In the basement of the Government Building, Mont anxiously watched the biomass pool, which was constantly bubbling and releasing organic gases.
More and more people, seduced and with serene expressions, jumped into the biomass pool.
Their flesh and blood bodies were slowly decomposed in the pool, broken down into the most basic amino acids, polysaccharides, and phospholipids. This biomass, formed by these mixed substances, was slowly nourishing the Tyranid within the pool.
These terrifying creatures, whose bodies seemed to have been adjusted by the most perfect designer, with every muscle perfectly performing its function, let out low growls.
The sound filled Mont with bone-chilling fear.
Every one of his cells screamed, telling Mont to run.
The plan had failed; these monsters were unstoppable.
They yearned to be born, instinctively craving to emerge into this world faster.
Mont thought, looking at the Tyranid in the biomass pool.
The smaller ones were enveloped in embryonic sacs, while the largest one stood in the center of the pool.
Those four sharp claws, that terrifying and grotesque body.
Mont was awe-struck.
The biomass slowly gathered around them, forming more complex tissues and organs, integrating into their flesh and blood.
Suddenly, Mont heard the small insect near his ear vibrating its wings slightly.
Disordered sounds came from it.
"All things decay, but life endures!!!"
This was his brother's voice, coming through vaguely.
"Blood for the Emperor, Skulls for the Golden Throne!"
This was Leman Russ' voice, clear and powerful.
But why was Marquite in the First District? Wasn't he still guarding the settlement?
Did Leman Russ do something? Had the two of them started to act?
Mont wanted to ask what was happening above.
But his current position was too, too close to that terrifying genestealer patriarch.
This monster's five senses must be extremely developed.
Mont worried his voice would be heard by him.
He suddenly realized that he had always been so weak and timid since childhood.
When his brother was abused by their mother, he only trembled with fear.
When the angels first came to them, Marquite quickly accepted the blessing, while Mont always remained fearful.
He was still afraid this time, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
In Mont's mind, the angels chirped, comforting him and telling him he had done well enough.
Just then,
The genestealer patriarch crouching on the pipe in front suddenly lifted its massive, triangular head.
Its distorted eyes stared intently at the ground, seemingly reflecting some scene.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!"
A roar filled with rage echoed through the entire underground palace.
Fear secreted from neurotransmitters.
Mont felt his legs go weak and he, along with the people around him, all knelt down in unison.
"Blasphemy!!!"
The genestealer bishop's reprimand followed:
"Shameless heretics dare to infiltrate our sanctuary and profane the great sacrifice!"
"Believers! The time for sacrifice has come! Come and merge into this great sacrifice!"
As the powerful Seducer's Whisper sounded, many people's faces showed intense fanaticism.
They frantically rushed towards the biomass pool in front of them, faster to be decomposed into biomass, nourishing the birth of the Tyranid.
Boom----
Mont's heart suddenly leaped.
Because he seemed to hear the heart of the giant beast in the pool also begin to beat.
This monster was about to be born!
Not only the people around, but even the other Tyranid in the pool began to decompose, nourishing the largest one in the pool.
Mont's expression began to twitch.
This damned genestealer patriarch was actually so cautious.
Alexander and Marquite had only just begun their actions, yet it had already started to expedite the creation of Tyranid.
It even went so far as to decompose other Tyranid that were almost complete, to accelerate the birth of the largest and most terrifying one.
The angels sobbed softly, sadly telling Mont that they had failed.
They failed.
Mont thought, dazed.
The genestealer patriarch alone was terrifying enough.
With Leman Russ, Mont, and Marquite, along with a large number of plague zombies, they might still be able to cope.
But adding that terrifying beast in the biomass pool...
They had already failed.
Mont's body trembled slightly, and he forced himself to stand up, suppressing the fear within him.
The surface of the Government Building was covered with a layer of silver metal.
From a distance, it looked as good as new.
But only when he reached the Government Building did Alexander realize that ten thousand years had still left its mark on the building.
Perhaps the hard particles in the wind and sand had scraped against the metal exterior wall, leaving layers of complex and twisted lines and patterns, which were dizzying at first glance.
The main entrance of the Government Building was built on an eight-step staircase, and in front of the steps, the genestealer had piled up rubble to form layers of walls.
The genestealer on the steps, from their elevated position, continuously fired automatic weapons at the surging plague zombies.
And in front of the rubble piles, six massive Aberration (Abominations) wielded heavy hammers, smashing approaching plague zombies into powder.
More hybrid mutated beasts hid behind the rubble piles, tearing at the flesh and blood of the plague zombies with their grotesque, mutated claws.
For a time, a large number of plague zombies and genestealer were at a stalemate at the entrance of the Government Building.
Alexander, wearing Superman Gloves on one hand, holding the Sword of Light. Denkōmaru in the other, and wearing a Superpower Hat, took a slight step forward.
His figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the genestealer on the eight-step staircase.
Before these genestealer could react, the mechanical hand on Alexander's head suddenly swung.
These genestealer were all sent flying into the tide of plague zombies at the bottom of the steps, as if they had been kicked hard in the butt by Uncle Tom's boot.
"Yah!!!!"
A genestealer hybrid mutated beast below the steps roared, its tail twitching, pouncing at Alexander like a large scorpion.
This monster was much faster than Alexander, but it couldn't compare to the Sword of Light. Denkōmaru in Alexander's hand.
Before its blade-like claws could fall, the Sword of Light. Denkōmaru moved automatically, guiding Alexander's arm to block the hybrid mutated beast's claws.
Alexander concentrated his energy, and the Superpower Hat on his head pointed at the hybrid mutated beast in front of him, twisting sharply.
With the sound of shattering bones, the hybrid mutated beast was twisted into a pretzel.
Some of the hybrid mutated beasts and Abominations turned around and charged at Alexander, who stood on the steps.
But this time it was Alexander who had the height advantage.
His four-dimensional pocket opened, and twenty Catachan-pattern M36 Lasguns floated around him.
Twenty scorching beams of light shot out, and those hybrid mutated beasts were burned to ashes before they could even dodge.
The larger Abominations, with deeper mutations and thicker skin and carapaces, withstood the laser fire, only suffering a few horrifying gashes.
Three Abominations charged at Alexander, but their movements were too slow.
Alexander, with his Superman Gloves, swung his fist, instantly smashing one of them into a pulp.
Of the other two, one was shot dead by concentrated lasgun fire from Alexander, and the other was thrown into the plague zombie horde with psychic power.
Rotten mosquitoes and flies surged from the zombie tide, devouring the genestealer still guarding the rubble pile.
Marquite, controlling these mosquitoes and flies, followed behind him, also walking up the steps one by one, nodding slightly towards Alexander.
Before Alexander could look at him, the small insect stuck behind Alexander's ear suddenly began to vibrate its wings.
"Leman Russ."
Mont's voice rang in Alexander's ear:
"Tell my brother, I'm not a coward this time."