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Several hours had passed since that group of strangely shaped floating creatures were shot down.

"How long are we supposed to stay here?" a newly recruited rebel soldier asked his comrade impatiently, but received no concrete answer.

The remaining Chaos cultists were mostly immersed in their own worlds, and as followers of the Dark Prince, they were largely focused on their ever-growing desires.

Art, pleasure, pain—only by pursuing the most extreme inhuman senses and desires can they possibly attract a fleeting glance from the gods they believe in.

"Wyatt, watch your tone and words. We are serving the Dark Prince, and we must ensure that no one disturbs this grand event before all the people on this planet receive the joy and blessings He brings."

Wyatt's introducer, the squad leader, a fair-skinned Slaanesh, gently placed her claws on his shoulders, her unfocused, mirror-like black eyes scrutinizing the new recruit.

If the other party shows even the slightest sign of resistance, these sharp claws will cut countless wounds on his body and then burrow deep into his flesh.

"There shouldn't be anything unusual at the moment, right?"

"Yes...yes! So far, the view is clear, and there are no suspicious figures."

In Wyatt's eyes, the brown-haired woman in military uniform, who looked seven-tenths like his first love, was encouraging him in a kind tone, and he was so shameless, with no awareness whatsoever of serving and sacrificing himself for God.

"Very good, then I look forward to your contribution to our cause. I believe you will definitely do it, so..."

Slaanesh breathed softly into Wyatt's ear, the nauseating scent of musk filling his nostrils, but to the latter, it was like a gentle breeze during Esperan's planting season, carrying a faint fragrance of pollen.

Wyatt's face flushed instantly, and his heart pounded in his chest. Since meeting the other person, everything in his life had become hopeful. Joining the other person's cause and bringing happiness and joy to this planet, even the earth beneath his feet seemed to be moved by their great cause and began to resound with cheers.

Wait, this doesn't seem to be an illusion.

The alloy ground around the anti-aircraft gun was suddenly ripped open, sending the man and the demon, who were still entangled together, flying into the air.

A large insect, taller than a person and resembling a tortoise, crawled out of the hole in the alloy floor, with two curved bone claws extending from the front of its thick shell.

The creature muttered softly, its head, with three large, glowing green eyes, poking out from its shell, seemingly filled with curiosity and bewilderment about what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Rhodes, who was far above the flagship, got goosebumps. After all, he had clearly heard the conversation between the Slaanesh and the recruit above when the cockroach was moving underground.

Thanks to the stability of the Zerg's psionic information transmission, Rhode could hear the Slaanesh's voice clearly and distinctly—shallow, sharp, and filled with a strong, almost stinky fragrance. If such a monster were to flirt with him, he would probably vomit up his dinner from yesterday.

It has to be said that Sister S's subordinates have really maxed out all kinds of illusions and sensory abilities.

The Slaanesh, who had been thrown into the air, crashed heavily to the ground and rolled several times in a disheveled manner, her once smooth long hair now covered with dust and gravel.

"Ah—! My skin! My perfection…"

She let out a piercing scream, then suddenly propped herself up. The huge crab claws that were originally used to give "ultimate caresses" now trembled violently with anger, making a crisp clicking sound as they opened and closed.

"You piece of rotten flesh, fit only to writhe in the gutter! How dare you... how dare you mess up my hair! How dare you defile my noble body!"

Driven by rage, the Slaanesh's voice became sharp and distorted as she looked at the dust covering her body and hysterically roared at the creature that had just emerged:

"You have defiled this place! You have defiled the perfect creation of the Prince of Pleasure! I will tear you to pieces and use your flesh and blood to wash my boots!"

The sharp crab claws struck directly at the cockroach's head, and the cockroach instinctively used the pair of huge bony blades on its exoskeleton to defend itself.

After a loud clang, the crab claw grazed the cockroach's bony blade, leaving only a faint, shallow mark.

"Gah!" Although it didn't cause much real damage, the cockroach still instinctively shrank its head inward, then aimed at the Slaanesh, the banshee, and suddenly spat out a large amount of green saliva from its mouth.

However, such an attack would certainly be difficult to hit the Slaanesh, who was known for her speed and agility. She dodged the attack with a flash, and coincidentally, a Chaos follower was standing right behind her.

Slaanesh escaped, but he was the one who suffered.

"Aaaaaaah!"

The green liquid immediately corroded his flesh upon contact with it, seeping into his veins. The rebel soldier then curled up into a ball, collapsed to the ground, and screamed in agony.

In addition to their strong corrosive properties, cockroach saliva is also full of deadly viroids; even a tiny amount can erode a person's nervous system.

"What are you waiting for? Open fire!"

Slaanesh screamed at the soldiers behind her, who then snapped out of their daze and drew their guns to fire at the creature before them.

The bullets from laser rifles and bolters struck the cockroach's exoskeleton, leaving only shallow craters. If it were a springtail, it would have been riddled with holes. This is how cockroaches got their name; their tenacious vitality allows them to absorb massive amounts of firepower on the battlefield.

Of course, the word "Southern" should be added before describing this two-meter-tall figure.

However, the heavy armor also has its drawbacks. Cockroaches move much slower than springtails, and under the dense firepower of these Chaos Cultists, they can hardly even advance, let alone fight back.

But one cockroach means there's a whole swarm of cockroaches.

Another violent tremor shook the ground, and several new cracks appeared in the alloy floor. More cockroaches emerged from the ground, tearing apart the previously impenetrable defenses with their bone blades and spitting fire.

It worked!

Rhodes continued to observe the battlefield situation using the swarm's psionic power. His roaches had already torn through the defenses around the anti-aircraft gun. Once the zebras lurking nearby surrounded it, he could seize control of the anti-aircraft gun in one fell swoop.

As expected of me, I used up all the system's energy reserves to mutate a cockroach nest and unlocked the cockroach's underground movement gene sequence. Just go all out!

A blinding incandescent light tore through the dim battlefield. Accompanied by a muffled bang, a wave of scorching heat swept across, roasting a cockroach until it screamed in agony. Under the heat, the cockroach was wrapped in its own thick armor and roasted alive.

"No way?"

Rhodes's lips twitched. The figure on the battlefield wore heavy purple power armor, its surface riddled with bullet holes and scratches. He held a molten steel gun in one hand and an oversized chainsaw sword in the other. With a single kick, he sent the roasted cockroach corpse flying several meters.

Nobody told him why there was a can of wontons here!