However, Dante activated his jump pack at the last moment before plummeting into the viscous biomass pool on the ground.
Blue flames erupted from his pack, and Dante's body became as light as if he had truly grown wings and feathers.
He leaped up, ascending almost at a right angle, and the melta pistol in his hand, named Infernus, immediately aimed at the Tyrant's ferocious wings.
The melta beam almost directly pierced through one of the Flying Tyrant's wings, tearing through the monstrous membrane.
With its wings broken, the Tyrant instantly plummeted straight down from the sky, while Dante ascended at a terrifying ninety-degree angle.
Dante no longer cared whether the falling Tyrant was dead or not; he activated his jump pack at the very last second before landing.
It was too extreme; at this moment, Dante felt unable to control the fully powered jump pack.
He swayed a few times in the air, tracing an ungraceful curve, then uncontrollably fell forward, crashing hard into the ruins of a nearby forge, tumbling and colliding like a golden rag in the debris, finally smashing out from the other side of the ruins and falling heavily into the viscous biomass pool.
Alexander stood silently on a distant high tower, watching this scene unfold.
He took out an anywhere door from his four-dimensional pocket, and on the other side of the door, the viscous biomass pool was revealed.
The Tyranid hive mind Flying Tyrant, with its wings broken, lay in the biomass pool, appearing severely injured.
Without hesitation, Alexander flashed behind its huge tail, which was specially adapted for flight.
Before it could react, Alexander grabbed its tail and forcefully dragged it into his four-dimensional pocket.
[Item Name: Hive Mind Flying Tyrant]
[Origin: Nether Shield Star System - Ashford Star - Tyranid Hatchery]
[Evaluation: A specialized flying variant of the hive Tyrant, with a pair of arms replaced by sky-obscuring wings, capable of agile high-speed flight in the air. It is the ruler of the Tyranid in the sky, possessing extremely high combat skills. It tastes salty and warm, with effects of detoxification and wound healing, mainly used for treating hemorrhoids and fistulas.]
[Production Time: 999.M41]
[Status: Fresh]
[Value: 2,000,000]
Alexander glanced at his four-dimensional pocket, then couldn't help but look at the gooey, meat-like biomass pool beneath his feet.
He subconsciously reached up and stroked his chin.
Alexander had an idea.
Commander Dante's golden armor was covered in viscous biomass; this disgusting semi-solid goo streamed down his power armor.
Though disgusting, it was this fleshy paste that provided him with enough cushioning to prevent Dante from being knocked unconscious.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Dante paused, wondering if it was his imagination, but the biomass pool seemed to be slowly receding.
It had reached his knees just moments ago, but now it only came up to his calves. Were the Tyranid accelerating their biomass recycling?
As Dante pondered, he suddenly heard the roar of the Tyranid.
In the distance, countless Termagaunts, Hormagaunts, and Warrior Bugs formed a Tyranid swarm that surged into the biomass pool.
But they mostly ignored Dante, running towards the direction where the Tyranid Flying Tyrant had just fallen.
What happened? Dante looked at the scene with some confusion.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Dante vaguely heard a sharp anger in the roars of the Tyranid swarm.
What could have caused the hive mind to be so furious?
"My Lord!!"
Just then, a communication sound rang in Dante's ear.
While Dante was fighting the Flying Tyrant, the Blood Angels took the opportunity to attack the entrance of the Mechanical Spire's gate.
Now, it seemed, they had achieved results.
"We have breached the Thinker's Gate, but..."
Before the Blood Angels could finish speaking, Dante felt the ground begin to shake.
Waves began to ripple across the constantly receding biomass pool.
In the distance, from the ruins on the other side of the biomass pool, a towering figure slowly rose from the ground, four sharp claws piercing the earth.
It bore the scars left by the storm, but even the storm had failed to defeat the great Tyranid; this terrifying Tyranid Titan, the Tyrant, still stood on the battlefield of Ashford.
The overcast sky ripped open, and Necron warships, green-glowing and resembling scythes or crescent moons, appeared.
They unleashed weapons, whose principles Dante could not comprehend, upon the Tyrant; neither particle beams nor concentrated lightning could penetrate the powerful psychic shield covering the Tyrant.
In fact, this psychic shield began to reflect the attacks from the Necron air forces, and a Doom Scythe was consequently shot down by its own attack, burning as it plummeted into the city ruins.
At this moment, the ripples in the biomass pool grew more turbulent, and Dante looked somewhat blankly in the direction from which the waves came.
"By the blood of Sanguinius!" Dante exclaimed.
Because on the other side of the biomass pool, a slightly smaller Tyrant was standing up, bathed in the viscous biomass, roaring in anger.
"It seems to be in a hurry," Alexander said, pointing at the two Biological Titans not far away.
In front of him was a water pump he had just retrieved from Lexio using an anywhere door.
Lexio was constantly plagued by floods and tides, and the herdsmen there had built many high-powered water pumps.
The one in front of Alexander was a high-powered water pump exchanged from a Lexio herdsman for a few bloodstones.
One end of the pump was connected to the biomass pool, roaring as it rapidly extracted biomass.
The other end was connected to the four-dimensional pocket, and these nutrient-rich and organic-molecular biomass fluids were continuously being sent into it.
"The hive mind is truly fortunate to have met you,"
Sanguinius sighed:
"For so many years, it has always been the Tyranid snatching biomass from others, but today, you've snatched it from them."
"Look at you, you're practically a Human-shaped Tyranid Capillary Tower."
Alexander chuckled softly. He noticed that one of the Tyrants was fixing its gaze on him.
Countless Tyranid swarms were also surging in the distance, and Alexander had extracted enough.
He stuffed the water pump back into his four-dimensional pocket and pulled out an anywhere door from it.
"I should join in too," said Sanguinius.
His figure had visibly become even more ethereal.
"The hive mind has detected Dante and Anrakyr's objective and is concentrating its power on Tartarus."
"If the magnificent prism there encounters problems, then all plans will be impossible to discuss."
"My progeny are there resisting the Tyranid's attack; they need my help."
Alexander nodded slightly. He knew that the war in the Netherworld Star System had reached its final stage.
He stepped into the anywhere door and disappeared again.
In the Lower Nest district, Anrakyr looked at the dim, scarlet sky with some excitement.
Finally out! It wasn't easy!
Anrakyr had expended considerable effort to defeat that hive Tyrant, then, having lost his way, wandered in the Lower Nest district for a long time before barely finding the passage from the Lower Nest into the Mechanical Spire.
Then Anrakyr looked up and saw the scene of the two roaring Tyrants.
Anrakyr's heart was stirred with tumultuous emotions; he didn't know how many years it had been since he felt this way.
This emotion, in human language, was called 'f***ed up'.
Two Tyrants! Two! If Anrakyr's face wasn't made of metal, it would have twisted into a knot long ago.
The Necrons and Blood Angels quickly formed an allied army.
The Blood Angels' armor-piercing missiles, laser beams, and even plasma arrows could not harm them in the slightest.
Anrakyr even used the superluminal arrow on his wrist, accelerating a piece of metal into an energy-state arrow.
This terrifying Necron one-time weapon indeed worked, forcefully tearing through the psychic shield of one of the Tyrants.
But it still failed to penetrate the Tyrant's thick chitinous carapace.
With the convergence of the Necrons and Blood Angels, the allied army almost instantly gained control of most battlefronts, virtually seeing the dawn of victory.
If not for those two Tyrants, those two behemoths dominated the battlefield.
And all the forces of the two allied armies could not inflict real damage on the Tyrants.
Dante and Anrakyr's forces were almost pushed to the brink of despair.
Anrakyr knew it was time.
Commander Dante, standing not far from Anrakyr, suddenly saw Anrakyr pointing to the sky.
The scarlet sky suddenly began to burn, and scorching fire meteors tore through the clouds, smashing into the ground, igniting everything around them, leaving only black ashes to drift in the wind.
"C'tan," Dante murmured.