Marcus's face remained calm as he watched the Tyranid Warrior charge at him, his eyes merely narrowing slightly. Unbeknownst to the Tyranid Warrior, mind power had already enveloped Marcus's hands and the chainsword he held.
With a powerful push off the ground, Marcus brought his chainsword down directly onto the charging Tyranid Warrior. The quick-reacting Tyranid Warrior immediately raised two thick bone blades to block. But even so, with the mind power's enhancement, the full ton of impact still made the Tyranid Warrior reel back a few steps. The bone blades, originally in a cross-guard stance, were also broken open.
Taking advantage of the Tyranid Warrior's open guard, Marcus continuously swung his roaring chainsword, maintaining the pressure. Under the relentless high-speed cutting of the chainsword's teeth, the Tyranid Warrior's living bone blades had already suffered numerous nicks and chips. It seemed to be in disbelief that it would be suppressed in terms of strength by a mere mortal.
The Tyranid Warrior, which should not possess emotional thoughts, roared, trying to regain the initiative. After sacrificing an arm and enduring a powerful, heavy chop from Marcus, the Tyranid Warrior's two sharp claws lunged at Marcus's waist from a treacherous angle.
But the next second, a the 'killy' bayonet sliced through the two sharp claws with extreme speed. The bone-white carapace covering the Tyranid Warrior's sharp claws was cut off cleanly by the ork bayonet, like butter. After so many battles, Marcus's mastery of mind power had become increasingly refined. The power of the psychic flying knife was no longer limited to dealing with small units like Hormagaunts and Gun Worms.
The severed arm of the Tyranid Warrior immediately sprayed out a large amount of foul, putrid blood. With just this one strike, the Tyranid Warrior had already lost most of its ability to resist, with only two bone blades left to desperately hold on. Marcus, however, fought with increasing ferocity, continuously swinging the chainsword in his hand, directly shattering one of the bone blades.
With the final swing, the chainsword sliced horizontally into the Tyranid Warrior's side flank. The originally tough bone plate only slightly hindered the chainsword's teeth before being cut into fragments by brute force. Accompanied by the chainsword's roar, the Tyranid Warrior's internal organs and tissues were immediately churned into a paste, which then flowed out from the wound. Suffering such heavy damage, even the Tyranid Warrior, with its multiple redundant organs, could not continue to stand, collapsing with a mournful shriek.
Pulling the chainsword out of the Tyranid Warrior's body, Marcus surveyed the dark surroundings. With the help of his helmet's night vision, Marcus could see that under the efficient slaughter of Titus and his two companions, the Tyranid swarms continuously pouring out of the wall's breaches had been largely cleared, and their offensive had begun to subside.
As the adrenaline faded, Marcus felt a slight ache throughout his body. The fatigue from overusing his muscles was setting in. Suppressing and killing a Tyranid Warrior in close combat was still a bit strenuous for the current Marcus. Only by using mind power for enhancement could Marcus suppress the Tyranid Warrior, a living killing machine, in terms of strength. At this stage, Marcus's combat power still largely came from the various weapons and equipment he carried.
Furthermore, after several high-intensity battles, the excessive use of mind power was now giving Marcus a slight headache. Seeing that the situation had eased, Marcus reduced his use of the psychic flying knife. Only one flying knife remained, harvesting the Hormagaunts and Gun Worms approaching him.
But for some reason, Marcus always had a feeling that something was amiss. Logically, since the Tyranid had orchestrated such a scheme, there should have been more than just this amount of forces. As time passed minute by minute, the number of Tyranid in the room was dwindling. But that feeling of unease still persisted.
Even when the last Tyranid had its head crushed by Titus and his companions, Marcus, who had been vigilantly watching his surroundings, found no anomalies. Just as he was about to lower his guard and approach the reactor to restart the power, an unprecedented sense of immense threat, as if being targeted by a top predator, suddenly appeared on the ceiling behind Marcus. Even when facing the psychic attacks of two neurothropes, Marcus had never felt this level of threat.
Almost instinctively, driven by Combat Instinct, Marcus lunged to the side with the fastest speed possible. At the same time, he shouted, "lictor!!!"
Almost the very next second, a massive lictor, with two giant claws extending from its back and numerous twisting tentacles spewing from its mouth, appeared where Marcus had just been standing. Its two giant claws on its back were firmly embedded in the steel floor. Its invisible skin was slowly shedding its deceptive camouflage.
Marcus, still shaken, disregarded the danger of potentially damaging the nearby reactor, immediately pulled out his hellgun, aiming at the creature's terrifying head. Extremely fast laser beams shot out, but the lictor skillfully dodged them with agile movements.
At the same time, Chairon and Gadriel, realizing the situation, immediately used their bolter pistols to suppress the lictor with firepower. Titus, meanwhile, charged at the lictor with his chainsword raised. They all knew that they had to engage the lictor before it could enter stealth mode. Otherwise, if the lictor entered stealth again, they would be in danger.
The dark room was continuously illuminated by the bolter's muzzle flashes. Even with Marcus's superhuman vision, it was difficult to clearly see the battle in such a chaotic situation. Realizing the urgency, Marcus immediately rushed to the reactor control panel, pushed the lever, and restarted the power for the entire room.
Immediately, the reactor began to restart, emitting a dazzling blue light that illuminated the entire room. And Marcus could finally see the situation on the field clearly. At this moment, Titus had firmly grappled one of the lictor's giant claws on its back, while Chairon and Gadriel were both unleashing bolter fire upon it.
However, as a specialized unit, the lictor would not easily fall to bolter attacks. Seeing that the room was now illuminated, the lictor let out a terrifying low growl. It then voluntarily broke off one of its claws that Titus had seized.
Subsequently, the lictor's skin was rapidly entering stealth mode. Seeing that the enemy intended to escape, Marcus disregarded the possibility of friendly fire. The newly charged plasma pistol immediately spewed out a scorching plasma blast, precisely hitting the lictor's mouth tentacles, melting all of the twisted tentacles.
In pain, even the lictor's stealth process was interrupted. Titus seized this opportunity, grabbing the other giant claw with a backhand grip, re-engaging the fleeing lictor.
Marcus, standing by, immediately held his breath and quickly raised his hellgun, locking onto the lictor's head, which was constantly shaking from the intense pain, through the scope.
The next second, a scorching laser beam erupted, completely piercing through the lictor's head.