Chapter 13

When he said this, the Chaos Space Marine of the Angels of Paradise warband seemed to have thought of something. He involuntarily raised his right hand and rubbed it on himself crazily. As his body swayed up and down, his waist The liquid in a tube was quickly injected into his body. In an instant, the traitor who believed in the way of Slaanesh fell on the soft flesh and blood carpet, his hands and feet twitched, and his mouth and eyes were crooked.

"Yes, yes - it is indeed time to enjoy it! Let me try and see if I can let my soul touch the bliss and beauty over there!" ⑥⑨④⑨③⑥①④⑤

Seeing that his companion was instantly transported into the wonderful world by the powerful hallucinogen newly prepared by the pharmacist in the warband, another Chaos Space Marine from the Angel of Bliss not only did not help his companion up, but instead He made the same move - the next second, he also fell on the flesh and blood, his face twisted into a silly smile.

"Hehehe-hahaha-"

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"What are these things? What are these things????"

Compared to the Slaaneshi gadgets of the Angels of Paradise warband who are currently enjoying a beautiful and crazy life in the hive world and looking forward to more and more powerful happiness, they are now fighting Abathur's Tyranid swarm on the space station. The demons of Slaanesh were undoubtedly in a much more embarrassed state - at the beginning of the battle, these demons of Slaanesh were teasing each other in various frivolous tones, and were also interested in the special chemicals on the Tyranids that could be sucked later. Or maybe it was something else that was full of expectations. However, less than ten minutes after the battle, these Slaanesh demons realized that something was wrong.

——Without him, the attacks of these Tyranid swarms can actually cause harm to them easily, and even give them pain that they have never imagined!

but.....

"Ah-ah! I have never experienced this feeling before! Harder! Harder! Baby!!"

"Come on, come on - chop me! Chop me!!!"

"Happiness! This is really joy that I have never experienced before! These guys can really bring us joy!"

After the initial panic, the demons of Slaanesh who came to reality through this curtain all became excited because of "this joy they have never experienced before". While singing soft songs and jumping with gorgeous dances, they desperately moved closer to these strange swarms of Tyranids, trying their best to put themselves in a state where they were about to be chopped but could not be touched. '--Even one of them, one of the Slaanesh Heralds who felt so unhappy, simply got into the Tyranid pile!

"Breathe - exhale!!! I feel like my lungs are burning! Wait, are you sure this is what mortals call lungs? In short, I have never experienced this feeling! It's so comfortable!" Haha! More! I want more! ! ! "

Feel the thorn-like excitement coming from all directions, breathe in the Tyranid poisonous mist in the air, and observe the spores or small parasites floating around you, whether it is vision, smell, hearing or touch. The Slaanesh Vanguard felt at this moment that he had reached a certain extreme. Driven by them, the Slaanesh Vanguard laughed wildly and raised their weapons, preparing to praise Slaanesh with a fast and gorgeous dance of killing - what could be better than dedicating such joy to themselves? Master, what existence can stop my own joy?

However, in just one breath, the Slaanesh Herald knew that he was wrong, and how wrong he was.

"Hmm - ah -

—Quack——! ! "

Accompanied by screams that were shrill and devoid of any pleasure, the Slaanesh Vanguard, who had inhaled a large amount of Tyranid poisonous mist and had already assumed the stance of sword dancing, suddenly weakened his knees and knelt down in an extremely ungraceful manner. He fell to the ground and rolled imagelessly in a pile of flesh and blood, completely ignoring that the accessories he was wearing were scattered all over the floor, not to mention that the gauze hanging on his body was dirty and contaminated by flesh and blood.

"Muensa?"

Seeing the unimpressive behavior of their colleagues, several Slaanesh demons secretly laughed in their hearts that the Slaanesh pioneer wanted to show off his operation but ended up overturning, and asked happily. However, before the pioneer of Slaanesh known as Munsa could reply, an astonishing change appeared on it again.

“Zizzizi————”

Just like butter dropped into a hot pot, the form of the Slaanesh Herald that had stopped rolling and curled up into a ball began to dissolve, and the speed was getting faster and faster. In less than ten seconds, this abominable Slaanesh Herald Things were completely wiped out from the physical universe, leaving no residue at all.

"Muensa is dead?"

"This feeling...why do I feel this way?"

When this Slaanesh pioneer who dared to eat crabs succeeded in destroying himself, the other Slaanesh demons who were still alive felt a tremor in their hearts, as if they were being targeted by some natural enemy. Immediately afterwards, as more Tyranids rushed to the battlefield above the space station, things that these Slaanesh demons could not understand began to happen.

"Our physical form is dissipating?"

“It’s not just the physical form—our essence, our essence is being eroded—!”

Amidst the roars of the Tyranid swarms, the Slaanesh demons began to feel that some kind of shadow with a faint golden light began to devour the subspace corresponding to this physical universe, and felt that the connection between them and the subspace was changing. They were so weak that they even felt that their essence was being swallowed up by this spreading shadow! Intense discomfort and the feeling of nothingness surged in the Slaanesh demons' perceptions one after another, causing these monsters who were always thirsting for pleasure to stop moving for a while, just alive and being swarmed by the swarm of insects. Tear, gnaw!

“This power—this power???”

“Could it be—ahhhhh!!!”

"no no!!!"

"Souls! Ritual! We need something so we can go back!"

When the spreading shadow of subspace became reality in the eyes of demons, and when the swarms of Tyranids of various colors from up, down, left, right, front and back turned into waves and crashed into the defenses of Slaanesh demons, these incarnations of joy finally realized that they were facing Whose power is it? When the subspace shadow of the insect swarm turned into a net and enveloped them, the demons of Slaanesh let out various screams like the souls tortured by them, without any clues. counterattack, while trying his best to think of ways to retreat back to the subspace - it is true that Slaanesh demons can find the experience called 'pleasure' in almost all ways, but...

Being tortured by the power of the 'Cursed One' is not on the list of pleasures of the Daemon of Slaanesh!

However, it was already too late. As the number of Tyranid swarms exceeded the critical point, the subspace shadow of the Tyranid swarm commanded by Abathur had completely covered the subspace in this area, completely cutting off these The last hope for the demons of Slaanesh to survive. The raging insect swarms waved their biological blades, spitting poison and plasma, and projecting spores and larvae, completely crushing and devouring these existences born in subspace.

In the end, even the echoes were wiped out.

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"this----?"

In this former holy land that has been turned into a demon cave, the chief wizard of the Angels of Paradise warband, an Astartes whose face has turned into a half-demon, looks at the flesh and blood that withered without warning in the human bone bottle in front of him. Flowers, a ray of emotion called 'shock' appeared on the face that no longer looked human - each of these flowers of flesh and blood placed in the human bone bottle represents a flower that he has spread in this galaxy. The corrupted seeds that have gone out, and the flower of flesh and blood blooming means that the seed has been conceived - but now, the rapid withering of the first blooming flower means...?

"Those fake emperor's dogs seem to have some tricks up their sleeves."

Throwing the useless human bone bottle out of the window, the chief wizard of the Angel of Paradise warband thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked out of his room - soon, a message was delivered to Balaton, and to In the hands of the heretic leader of the Dark Mechanicum, who has mastered everything in this forged world.

"..."

After carefully calculating the authenticity of this information and what impact it would have on their plans if it were true, the leader of the heretics who controlled the Balaton Forge World stood up from his metal seat. He gently rotated his scepter and sent out a string of codes.

"010001010000101....."

10. Tyran——Ending

Balaton, a certain servitor production area, the sound of mechanical operation roars.

The population plundered from Udal and the original population of Balaton,

A steady stream of them are transported to this huge area, and then they are continuously stuffed into the transformation workshop, and transformed into something 'more useful' for the Dark Mechanicus - every minute and every second, there are countless Endless people are sent to this hell. Every minute and every second, servitors that have been "successfully sublimated" are loaded into trucks and sent to where the Dark Mechanicus needs them.

In this bloody and cruel area, the victims' skulls will be cut open and dense wires will be connected to their brains to enhance their 'reaction speed'. Their eyes would be gouged out and replaced with cameras to enhance their 'power of observation'. Their chests will be hollowed out, and a large number of neural glands and stimulant injection devices will be stuffed inside to ensure their 'basic strength' - in fact, many people who were captured were carried to this step, and their bodies Disintegration will occur, and such guys will be regarded as defective products by the Black Mechanicus, simply thrown into the recycling bin, and left to wail and scream in pain.

After the victim's body 'withstands' the first few steps of transformation, their hands will be cut off and replaced with claws imbued with poison, or long whips wrapped with thunder and lightning, or ones that can shoot bullets. firearms. At the same time, their legs and feet will also be modified, allowing them to have stronger explosive power and stronger terrain adaptability - when this is completed, the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star will be imprinted on these victims. Chest, at this moment, the Black Mechanicus will 'mercifully' erase the victim's consciousness.

"01001000101....?" (New command?)

“0010110101001.......” (Order from the bishop, let us cleanse the minds of all the failed products, equip them with the most basic weapons, brand them with holy marks, then pack them and send them to the launch site)

“00001010......?” (So, the action has begun?)

“0010101111010......” (We just need to do our own thing)

In a corner of the servitor production area, two Dark Mechanicus followers who were dressed like the Imperial Mechanicus followers, but with the blasphemous Chaos Eight Man on their robes, walked into a house immediately after receiving the order. They skillfully operated the equipment, roughly dumped the failed products that were still screaming or wailing or had no breath from the recycling bin, and simply threw them onto the assembly line, leaving these people to embrace their miserable fate in despair - what's more terrifying is that since this rapid processing method is not so "fine", the victims who have been "brainwashed" may even retain a trace of thinking ability...

Apart from pain, they can't feel anything "thinking".

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"Although the process is a bit tortuous, the result is pretty good."

Just when the dark mechanic cult of Balaton began to work overtime to give the Sosek world a little surprise because of the intelligence sent by the wizards of the Bliss Angels War Gang. The Hammers were happily enjoying their first victory in this mission - after the Tyranids swarm devoured all the Slaanesh demons that passed through the warp curtain, Abathur's control of Li Meng's space station entered garbage time - the remaining guys in the space station that were contaminated by the power of Slaanesh, at the moment when the reality curtain of the space station returned to calm, all of them became messy and powerless because of the loss of control of the power of Slaanesh in their bodies. The direct result of this was that the Tyranids became a group of sweeping creatures...

"Everyone in the entire space station has been tricked, this Slaanesh contamination is too deep."

Looking at the Slaanesh contamination that was being cleared bit by bit by the Tyranids in the three-dimensional battle map in front of him, Egg made a sharp comment.

"Indeed, at first I thought it was just an accidental Slaanesh contamination, just like the previous one that almost caused Nurgle trouble. This space station has been planned for a long time. Wait, if they didn't go crazy to Slaanesh temporarily, does this mean that our opponents may have Slaanesh this time? Is this space station - or even other space stations - part of their plan? The rebellion in this galaxy is essentially a Chaos invasion?"

Egg's words made Abathur nod in agreement, and then he suddenly thought of a possibility, a possibility that could explain why everyone in the space station he attacked was contaminated by Slaanesh.

"The probability is quite high, but if that's the case, the problem level of this galaxy has risen to a new level. Although the intelligence given to us by the brothers of the Wolf Group before said that after the fall of the Agricultural World, the Forge World and the Hive World rebelled together, but from what they said, they think it should be an ordinary, somewhat large-scale rebellion that ordinary imperial citizens can understand..." The political commissar frowned slightly, realizing that there was a gap in the intelligence they had, and it was a serious gap. Admittedly, the Wolf Group, as an Astartes Chapter, was not weak in intelligence investigation. However, considering the fact that the Imperial troops were trapped on the surface of Sosekhi shortly after entering this world, the political commissar also found it difficult to believe that the Wolf Group had enough intelligence sources to determine that the root cause of the rebellion of the two rebellious worlds was What.....

"Does Big

E have any information for us to refer to? Big E said that this matter is 'in the past' for the timeline, right?"

"Of course there is, but that information may not be valuable and may even mislead us. Don't forget what this thing is made of - can its power not make things messy?"

"That's right... How about this? Let Abathur be responsible for the recovery of the space station, and my ribs will go around the two worlds to confirm the situation of the two worlds - there is a big difference between simply betraying the Empire and betrayal with the clear involvement of Chaos forces. If we don't figure out which one it is, it will be harmful to our subsequent combat deployment."

Silence thought about it and made a suggestion. Naturally, this suggestion was unanimously passed by the Hammers.

"Okay, go! Silence!"

Eleven. Tracking of the Necrons

Lothar Harlan, a former small manager of the Balaton III orbital space station, is now the director of this orbital space station.

When the rebellion broke out in Baraton, Loser was the first bureaucrat on the No. 3 Orbital Space Station to kneel before the Chaos Octagon, and the first person to raise his pistol to the loyalists who were unwilling to surrender - and his shameful behavior earned him the reward he had always dreamed of, all the wealth of his superiors, and the management rights of this space station!

"Haha! Now, this is the place where I have the final say!"

In short, Loser Harlan had a good time for a while after the rebellion, indulging in the luxury of life on the space station every day - however, after enjoying a mess for several months, this guy's heart became active.

‘Can I get more? ’

With this idea in mind, Lotherhallan tried every means to find the 'good man' who 'introduced' him to this 'broad road' and asked him if there was any way he could go further. After a back-and-forth chat, Lorseharan successfully got the answer.

Military exploits, or in other words, killings of the empire! If he didn't have such a thing, he would be stuck in the sky in his life, that is, the director of this space station would not be able to go further, and if he could create enough credit, then his new master would definitely not be stingy with various rewards—— From matter, to power, to strength, and even... to eternal life!

"How can I safely make a fortune on the battlefield? Is there any chance that I can safely make a fortune? It's best to sit in the office... No, no, no, even if it's just It’s fine to be in the rear, but what kind of people can I command?”

After getting this answer, Lorseharan was very worried for a while. He admitted that the prices offered by his new owner made him very tempted, very tempted, he couldn't wait to have these rewards, and he couldn't wait to use these rewards to take himself to a higher place - however, as a person, As a person with a little knowledge, he also knows very well that war is not just a game played by some hive gangs. If he goes to the battlefield in his current capacity, he will be cannon fodder at best! And the plan of being used as cannon fodder...

He himself knows that he is not qualified!

So, when a messenger from the forge world of Balaton came to his space station, conveying to him the orders of the great Balaton's new master, and showing him what had been loaded on the space station currently parked in orbit three. When he was on a ship in the spaceport and could not see the servitors at all, the traitor was very...excited in his heart.

"Can I really be the captain of a ship? Can I really command everything on the ship? Do I really have a chance of plundering victory?"

"You're questioning."

“No, no, no—how could I question it?”

"When you are ready, set off immediately - I don't want to see your ship still docked in the port tomorrow."

"Yes Yes!"

Hearing something in the calm electronic sound of the Dark Mechanicus who sent him the armed servitors, Lotherhallan, who finally picked up a little bit of his own sense from the ecstasy, apologized hurriedly and patted his chest. Believing that he would definitely complete the task, the Dark Mechanicus who came to hand over to him didn't say much. After transferring the authority, he left this small conference room - about half an hour later, he sat back to the planet Balaton. The shuttle on the surface left the space station.

"I'm going to be developed! I'm going to be developed!"

After confirming that the member of the Dark Mechanicus had left, Lotherharan, who finally put his heart at ease, couldn't wait to open his cabinet and put on a set of clothes that he thought were the most majestic and gorgeous. On the body. He happily took several of his followers to the dock and boarded the 'ship' that belonged to him - although this ship was essentially an industrial ship that transported ore, but in Loser From Harlan's perspective, this ship is his step to a higher place!

"Ha--ouch--I'm going to change this chair to velvet in the future!"

After wandering around the bridge for a long time, Lotherharan nodded with satisfaction, sat down on the simple captain's chair, and grinned for a while because of the hardness of the chair. At the same time, the huge indicator light in the spaceport changed from red to green, indicating that the channel was clear and the ship was ready to depart at any time.

"Well... let's go! Target! Soseki!"

Feeling the bumps of the ship starting up, I thought about how I would release the fighter servitors inside the ship.

Going to the surface of Soseki, panicking the trapped imperial people there, and being tortured and killed by these fearless things, and watching the scene of their struggle in space, Lotherhallan couldn't help but laugh out loud - he had no idea at all I noticed that in the space near the space station, several things that looked like 'ribs' and seemed to be some kind of space scrap metal were floating quietly.

Watching it quietly.

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"One, two, three... Good guy, a dozen ships flew out in one breath? Are the rebels who have taken over the Forge World such a big deal?"

"It's not a big deal. Looking at the shape of these ships, they are round, big-bellied, and have no external armaments. I guess they are most likely modified from cargo ships used to transport things in the galaxy. Such things cannot be valuable in the empire. That's it. "Where are these ships going?"

"You should be able to make a rough guess by looking at the direction of their bows - there are only a few places in this galaxy where these ships can run - eh... why does it feel like they are coming towards us?"

"...Your feeling should be correct. The only valuable area these ships are heading towards is the Soseji planet, Silence! Let your ribs find a ship and take a look at it, and make sure that these things are lucky. What? What to do?”

"No problem - I've long wanted to have fun jumping into a gang. I hope Pai Gu's command will at least give me the experience - well, I'll just choose this ship as my target."

After answering the commissar sister, Jing Jing smiled with a hint of ‘kindness’, and gently tapped the screen in front of him, conveying his order to the ghost arks on standby. About a second later, these ‘ships of the dead’ took action.

Silently followed Loser Harlan’s ship.

12. Confirmed combat plan

“This ship is like a tomb now.”

Yumer, who used to be the captain of this ship and is now only the first mate under Loser Harlan, held a fuel lamp in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, and slowly patrolled a main road on the ship where he had lived for almost 30 years, carefully confirming whether there were any damaged things or things that should not appear in the places he passed by - before his ship was confiscated by the current rulers of Balaton, Yumer, the ore transport ship that traveled back and forth between Balaton and Sosekhi, was always ‘bustling’, but now...

In this ship, apart from the sound of mechanical operation, there is really not much noise.

"If I had pledged my loyalty to them earlier, could I have kept my position? Who would have guessed that they could really clean up all the Mechanicus?"

After patrolling two passages and finding no problems, Yumer, who felt that there was no point in patrolling further, opened a door on the side of the road and walked into a small lounge. After hanging a lantern on the wall, he sat down on a chair, gulped down a few sips of the water he brought with him, and stroked the eight-pointed star on his clothes, which meant something, and fell into deep thought - he was so focused on this question that he didn't notice that something was shaking gently in the shadow cast by the lantern light.

"Huh?"

After thinking for about two to three minutes, Youmo dragged his thoughts back to reality, walked to the wall and took down his lamp, preparing to patrol a little longer before going back to rest. However, the moment he raised the lantern, he saw something out of the corner of his eye, a strange thing that looked like a person but hunched over. Youmo dared to bet that there would be no such thing on his ship, and he was even more sure that there was no such thing in the room when he came in just now!

So, Youmo didn't even look at the thing for a second, raised the gun in his hand and fired at the other side, and the act of firing seemed to "wake up" the thing. With the sound of the bullet being deflected, a faint green light suddenly lit up on the thing, and the thing came in front of him in the blink of an eye, and with one claw, it easily crushed Youmo's gun into scrap metal.

"!!!"

Before Yumo could comprehend what had happened to him, the uninvited guest had already raised his other claw high. Under the light of the lantern, the metal that made up the claw showed a paleness called "death".

"Ah? --Ah!!!!"

The last sound in the room was Yumo's miserable and short scream.

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