The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 44 42. The Ancient Saints vs. the Hive Tyrant.

After saying this, Zeratul immediately pounced on the monster in front of him, with green flames burning behind him, rushing over like the netherworld fire from hell.

Any creature is afraid of fire, even the Tyranid Tyrant who has been genetically combined by the Hive. In particular, this kind of warp fire that can burn the soul instantly aroused a faint fear in his already dead emotions. When he subconsciously dodged backwards, Zeratul found an opportunity.

The sharp and psychic claws tore forward, and the Tyranid Tyrant who reacted hurriedly used his limbs to block, but before that, Zeratul had succeeded. The light blade easily penetrated his purple shield, cut off the carapace, and finally successfully wiped a miserable scratch on his chest.

Feeling the pain, Tyranid Tyrant roared angrily, and then used the same trick to slap down again, but what shocked him was that the monster in front of him actually caught his sharp blade. Although it looked a bit strenuous, he caught this terrible weapon with his bare hands. Then Zeratul exerted force and threw the enemy to the ground. His huge weight instantly suppressed Tyranid Tyrant, making him unable to move.

The incarnation of the ancient saint looked at Tyranid Tyrant who wanted to struggle out in front of him with a playful look, took a deep breath, and then the terrible psychic flames sprayed out of his mouth, burning Tyranid Tyrant's shield and his shell. In this ancient fire, Tyranid Tyrant felt that his whole body, including his soul, was burning violently, and he had no way to hold on for a long time.

Tyranid Tyrant used all his strength to let his tail wrapped in shells hit the metal skeleton of the "Ghost Dragon" in front of him fiercely. Zeratul, who was not prepared at all, was knocked aside, and Tyranid Tyrant also took the opportunity to struggle out.

The Tyranid Tyrant, who had escaped death, roared at the golden monster with green flames in front of him with anger and shame. Now he dared not ignore such an opponent anymore. Although he looked majestic when he roared, he was in a bad condition. A faint smell of barbecue could be smelled on his chest wound. The entire front half was burned black by the flames, and some parts had exploded, revealing bright red flesh.

On the other hand, although the opponent was a little confused by the whip, he shook his head and recovered quickly, and flew up again, just like nothing happened.

Although the Tyranid Tyrant was a powerful existence, he still felt that it was difficult for him to win in the face of such a terrible force.

This was the absolute gap in strength.

The Tyranid Tyrant roared at the monster in front of him, while slowly circling back, trying to retreat. Although this creature had its emotions strangled, it still had a high level of self-awareness, and he didn't want to die here.

But Zeratul didn't want the murderer to escape, so Tyranid Tyrant had to play a little trick.

"Roar, roar, roar!!"

Tyranid Tyrant roared again, pretending to rush forward, but Zeratul on the opposite side did not show any defensive moves after seeing it, but instead accelerated his horsepower to rush against him.

Tyranid Tyrant's stupid brain short-circuited instantly, but he was not so stupid that he saw that the other party did not fall for it and quickly made a shrill sound. Dozens of warrior bugs and a dozen Tyrant guards immediately rushed up, trying to stop the metal monster rushing in front of them. But Zeratul only took a few breaths to turn these guys into pieces of meat and minced meat.

The fleeing Tyranid Tyrant was so scared after seeing this scene that he directly shed his burnt outer shell and ran even harder.

At the same time, he summoned two biological tanks to try to stop the monster on the opposite side again, but one was hit in the middle with a big hole, and the other was chopped into 4 pieces.

This frightened the Tyranid Tyrant so much that he couldn't even roar. He ran forward desperately with a miserable cry. This was even more miserable. He threw away the weapons in his hands and ran very fast. Finally, he ran to the safe zone. He looked at the metal green fire skeleton dragon running towards him with lingering fear, and was sucked back by the narwhal.

Seeing his enemy escape, Zeratul was furious and used psychic fire to clear the remaining Tyranid swarm fleet around him again. But he didn't have more time to waste here, because the space dwarves were already in a very bad situation. It was said that they had lost the armored railway defense line and the enemy was about to attack the suburbs.

Thinking of this, Zeratul flapped his huge metal wings and flew towards the central fortress. During the flight, he was somewhat surprised to find that the Tyranid Hive Air Force did not think of intercepting him when they found him, but deliberately avoided him. He seemed to feel a little fear from his psychic senses.

Although the Tyranids may be afraid of the incarnation of the ancient saints, they will never be afraid of the space dwarves. The situation in the fortress is getting worse and worse. The space dwarves have lost more than hundreds of thousands of people, and the bodies of the dwarves and hive soldiers are quickly absorbed by the subsequent swarms of insects, which once again cultivate stronger troops and launch increasingly terrifying attacks on the dwarf positions.

Vallat stood at the front line, holding the solar ray gun in his hand and quickly killing a roaring Tyranid warrior. Looking at the bloody fighting of the Hearthborn and Ironborn warriors next to him, he turned his head and shouted to the communicator behind him

"Have the rear troops retreated?!"

The communicator, who was hunched over, hurriedly said after hearing this

"The civilians and the remains of the ancestors have been evacuated!! The backups of the ancestors are also being installed, and the STC software is on the way!!"

"But sir, we have good news and bad news!!"

Vallat ducked his head to avoid a shot of acid and asked irritably

"What's the bad news?"

"We are surrounded and can't get out!!"

"Then what's the good news?"

"There will be no more bad news!!"

Vallat was a little slow after hearing this, but he also showed a relieved expression. After all, the other two older high lords had already died in the battle just now, and he might have to follow them.

"Warriors! Use steel and flesh to support our compatriots for another hour!!"

Just when everyone was ready to fight to the death, the Tyranid Zerg army in front of them suddenly became chaotic. A large number of basic units suddenly wailed, and the originally neat formation became chaotic. Even those low-end node creatures began to look at them in panic, as if some monsters were about to come around.

Just in Vallat. Just when they discovered the situation of these monsters, the opposite wall was suddenly smashed open.

"Boom!!!"

Amid the screams of the Tyranids, a metal dragon at least eight meters tall and shining with green flames rushed over. The terrible flames quickly swept away the howling Tyranids, just like the ancient mythical beasts in the past, unstoppable.

Just when the space dwarves were still shocked, the dragon in front of them spoke in human language.

"Don't be stunned anymore, Commander Vallat, the enemy will soon come up again, we have to evacuate here quickly."