Chapter 115 Genestealer!

The prayer ceremony has begun.

The square is full of loyal and fanatical believers.

They look devoutly at the four-armed emperor statue and pray for his protection.

The members of the gospel choir line up neatly and sing hymns praising the emperor.

The bishop stands on the anti-gravity preacher and spreads the gospel from the emperor to the believers in mid-air:

"Pray devoutly!

The great emperor will listen to the voice of each of us.

He will come from the distant space to save the souls of all of us!

Under his guidance, we will usher in a bright future.

His grace will spread to every corner of the universe.

Let us be grateful, follow his footsteps forever, cheer for him, and sing praises for him!"

Looking at all this, Ron stood there blankly, with a strong sense of discomfort in his heart.

His spirit was shocked and there was a severe pain in his abdomen.

When this feeling reached its limit.

Bo——

He broke through some kind of psychic network barrier and gained freedom!

"Where is that kid Ron?"

After Eve prayed devoutly, she opened her eyes and found that Ron had disappeared.

"Maybe he ran off to play somewhere."

Galia didn't worry too much:

"Pray first, we'll look for him later."

This is the Church Square, the safest place in the area, there won't be any danger.

The Galia family closed their eyes again and continued to pray devoutly.

Pray that the great emperor will come from space to save this world full of suffering.

...

Ron hid in a corner and looked at the dense crowd in the square.

Just felt scared.

Because most of those people have some lavender skin on their bodies.

They are born bald and have bulging foreheads, and they are not pure humans at all.

Now Ron finally realized that the lower nest has been infected.

And the one who infected them is the gene stealer, commonly known as the chicken thief.

The chicken thief is the pioneer of the terrible Tyranid Zerg, able to think independently and act independently without the command of the hive will.

Often a first-generation pure-blooded chicken thief can infect and control the entire planet.

The chicken thief has a long sharp tongue in its mouth, which is an ovipositor with a thorny tip.

They will try to catch sentient creatures, and use their long sharp tongues to inject through the mouth to the stomach or chest.

Send "seeds" containing Tyranid genes into the target organism.

These "seeds" will quickly infect the host's body and mind.

Let the host forget the infection and succumb to the will of the chicken thief, and have a strong desire to reproduce.

The host will be eager to find someone to have children, and give birth to severely deformed first-generation hybrids of the chicken thief.

Those "seeds" will also distort the host's mind, making the hosts as parents unconditionally love the "children" who are completely inhuman.

The first generation of hybrids will hide in sewers or hidden abandoned buildings when they grow up because of their obvious alien features.

After several generations of reproduction, they will become more and more like humans and infiltrate the crowd.

When there are more and more infected individuals and their hybrids, the descendants of these chicken thieves will gather together.

They will establish a honeycomb-like psychic network between themselves, their parents and the chicken thief, forming a huge, loyal family around the chicken thief.

And it will continue to split and spread, eventually forming a Genestealer cult.

Many of the cunning followers of the Genestealer cult often appear as emperor worshipers, with normal appearance.

Except for the four-armed God Emperor statue hanging around their necks.

Many of them really think they are worshiping the Emperor, not some Tyranid bugs, and are simply model imperial citizens.

Even when the planet is invaded by Chaos or other aliens.

Those cunning followers will become the most loyal warriors to defend their country.

The saying that cunning people guard the country's borders is not a random statement.

Ron was puzzled.

All this is so obvious, but why didn't he find it in time?

Ugh!

Suddenly, his abdomen twisted with severe pain, and then he vomited a large mass of purple flesh and blood tissue.

Looking at the filthy tissue on the ground, Ron checked his body again and found a wound on his chest.

He finally understood.

Damn, this clone was parasitized at some point.

It should be when he was unconscious, and some cunning bastard took the opportunity to parasitize him.

No wonder he could perfectly blend into the group of chicken thieves and even thought those deformed chicken thieves babies were cute.

Fortunately, when this cloned body was made, only the appearance was set, not the gender.

Otherwise, he should have had a child with a female chicken thief by now.

Hiss~

I dare not think about that scene, it is much more exciting than being in Slaanesh.

Ron quickly stopped thinking and was worried about the current situation.

According to Galia's description, I am afraid that the Genestealer Cult has completely occupied most of the areas of the Lower Nest.

The forces of the Lower Nest today are probably the Chaos Cult and the Genestealer Cult.

And the Genestealer Cult is dominant.

This is really the beginning of the collapse of the sky.

Soon, Ron thought of a more terrible possibility.

As the pioneer of the Tyranid Zerg, the first pure-blooded chicken thief will become the patriarch.

It can control other offspring through the hive psychic network, and become stronger and smarter as the population continues to expand.

Eventually, the patriarch will grow into an extremely powerful psychic creature.

When the thief's tribe matures and accumulates enough psychic power.

The thief patriarch will become a psychic beacon to attract the Tyranids.

Then, the Tyranids attracted by the psychic beacon will locate this planet in the vast space and run over to eat a buffet.

At that time, the swarm of insects covering the sky and the sun will devour everything, including those thieves and their hybrid offspring.

In other words, these poor "people" in the square, including all creatures on the planet Ers, will become the Tyranids' dishes!

So these thieves are really thieves.

It's really worthy of Warhammer 40K. He just wanted to grow up, so why did he provoke the Tyranids?

Even the main force of the Empire would be at a loss when encountering the Tyranids.

Now the most urgent task is to find the thief patriarch hidden in the depths.

But how to find him in such a huge and complex nest?

Moreover, those cunning descendants and the bewitched people will stop him at all costs.

Even if they can't find it, they have to find it!

Ron made up his mind.

Now he has almost understood the situation of the Lower Nest.

The Chaos Cult and the Genestealer Cult are in a stalemate, giving him more time.

In this way, he can go to the warp to get more resources back and let Cawl build more war machines.

Once the war machines are built, the gates of the Upper Nest will be opened immediately, and the mechanical frenzy will flood the entire Lower Nest!

Doing so is a bit cruel and will sacrifice countless lives in the Lower Nest.

Not only those poor humans, but also those cunning descendants who are immersed in beautiful fantasies and look forward to the Emperor's salvation from space.

Most of them will die.

But this is Warhammer 40K, there is no so-called perfect choice.

There is only suffering and more suffering.

Ron closed his eyes.

In order to prevent the entire Ers planet from being swallowed up, he can only do this.

Even if the Lower Nest is completely destroyed and the ground is dug three feet deep, the damn cunning patriarch must be found!

Just as Ron made up his mind, something strange happened in the square.

The gospel choir stopped singing, and people fell into silence, waiting for something.

He looked up and saw the thief bishop standing on the anti-gravity preacher, seemingly listening to some news.

Then, the thief bishop excitedly announced this unparalleled gospel to everyone:

"Devout believers, your prayers have been answered.

The great emperor is about to come from space to save us all..."

The thief believers of the Genestealer cult in the square suddenly fell into a frenzy.

They laughed wildly, cried bitterly, and hugged each other happily.

Praise the emperor!

At the same time, Ron could sense that a huge psychic force appeared and sent a signal to space.

The lighthouse... lit up!