Chapter 140: 141 Humanoid Tyranid Capillary Tower

Yet Dante activated his jump pack at the very last moment before plunging into the viscous biomass pool below.

Blue-tinged flames erupted from the pack, making Dante's body light as if he had truly grown wings and feathers.

He leapt upward, nearly vertical in ascent, and aimed his heat pistol, Inferno, directly at the Tyrant's grotesque wings.

The heat beam pierced straight through the Tyrant's pair of wings, tearing through the monstrous membranes.

The Tyrant's wings shattered, and it plummeted straight from the sky, while Dante ascended in a terrifying ninety-degree vertical climb.

Dante no longer cared whether the falling Tyrant lived or died—he activated his jump pack mere moments before impact.

It was too extreme; Dante could no longer control the jump pack operating at full power.

He wobbled in midair, tracing an ungainly arc before losing control and crashing headfirst into a nearby forge ruin, rolling and bouncing like a tattered golden cloth before finally bursting out the far side and slamming into the viscous biomass pool.

Zhou Yun stood silently atop the Gao Ta, watching this unfold.

He pulled out a Gate from his fourth-dimensional pocket; the other side revealed the viscous biomass pool.

The Tyranid Hive Tyrant, its wings broken, lay in the biomass pool, clearly badly wounded.

Without hesitation, Zhou Yun flashed behind its massive, flight-specialized tail.

Before it could react, he seized the tail and yanked it violently into his fourth-dimensional pocket.

【Item Name: Hive Tyrant】

【Origin: Acheron System—Asford Star—Tyranid Hatchery】

【Evaluation: A Tyranid Tyrant variant specialized for flight, its arms replaced by vast, sky-obscuring wings capable of agile high-speed aerial movement; ruler of the skies for the hive swarm, possessing exceptional combat skill. Taste: salty, nature: warm; cures toxicity and closes wounds; treats hemorrhoids and fistulas.】

【Production Date: 999. 41】

【Status: Fresh】

【Value: 2, 00, 00】

Zhou Yun glanced at his fourth-dimensional pocket, then couldn't help but look again at the slimy, meat-paste biomass pool beneath his feet.

He unconsciously reached up and rubbed his chin.

Zhou Yun had an idea.

Commander Dante's golden armor was caked in viscous biomass; the nauseating semi-solid sludge oozed down his power armor.

Though repulsive, this flesh-paste had provided sufficient cushioning to prevent Dante from being knocked unconscious.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Dante froze—was it his imagination, or was the biomass pool slowly sinking?

Just moments ago it reached his knees; now it was only at his shins. Had the hive begun accelerating biomass recovery?

As Dante pondered, he suddenly heard the roar of the swarm.

Countless Gunners, Blade Worms, and Warrior Worms surged from the distance toward the biomass pool.

Yet they largely ignored Dante, racing instead toward the spot where the Hive Tyrant had fallen.

What's happening? Dante stared, bewildered.

Whether real or illusion, he faintly detected sharp fury in the swarm's roars.

What could possibly have enraged the Hive Mind so?

"My Lord!!"

At that moment, a comm signal crackled in Dante's ear.

While Dante battled the Hive Tyrant, the Blood Angels had seized the opportunity to assault the entrance of the Mechanoid Spire.

It seemed they had succeeded.

"We've breached the Thinker's Gate, but—"

Before the Blood Angels could finish, Dante felt the ground tremble.

Ripples began churning across the sinking biomass pool.

In the distance, from the ruins beyond the pool, a towering figure slowly rose from the earth, four razor-sharp claws driving deep into the ground.

Its body bore scars from the storm, yet even the storm had failed to defeat the Great Worm—this terrifying Tyranid Titan, the "Hive Saint," still stood firm beneath the battlefield of Asford.

The sky cracked open, and a necron warship, glowing green like a scythe or crescent moon, appeared.

It unleashed weapons whose principles Dante could not comprehend onto the Hive Saint; particle beams and concentrated lightning bolts alike failed to pierce the Hive Saint's powerful psychic shield.

Even worse, the psychic shield began reflecting the necron aerial forces' attacks— one Death Scythe was struck down by its own fire, burning as it crashed into the city ruins.

Meanwhile, the ripples in the biomass pool grew fiercer. Dante turned, bewildered, toward the source of the waves.

"By the Blood of Sanguinius!" Dante gasped.

For on the far side of the biomass pool, another Hive Saint—slightly smaller—rose, bathed in viscous biomass, roaring in fury.

"It seems panicked," Zhou Yun said, pointing at the two bio-titans.

Before him stood the water pump he had fetched from Laixi using his Gate.

Laixi was Changnian plagued by floods and tides, and its shepherds had built many high-power water pumps.

The one before Zhou Yun was a high-power pump he'd traded several bloodstones for with Laixi's shepherds.

One end of the pump was connected to the biomass pool, roaring as it rapidly sucked up the biomass.

The other end fed into his fourth-dimensional pocket, continuously transferring the nutrient-rich, organic-laden liquid within.

"The Hive Mind meeting you is truly its fortune."

The winged figure in white light sighed:

"All these years, the Hive has always stolen biomass from others—today, it's being robbed itself."

"Look at you—you're practically a humanoid Tyranid capillary tower," Zhou Yun chuckled, noticing one of the Hive Saints fixing its gaze on him.

Countless swarms were rushing toward him from afar; Zhou Yun had pumped enough.

He shoved the pump back into his fourth-dimensional pocket and pulled out the Gate again.

"I should join in," said the winged figure in white light.

His form had grown noticeably thinner.

"The Hive Mind has realized Dante and Anlakai's purpose—it's concentrating its power on Tartaros."

"If the Grand Prism there falters, the entire plan collapses."

"My progeny are holding back the swarm there—they need my aid."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly; he knew the war in the Acheron System had reached its final stage.

He stepped through the Gate and vanished again.

In the Lower District, Anlakai stared in excitement at the dim crimson sky.

Finally! It's been so hard!

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Anlakai had expended tremendous effort to defeat the Hive Tyrant, then wandered lost in the Lower District for ages before barely finding the passage into the Mechanoid Spire.

Then he looked up—and saw the two Hive Saints roaring.

Emotions surged within Anlakai, a feeling he hadn't known in years.

In human terms, this emotion was called "bullshit."

Two Hive Saints! Two! Had Anlakai's face not been metallic, it would have twisted into a knot.

The Necrons and Blood Angels swiftly formed a united front.

The Blood Angels' armor-piercing missiles, laser beams, and even plasma arrows failed to scratch them.

Anlakai even activated the superluminal arrow on his wrist, accelerating a metal projectile into an energy-state arrow.

This terrifying necron one-time weapon did work—it tore through the shield of one Hive Saint.

Yet it still failed to pierce the Hive Saint's thick chitinous carapace.

With the Necrons and Blood Angels now united, the alliance rapidly seized control of most battlefronts—it seemed victory was within reach.

Had it not been for the two Hive Saints, those colossal titans dominated the battlefield.

And all the combined forces of both armies could not inflict real damage upon them.

Dante's and Anlakai's forces were nearly driven to the brink.

Anlakai knew the moment had come.

Commander Dante, standing not far from Anlakai, suddenly saw Anlakai pointing skyward.

The crimson sky ignited—fiery meteors tore through the clouds, crashing to earth, igniting everything around them, leaving only black ash drifting on the wind.

"Star God," Dante whispered.

Yesterday everything was fine, but today at noon I went out to eat with my family and started having stomach pain, nausea, and a low fever. I felt so awful I slept from four to six-thirty. When I woke up and saw 18: 5, I panicked—eight-thirty already? I hadn't updated yet! I rushed out a chapter, then realized: 18: 5 is six-thirty, not eight-thirty…

(End of Chapter)