Under and around its body, hard metal plates and bodies shattered and cracked under the intense firepower.
The prey below seemed to be aware of their presence and unleashed a sickening fury that blew its kin apart.
Then the hot bullets began to hit its skin, which suddenly reminded it of the feeling of pain.
Soshyan raised his arm as well, taking a second to reactivate the storm bolter before its internal mechanisms began to work.
In an instant, shards of explosive shells shattered the group of weak creatures into pieces, but there was still a giant beast that screamed and ran across the roof through a row of bullets, shortening the distance between them.
The soldier holding the heavy explosive bomb remained still, pulled the trigger, and felt the stabilizer on the armor working to offset the recoil.
The heavy bolter vibrated as it spat out a stream of high-velocity blasts, each one knocking the chitinous flesh from the creature's exoskeleton flesh.
When the twelfth bomb hit the vital point, the giant beast fell from the ceiling and plunged into a group of boiling lower creatures below.
Soshyan lowered his aim, then aimed at them.
The hive master smelled his own blood, which was somehow more shocking than the pain of its open and bleeding wound.
The scent overwhelms the wounds of its loved ones, dimming their strength.
The nest owner retracted its injured limbs and curled up next to its body.
It misjudged the prey. This prey was very ferocious and much more difficult to deal with than those it had encountered before. Now was the wrong time.
The nest owner was too hungry to open his eyes and could not see the road clearly, but the pain caused by this mistake was the most powerful reminder.
It lost, so it had to retreat, but the enemy would not let it do so easily, so it sent out a sharp thought pulse, calling all its offspring to its side to protect itself.
But for some reason, the spiritual channel that used to be accessible suddenly became blocked, and most of its descendants were unable to receive its signal!
This made him fearful and he began to run away desperately.
"Watch the back!"
Loken shouted, and he also joined the battle with his high-power laser gun, mainly to escort Dietrian.
Boundless gene stealers were pouring out from the vents in all directions, rushing straight towards them.
They are all standard individuals, their carapace shines in the dim light, their bodies are splashed with oil and turbid liquid, and most importantly, there are many of them.
The two Terminators faced off against the enemy at the front side by side. Their powerful slashes sent the aliens flying and crashing into the beasts behind them, causing blood and pus to scatter everywhere.
The already mixed air was suddenly filled with the stench of pus, so much so that Loken had to wear a mask to breathe normally.
Loken was responsible for protecting Dietrian, while the other Terminators were responsible for protecting Loken. The ground was now as wet as a swamp, and there were alien corpses everywhere.
The Technical Priest was pounding in his heart, but he was also surprised by the Terminators' power.
That speed, that endless fury, and that precision.
The severed body parts tumbled into the sky, but then rows of oncoming aliens trampled and climbed over the corpses of their dead brethren.
Loken has seen ants do this kind of thing.
The native army ants in their hometown were on the edge of a stream. The first ones drowned themselves so that those following behind could use their bodies as bridges, and the bridges were gradually lengthened.
Ants can always successfully cross the river.
Ants never remember their dead, they only use them.
Another wave of aliens rushed over from their right side, using their mouth organs to make creepy screams.
The Terminator walking on the right drew his broadsword and turned around to face them. The bolters on their arms were almost out of ammunition, and the remaining bits must be reserved for valuable targets.
And Soshyan's sword hit a Genestealer directly in the chest, almost piercing it, and then he threw the alien completely to the opposite side.
The monster screamed and drew an arc in the air before hitting the wall, splashing dirty water when it landed.
Soshyan then chopped off another head with a vigorous swing, and then cut the third head straight down in half in half.
"Protect the primary target!"
Soshyan shouted, and then he started running forward.
Loken was now completely huddled next to the workbench, and had to crawl under the table, because just now his head was almost cut off by a claw.
Four terminators surrounded him in the middle, separated at the four corners, while the aliens ran wildly along the two attack lines.
There was so much pus flying into the air that the respirator smelled like pus, and everyone was covered in pus spots.
The Genestealers crashed into the four corners of the defense line without hesitation, only to receive death and dismemberment in return.
Loken suddenly remembered an old saying - the ants kill the elephant to death.
He realized that these creatures were similar to some kind of cooperative animals or insects. What gave them such selfless and almost mechanical efforts?
Individuals are never important, only groups are meaningful - just take a look at the encyclopedia notes of biological sages and you can see thousands of examples of nature, about selfless cooperation, about irrational strategies, about absolutely guaranteed survival.
But the gene stealers in the records are highly intelligent creatures, not simple-thinking reptiles. So what exactly shapes their duality?
Loken's mind is in chaos now, with various academic theories running around in his mind, but he can see the facts clearly——
A giant, heavily armored beetle can easily kill a tiny ant, but no river has ever been able to stop an ant colony.
Dietrian's fingers became indistinguishable as they pressed keys, pushed levers and adjusted dials.
The locking code obscured the information he wanted and was so complex that even if his own cracked keys worked within the designer's program, it would have forced some degree of adjustment in the instrument.
It wasn't an unexpected development, but it raised eyebrows that annoyed the skilled bishop.
What's even more annoying is that the gunfight fifty meters to his left is also a noisy excitement, because the bolter is not a silent weapon, and the hive master - a species Dietrian has never seen with his own eyes.
The alien species was howling and screaming as it endured being torn apart by explosive bullets.
Not to mention that the popping sound of the heavy bolt rounds combined with the guttural sound of the bolter fire created a peculiar tapping sound.
It's almost... almost...
Dietrian let out a whine of machine code processing from his vocabulary, a sound that sounded like a faint, monotonous pulse to anyone not trained in understanding this unique language.
But it was the closest he'd come to cheering in years.
Fifteen of the sixteen individual memory chips had slipped from the Master Contemplator's data socket, each one the size and shape of a human hand.
It contains the extremely precious data and blueprints of the Abyss-class battleship, and each piece is a priceless treasure.
Although he didn't know how the Alpha Legion obtained such blueprints that had been theoretically destroyed long ago, now they were about to fall into his hands - although it was only temporary, it was enough to make Dietrian feel excited.