Lynn was somewhat bewildered as she stepped inside the Song Offering.
If Rena hadn't explicitly told him that there was nothing on the ship that posed a deadly threat to them...
He wouldn't board the ship, but isn't it far too chaotic?
Which side should we look at first?
In the passage on the left, several Pink Horror were leaping around, spewing fire everywhere, their dazzling flames mingling with their shrill laughter and the crackling of the flames.
Strangely, instead of dodging, several ragged crew members rushed forward to let the flames burn their bodies.
He was muttering incantations to himself, his face beaming with a bewitched joy.
Needless to say, these people are beyond saving.
Nearby were three Black Bean Sprouts Wych warriors with pointed ears who resembled elves.
They brandished long whips and chased after several Chaos Cultist.
The whip cracked, creating sonic booms, each strike spraying blood.
But the Cultists, after being whipped, showed satisfied smiles, and some even turned around on their own initiative.
And those Wych kept chuckling.
It seems both sides are satisfied.
At the fork in the road to the right, a squad of guards clad in sophisticated powered plate armor were locked in a fierce battle with Genestealer mutant.
The dull thud of Power Sword cleaving through flesh, the screeching sound of claws scraping against metal armor, the roars of humans mingling with the screams of mutants.
A man who appeared to be a guard captain had his helmet and visor broken, revealing half of his blood-stained face.
The Power Sword swung and slashed at a mutant's shoulder blade, the disintegrating force field causing the mutant to explode into a pile of blood and visceral fragments.
A Blue Horror tumbled and screamed as it rolled towards the main passageway directly ahead.
It was thrown out, with a massive figure nearly three meters tall chasing closely behind.
It was an Ogryn, his bare torso covered in muscles, stained with blue blood and glittering fragments.
His rough, large hands gripped a metal pipe torn from the bulkhead, attacking the cunning Blue Horror like a whack-a-mole.
Soon, the Necrontyr's shrill laughter turned into a wail, and its body exploded like a water bag filled with paint, turning into a cloud of blue smoke.
Not far from Ogryn, a group of Genestealer mutants were grappling with several lone Kabal warriors.
Both sides were blinded by rage, devoid of any tactics, driven only by the purest killing intent.
Just as they were getting into the swing of things, an emergency exit door in one of the corners suddenly burst open.
A soldier from the Astra Militarum rushed out, shouting, "For the Emperor!"
Then, carrying a Melta Bomb, he charged straight into the heart of the Xenos battle.
boom!!!
The blazing white light engulfed the area, and the violent shockwave sent several nearby Hormagaunt flying, slamming them hard against the bulkhead.
Lynn didn't need to dodge; an invisible barrier unfolded in front of him, easily blocking the shockwave of the explosion.
"Tsk." Lynn clicked her tongue.
"It's a massive free-for-all! A must-see feature in Warhammer!"
He nodded in satisfaction.
Look at this scene: swords and magic, gods and believers, a diverse array of races and religious beliefs.
Who says Warhammer isn't Western fantasy? This is way too Western fantasy!
With his and Rena's arrival, more gaps opened in the rear, and the Tyranids units in the spore sacs poured into the Song Offering like a flood bursting its banks.
I wish I could just fill the Song Offering directly.
They have no clear formation or tactics, only the instinct and desire to devour all living matter in their path.
But soon, Rena issued a command through the consciousness network.
Prioritize attacking Genestealer and mutants.
The reason is simple: the two sides recognized each other as true heretics almost the instant they met.
This is a clash between the Hive Mind and the will of Rena.
There was no communication, only a fight to the death.
Lynn himself, on the other hand, strolled leisurely toward the bridge as if he were taking a walk in his own Garden of Nurgle.
After Rena "Number Two" was created, Lynn also customized a symbiotic armor for herself.
At this moment, he was covered in streamlined purple chitin armor.
The tissue on the armor pulsed slightly from time to time, emanating a purple fluorescence.
His height increased to about 2.5 meters, creating a sense of oppression.
The head was covered by a full-coverage helmet, and the front had six compound eyes that shimmered with purple light.
On the left side of the forehead, a 30-centimeter-long, spiral-patterned unicorn extends forward with sharp edges.
The overall design is filled with a bizarre "aesthetic".
The combat capability boost provided by this armor is not exaggerated; its main function is to provide camouflage.
Lynn certainly wouldn't operate under his true identity on Imperium territory, even though he was now an outright "heretic."
But deep down, he still believes he is on the side of humanity, just in his own way.
He was surrounded by eight defensively specialized Tyranid Warrior.
They moved silently, protecting Lynn in the center, and anything that dared to approach Lynn would be mercilessly crushed.
There are also those who don't believe in superstition.
A Kabal, with his superb stealth skills, hung upside down like a gecko below the ventilation duct, waiting for Lynn to pass by.
The instant Lynn stepped into the attack range, he suddenly plummeted down, his poisoned dagger aimed straight for the gap in Lynn's shoulder armor.
But the dagger abruptly stopped in mid-air when it was a meter away from Lynn's neck.
It felt like being held in mid-air by an invisible hand.
Lynn didn't even bother to look up at him.
A muffled, teeth-grinding sound rang out from the air.
The Drukhari warrior seemed to be compressed, twisted, and then exploded.
Flesh, bone fragments, and armor plates were scattered all over the ground.
On the other side, three Hellions sped out from around the corner on skateboards, firing their Splinter Pistol at Lynn.
Dozens of tiny poison crystals hurtled towards them.
But they all stopped a meter away from Lynn's body, hovering in mid-air.
With a single glance from Lynn, the shadow on his shoulder emitted a faint purple glow.
The suspended toxic crystals returned along the same path at an even faster speed.
The three Hellions were instantly riddled with bullets by their own shots.
The Drukhari are not without means to counter Psychic Power; their renowned " Blackstone " technology can effectively suppress or even reverse Warp energy.
But that's rare equipment; ordinary Kabal warriors, Hellions, and even most Wych aren't qualified to equip it.
Therefore, in Rena's eyes, they were no different from a fly that flew faster.
Only Tzeentch Sorcerer, with his keen Psychic Power...
He sensed the terrifying, abyss-like will that loomed over Lynn's shoulder.
Seeing this, he also led his men and ran away without the slightest hesitation.
We can't afford to mess with them, absolutely not.
Meanwhile, the Rena Swarm's offensive was also very promising.
For the first time, the Genestealer experienced being overwhelmed by a swarm of insects.
The Chaos Cultist and the demons they summoned felt like they had stepped in a pile of shit they couldn't shake off.
The swarm has no soul; it is vast in number and fearless in the face of death.
Killing them yields no souls or emotions; instead, it depletes your own power.
The Necrontyr's flames and the wizard's Tzeentch spells can wipe out swarms of insects, but the insects seem to keep coming back endlessly.
They were entangled by the swarm of insects, unable to escape, and extremely annoyed.
The situation is similar for the Drukhari.
In terms of individual combat skills and technological equipment, they crush most insects.
A single member of the Kabal can easily toy with and kill several Hormagaunt at the same time.
However, the swarms of insects were simply too numerous, endless, and completely disregarded casualties.
This style of fighting, where each blow is exchanged for another, made life miserable for the fragile Black Bean Sprouts.
What frustrated them even more was that, just like with Chaos, killing these insects didn't yield any "nourishment" from the pain energy; it was a complete waste of effort.
It's a system where there's no reward for winning, but there's a penalty for losing.