Shire immediately realized that they had encountered a psychic attack, and felt the alien's thinking penetrate into his mind, penetrated the walls formed by discipline and hypnotic training, and groped for the deepest core of human nature.
All the memories that were almost forgotten a long time ago were dug out. He hated those memories. Although they were just broken fragments, they conflicted with his sense of mission as the son of the void.
The flashes of life in the past, a sandbar and a clear ocean, the laughter of a woman invaded his will, and this is the whole of a boy that had existed before the void came for him.
More memories swept over, swept towards him by inhuman will - he felt the heat of the weapon that almost took his life, and remembered the dark thoughts that almost occupied his soul at the trough.
His consciousness twisted and struggled in the claws of his opponent, and those memories became more and more strange and inhuman.
He heard the uncoordinated music of the will of the insect nest, which washed away his consciousness and took away his consciousness, leaving only the only purpose - to swallow.
These thoughts do not belong to him, but to his enemies.
He learned from the fight with Tyron that although their most commonly used weapons are claws, toxins and acids, some of them can also use their minds to attack their opponents.
But there are some other things in it.
Even under such extreme pain, Charles sensed... some flaw in that ruthless hunger.
An emotion that does not desire biomass, but something else, just like human emotions.
No matter what that is, this is a weakness, and he knows to make good use of any of the enemy's weaknesses, but he cannot interfere with this weakness without the talent of psychics, and can only rely on his will to resist by relying on his anti-psychic training.
Until a slight cough.
With that movement, anger gave way to the cold, like a predator swimming in the deep layer of consciousness, slid through the darkness with joy, then jumped up, opened his bloody mouth and bit a rash ghost entering the water.
Shire felt anger that was both animal and human, and it contained a hint of grief, or madness.
Then there was a frightened roar in reality, and then the claws that grabbed his consciousness began to loosen.
The mist shrouded in consciousness gradually dissipated. Shire saw the savage figure of the gene thief who was rushing towards them in front of him. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his head, raised the bomb gun and fired forward.
A certain gene stealer's head was instantly blown into a red mist.
The gunshot was like a signal, and the soldiers in the company also broke free from the constraints and began to shoot instinctively.
The dark cabin was suddenly lit by the flames emitted by the bomb guns, and the aliens fell one by one, but there were obviously more aliens behind them, and perhaps thousands of them were not necessarily.
But Charles ceased the fire and turned his head to see the man walking out of the darkness.
Kavaji, Pale Wanderer, think tank director, the oldest in the battle group (conservatively estimated to be 6,000 years, because the official statement was "directly appointed by the Forgotten, the third-generation warrior in the battle group", and Pale Wanderer was also the name of the Crow Guard before the return of the Primrose), his power armor was even more impressive than Shire's - its bottom was dark blue, a psychic hood full of wires from the boots to the neck was engraved with dense swirl-like exile marks totem, and a pair of heavy shell carved shark teeth hung on the throat, more old magic talismans were hanging on the arm armor, and in his right metal glove was a bone carved force staff, and his head was decorated with a shark mouth with a sea-green gem, and the stone shone in the glimmer of light.
The think tank director did not wear a helmet, and his head was mostly covered by a psionic hood, revealing only unnatural eyes and a disturbing face that was mostly white and wrinkled like a corpse.
Around the eyes of the think tank director, there is a certain rough, dark gray small tooth-shaped ringworm growing in the skin around the chin and neck, forming a certain scaly structure.
This is a lesion that appeared in the ancient times by the Human-Eating Shark War Chapter. The symptoms will worsen over time and usually appear in older people.
And beside the ancient think tank director, there was a young apprentice named Skel.
This was one of the "trophys" they had grabbed from the Midnight Lord in the past. In the end, he survived the surgery as the pale wanderer expected and became a real Astarte.
Now he has no trace of childhood in the past. His skin has turned gray and his eyes are as dark as ink. He has shaved a buzz head, his face is covered with indigo blue tattoos, and he is wearing a hooded power armor.
The apprentice Skell had a faint fluorescence of psychic energy flashing in his eyes, which was a manifestation that he had not yet completely controlled his power, but the pale wanderer had chosen him as his heir.
After several years, this young man will inherit everything from the mentor, including the equipment, so he must always follow his mentor and learn all the skills he needs to learn before the mentor is completely weak.
"You're here at the right time."
The pain in his mind began to ease. Shire greeted the pale wanderer, then turned around and continued to scan the darkness behind the alien figures, trying to find their commander.
It hid somewhere nearby, disturbing their consciousness, trying to make them unable to fight back.
Soon, the chief raider locked in a figure hiding behind a statue.
It was a nest owner, and it was bigger than any nest owner he had seen before - just twice as big.
"What a big nest owner, this thing smells of contaminated."
The pale wanderer also saw the giant beast and keenly noticed something strange on the other party.
"I felt it when I first came into contact with its spirit that its thinking was different from that of most Zergs, and I was very suspicious-"
Before Kavaji could finish his opinion, Charles' eyes met the alien red eyes again. He felt the alien's ugly thinking appeared in his consciousness again.
Then, he used every bit of his willpower and anti-psychic training to block the psychic attack. The last time he was sneak attacked by the enemy, he wouldn't do it this time.
Then he raised his gun, but suddenly felt another pain, like acid erosion.
Shire ignored the pain and pulled the trigger towards the target.
The monster stood up and spread his four arms as if he was making an invitation. Shire could even feel the feeling of pleasure that the guy showed.
After that, it disappeared and the lock indicator light for the aiming auxiliary no longer flashed.
Shire couldn't help but curse.
"That guy didn't escape, it simply disappeared!"
The pale wanderer frowned slightly, both dissatisfied with the recklessness of the chief raider and confusion about the alien's strange behavior.
"Telection? This Zerg actually uses psychic energy to teleport? Incredible..."
"It's another psionic trick!"
Shire growled in anger.
"No matter where it is, it will definitely not be far from here!"
He could feel that the consciousness of that thing was still in his mind, and he hid in the depths of his subconscious mind. It was like he wanted to communicate with himself, not with words, but with feelings.
Although its first attack was blocked, the showdown between them was not over yet.
He turned around and saw a gene stealer rushing towards him.
The chief raider waved his arm and directly used a battle axe to knock the gene thief's remaining body to the side, then rushed to the position where the nest owner had just appeared.
If he could find and kill it, then the action was halfway through.
If he can't, at least he needs to know where the other party's nest is.
Then he opened the communication channel:
"Tordor, take my brothers to hold the position before I come back. If I can't come back, try to contact others and ask for support."
"Where are you going?"
Todor shouted loudly, trying to overshadow the deafening sound of battle around him.
“Go to hunt.”
The chief raider Charles dropped this sentence and rushed into the darkness.