Chapter 12

"Hurry, hurry-it's too late if we're discovered!"

Sitting in his private shuttle, Li Meng, who was busy fastening his seat belt, kept urging his driver to complete the shuttle engine preheating procedure as soon as possible. At the same time, he kept "boosting morale" in another channel so that the guys in the space station could buy him as much time as possible-but a few minutes later, Li Meng felt something was wrong.

"Why hasn't it started yet?"

"Crackle, crackle---"

He was answered by the chattering teeth of his driver.

"Coward! You &%&*%! Start the engine quickly! Otherwise we will all die--ah ah ah---"

Suddenly, a strange, cold, and inexplicably hot feeling flooded into his mind. The empty illusion made Li Meng's scream almost tear his throat, but a second before his will collapsed, the owner of the space station injected himself with a shot of stimulant and forced his mind back to reality. When he finally managed to regain control of his body, his driver was bleeding from his mouth and nose and died silently in the driver's seat. 6 9 4 9 3 6 1 3 5

"It's over..."

Knowing that he had absolutely no chance of escaping, Li Meng got off the shuttle woodenly, walked back to his room like a sleepwalker, and turned on the projection screen - he saw that at least seven holes had appeared on the outer shell of the space station, and some edge areas had lost the signal - there was no doubt that the Tyranid swarm had begun to invade the space station, and his life had entered the countdown.

"Hehe...I'm going to die..."

Six. Tyranid - Fear

What is fear?

John thought that this word was far away from him. As a member of the ecosystem of this old, dirty, oily and decayed space station that he was born in fifty years ago, where he could hardly see the normal starlight all year round, where he lacked food and drink, and even had to fight with unknown creatures in the dark, John thought he had seen enough horror and suffered enough torture - his left hand with two fingers missing, his half-broken foot, his half-burned face and his right hand that was no longer flexible were all evidence of his suffering. In fact, half a year ago, John had suffered an attack that almost cost him his life - when he was walking on the sidewalk to his work station, a long-disrepaired pipe exploded without warning, and the toxic steam that spewed out almost sent John to a dead end. If he hadn't been lucky enough to fall into a pit connected to the bottom, John felt that he would have been dead at that time.

But now... John knew that fear had never left him, and the pain and torture he had experienced were not worth mentioning compared to what he was experiencing now!

"Giggle, giggle————"

Stuck close to a hot pipe, curled up as much as possible, holding a laser gun, trying his best to reduce his breathing frequency, trying every means to make himself silent, John endured the high temperature that had begun to burn his skin and lungs, tensed his nerves, and tried his best to distinguish the information he wanted to hear from a pile of noises with his highest perception in his life, and tried hard to imagine the scene outside in his mind. Half an hour ago, he saw his captain and his two followers who were wearing the best equipment being torn into pieces and their bones crushed by the strange creatures that attacked. Frightened to the point of peeing his pants, John turned around and ran away without hesitation amid the screams of his teammates, and found this place that could probably keep him alive according to his previous experience of being chased by the creatures in the space station. He succeeded, but he also heard that those terrible things were cruising in the nearby corridors, looking for prey like himself. John knew that if no miracle happened, it was inevitable that he would be eaten.

"Please, please, no matter who it is, as long as he can guarantee my survival, I will always listen to him..."

As some voices got closer, John became more and more confused and began to pray randomly. For a moment, he felt that some existence responded to his voice, and he seemed to see someone reaching out to him. But...

"......?"

Before John stretched out his hand and sent it to the hand of the extremely great existence that reached out to him, a strange feeling of emptiness surged into his heart. He felt that his soul was thrown into a silence surrounded by golden light, and he saw himself as if he was falling into a bloody mouth.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Under such a clear emptiness, John couldn't help but scream, followed by a more shrill but abrupt scream - a warrior worm rushed to his side, raised a knife and chopped him into several pieces, and then another warrior worm rushed in and fired a venom cannon at John's body, which might still be conscious. The Tyranid venom, which has a special effect on living organisms, completely destroyed every cell in John's body in an instant, turning this person named John into a pool of inorganic matter.

"Huh, that was a close call, I almost got into trouble with Nurgle."

After ordering these samurai bugs to rely on the shadow shielding of the subspace by the Tyranids swarming, John, who had a poor subspace signal burst, was crushed to ashes, and several command platforms were used to monitor the direction of the battle. Abathur couldn't help but wiped his forehead.

"Fortunately, your Tyranid comes with its own subspace shadow. It is twice as difficult to reach out to something in the subspace - speaking of which, the subspace shadow formed by the Tyranid swarm we have on hand appears in the subspace. , could they be shining? After all, although they are called Tyranid, their essence is the power of the Emperor, right?"

Still searching for the situation in the surrounding universe, Shen Jing held her chin and began to think about strange questions.

"Maybe? I'll have a chance to confirm in the future - yo! Where do these guys still have Sentinel mechas?"

"The Sentinel Mecha is not a big deal. I think you should be surprised if they can take out Leman Russ or something like that - hey hey - you just dismantled it like that?"

"...Indeed, I should keep this thing as a trophy - forget it! If you find it later, keep it! Insect swarm! Sweep forward!!"

——————————————The dividing line of the space station————————————————————

"All areas A-D are out of contact!!! We need...uh--"

"No----"

“You weirdos————ah!!”

"Zizzizi——"

Li Meng sat numbly on his seat, holding a gun in his hand, watching the area in front of him that represented his space station slowly turn red little by little, and listening to the transmission from the communication line that had not yet been destroyed. He heard the disorganized sounds coming, and felt the increasingly obvious emptiness lingering in his heart - he could see that his defense force had completely collapsed. He could also calculate that within a week at most, the Tyranid swarm would push the front to the uppermost area where he was, and by then, what he would get would definitely be a painful death!

"I...I haven't lived enough yet. I still have a lot of things I haven't enjoyed. Those promises - yes! Those promises! They will definitely come to save me! No matter! I'll have a drink first!!"

Li Meng, whose mind was extremely confused, stood up, opened his wine cabinet, took out the wine and poured it into his mouth. However, he didn't know whether it was because he was too excited or for some other reason. When he drank the good wines he collected, they either tasted as bland as white water, or they had an extremely bad taste. The worst thing was that his hands even hurt because of his A large gash was cut out due to the movement - within three minutes, Li Meng threw all these things to the ground angrily, preparing to vent his inner emotions with a round of curses.

"I...I...huh?"

Suddenly, Li Meng smelled a fragrance, a smell that attracted him. This made him swallow the words he had not cursed and concentrated on searching for the source of the fragrance. In less than half a minute, Li Meng got the answer, a An answer that made him a bit 'surprised'.

"Is it... the smell of blood?"

Li Meng raised his hand and smelled the taste of his own blood. Feeling its fragrance uncertainly, he stretched out his tongue and licked it gently.

The second his tongue touched his own blood, a strange sense of pleasure overwhelmed the fear he had felt before and rushed straight to his forehead. This feeling Li Meng had never felt before, but this feeling Make Li Meng special and comfortable!

"Hee...I like it..."

7. Tyron - Upper Level Pollution

The sound of acid gushing out.

The sound of plasma surging.

The sound of tiny insects gnawing at something.

The sound of a specialized bone sickle cutting through flesh or solid objects.

Together with the intermittent sounds of firing, screams, the sound of metal being eroded, explosions, and various mechanical noises that have lingered in the space station for a long time, a symphony called 'disaster' was played together - Tyranid's worms The swarms continued to pour into one channel after another, mercilessly killing batch after batch of resisters they encountered. The morale of these space station guards, who originally thought it was an ordinary war, collapsed one by one as the front was advanced, and then evolved into a great rout - and their rout further accelerated the advancement of the Tyranid swarm, causing the follow-up troops to The collapse of morale accelerated further.

“Get on the road—hey, hey, hey—don’t rush down!”

"Fuck! Don't go sideways! That's not the right way!"

"There's a leaking plasma pipe ahead! Stop moving—fuck, here we go."

Although the Tyranid swarm in the space station attacks like a raging storm, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, even though the main roads of the space station have been destroyed one after another, fear and despair have followed the electrical signals and waves and the subspace shadow of the swarm. spread in the space station, but the combat experience of Abathur, who was desperately controlling the direction of this group of Tyranid chess pieces, was not so good - under the influence of the Tyranid swarm's unsatisfactory command coefficient, Abathur clearly felt that the famous As the archenemy of the real-time strategy game "PING", he has also successfully experienced the solo style of the Tyranid swarm chess pieces - simple and rough, just rush where there is more biomass!

However, despite these and other problems, anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is only a matter of time before Abathur's Hive Force takes control of this space station - and

And this time will not be more than a wrinkle - in fact, from the details of some pictures passed back, it can be seen that the rebels on the space station have already killed each other, that is to say, Abathur's Hive Force The advancement speed will only become smoother and smoother.

that is......

"Is there really no problem if they are so crazy? This galaxy is already enveloped by the power of a certain plan, right?"

Liang Feifan, who arranged his Imperial Fist chess pieces to assist the local imperial forces in building defense lines, and arranged his Ark Eldar chess pieces to go shopping on the Soseki planet to find somewhere to place the Webways, was a little worried.

"...An accident is highly likely to happen. Didn't it almost cause trouble with Nurgle before? There are still some areas in the space station that are not within the Tyranx's sensing range. It's hard to tell whether there is something wrong inside."

Regarding Liang Feifan's speculation, the political commissar sister who was letting her Iron Hand regiment help the oil man of Egg to repair things, and at the same time letting her 51st regiment start to assemble, expressed pessimism - because she was preparing to use the projection mode to direct the war on the spot, not only They are limited to playing RTS on Queen of Glory, so the political commissar sister is already listing a series of obstacles they may encounter this time.

"Then...my ribs won't drift away in a hurry?"

A quiet proposal that lets the chops race around the galaxy in vehicles.

"I think theoretically, Abathur's problem is not that big. He still has some reserves on hand, and after reaching the upper area, the resurrection CDs of some chess pieces should be in place - besides, strictly speaking, the size of this galaxy is only In this way, if something goes wrong, we will call you back.”

"Indeed, then I will continue shopping around - by the way, Lich! How do you feel now! Is Krieger's life okay?"

"Okay?"

In his room, using a special device, the Lich connected himself with one of his own Marshal Krieg chess pieces, switching the chess pieces into self-discipline mode while talking to Silence - as a guide Marshal Krieg was a chess piece of a regiment of well-equipped death cavalry. After the Lich arrived, Krieg conducted a simple identity check and naturally made the Lich their commander-in-chief. So now, the Lich is leading Krieg's troops to build fortifications using the foundation of the mining planet's mine tunnels and the Imperial Fist chess pieces!

"The situation here in the Wolf Group is OK. The Chosen One is quite respected. Although they had previously wondered why there was such a champion-level veteran with an unknown reputation in the Raven Guard, but after being beaten by the Chosen One After hearing it several times, they were convinced.”

Following the Lich's voice was the voice of Gu. This Hammer, who also used the advent mode to lead the Astartes of the U group to do work on Soseki, has recently become a frequent visitor to the wolf group. A certain The Gray Hunter always tries to use him to get more wool from the Hammermen - for this reason, Goo has enjoyed the enthusiastic banquet culture of the wolf group at least twice...

"Huh? How did the God of Choice suppress the Wolf Group? Although the projection of the chess pieces is essentially an E-demon, do we have the combat experience of a carrot?"

The political commissar sister looked stunned.

"He opened the bullet time BUFF and turned the duel into a one-sided RPG without any moral ethics - we'll talk about it later. The man from the wolf group is here again. Let's talk about it later."

"Well, let's talk later—fuck? Abathur, what's going on with that part of your map?"

"Isn't it obvious? Slaanesh reaction! Damn, they're not going to snort my bug spray, are they?"

Looking at the signals returned by the things detected by some Hive Strikers at the top of the space station, Abathur's expression stiffened slightly - anyone who knows the hobby of Slaanesh gadgets knows that these things are the most popular among the four gods. It's difficult to deal with, because they will 'please' anything that makes them happy, and the things that some Slaanesh bosses like to enjoy include toxins or stimulants from the Tyranid swarm!

"Don't worry, the poison your bug sprays is basically a special reflection of the Emperor's power. If these Slaanesh things were sucked, I think they would be burned to ashes immediately - physically and spiritually."

"That seems to be the case - Tyranid swarm! Change direction collectively! All reserves are on the line! Start attacking!!!"

8. Tyran - Fighting

Waves of strange intoxicating fragrance, a cauldron filled with human limbs and broken arms, a lot of containers filled with blood, a group of six people hugging each other, making all kinds of disgusting and blasphemous things Human beings in action, sitting on the stage and eating stuffed...things.

“Ha-ha-ha-drink-drink-eat-eat-dance-enjoy!!”

It has been extremely mutated due to the influx of subspace power, and Li Meng's appearance can only be vaguely distinguished from what is probably his face. Now, a bloated existence that cannot be called a human at all sits on a table with a pile of human bones, etc. On the seat made of available materials, he held high the wine glass filled with human blood mixed with wine, and while greeting the people below who were probably his subordinates, he used his own The newly grown tentacles couldn't help but roll up the contents of the cauldron and stuff it into his mouth. Half a day ago, Li Meng was still worried about the way he died, but now, Li Meng already felt that his previous worries were How stupid and ignorant.

Life is short, enjoy yourself while you can!

"Ha-you guys, play

Get up? "

After eating and drinking a lot, Li Meng felt that he was not satisfied enough. He stood up from his chair, stretched out a tentacle, and suddenly buried half of a man's head into his bowl. The thin man's brain was shaken to pieces. Then, he used his tentacles to pick up the man whose body was still twitching. After simply pouring the blood into another container, he threw him into a large pot, rinsed and tore him apart. got up. In an instant, the soup splashed everywhere, and the weird smell became more and more savoury.

“Oooh—it tastes good!”

As Li Meng further performed blasphemous and depraved actions, the Slaanesh emblem smeared with human blood on the wall of his room seemed to sense something, and began to flicker with an intoxicating purple brilliance. Stimulated by this brilliance, The people who were dancing wildly in the room were even more excited and let out weird roars - they seemed to see what they wanted most waving towards them, and they saw the moment when their desires had come true.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!!"

Accompanied by bursts of wild laughter that were completely inhuman, these men, who had been completely tainted by the power of Slaanesh, picked up daggers, picked up sticks, and began to stab and beat their companions indiscriminately - just for a moment. , the sound of blood spurting and bones cracking filled the whole room. In the sound of 'death' music, the purple brilliance became more and more intoxicating.

finally.......

"Tear!!!"

This was the sound of several people's skin and flesh suddenly cracking, bones exploding, and muscles detaching.

"Hahahaha--"

This is the laughter that comes from the endless void that makes people feel heartbroken.

“Zizzizi————”

It is the sound that comes when the veil between reality and the Warp thins, and the power of the Warp collides with reality.

"Tap-tap-tap-"

This is the sound of the daemons of Slaanesh gracefully stepping into the real world.

"ah------"

Li Meng, whose head had completely retracted into his own body, when he sensed that the demons of Slaanesh had stepped into reality, he bounced up from his seat like a real ball and chanted something that could make the hearts of those with weak minds... The collapsed 'Song' rolled to the feet of a Slaanesh beast, extending its tentacles like a puppy to beg for rewards. After 'thinking' for a second, the Slaanesh beast decisively dropped a drop of its venom into the cauldron, and then motioned to Li Meng to drink it.

"Guluulu————"

Seduced by the lavender soup in the pot that had completely dissolved due to the venom of Slaanesh beast, Li Meng was just one step away from being completely mutated. He rolled up the pot without hesitation and poured out the contents in one gulp. All the stuff stuffed into his stomach.

“Ahahahaha——————!”

The moment the last drop of the soup entered Li Meng's belly, the Slaanesh demons collectively laughed wildly, and in this wild laughter, the fog of Slaanesh lingering in Li Meng's mind dissipated like a mirror, and as a human ' Reason returned to his mind again. For a blink of an eye, he felt confused about his surroundings and puzzled about these strange creatures standing in his room. Then, he saw When it came to his own appearance - a certain Slaanesh demon happily took out a gorgeous mirror and put it in front of Li Meng's eyes, allowing him to easily understand his current 'respect'!

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah "

His soul fluctuated, and Li Meng, who knew his current situation, screamed involuntarily, and his screams were quickly replaced by even more miserable screams. The power of Slaanesh surged through his body again. But this time, what Slaanesh gave him was not pleasure, but pain - the pain carried by the souls of all the people who were killed and eaten in this room broke out in his body one by one, causing Li Meng's mind slowly slid towards the edge of collapse.

"No...save..."

At the end, Li Meng opened his weird mouth in despair, crying for some existence to save it. However, what responded to him was only the cold laughter of the Slaanesh demons, and the door to his room was eroded by acid. The sound of the voice - the vanguard of the Tyranid swarm rushed to his room, carrying the shadow of the warp, shrouding the area of ​​the space station that was being dragged into the illusory paradise by the power of Slaanesh - the expansion of the warp portal Being suppressed, the demons of Slaanesh collectively felt panicked and uncomfortable.

"Brothers and sisters, what are these bugs?"

Looking at the Terran swarm roaring at his group of demons, a Slaanesh Herald spoke in confusion - as a Slaanesh demon that has not had any contact with the real world since its birth, it has a kind of attitude towards everything in front of it. Freshness.

"Ha! I know these things, they contain joy that even Lucius can't resist!"

Another 'veteran' Slaanesh Vanguard was gearing up. When he heard this name, which was famous even among Slaanesh demons, he was addicted to the joy of what was in front of him. The morale of the other Slaanesh demons was greatly boosted.

"Come on, brothers and sisters! Let us experience... endless joy!"

9. Tyranids - Devouring

Hive World, Udal.

This place was once the population core of the Morton Hess system, and it once shouldered a large number of people from this region.

The simple preliminary processing tasks of the Balaton Forge World and the Marko Agricultural World in the galaxy, where the population used to travel to Sosekhi and the asteroid belt in the billions, provided the Balaton World, which was always thirsty for metal materials, with shiploads of ore that was enough to flood the Grand Canyon. Even, a Star Legion with good combat effectiveness has been recruiting people from this hive world to supplement its troops, because the civilians of this hive are particularly proficient in digging tunnels and close combat, which are skills that are used on the battlefield, and are a very high-quality source of soldiers.

But now...

The huge "banner" made of the skins of God knows how many people is hung on the highest level of the hive, fluttering in the wind, spreading a strange incense that can even suppress the pungent smell of the hive air that has lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years to all directions it can touch. The double-headed eagle emblem of the Imperial Church of the Church has been knocked to pieces, replaced by the mark of Slaanesh made by a distorted body, alienated flesh and blood, but still alive. The heroic statues on both sides of the road were all desecrated. There were six of them, and their bodies were "woven" into the shape of musical instruments. The victims who kept vomiting the Slaanesh magic sound that poured into their throats were hung on them. Even the road itself was paved with a layer of fine, addictive "carpet" made of human flesh and blood. Two Chaos Space Marines wearing gold and silver, silk hanging around their waists, human skin wrapped around their shoulders, and carrying doomsday whistles on their backs walked on it, chatting with voices that mortals could not bear.

"Has it been conceived?"

"Yes, the wizard said that the seeds of a space station have conceived fruits, and the reality curtain there has become weak. Ah... I guess there must be endless bliss there-"