Chapter 1098 Star Wars 2

"God, where is this?"

Ferguson was the first to step into the interior of the enemy ship, and his power boots immediately sank into the organic ground half a meter deep.

The scanner on the tactical helmet showed that this circular passage with a diameter of five meters was not a corridor at all - but a branch of some kind of digestive tract.

The walls are covered with pulsating blood vessels and glands that secrete digestive juices, and every seven seconds they emit a mist containing neurotoxins.

"Emperor above, advance in tactical formation."

Heavy weaponist Torgar immediately used a flamethrower to clear the way. As the special incendiary agent burned the flesh barrier in front into charcoal, the group of Genestealers hiding behind it let out a shrill scream.

Ferguson's bolt pistol fired first, and the 0.75-caliber explosive warhead blew the upper body of the first alien into a bloody mist.

“Keep moving!”

Technical Sergeant Varro's mechanical arm clamped a Zerg that was rushing towards him, and the power claws directly crushed its skull. "These bastards are leading us into an encirclement!"

"Then tear their encirclement apart!"

The team advanced with difficulty in the maze of flesh and blood. Every ten meters they advanced, the biological battleship would change its internal structure. The fleshy gates would suddenly close to cut off the retreat, whip-like tentacles would hang from the ceiling, and even the entire passage would suddenly shrink in an attempt to squeeze the armor.

New recruit Dekens' chainsaw sword got stuck in a suddenly grown bone wall, and Ferguson had to use his power sword to stab into the wall of flesh and blood before he could drag the man out of the trap.

"Be prepared. If you fall in, I won't fish you out." Ferguson joked, shaking off the red meat on the blade.

"This smell is worse than the last time on Senken Star." Dekens' voice came from under his helmet.

"Look at the ground!" Varro suddenly warned.

Everyone looked down and saw that the fleshy floor was forming countless suction cup-shaped depressions, which were the typical digestive traps of Tyranid ships.

Ferguson decisively detonated the thermal bomb on his waist, vaporizing the organic tissue within a radius of twenty meters into smoke.

"For Dorn! For Terra!"

Countless Zerg swarms were torn to pieces by them, and several Space Marines were overwhelmed by the boundless Zerg swarms along the way, but Fergusson gave them the last dignity of being the Emperor's Angels.

When they broke through to the central chamber, the sight before them would have taken the breath away of even the most stalwart Astartes.

In a spherical space with a diameter of 300 meters, there is a throne woven from living nerve cords floating, on which sits an over-mutated Hive Tyrant.

The lower body of this five-meter-tall monster had been fused with the throne. When its twelve compound eyes locked onto the invaders at the same time, the psychic infrasound waves it released directly shattered the organs of the two warriors.

"Damn it! It's psychic power!"

"For Dorne!"

Ferguson led the charge, his power sword emitting dazzling lightning.

He dodged sideways as the tyrant's bone sickle chopped down, and the blade slashed through three limbs on the monster's left side.

The decomposition field boiled the alien's flesh, but the acidic blood spurting out of the wound also corroded his shoulder armor.

Tech Sergeant Varro used his servo-arm to raise the melta cannon and fired at point-blank range, melting through the throne base.

The tyrant let out a deafening scream, and the entire chamber suddenly shrank violently, with hundreds of compound eyes opening on the walls.

Ferguson then realized that they were not fighting against a single creature, but an entire living warship.

“Concentrate your fire!”

While blocking the Tyrant's attacks, he shot at the compound eyes with his bolt pistol.

New recruit Dekens seized the opportunity to throw a Clark grenade, which severed the main nerve bundle behind the throne.

The tyrant's movements suddenly froze, and Ferguson seized the opportunity. He pierced its jaw from bottom to top with the power sword, and the energy field exploded the monster's head from the inside.

The entire biological warship began to spasm violently. Flesh fragments fell from the ceiling like a rainstorm, and the ground cracked into a bottomless digestion pool.

Varro's mechanical arm grabbed the two wounded, and Ferguson covered the rear and used a flamethrower to burn a way out.

"The rendezvous point is forty meters!" the signalman screamed.

Suddenly the entire passage began to wriggle like an intestine, dragging the team backwards.

Ferguson decisively activated the assault explosives on his waist, and the shock wave of the explosion pushed them towards the exit.

The last thirty meters were crawled, and the digestive fluid secreted by the ground had corroded the knee joints of the power armor.

When the hatch of the "Iron Redemption" assault boat was finally closed, Ferguson saw through the observation window that the three-kilometer-long hive battleship was twisting painfully in the vacuum.

The explosion tore it in half from the inside, and the ejected organs condensed into strange crystals in the universe.

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Back on the battleship, the medical server is injecting Ferguson with combat stimulants.

His broken shoulder armor was removed, revealing the bloody wound underneath which was corroded by the acid and blood.

Varo used a disinfection device to purify the alien tissue on each person's armor.

"Casualties?" Ferguson spat out a broken tooth.

"Five killed, seven seriously injured." Varro's mechanical eyes flickered, "All gene seeds have been recovered."

On the tactical holographic platform, a new target was flashing. A triangular array of three Hive Cruisers was breaking through the Imperial Fists' right wing defense line.

Ferguson looked at his charred power weapon and stretched his muscles.

"Prepare for a second boarding."

He took the spare bolter from the Mechanicus servant. "This time the target is a Tyranid biological supply ship, its neural synapses are exposed."

As the assault boats fired again, Fergusson saw the entire battlefield like a picture scroll from hell. The purple fleet of the Emperor's Children was reaping gracefully in the distance, the black warships of the Black Templars were making suicide charges, and more Imperial Fists assault boats continued to ram the Tyranid fleet like a swarm of wasps.

"Twenty seconds to impact." The driver's voice was calm as usual.

Ferguson checks the bolter power readouts and sees Varro anointing his power sword with holy oil.

"I'll go ahead this time." The tech sergeant's mechanical arm ejected a rotating sawtooth, "The injury on your right shoulder will affect the angle of the chop."

"No, no need."

"I will personally tear apart the aliens that stand in my way."

The shock of the collision was more severe than the last time. When the hatch blew open, they were faced with a whole new nightmare.

The interior of the ship was filled with translucent incubation sacs, each containing a twisted Tyranid genetic hybrid taking shape.

A sound similar to that of a baby crying caused strange interference in the communication channel.

“Purification protocols.”

Ferguson gave a simple order. The flamethrower turned the entire corridor into a sea of ​​fire, and the charred cysts splashed thick embryonic fluid when they burst.

The warriors in Ferguson's team stepped forward on the burning alien embryos, and the roar of grenade launchers once again resounded throughout the living battleship.

"Keep going! For the Emperor!"

"We are the Fists of the Empire! The Walls of the Empire!"

Along with Ferguson's roar, the roar of the bombs and the roar of the insect swarm were intertwined.

On the other side, Fulgrim began to lead his team to board the warships of the node creatures of the Zerg fleet.