Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

It was not until this loyal warrior approached the side of the [Tyran Warrior] that the node creature holding two long swords felt this fierce murderous intent.

But unfortunately, it was too late!!!

"For the great emperor!" The colonel pulled the safety pin of the hot melt bomb and roared and pounced on the bloody [Tyran Warrior].

For the [Tyran Warrior] with extremely sharp reaction speed, the speed at which the colonel burned his life was more like a child's joke.

With a light sound of "Puff", the sharp blade made of chitin cut off the colonel's head without any hindrance!

But until the last moment of his life, the face of this warrior was still full of loyalty.

The colonel's mission has been completed!!!

The dripping [hot melt bomb] was thrown accurately into the gap between the armor of the Tyran Warrior.

Before this hideous insect could react, the dazzling light and terrifying high temperature had completely covered its body.

When the sun-like light slowly dissipated, most of the body of the Tyranid warrior had been melted by this terrifying high temperature.

The dark green internal organs with a pungent smell were exposed, and they slowly crawled in the smoke of the battlefield like some strange creatures...

Thanks to the tenacious vitality of the [Tyranid Zerg], even in the face of such a fatal injury, this insect still did not die completely.

As long as this insect is given enough time and biomass, it can regain its peak power again...

Without the control of the [Hive Will], the [Node Creature] with high intelligence is also unwilling to face death.

The seriously injured and dying Tyranid warrior struggled to move his body, trying to escape from this deadly battlefield.

But unfortunately, the idea of ​​this monster is destined to not become a reality.

"Damn guy, where do you want to go?" The adjutant, with a furious face, held a flamethrower and pulled the trigger at the seriously injured and dying Tyranid warrior.

The blue-purple sparks ignited the sticky liquid fuel!

A column of fire with black smoke gushed out from the muzzle of the flamethrower, and the blazing flames burned fiercely on the exposed internal organs of the [Tyran Warrior] like a maggot attached to the bone.

The fuel mixed with high concentrations of promethium penetrated the flesh and blood, and was deeply imprinted on every corner of the insect's body.

In less than half a minute, this abominable alien turned into a pile of charcoal with a pungent smell.

The existence of [Node Creatures] controls the behavior patterns of most low-level Zergs.

When the [Tyran Warrior] fell, the low-level Zerg that lost its command inevitably fell into a moment of panic.

But through the hive network connecting the entire [Tyran Zerg], the remaining two Tyran Warriors quickly took over the control of the low-level Zerg.

Learning from the lesson of the first unlucky guy, the remaining two [Tyran Warriors] have made full preparations for their own safety.

The low-level Zerg swarms like tides guarded the two [Node Creatures]!

After losing the suppression of heavy firepower weapons, the remaining [Laser Guns] and [Chainsaw Swords] in the hands of the mortal warriors were not enough to break such a surging Zerg tide.

The remaining five warriors embraced the activated [Thermal Bombs] and tried to rush into the Zerg tide and die together with the Tyranid Warriors.

But even with the assistance of [Single Soldier Exoskeleton], the weak mortal warriors still could not cross the gap between strength and speed.

Almost at the moment of stepping into the Zerg tide, millions of [Knife Bugs] set off a huge wave of Zerg tide several meters high.

Under the terrifying impact of the [huge wave], the loyal mortal warriors only held on for a few seconds... and disappeared in the deepest part of the Zerg tide.

But at the moment before being swallowed by the Zerg tide, the mortal warriors still detonated the thermal bombs that were originally used to deal with the Tyranid Warriors.

A scorching mushroom cloud rose from the depths of the Zerg swarm! The terrifying high temperature generated by the [melta bomb] lit up the darkness and sent tens of thousands of Zerg to hell...

May the Emperor have mercy on the loyal souls of the warriors!

...

For the [Tyranid Zerg] that is as boundless as the tide, as long as the [node creatures] responsible for commanding the low-level Zerg swarms are killed, the surging Zerg tide will temporarily recede.

Although this period of time is not too long, for the wounded Imperial warriors... this is still a rare breathing opportunity.

But at this moment, the plan to kill the [node creatures] has failed.

The wounded warriors can only turn their lives into firewood to continue to maintain the few remaining lives in this hive city and even this planet.

This war has come to a desperate moment where there is no light at all.

Faced with the heavy pressure from the Zerg swarm, the number of Imperial warriors has rapidly decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the seventh day of the war, only one in ten mortal warriors survived!

The [Adjutant] who took over the position of commander had passed away a few hours ago!

The loyal warriors had had enough of the torment of waiting for death.

After paying the painful price of tens of thousands of casualties, the exhausted mortal warriors finally repelled a wave of surging Zerg tides again.

Due to some unknown habits, the [Tyranids] do not like to move within tens of minutes before dawn.

This means that the Imperial warriors can finally have a moment of respite.

The [Military Rations] were exhausted as early as the third day of the war! And the upper echelons of the hive city had already cut off contact with the Astra Militarum.

The logistics of the warriors have collapsed! ! !

Even after several days of hard fighting, all these warriors can get... is a large lump of sticky [corpse starch].

In a broad sense, [corpse starch] actually refers to the by-product produced during the refining process of promethium! But in extreme cases, even the corpses of compatriots can be processed into this substance for survival.

The exhausted warrior put a small spoonful of [corpse starch] into his mouth.

If possible, this mortal does not want to eat this kind of biomass made from the remains of his compatriots.

But in order to better dedicate his life to the [Golden Throne], this warrior can only suppress the disgust in his heart... like the ghouls in the ancient Terra mythology, devouring the remains of his comrades.

To be honest, the taste of [corpse starch] is as bad as hell.

The sticky starch turned into some kind of extremely dry powder and stuck in the esophagus the moment it met saliva.

Eating [corpse starch] without sufficient water will most likely result in a ridiculous death.

Nearly 30% of the non-combat casualties faced by the [Star Army] were caused by the extremely difficult-to-swallow [corpse starch]...

In a few dozen minutes, the exhausted soldiers had replenished the energy they depended on for survival.