Day One: The Tyranids assault was incredibly fierce, with millions of troops pressing in, causing the Imperium of Man to retreat repeatedly.
Day Two: The Tyranids held a complete advantage, pushing the Imperium of Man to its limits, resulting in countless casualties.
Day Three: the Tyranids captured cities and strongholds, destroyed hundreds of fortresses, and continuously broke through defensive lines. The Imperium of Man was in grave danger, and Perdita was on the verge of falling!
Day Four: The Imperium of Man resisted tenaciously and unyieldingly, and the Tyranids began to show signs of decline.
Day Five: the Tyranids... — It was numb!
The Imperium of Man's resistance had shifted from initial full-scale defensive positions to guerrilla tactics, popping out of tunnels to deliver sudden, heavy blows.
the Tyranids had considered burrowing into the tunnels to find the 'mechanical' lairs and destroy their base in one fell swoop.
But once they actually entered, the Tyranids quickly realized their mistake. The labyrinthine tunnels were full of traps and pits, with no clear guidance. The pits were extremely narrow, allowing only two or three Tyranid to enter at a time, completely negating their numerical advantage.
As a result, the Tyranids that entered the tunnels were caught in a pincer attack by the mechanical warriors in the maze-like passages. They couldn't leverage their numerical superiority, couldn't find an exit, and instead suffered heavy losses among their own kind!
What was even more infuriating was that the mechanical warriors, to prevent the Tyranids from stealing their fallen comrades' bodies to replenish biomass, would burn the corpses whenever they had time after killing them, leaving no opportunity for the Tyranids!
By Day Six, the Hive Mind vaguely sensed that something was amiss!
The Imperium of Man... did it have so many resources?!
Combining the battlefield reports, the Hive Mind finally discovered what was wrong... numbers!
Indeed, in the initial landing operation on Day One alone, the Tyranids had inflicted tens of thousands of casualties on the mechanical soldiers. Including the subsequent five days, the total was at least several million!
On Perdita, such a desolate Death world, let alone several million mechanical soldiers, even if it were completely excavated, it would be difficult to gather even five hundred thousand!
Where did the Imperium of Man get so many resources from?!
The Hive Mind did the math: they had deployed over five million Tyranids, ignoring troop types, and after six days of fighting the mechanical soldiers on Perdita, only just over a million remained!
A huge loss!
After calculating, a thought popped into the Hive Mind's mind: they had suffered a crippling loss this time!
Not only did they gain no biomass replenishment, but they also used up more than half of the biomass plundered from several previous Worlds, and still failed to take Perdita!
However, by the time the Hive Mind realized Emrys' insidious scheme, it was already too late.
During these six days, the Mothership had already bred a large number of biological spore pods, deploying millions of Tyranid to Perdita. Such a massive investment yielded zero returns!
Who wouldn't be exasperated by this?!
If the Hive Mind could swear, it would probably already be cursing Emrys' ancestors.
What kind of damned War is this?
Normally, not a single shadow is seen, but as soon as night falls, amidst Perdita's harsh climate, enemies are everywhere!
The most terrifying thing is that those mechanical warriors would detonate small bombs within their bodies before dying. Although the power wasn't too great, it was enough to kill a few Warrior Organisms with fragile carapaces.
If it were normal times, let alone a few Warrior Organisms, even if hundreds of thousands of Tyranid were lost at once, the Hive Mind would not feel a pang of regret.
But the problem is, on Perdita, there is absolutely nothing that can replenish biomass!
This is a Death world, with nothing but desolate deserts and weathered rocks. Forget about replenishing biomass; if this continues, their forces will soon suffer heavy losses!
The Imperium of Man wants to deplete the Tyranids's combat power!
But it has come to this. Even if the Tyranids don't want to fight anymore and want to withdraw from Perdita, it's no longer possible.
The Imperium of Man's continuous harassment is like... well, it's guaranteed that the Imperium of Man will 'strike at their vitals'!
They can't run, and if they continue to fight, not only will they not replenish biomass, but their forces will also be depleted.
It's absolutely disgusting!
The Hive Mind could never have imagined that one day it would be its turn to hate the 'human wave tactics' it once loved to use.
It really wanted to tell the opposing Commander: 'If you have the guts, let's fight fair and square, array our forces and battle! What kind of hero uses dirty tricks!'
But unfortunately, Emrys couldn't hear him.
However, even if he did hear, he would probably just scoff. What kind of War is it if you don't use dirty tricks?
The first sentence in their ancestors' Art of War states: 'Warfare is the Way of Deception!'
Only a fool would engage you in a head-on confrontation!
So, where was Emrys at this time?
He was a thousand meters below the surface, in a highly secretive base, leisurely watching the fierce War raging on the surface of Perdita.
"How is our production capacity? Can it still keep up with the Tyranids?" Emrys swirled a glass of red wine, his legs crossed, a lit Cohiba between his right fingers, looking very much like he was on vacation.
"Leader, currently the production capacity of the Transformers world is 300,000 units per day, all basic-type warriors; the alien world's production capacity is 800,000 units per day, mainly support-type and air combat-type. Mr. Tony from the Marvel universe has added 50,000 industrial lines, and it is estimated that after fifteen Earth days, an additional 1.2 million units of production capacity can be added."
After reporting the data, the War AI coldly stated, "According to the information you provided, we will do our best in the War to consume Tyranid biomass as our goal. Based on my big data prediction, after another thirty-five days of high-intensity War, the Tyranid fleet will exhaust its stored biomass."
"Very good."
Emrys swirled his wine glass, a brilliant smile on his face.
"Just keep wearing them down, like a parched and resentful woman. Squeeze every last drop of biomass from the Tyranids, leave nothing!"
How does that saying go?
Only a tired ox, no worn-out land — that saying can be slightly modified: Only a Tyranid worn to death, no mechanical soldiers with insufficient production capacity!
"Leader, according to my prediction, once the enemy realizes your intention, they will quickly change their strategic objective — from initially searching for and destroying the 'Void Claw' to decapitation!" the War AI calmly stated.
"Of course, I know that." Emrys put down his wine glass, took a puff of his cigar, let the smoke swirl in his mouth, savoring the aroma of the tobacco, then slowly exhaled, a hint of cold light in his eyes.
"What I'm waiting for is the moment when the Hive Mind, exasperated, reveals its true intentions!"
He brutally snuffed out the cigar, sparks flying, his eyes filled with madness, and sneered.
"It knows decapitation, do I not know it? It's simply a matter of trading places. I want to see who can take off the other's head first!"
The war on Perdita soon underwent a subtle change.
From being initially overwhelmed by tunnel warfare, like a headless Tyranid, it quickly found a solution.
More and more Tyranids poured into the tunnels Emrys had dug, and this new batch of Tyranidss had significantly enhanced their size and perception!
"Leader, this should be a brand new species, developed to counter our tunnel warfare, with enhanced perception and mapping capabilities, able to record and share the surrounding terrain," the war-brain's cold and emotionless voice rang out.
"They react quite quickly."
Emrys was not surprised.
After all, one of the Tyranids's core abilities was to produce warriors with corresponding countermeasures from the Norn-Queen, based on different battlefield environments and enemies, combined with the Hive Mind's computing power.
He had never underestimated the Tyranids, and he knew the terrifying nature of this species.
"This is bad, Leader!"
Suddenly, the war-brain's calm tone gained a hint of tension.
"I detect that many Tyranids are advancing towards your location, and their target—it is very likely you!"
Emrys' importance in the Perdita campaign was self-evident; if anything happened to him, it would not only lead to defeat but also endanger other Worlds!
"They found this place so quickly?"
Emrys was not surprised that the Tyranids could discover his hiding place, but he did not expect the speed to be so fast.
He had thought his secret base could hide for at least ten days to half a month, but he did not expect it to be discovered by the Tyranids in just three days.
"Leader, I suggest you temporarily withdraw to the Transformers world; we can mobilize the Iron Man Legion."
The war-brain offered its suggestion.
"No, the Iron Man Legion has more important matters," Emrys shook his head, declining its proposal, and licked his lips, his eyes filled with madness.
"I am the most crucial part of the entire plan; if the bait runs away, how can I catch the big fish?"
His appetite was enormous; merely depleting the Tyranids's forces was not enough to satisfy him!
If he was going to do it, he was going to do it big!
Using himself as bait, he would draw the Tyranids into the game.
"Leader, your plan is too dangerous. I suggest an immediate retreat, and let Optimus Prime and Megatron take over the battlefield here," the war-brain still disagreed, even giving its prediction.
"According to my data, the success rate of your plan is only 30%."
"You know what? I have a friend who always has a saying on his lips," Emrys smiled, nonchalantly.
"Sometimes, one has to take a gamble to know the outcome, isn't that right?"
The war-brain, after all, was just a war-brain and could not change his decision, so it could only try its best to resist the Tyranids.
However, the sudden large-scale assembly of dispersed forces immediately made the Tyranids realize their direction was correct: the enemy's Commander was here!
Thus, in the narrow tunnels, a fierce and brutal battle began, where almost every meter the Tyranids advanced required immense casualties!
One Tyranid Tyrant after another was surrounded by a dozen war machines, slaughtered nearly halfway before being ambushed and dying miserably.
The surrounding Tyranids were also going mad, trying to reclaim the remaining bodies of the Tyrants.
The reason for this was not that the Tyranids valued emotions, but simply because there was too little biomass now, and they had to seize every bit of biomass possible!
After losing nearly half, the Tyranids's ferocious fangs had already broken through the mechanical army and, along the winding tunnels, found the secret base!
Lictor, the most deadly hunter among the Tyranids, was specifically dispatched by the Hive Mind for this assassination, to ensure the beheading of the Commander!
The huge steel door was directly torn open by the Lictor's sharp claws, and with a roar, it rushed into the room!
"Welcome to my territory."
Looking at the Lictor that burst through the door, Emrys remained seated in his chair, lighting a cigar, showing no sign of panic.
"As expected of the Tyranids, in such a short time, you completely deciphered my carefully dug tunnels and could directly pinpoint my location. Impressive, truly impressive!"
As he spoke, he clapped his hands twice, as if applauding the Tyranids.
The Lictor rubbed its blades, its ferocious, yellowish pupils staring intently at the human in front of it, occasionally letting out a low hiss from its mouth.
"As you can see, I am the Commander of the Perdita campaign," Emrys took a puff from his cigar, slowly exhaling, the corners of his lips slightly upturned.
"You must be wondering why I have so many resources, right?"
This sentence successfully piqued the Hive Mind's curiosity, which prompted the Lictor to emit strange tones from its mouth.
Unfortunately, the Traveler could not translate it.
But Emrys could guess the general meaning, and he said lightly.
"Want to know? Defeat me, and I'll tell you the answer."
The Lictor let out a threatening growl, taking heavy steps, and rushed towards Emrys, its bone arm blades, capable of cutting through tanks, directly swinging at him!
Clearly, the Hive Mind had lost interest; instinct told it that by eliminating Emrys, it could end the meaningless war on Perdita!
But, in the next second!
Emrys, who was under the Lictor's blade, suddenly vanished from his original spot.
"Don't be in such a hurry~"
The Lictor paused for a few seconds, turned its ferocious, yellowed pupils, and looked at Emrys beside it, its mind full of question marks.
How did this guy appear there?
The power of the Warp? No, definitely not the Warp; with the shadow of the Hive Mind present, he could never use the power of the Warp.
"Let me finish talking~" Emrys re-lit a cigar, looking at the bewildered Lictor.
"I know you're watching me. Let's play a game," Emrys beckoned to the Lictor with his index finger.
"The name of the game is 'You Chase, I Flee.' There are no rules or time limits. How about it, simple enough, right?"
He was not referring to the Lictor, but to the Hive Mind!
The Lictor let out a few low growls, its eyes surging with mad killing intent.
"If you don't kill me, you can forget about ending the war!"
Emrys flicked the ash from his cigar, a look of madness on his face.
"I promise you, as long as I am here, the Perdita campaign will not end. So—come on, come and kill me, do your best, otherwise, don't even think about leaving here, and don't even think about setting foot on Baal!"
"Then, the game—begins!"
As his voice fell, Emrys' figure suddenly vanished from the secret base.
As the Lictor was searching for him, his voice suddenly came from the room.
"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell you, I buried some bombs here, consider it a gift for our first meeting."
Beep, beep, beep!
The broadcast-like sound ended, replaced by an urgent buzzing.
Then, a huge explosion swept through the tunnels, and the psychic link between the Hive Mind and the Lictor was abruptly severed!
If it could speak, the Hive Mind would now only want to loudly curse Emrys—despicable!
Ten whole tons of thermal detonators, specifically designed for the Tyranids.
Even several kilometers away, one could feel the astonishing high temperature contained within that terrifying heatwave!
Not only the entire tunnel, but even the parts above ground were completely melted by the high temperature of the thermal explosion, and tens of thousands of Tyranids were incinerated!
Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, a high-temperature heatwave created a dazzling mushroom cloud on the surface of Perdita's world, clearly visible even from orbit.
Moments later, the terrifying heatwave dissipated, leaving a crater several kilometers in diameter!
As if struck by a meteorite, the surrounding soil was completely melted by the high temperature, exhibiting a crystalline, sandy texture, and within it, one could still see the glowing red magma of melted rock, exuding a scorching heat.
Forget Ricart, even a Warp Greater Daemon would be 'melted' here.
Emrys' tactic of using himself as bait eliminated at least a hundred thousand Tyranids, including many advanced units, a truly impressive achievement!
But afterward, the obvious result was that Terra's Hive Mind was thoroughly enraged!
Indeed, Emrys, who had just used a 'Land Bridge' for displacement, looked up to see a giant Tyranid on a nearby hill, covered in deep purple chitinous armor, with what looked like a biological cannon on its back, staring intently at him.
"???"
Emrys couldn't understand why his luck was so bad.
It was supposed to be a random teleportation coordinate, but as soon as he landed, there was a Tyranid right opposite, and it was a Biocannon Tyranid!
Waiting for the rabbit by the stump?
No, no, this was pure bad luck, he just happened to run into its cannon's muzzle.
Are you kidding me? It's bad enough that the system always puts him in remote locations when he travels, but why is he so unlucky even with random transfers?
One man and one Tyranid, separated by tens of meters, both froze for a few seconds, then the Biocannon Tyranid opened its ferocious mouth, let out an angry roar, and the biological giant cannon on its back glowed green!
Not good, trouble is coming!
Emrys felt a chill down his spine; he didn't want to be hit head-on by that thing!
Even with the Zhentianzun armor, being hit head-on by a biological Tyranid similar to a heavy tank would surely not feel good.
"Go to hell!" Fortunately, he was quick, directly conjuring a Psychic Flame.
The wild Psychic Flame beam melted the Biocannon Tyranid directly before it could fire.
"That was close."
Emrys wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and finally let out a sigh of relief.
However, rustling sounds, like hard chitin rubbing together, came densely from all directions in the distance.
"They're coming so fast?" Emrys immediately realized that his current teleportation location seemed a bit bad.
Sure enough, in the next second, the surrounding hills were swarming with 'Blade Tyranid', roughly tens of thousands of them, all firing emerald green venomous rays with their Fleshborers.
The Fleshborer is a basic Tyranid weapon that can easily dissolve human flesh and contains deadly venom.
Emrys formed hand seals, orange energy flowing between his fingers, intertwining like electricity at his fingertips, then spreading out before him.
"Shield of the Seraphim!"
This was his first time casting Marvel magic using Psychic as the source.
The effect was as he predicted; Psychic could serve as the 'energy' for magic. The energy converged into a hexagram, a defensive spell etched with complex patterns and magical texts, easily blocking the Tyranids swarm's volley.
"I'm out of here!"
After one strike, Emrys showed no desire to fight, instantly moving using 'Land Bridge'.
But, several hours later...
"This is too hard..!" Emrys sighed, disheveled and looking a bit haggard.
But aside from looking a bit like a fox, he was fine; he was just tired from being chased by the Tyranids.
How could someone be so unlucky? Out of ten transfers, he almost always landed right in front of them. The most dangerous time was when he transferred directly to the foot of a Hive Tyrant; if he hadn't reacted quickly, his head would probably be gone.
"Alas, you forced my hand.." Emrys sighed deeply, "I originally wanted to play a bit longer, who knew my luck would be so bad?" "Forget it, I'll just 'cheat' honestly."
From the beginning, he never intended to stay on Perdita and fight the Tyranids to the death.
Only a fool wouldn't use a 'cheat'!
Besides, he never said he wouldn't cheat, which is much more contractual than Neoth.
The time spent contemplating didn't delay Emrys' actions; he lit up his 'Traveler' watch, a crazy smile on his lips.
"Traveler, cross over, destination... Marvel Cinematic universe."
Goodbye, good luck finding me!
Although, to some extent, the Hive Mind of the Great Devourer does not possess human-like emotions.
But... this time, the Hive Mind, very rarely, displayed 'anger' in the Warp.
It had unleashed millions of Tyranid on Perdita, searching the entire world for that damned human, but after three days, not only had it not found the bastard, it hadn't even seen a shadow of him!
The guy had simply vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated.
Initially, the Hive Mind thought the opponent was hiding very well, and it even expended a portion of biomass to have the mothership breed tracking Norn-Queens.
Just like Space Marine can acquire a creature's memories by consuming its genetic material, and even track scent, hormones, etc., it thought this would quickly lead it to the damned human.
But reality dealt the Hive Mind a heavy blow.
Completely untraceable, not a single trace of his aura!
The Hive Mind fell into confusion; it didn't understand why this was happening.
Millions of Tyranid, let alone finding a person, had almost hollowed out Perdita, yet still found no shadow of Emrys!
On the other side, Emrys, estimating the time was right, leisurely crossed back.
Well, now it's confirmed.
Emrys' face darkened as he looked at the Gargoyles flying in the sky.
Once or twice, he could make excuses, but every single time it was like this, he could no longer argue.
This was purely a matter of luck.
The Gargoyles in the sky went absolutely wild when they saw "Emrys."
They had been 'tormented' to madness by the Hive Mind these past few days, tirelessly searching everywhere for this human, and now they had finally found him!
Gargoyles have no tears, otherwise, they would surely be crying.
The shrieks traveled from near to far, quickly spreading out.
This was the Gargoyles notifying their kind; if nothing unexpected happened, this place would soon be swallowed by an endless tide of Tyranid.
Emrys, however, was very relaxed, even smiling broadly as he waved to the Gargoyles in the sky, greeting them, and slowly mouthed.
"Game on, keep up the good work ~"
The Gargoyle let out a shrill roar, and its Fleshborer blasted a stream of deadly venom!
"Bye-bye ~"
Emrys was not flustered in the slightest. After waving to the Gargoyles, but actually to the Hive Mind, he vanished from his original spot once again.
That's right, he... went back again!
The shadow lurking in the Warp, the will of the Great Devourer, experienced a second human emotion besides anger.
Frustration, it was so damn frustrating!
It had finally found this brat, only for him to vanish again in the blink of an eye!
How despicable, how could there be such a despicable human?!
The Hive Mind could only rage impotently in the Warp, immediately causing the surrounding creatures to suffer immensely.
While the Leviathan Hive Fleet was forced to play a game of 'hide-and-seek' with Emrys on the death world of Perdita, Dante, on the other side, had already led the remaining Blood Angels of Baal, several millennia-old Dreadnoughts, and piloted his flagship, the 'Fist of Retribution', directly towards the rear of the Tyranid fleet!
Undeniably, throughout his career, Dante had commanded countless battles, big and small, and was a recognized excellent Commander.
The Strike Cruiser 'Fist of Retribution' thus arrived silently at the very rear of the Tyranid fleet, completely cloaked, like a ghost on the entire battlefield.
If one were to view the situation from a global perspective at that moment, they would undoubtedly be amazed by Dante's astonishing courage and his cunning positioning.
The 'Fist of Retribution' warship was precisely positioned between Perdita's Hive Mother Ship and the navigation routes of many previously conquered Worlds, like a sharp blade pressed against the Tyranids's heart!
The only way to end this war was to destroy the Tyranids Mother Ship!
Once the Mother Ship was lost, the will of the Great Devourer would be like a 'network node' being cut off, and the massive Tyranids forces entrenched in the Hades Star System would completely lose control!
Without the control of the 'Hive Will', the entire Tyranid would become a scattered mess, and humanity's victory would only be a matter of time.
However, this extremely bold plan carried very high risks. As the one who proposed the plan, Dante had to personally lead his Chapter brothers, sitting in torpedo landing craft, to charge into the enemy's heartland!
The slightest mistake would be like a wolf walking into a tiger's den.
Even more terrifying, if they failed, then Baal would also face destruction, and the birthplace and resting place of the Primarch and Angels would become Tyranid fodder.
This was a result that no Blood Angel could accept!
Dante cast his gaze upon the star map, at the world riddled with Tyranidss, and felt a pang of worry for Emrys.
"Dante, what are we waiting for?"
Chief Librarian Mephiston frowned, not quite understanding Dante's actions.
Their warship had been here for over a day; weren't they here to rescue someone? Why had they remained inactive all this time?
"Waiting for an opportunity, my brother."
Dante's tone was calm, but his gaze was extremely deep, never leaving the star map.
The battlefield was ever-changing; no one knew what would happen in the next second, but even so, he was still waiting.
"An opportunity? What opportunity?" Mephiston asked.
"Waiting for the Tyranid fleet, unable to endure, to be lured by that kid and expose a weakness." Dante finally revealed his thoughts; he was waiting for the Tyranids Mother Ship to show a weakness!
"But… aren't we here to rescue someone?" Mephiston asked strangely.
"Emrys is indeed very important. To some extent, it was his unauthorized attack on Perdita that led to the current situation." Dante paused for half a second, then said faintly, "But it is precisely because of his unauthorized attack that I found an opportunity!"
"I don't understand what you mean." Mephiston shook his head; he wasn't very good at these things. He was more suited to using his psychic powers to crush the heads of enemies!
"The Tyranids have already occupied this world. I don't think he's still to live. Even if he is, the situation probably isn't very good." Mephiston was not optimistic about Emrys, as he had personally witnessed how ferocious the Tyranids were!
Looking at Perdita again, almost every detectable area on the entire world's surface was filled with Tyranid shadow!
In this situation, even if a Primarch came, it would probably be difficult for him to survive, right?
"No, I disagree with your view."
Dante shook his head, a slight smile on his lips, seemingly full of confidence in Emrys.
"He must still be to live, and to live very well!"
The reason was actually very simple.
He believed that the Tyranidss, seemingly having occupied Perdita, were actually at a disadvantage. Although Dante didn't know how Emrys had managed it, it didn't affect Dante's ability to deduce the true situation on Perdita from various clues.
Emrys must still be to live, and not only that, he had put the Tyranidss at a disadvantage.
Otherwise, if the Tyranidss had truly won, why would they still remain on Perdita? It couldn't be that they could replenish biomass on this death world!
Based on the above, Dante believed that Emrys was still to live, and unexpectedly, had attracted the attention of the Tyranid fleet!
This was simply a godsend opportunity!
They only needed to wait patiently, like waiting for a rabbit by a tree stump, for the Tyranid fleet to be drawn out by Emrys and choose to come out in full force. Then, they would strike from behind with lightning speed, destroy the Tyranids Mother Ship, and this invasion campaign would come to an end!
In other words, Dante discovered that the Tyranid fleet, for some unknown reason, had acted out of character, going mad to kill Emrys on the death world of Perdita, which gave him an opportunity.
Instead of rescuing Emrys, it would be better to use him as bait to attract more attention from the Tyranid fleet, and then seize the opportunity to blow up its backside!
Therefore.
All hope now, concerning the Hades Shield campaign and the safety of the Baal Star System, rested on Emrys!
"You must hold on, kid!"
Dante prayed for him in his heart, hoping that the Emperor's glory and blessings would keep him safe!
During the waiting period, he was not idle either.
He had already ordered many warriors, along with Astropaths, to send out distress calls to the Imperium in the surrounding star systems that had not yet been covered by the Warp shadow of the Hive Will.
At the same time, one after another, the Blood Angel successor Chapters scattered throughout the Hades Shield Star System also began to enter a silent state, silently encircling them!
This was Dante's style; once he found a weakness in the enemy, he would pursue it relentlessly!
To achieve success in one decisive battle, and it was at this moment!
Emrys, the core of the entire war and the one who first instigated the Perdita campaign, was currently on a Hawaiian beach, wearing sunglasses and enjoying a sunbath.
These past few days, every few hours, he would travel back, deliberately hovering in front of the Tyranids Will, occasionally even dropping a few nuclear bombs just to make a point.
And so, during the days he fully implemented the sixteen-character mantra, the entire Tyranid fleet, from top to bottom, including the Hive Will, had completely 'overheated'!
Now, from top to bottom, the Tyranids had almost only one thought in their minds: to capture this 'bastard', then devour him alive, strip his tendons and skin, and even crush his soul into dregs, to vent the fire in their hearts!
How could there be such a despicable human?
The always victorious Tyranid team, for the first time, witnessed some 'excellent qualities' of humanity in Emrys: shamelessness, baseness, vulgarity, and depravity!