[Right now, just a few dozen meters away on the Desert.]
[A large swarm of ugly worms, each the size of a palm, quickly emerged from the cracked ground and, in the blink of an eye, coalesced into a humanoid monster about three meters tall.]
[The earth itself seemed to vomit forth nightmare. Cracks in the rocky ground widened, splitting open like wounds. From these fissures poured worms. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Each one the size of an adult human hand, pale and glistening with mucus that reflected starlight in nauseating ways.]
[They writhed upward in a column, twisting around each other with horrible intelligence. Individual worms merged, forming arms. Legs. A torso. A head. The mass took shape, becoming something roughly humanoid but utterly wrong. Three meters of living swarm, constantly moving, never still.]
[Fabric emerged from the worm-mass itself, growing like fungus or exuding like secretion. The black robe spread across the creature's form, hood rising to shadow where a face should be. But the concealment was incomplete, deliberate. Gaps in the fabric revealed the writhing reality beneath, a reminder that the humanoid shape was merely performance.]
["Ah, Primarch of the Human Empire, we have finally found you." A chaotic, resonant voice emanated from the xenos race named Slaughth in your direction.]
[The sound defied normal acoustics. Multiple voices speaking in unison, overlapping and interfering, creating harmonics that hurt to hear. Each worm contributed its own voice, a choir of thousands producing syllables that human throats could never shape.]
[The words were clear despite the alien production. Perfect Gothic, spoken with knowing malice.]
[You seem to have no intention of responding to this.]
[You quickly steer your power armor, trying to turn and run, to get completely away from this place.]
[However, at this moment, streams of special energy from all directions bombarded the vicinity of your magnetic boots, sending up countless specks of dust, gravel, and sand.]
[The ground exploded. Energy beams struck all around your feet, superheated rock fragmenting into shrapnel. Each impact created a small crater, molten stone at the center. The message was clear: move and die.]
[Dust billowed up in clouds, obscuring vision. Gravel pelted your armor like horizontal hail. Sand fused into glass under the intense heat.]
[At the same time, up to five large Slaughth slowly approached your location from other directions.]
["I told you, we found you. But for the Rangda Empire to send us to capture you, as a weak human, you should be proud," the first Slaughth said in a deep, resonant voice, his words grating like countless shells rubbing against each other.]
["Omega, if things get really bad, I might not be able to protect your body..." Just then, you suddenly whispered to Omega, who was struggling to turn his eyes and survey his surroundings.]
["I understand, brother. In the end, it's just a matter of dying in battle. Although I don't know much about the existence of the Primarchs, I do know their importance to the human empire. Therefore, we, or rather, I, absolutely cannot fall into the hands of the Rangda Empire!"]
[As soon as the words were spoken, an extremely intense and bright light seemed to suddenly emanate from the eye where Omega was located.]
["For the Emperor!" you and Omega roared in unison.]
[You gripped the pale spear tightly in your palms.]
[Your tall, powered-armored bodies lowered slightly, as if you were about to launch a desperate charge against the enemy.]
[Just as this fierce battle was about to erupt.]
[Accompanied by a series of sharp, humming vibrations in the air and blinding flashes of teleportation light.]
[Five towering, three-meter-tall Lernean Terminators and a regular Astartes cleric in navy blue power armor landed heavily between you and the Slaughth.]
["This is..."]
[You and Omega instinctively widened your eyes, muttering to yourselves involuntarily.]
[At the same time, the five Lernean Terminators, who had quickly formed a defensive formation, raised their metal hands, and the terrifying firepower of the storm bolters was swiftly unleashed upon the writhing insect bodies of the six Slaughth who were closing in.]
[Even though the explosive flashes from the bolters couldn't penetrate the suddenly appearing individual shields on the Slaughth, they did forcefully halt their advance.]
[At that very moment, the Astartes cleric in his navy blue power armor swiftly retrieved a spare bolter from the back of his power backpack and tossed it in your direction.]
[You and Omega caught the bolter without hesitation, then immediately pulled the trigger at the nearest Slaughth.]
["Rangda's individual shield requires powerful ranged weapons or melee attacks to break completely! But be careful of those Slaughth! Ordinary melee attacks are unlikely to kill them!" You shouted at the Astartes standing around you without turning your head.]
[Your voice boomed through external speakers, competing with weapons fire. Tactical information, critical intelligence that could mean the difference between victory and death. The shields could be broken. The worm-bodies required special methods.]
["I arrived in such a rush, I brought almost nothing! How about a frag grenade infused with poison?" The Astartes cleric, clad in navy blue power armor, immediately turned his metal helmet and roared in your direction.]
[The bolter he gripped tightly in his palm never stopped, continuing to spew out terrifying explosives and tongues of fire.]
[You feel a sense of familiarity with the other person's speech and mannerisms; even their way of speaking and habits seem more like Omega's.]
["Then let's give it a try!" You shook your head vigorously and took a deep breath.]
[You gripped the pale spear tightly in your palm, your magnetic boots stomping forcefully on the ground.]
[You launched a swift charge towards one of the Slaughth in front of you.]
[The extremely sharp spearhead pierced through the opponent's shield almost instantly, but caused little damage to the writhing, worm-like body of the Slaughth.]
[At this moment, a Lernean Terminator swiftly stepped forward, propelling its extremely heavy power armor.]
[While firing his storm bolter at the Slaughth to stop their next move, he forcefully plunged his metal hand, gripping two poison frag grenades, into the writhing body of the worm.]
[You swiftly withdrew the pale spear.]
[You frantically moved your magnetic boots, slipping behind the towering Terminator power armor.]
[The next moment, accompanied by the rapid withdrawal of the Lerner Terminator's metal hand and the rapidly retreating tall figure.]
[The Slaughth, who were just about to use their special energy weapons, were instantly blasted into countless writhing worms by the explosion.]
[The ever-spreading green mist, like maggots clinging to bones, quickly caused the ugly worms that tried to reassemble to decay and gradually lose their vitality.]
[After realizing the plan was feasible, the Astartes cleric in his navy blue power armor immediately waved his metal hand at the crowd.]
[The remaining Lernean Terminators quickly drew their melee weapons and pounced on the Slaughth without hesitation.]
[However, even if you have found a clever way to quickly eliminate the Slaughth.]
[The special energy bombardment from the Slaughth still cost a Lerner Terminator his life.]
[You had to hurl the Pale Spear back and forth, its sharp tip repeatedly shattering the Slaughth shields and creating opportunities for the others to continue their attack.]
[A few minutes later, all six Slaughth were completely wiped out.]
[You slowly exhaled.]
[Your and Omega's gazes gradually shifted to the Astartes cleric carrying a bolter, who was slightly bending down to examine the fallen Lernean Terminator.]