Chapter 701: I see you all have special skills

That organism in the vesicle raised an eyelid slightly.

Azrael instantly felt dizzy, everything around him seeming to dim, shrouded by a shadow.

An intense hunger surged from its abdomen.

He felt the nutrition in his body losing bit by bit. His stomach was empty, with only cold air. His blood vessels were withered due to lack of nutrients, his fat was rapidly consumed, and moisture was lost between his lips and teeth...

So hungry, so hungry, so hungry...

Heat dissipated in his body like a ghost, and the cold of the outside world entered his body like needle pricks.

He curled up his body, dragging his worn-out fur, and poked his head out from the cave.

So hungry, so hungry, so hungry...

He couldn't remember when he last ate.

Was it the withered little bug he dug out from under the rubble last time?

He missed the texture of that little bug cracking on his gums. It was very bitter, almost no moisture, like eating a grain of sand, but it made him exceptionally satisfied.

His last tooth also fell out last night, seemingly degenerating because it hadn't been used for a long time.

He couldn't bear to part with that tooth, swallowing it into his abdomen, praying that this broken tooth could provide him with a little bit of nutrients.

Prayer... what is prayer? To whom to pray? God?

He only remembered the pitch-black metal skeleton falling from the sky, bringing emerald lightning to ravage.

He saw the sky ignited by flames from another world, sharp-eared shadows and green giant giants and skeletons killing each other.

The planet was torn apart, the continent was thrown toward the sky, and the ancient temple appeared so fragile in the face of real divine power, turning into powder in an instant.

He didn't know why his home had suffered such a disaster, didn't know why those skeletons, sharp ears, and green wild beasts wanted to destroy his planet.

He didn't even know how to hate them anymore; now he was left with only hunger.

When his muscles still had some strength, he had raised his head to look on clear nights.

Every day new stars went out, every day bright light spheres flickered in the night sky. Finally, when he looked at the night sky, he only saw pitch-black holes, as if an invisible hunter were feeding on the stars.

Feeding on the stars, he couldn't help but start to fantasize about the feeling of swallowing the stars, trying to fantasize about satiety. But he failed.

He had forgotten what satiety felt like.

He almost fell on the snow.

The strength in his muscles was passing away rapidly. He clearly knew that if he fell down, he was afraid he would never have a chance to stand up again.

But he actually didn't feel fear.

Instead, he produced a fantasy, fantasizing about himself falling down, and having bacteria, wild beasts, and little bugs gnawing on his body, feasting on his flesh.

He fantasized, fantasized about satiety surging from the abdomens of those organisms feeding on him.

He no longer lingered on life, no longer full of anger, no longer prayed for hope, no longer longed for enjoyment, no longer expected revenge... He only wanted that little bit of satiety—

A sharp blade pierced through his shoulder, and gray blood flowed from his shoulder. His knees went soft, and his body tilted down halfway.

He trembled and raised his head, seeing a beast covered in chitinous armor before him. It opened its mouthparts slightly, and intense hot air sprayed on his face.

He looked at the beast's eyes and actually felt a resonance.

In those eyes, there was only hunger, naked hunger, exactly the same as his.

His shoulder was bitten off by the beast's sharp teeth, and the meat was gnawed off by it and stuffed into its mouth.

Eat, eat, continue to eat, eat everything you can see, until we find the satiety we have forgotten.

A Lion's face leaned in front of him, staring at him with cold eyes.

Azrael issued a wild wail, blood spitting from his mouth, teeth falling from his gums, and the nutrients in his body rapidly losing.

He retreated two or three steps abruptly, finally getting rid of the illusion just now.

Azrael raised his head with difficulty to look around. He saw that the Consecrators had more or less appeared with some wounds similar to Azrael's, but they and Harel were all still standing, still maintaining sobriety.

And about half of the people in the Black Shields had fallen, and the remaining people also had the same wounds.

"You have my genetic sequence, and my spirit extended to you through this, protecting your spirits." Lion said in a low voice.

Azrael nodded slightly. It turned out that because they inherited Lion's genetic sequence, Lion's spirit protected their spirits.

Hmm?

Azrael blinked, suddenly realizing something, looking at those Black Shields who were still standing.

Those Black Shields who had fought side by side with Azrael for a few months turned their heads away somewhat guiltily.

Truly everyone has special skills.

"Careful." Lion's voice sounded suddenly.

A tentacle formed by twisted shadows stabbed over at an extremely fast speed. Lion swung the kite shield in his hand, trying to block the tentacle.

But the tentacle twisted at an extremely fast speed, bypassing the Emperor's Shield and stabbing toward Lion's back.

Harel and Azrael were able to dodge by their own reaction speed, but others were not so lucky.

Two Consecrators and two Black Shields were pierced through their bodies before Lion cut off the tentacle with the Loyalty sword, instantly drained of nutrients in their bodies, turning into ashes and dissipating with the wind.

The tentacle cut off by Lion twitched a few times, shrinking back abruptly beside that vesicle.

That organism in the vesicle wriggled its body, curling up its four arms, staring at Lion El'Jonson with that one opened eye.

When Azrael saw that eye, an intense hunger surged in his body, various roars sounded from his ears, and various illusions surged before his eyes.

He remembered the things he had just seen, trance-like understanding what he was facing, understanding what the Tyranid swarm was.

They were... survivors. Survivors of a war.

The War in Heaven, the War in Heaven tens of millions of years ago, the war between the Old Ones and the Necrons exceeded the galaxy, spreading across the entire universe. Stars fell in that war, planets were easily shattered, the torrent of the Warp destroyed reality, and the roar of the C'tan twisted the laws of physics.

Except for the galaxy as the fortress of the Old Ones, everything between the universe was ignited. Even those planets that luckily survived had undergone earth-shaking changes in climate and environment, almost unable to maintain the existence of life.

Those surviving organisms were hungry, and one or several branches began to evolve, evolving into organisms similar to the swarm, rising from their planets, looking for food among the barren stars, devouring the biological matter and genetic sequences of other survivors, constantly evolving, constantly expanding.

It was like an ark, carrying the genetic sequences of all survivors, and also carrying the last emotion of all survivors: hunger.

Those emotions, that hunger mixed together, rising from those bodies that were eating or being eaten, was the Hive Mind, the Great Devourer, a distant hunger.

Now those split limbs were spreading toward that body.

That four-armed humanoid thing alone was more massive than those swarms that were still drifting in the void and had not yet gathered in the galaxy.

More Hive Minds were gathering toward Him, making Him increasingly complete...

Lion El'Jonson turned into a blurred afterimage, rushing toward the vesicle that was hatching.

The human figure in the vesicle twisted a few times, and tentacles made of shadows smashed toward Lion from all directions. ===== CHAPTER 702 =====