++Daily thinking: Thoughts without faith will eventually fall.++

The first thing that appeared was a large number of alien animals, wild animals that originally survived on this planet, alien species that were mutated after being infected by the Tyran Zerg gene. The Tyran Zerg can hatch Zerg individuals with high psychic energy, and it only takes a moment to control intelligent creatures with care.

"Save ammunition!" The judge roared. She jumped into the tunnel, waving her tearing claws like a whirlwind. The powerful claw blade easily crushed the roaring animals. Everyone pulled out melee weapons, but Su Jing's movements were faster than any of them. He walked gracefully on the wall of the cave and stepped into the nest of the beasts. The double blades on his arm ignited the flames of thousands of degrees of high temperature, easily tearing a huge spider apart, and then turned into a flame to rush into the cave.

"Let's go down."

Su Jing's calm voice came to everyone's ears. Without any hesitation, everyone immediately fell to the ground.

Su Jing took a deep breath, and deep in his throat, a bright ball of flame began to condense. With a roar, an endless stream of flames spit out from his mouth, spreading in the narrow tunnel. Under this breath that seemed to be full of life, the high temperature of dragon flame burned out the oxygen and hydrogen in the air. In the deeper part of the cave, countless wild alien creatures turned into coke under this blow.

The flow of the flame flow even reached the bottom of the cave. Beside a digestive pool, the insect owner's tall body stood silently here. When the flame breath flowed here, it just slightly turned the unusual head, as if it had no reaction to it.

The digestive pool can be said to be the basis of the Tyran Zerg biological equipment. The Zerg biological facilities require a large amount of organic matter biomass, and this is the final digestion location for the substances they plundered. Small round tearing insects rush to jump into the digestive pool without resistance, allowing the digestive pool to turn them into the most basic nutrients. Then these nutrients pour into the hatching equipment along the pipeline, giving birth to new Zergs, forming an endless cycle.

The Tyron Zerg style is like this. A Tyron army that conquered the planet will also be decomposed into basic energy after being recycled from the mothership. For the will of the insect nest, there is no difference between "warriors" and "ammunition". Except for some of the most elite and powerful Zerg lords, they have unique and irreplaceable properties. For example, the "Lord of the Swarm".

The insect owner thought silently. A kind of wise and calm light appeared in the eyes of the four green compound.

Its age is unknown. There is a saying that it is as old as the entire history of the Tyran Zerg. The worm master is not a simple "tyrant"-type node creature. To be precise, it is a Zerg commander who is constantly reincarnated. It is called "the king of the dominant tyrants", "the commander of the Great Devourer", and "the destroyer of the Kahara Empire"... Every time it dies in battle, the worm nest network will recycle its intelligence and give it new troops and give it new tasks. In endless reincarnation, it becomes the most dangerous and cunning worm nest commander.

This immortal monster that has been reborn in millions of years of life will only appear in situations that cannot be solved by simple brute force (this is rare for the Tyran Zerg), and performs the most secret mission. The name of this great enemy of sentient beings can allow the entire battle group to come and kill.

From the appearance, it is taller than ordinary "tyrants". Unlike some tyrants who are accustomed to using long-range weapons, thousands of years of combat have led it to evolve into a combat style that belongs only to its own. At the end of its limbs are four serrated bone blades, each of which is inlaid with a piece of crystal. The energy of the crystal plates its bone blade with an energy field that is enough to eliminate all matter. Even the strongest armor cannot resist its attack, and those who have the honor of seeing it fight can only be described as "lightning storm-like slash and parry".

It doesn't need other fancy weapons, it just needs its own bone blade.

The place where the worm master is standing now looks like an ancient ruin. After digging underground for several weeks, this hidden nest force finally found their target. Its turquoise pupils swept through the gears and the signs of mechanical skeletons on the wall, and used its arthropods to sweep the broken power armor on the ground to the side.

This remains look like an old experimental base abandoned by the Mechanical God Cult. It has been buried on this planet for hundreds of years. If Inquisitor Progast was present, he might think of some secrets on this planet’s destruction documents, about a secret invasion on this planet, and the experiment on the biological prosthetic transformation on this planet.

The claws of the insect master stepped on the ancient corpses and some strange claw marks on the steel floor. You can still see the dull star drawn with blood on the wall. The insect master is very familiar with this sign, which is the evil seal of the evil thing belonging to the subspace. The endless crazy chaotic demons in the subspace are enemies that even the Tyron Zergs fear, but the twisted shadows that swallow everything are almost never challenged by the gods in the chaos...

The worm owner twisted and huge figure slid across the abandoned base corridor for many years. There seemed to have been a fierce rebellion here. The walls were filled with bullet holes and marks of swords. The corpses of technical priests can often be seen on the ground - the few remaining bodies have already decayed. Only steel tools and auxiliary bones still maintain the shape in front of them.

After walking for ten minutes, the worm master came to a gate that had been welded together. The battle here was the most tragic, with a large number of semi-mechanical corpses lying here, the apologists of the Mechanical Divine Cult... laser guns, ion guns and servo arms, giant chainsaws... the apologists fought here until the last moment.

The insect owner did not feel sad about spring and autumn. One of its knife arms was almost irrecognizable, and the thick alloy door was cut into large pieces. It rushed into the room and stared at a body preserved—or sealed in the force field.

At first glance, the body in the static force field looks like a plump and healthy human female body, with silver hair and red eyes. But on her chest there is an evil emblem representing one of the four evil gods.

The last power supply of this base was used to maintain this static force field. A mechanical priest fell on the console, and the energy supply for hundreds of years never stopped until the Zerg invasion.

The insect master walked gracefully to the static force scene and cut off the energy system with his bone blade. With a slight buzzing sound, the static force field gradually dissipated. After a long period of static, the female body slowly blinked her eyes.

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The scarecrow curled up deep in the crypt. The previous dragon flame affected several of his clones, causing him to suffer a lot.

Yes, he knew that his frontal combat power was not strong. His strength was in the mysterious spells - and the sinister means that God could not know. He threw a hair into his mouth and chewed it carefully. He did control the middle-aged officer before. He was very sure to take someone to hell with him, but he didn't expect to be interrupted by the psychic...

Have you predicted it...

The scarecrow was crawling on the top of the cave, and more than a dozen small scarecrows were gradually dispersing around the cave. The other party seemed to have noticed some clues... Is it because of that psychic? This woman was too threatening to him.

In the dark cave, the scarecrow merges with the cave wall. He is wrapped in a very excellent optical cloak. This cloak can not only visually integrate it with the surrounding environment, but also cover up his spell fluctuations and block the breath of his body. In addition, as an abnormal demon, he has no body temperature and no life energy. All actions of this scarecrow's body are driven by his mind and energy... In terms of stealth and hiding, he is a first-class master.

Curse killing is not a perfect method of killing. When facing an opponent with an extraordinary mental firmness, his magic will be weakened to a considerable extent, so he is equipped with a series of methods such as fear gas. For psychics, he also has similar methods to break the magic.

Hypnosis, hint.

The Scarecrow specialized in training has a wide range of skills, including some illusions, mental sensing and psychology. He silently kept a certain distance from the team, creating some simple and effective obstacles for them.

Su Jing's steps suddenly stopped. A figure stood in the passage in front. His red left eye blinked twice, and the broken pupil confirmed that it was not an illusion.

Everyone slowly approached, and the middle-aged officer Malcolm's headless body stood in the middle of the passage, and the position where his head was was replaced by a scarecrow's head. The covered cloth was also painted with a crying expression.

"Tsk." Judge Progast's face continued to change, "Everyone, cheer up. The other party is provoking us."

When the Crow Guardian passed by the corpse, he couldn't help but put down his comrade's body and let him lie flat on the ground. I wonder if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the scarecrow's head was staring at him.

"Dirty witchcraft." He picked up the musket, thought about it and then put it down.

The psychic pursed her lips all the time, and the sniper felt uncomfortable all over in this place. The prophetic psychic energy allowed her to see information that ordinary people could not see. She could hear malicious whispers in the tunnel, which was some kind of supernatural evil power. An evil witchcraft that was different from what she had seen before.

"May the divine wings of the two-headed eagle protect you." The political commissar handed the rose rosary hanging on his wrist to the psychic, "May the glory of the God Emperor shine on you and me."

When the political commissar Tang En turned around, he saw a marching of the dead. The dead were passing by them, but no one seemed to notice it. These soldiers with incomplete limbs were all wearing uniform black coats, with gas masks on their faces, and marched silently.

Krieger's Death Corps, an army that Donn served several years ago.

He saw some familiar figures in the queue.
Chapter completed!