Chapter 70 70, Genestealer

Dukel and the expeditionary corps walked in this world, purifying the strange creatures corrupted by the negative energy of the warp.

Long before the expeditionary fleet passed through this galaxy, the followers of Khorne had been raging in this world. The negative energy and viruses carried in the energy of the warp contaminated everything here.

The soulless people wandering like zombies raised their heads clumsily. They did not know how to be afraid. They rushed towards the expeditionary corps with a sharp whistle, but were shot by the grenade gun in mid-air.

Such a world is not uncommon in the galaxy today. Almost every world that has been eroded by the negative energy of the warp will become like this.

Horrible, like the hell in a horror story.

These strange corrupt creatures can't cause any obstacles to the expeditionary corps.

In the ruins of this world, there are many traces of fighting, and the fierce explosions have caused deep pits in many places.

The metal statues that originally stood are also tilted and broken; broken flesh and blood are smeared on the walls, and some conspicuous positions are still placed with Jingguan made of skulls.

There are many wide holes along the way, as steep and straight as shafts, which are obviously the wounds caused by the plasma cannons of warships.

Some huge civilian machines lie powerlessly on the road, with huge damaged areas on the surface and broken lines constantly jumping with electric sparks.

This is a huge hive world, with densely packed human settlements piled up into extremely huge mountains, and the huge hive base almost occupies an entire continental plate.

The hive world is one of the important components of the empire. These huge hives continuously supply the empire with population.

Every year, the empire selects countless people from these hive worlds as soldiers to supplement the Star Army and put them into the front battlefield, becoming part of the flesh and blood wall of the human empire.

——And the average survival time of these Star Army on the front battlefield is only fifteen minutes.

Under such huge losses, in order to ensure that they can provide enough population, the hive has a crazy system.

The entire hive is a huge pyramid. The upper nest is inhabited by planetary nobles, who live a sick and affluent life; the middle nest is inhabited by factory workers or government clerks, who have a decent job and life; the lower layer is the largest number of laborers and slaves, and there are some things that even the empire cannot count.

Humans with good health and good genes will be assigned to breeding positions.

Members in charge of breeding positions, like workers on an assembly line, cooperate with the opposite sex to complete the work of reproducing offspring.

In this dark age where humans can only survive in the face of many powerful enemies.

No one will do anything for the so-called children and women.

All this is burning firewood for the empire and for the survival of mankind.

Duker conservatively estimated that the population nurtured by this world in peacetime is at least more than 100 billion.

But now, it is difficult for him to guarantee how many survivors there are in this world.

Thanks to the crazy system of the hive, the negative emotions of the middle and lower nests are often more terrifying than the chaos demons.

After being polluted by the warp, the number of cultists will increase exponentially, and eventually a rebellion wave that can overturn the entire world will surge.

The mechanical priests followed the Space Marines, collecting information about the world from the corpses scattered around.

The Space Marines can also extract the memories of the other party by eating the flesh and blood of the corpses.

But they will not do this unless it is necessary, not because they feel disgusted, but because absorbing too much memory from the outside world may affect their spirits.

The mechanical arms behind the priests slowly stretched out, and steel probes popped out from the tip.

The surface of the probes is extremely smooth and connected to complex sensing equipment. When these probes slowly penetrate into the brain of the corpse, the memory will be automatically stored in the chip of the mechanical priests for them to retrieve and view at any time.

After a period of exploration, the great sage sorted out the useful parts of these memories and submitted them to Dukel.

When the Primarch finished reviewing these memories,

"That is, a group of Genestealers who shouted free will, launched a rebellion in the name of the Four-Armed God-Emperor, summoned Slaanesh demons, and planned to use them to fight against the followers of Khorne?!"

The serious prince also showed an extremely speechless expression

Good man, what a galactic brawl.

If the Galaxy of the Age of Despair is a big stage, the Genestealers are definitely the most fooled clowns on this stage.

They were thrown into the human world as the pioneers of the Tyranids. Because of their obvious alien characteristics, most of the first-generation Genestealers would hide in the corners of the dark world of humans.

In the life of human society, most of these Genestealers would follow the crowd and believe in the Empire and the God-Emperor, and it was not a verbal belief, but a loyalty and fanaticism from the heart.

In many lost worlds, when facing the invasion of demons, these Genestealers can even burst out with more fanatical loyalty than the Space Marines, and with a fighting style comparable to Krieg, they will be loyal to the Empire until the last drop of blood is shed.

But as aliens, they cannot get the guidance of the state religion, and the God-Emperor they are loyal to and devoted to is often just the God-Emperor they think he is; as a result, they often summon some strange things.

Most Genestealers never figure out what they are and what they want to do in their lives.

And whether it is Chaos, the Empire, or even the Tyranids, they don't like them very much.

On some worlds successfully occupied by Genestealers, when these aliens send signals to the Zerg army and hope to completely integrate with the Zerg - those bugs that eat everything often choose to avoid these worlds, even if they will lose a lot of biomass.

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When Dukel and the expeditionary corps searched for the place that appeared in the memory message and successfully found the place where the Genestealers were performing the ceremony.

At this time, the aliens who were participating in the prayer ceremony were experiencing a terrible disaster.

When they were happily holding a ceremony to worship the Four-Armed God-Emperor, the accidentally opened subspace gates, but countless evil creatures emerged and laughed crazily before enjoying the feast.

Some small demons with twisted muscles rushed out of the teleportation array, stretched out their long tongues, and tasted the ignorant souls and brains in their skulls.

This scene frightened these ignorant aliens - they were completely unaware of their mistakes, and devoutly believed that this was a test from the God-Emperor.

And these Slaanesh demons who sucked flesh and blood and enjoyed their souls were directly shattered by the bullets of the expeditionary corps when they were about to continue to taste more souls.

When the Space Marines came here with heavy steps, what they trampled under their heavy steel boots were the flesh and blood fragments of demons and aliens.

Seeing the sudden arrival of the Emperor's angels, these Genestealers believed more firmly that this was the result of their piety.

And when they saw the Primarch, who was almost as tall as two Space Marines stacked together, slowly walking out of the expeditionary corps.

Their excitement reached its peak.

A bald, lavender-skinned, four-armed Genestealer with a four-armed face knelt down in front of Duker with a fanatical look on his face.

"Angel, you actually came here in person. You are so majestic and sacred. You must have been inspired by our free will."

It knelt at Duker's feet and even wanted to kiss the power armor boots on his feet, but was kicked to the ground by the Primarch.

After being kicked, there was no displeasure on its face. Instead, it was grateful for being able to have physical contact with the Primarch.

"Praise the Four-Armed God Emperor. This must be the power of His Majesty. All this is so wonderful, as if in a dream." The alien muttered in a daze, and then asked the Primarch with a pious face,

"Great angel, you must have come with the will of the God Emperor. May I ask what His Majesty wants us to do?"

Looking at the fanaticism on the face of the alien, Dukel was a little speechless. Then he seemed to remember something interesting and smiled gently,

"I am the second son of the Emperor, the second Primarch Dukel. The Emperor said he missed you and wanted you to return to the throne."

Puff! ——

After hearing the words of the Primarch, the Gene Stealer stabbed the sharp bone blade into his chest without saying a word.

In its view, since it was said by the God Emperor Angel, it must be true.

"Your Majesty, I am here to serve you."

The alien's body collapsed on the ground.

Dukel kicked it lightly and found that it was completely dead.

——When it comes to fooling people, you are the best, the Emperor.

Dukel still admires the fact that the alien, who has nothing to do with the Emperor, can be fooled like this.

Then, the Primarch waved his hand lightly,

"Kill them all!"

The grenade launchers in the hands of the expeditionary corps roared together, and the sacred bullets gave mercy to every alien equally.