His several nimble arms were raised high at the same time, and a dark and twisted Chaos curse was frantically gathering and churning in his palms. Countless runes representing trickery and fate swirled and danced in his palms.
He no longer wanted to continue the game of probing and decided to unleash a destructive witchcraft curse, tearing the two people embracing before him to shreds and ending this farce once and for all.
The invisible, chaotic noises, carrying an overwhelming rage, shook the entire void.
"What laughable ties! Insignificant before the torrent of fate!"
But Lynn did not panic.
He held the Dragon of Frost's massive, heavy body firmly in his arms, his gaze serious and resolute, looking down at Rena, whose face still showed some lingering shock.
The howling Psychic Power storms around them seemed to slow down at that moment.
" Rena, let's go together."
The Dragon of Frost raised its massive head, and the grievance of having just survived the ordeal faded from its purple dragon eyes.
All that remains is unwavering resolve and trust, responded with a resounding thud.
"Um!"
The moment the words fell, the barrier between the two souls completely dissolved, and the wills that transcended the divide between humans and the Tyranids began to merge seamlessly.
The majestic Dragon of Frost's body began to disintegrate, its thick armor plates shattering and transforming into countless shimmering silver-white starlight.
Like a cascading galaxy, it flowed continuously into the purple light body, following the outline of Lynn's Avatar of Domination.
At that very moment, Lynn's awakened divine Domination, achieved solely through his own efforts, was complemented by Rena, solidifying the foundation of his divine status and bringing it to perfection.
The purple Avatar of Domination began to undergo violent and bizarre changes.
The surface of the once majestic, humanoid dragon head began to undergo an insect-like transformation.
Layers of luminous Tyranids grew and covered the light body from within.
Behind the avatar, the void energy surged and churned wildly, and three pairs of chitinous wings, as large as those of Winged Hive Tyrant Warp, spread out with a roar.
The edges of the wing membrane were covered with dense, jet-black thorns, each shimmering with a faint purple glow.
The entire form continued to expand and grow taller.
110 meters, 130 meters, 150 meters!
The expansion finally stopped when it reached a height of 150 meters.
The majestic silhouette of a feudal monarch intertwines with the indescribable alien features of the Tyranids.
The dragon's head was covered with the menacing, retracted mouthparts of the Tyranids race, and the once magnificent flat crown was covered with fine chitinous spikes.
The outlines of the Sword of the Son of Heaven and Imperial Seal in his hand did not disappear, but were instead enveloped by layers of flowing, pale purple biofilm.
At first glance, it resembles a feudal supreme monarch who rules over all living things, completely imbued with the indescribable alien power of the Galactic Predator.
An overwhelming sense of oppression, difficult to describe in words, spread out, and even the raging Warp turbulence around it subconsciously avoided this newly formed behemoth.
The Tzeentch avatar on the other side felt this most acutely.
His thousands of eyes trembled violently as he clearly sensed that the overall strength of his opponent had increased several times over compared to before.
The balance of power, which had been evenly matched, tilted dramatically at this moment.
But among Tzeentch's countless contingency plans, the option of "failure" never existed.
Even though the situation had completely deviated from most of the destinies He had predicted, He was still unwilling to admit defeat.
The avatar of Tzeentch suppressed his shock and refrained from venting his emotions unnecessarily.
Four pairs of giant wings violently stirred up the surrounding Chaos energy, while the magic staff covered with pupils was raised high above its head, frantically activating its own power.
Vast, chaotic Warp sprang up out of nowhere, and one after another, Chaos storms, powerful enough to tear apart ordinary Greater Daemon, took shape, howling and roaring.
The overwhelming force crashed down upon this newly Avatar of Domination, a being considered blasphemous even in the Warp.
A surging, Chaos wave obscured half of the starry sky in the crevice, and countless twisted Psychic Power were poised to launch within the storm.
But things are very different now.
After completing the connection and fusion with Rena's consciousness, Lynn now possesses a new power capable of turning the tide of battle.
The mutated, gigantic hand rose, and the Avatar of Domination in [ Rena Link ] state once again unleashed its domain of power.
A thin, yet indestructible purple film rapidly spread outwards from beneath his feet.
The membrane, like solid ice forming on a lake in winter, expands outwards, first completely enveloping its own Domain of Domination.
It continued to devour and erode outwards, even enveloping and closing off Tzeentch's domain, which symbolized endless change, with this thin film shimmering with a dark purple light.
The moment the membrane completely closed and sealed, Tzeentch's entire massive body trembled violently.
"Not good!"
He recognized the source of this power at a glance: the Shadow in the Warp!