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Chapter: Tyranid Overlord

The sight was maddening to behold there were hundreds of thousands of Imperial Guard and Tyranid remains left lying in the dust, their carcasses scattering further than the eye could see, great war machines and tanks that had once served under the Emperor laid stripped, twisted and mangled into almost unrecognisable shapes. Even the Forge Worlds great battle fortress was breached and cleared out within only a week of siege.

Sergeo Winrey strode through the remains of the Battle fortress wall, outside the entrance were mountains of dead underlings, all which have been killed when the gates were finally breached.

The massive swarm of Tyranid monsters Sergeo had fought so long to form was at last complete. For over a century of conquest Sergeo Winry roamed from one Star System to the next assembling great broods of Tyranid to join his swarm and with each victory over a planet his army grows stronger and his goals come closer to fruition. Though originally human Sergeo had endured an unholy transformation twisting his Geno structure and turning him into a being neither human nor beast but not abomination either for he has become immortal and godlike, so powerful was he that even Space Marine Commanders have been slain by his hands.

Sergeo used his acquired Tyranid psychic powers control other Tyranid organisms even the great Dominatrix and the Hive Tyrants were at his command. With his knowledge of the Imperial worlds and the complete obedience of all his soldiers Sergeo overruns his enemies with well-planned strategies and critical strikes making his Hive Fleet one of the deadliest in the galaxy.

Sergeo looked down at the war torn plains and acknowledged that he achieves victory over yet another Imperial Guard planet, the once mighty Forge World Kolluxin, the iron gauntlet of the Manorith Legion has collapsed. For a years Sergeo has attack the Manorith Legion and countless of their worlds were devoured but as always Sergeo's thirst for revenge remains unquenched.

Sergeo took one last look at the plains as he gave order to all Tyranids to return to the Hive Ships, nothing seemed unusual to him his eyes had already grown accustomed to battlefield massacre, but then something caught his eyes and stopped him in his tracks. On what little patch of grass that wasn't destroyed grew a flower, the flower was plain and ordinary but it was the only beautiful thing Sergeo has seen since he began his great conquest. And for that instant Sergeo felt his past catch up to him the memory of his life before the Hive Fleet and happiness there once existed.