As he said this, the Chaos Space Marine from the Angels of Bliss, who seemed to have thought of something, raised his right hand involuntarily and began to rub himself frantically. As his body swayed up and down, the liquid in a tube around his waist was quickly injected into his body. In an instant, this traitor who believed in the way of Sese fell on the soft carpet of flesh and blood, his hands and feet twitching, and his mouth and eyes crooked.
"Yes, yes - it is indeed time to enjoy! Let me try and see if I can let my soul touch the blissful beauty over there!" ⑥⑨④⑨③⑥①④⑤
Seeing his companion being sent into a wonderful world in an instant by the powerful hallucinogen newly prepared by the pharmacist in the gang, another Chaos Space Marine of the Angel of Bliss not only did not help his companion up, but made the same move - the next second, he also fell to the flesh and blood, and grinned foolishly with a distorted face.
“Hehehe——hahaha——”
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"What are these things? What on earth are these things???"
Compared to the Slaanesh creatures of the Angels of Bliss warband who are currently enjoying a beautiful and frenzied life in the Hive World and looking forward to more and stronger happiness, the Slaanesh demons who are now fighting Abathur's Tyranids swarm on the space station are undoubtedly in a much worse state - at the beginning of the battle, these Slaanesh demons were teasing each other in all kinds of frivolous tones, and were full of expectations for the special chemicals or other things on the Tyranids that they could absorb later. However, less than ten minutes after the battle, these Slaanesh demons realized that something was wrong.
————There is no other reason. The attacks of these Tyranid swarms can easily cause harm to them, and even give them pain that they have never imagined!
but.....
“Ah-ah! This feeling is something I’ve never experienced before! Harder! Harder! Baby!!”
"Come on, come on - cut me! Cut me!!!"
"Pleasure! This is a pleasure I've never experienced before! These guys can really bring us pleasure!"
After the initial panic, the demons of Slaanesh who came into reality through the veil became excited because of the "joy they had never experienced before". They sang soft songs, danced brilliantly, and desperately approached the strange Tyranid swarms, trying their best to put themselves in a state of "being chopped but not touched" - even one of them felt unhappy about this and went straight into the Tyranid swarm!
"Inhale--exhale!!! I feel like my lungs are burning! Wait, is this place really what mortals call lungs? Anyway, I've never experienced this feeling before! It's so comfortable!" Haha! More! I want more!!!"
Feeling the thorny stimulation coming from all directions, breathing the Tyranid poisonous fog in the air, observing the spores or small parasites floating around him, the Slaanesh Vanguard, whose vision, smell, hearing and touch were all working to the extreme, felt that he had reached a certain extreme at this moment. Driven by them, the Slaanesh Vanguard laughed wildly and raised his weapon, ready to praise Slaanesh with a fast and gorgeous dance of killing - what could be better than dedicating such joy to his master, and what existence could stop his joy?
However, in just a breath of time, this Slaanesh Vanguard realized that he was wrong, and very wrong.
"Hmm-ah-
—Quack! !”
With a shrill scream that was devoid of any pleasure, the Slaanesh Vanguard, who had inhaled a large amount of Tyranid poison mist and had already assumed a sword dance posture, suddenly had his knees softened and fell to the ground in an extremely ungraceful manner, rolling around in a pile of flesh and blood without any image, completely ignoring the fact that the accessories he was wearing were scattered all over the ground, and even more so not caring that the veil hanging on his body was stained by the flesh and blood.
"Munsha?"
Seeing their colleague's unpresentable behavior, several Slaanesh demons secretly laughed at the Slaanesh Vanguard who wanted to show off his skills but ended up turning over, and asked happily. However, before the Slaanesh Vanguard called Munsha could reply, amazing changes appeared on it again.
“Sizzle, sizzle—”
Just like butter falling into a hot pan, the body of the Slaanesh Vanguard, which had stopped tumbling and curled up into a ball, began to dissolve, and the rate was getting faster and faster. In less than ten seconds, this abominable thing was completely wiped out from the physical universe, without any residue left.
"Munsa is dead?"
"This feeling... Why do I feel this way?"
When this pioneering Slaanesh vanguard successfully destroyed himself, the other surviving Slaanesh demons felt a little throbbing in their hearts, as if they were being targeted by some natural enemy. And then, 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 very being is being eroded -!"
Amid the roars and cries of the Tyranid swarm, the Slaanesh demons began to feel a shadow that was faintly shining with golden light beginning to devour the subspace corresponding to the physical universe. They felt that the connection between them and the subspace was becoming weak, and they even felt that their essence was being devoured by the spreading shadow! Strong discomfort and the feeling of being turned into nothingness surged in the perception of the Slaanesh demons, causing these monsters that were always thirsting for pleasure to stop moving for a while, and were torn and gnawed by the swarm alive!
“This power—this power???”
“Could it be—Aaaaaaah!!!”
“Nooooooooooo!!!”
"Spirit! Ritual! We need something to get us back!"
When the spreading shadows of the Warp became the substance in the eyes of the demons, when the various Tyranid swarms from all directions turned into waves to attack the defenses of the Slaanesh demons, these incarnations of joy finally realized whose power they were facing, and when the Warp shadows of the swarms turned into a net to cover them, the Slaanesh demons let out all kinds of screams like the souls tortured by them, fighting back without any rules, while trying their best to think of ways to retreat back to the Warp - admittedly, the Slaanesh demons can find the experience of "joy" in almost all ways, but...
Being tortured by the power of the 'accursed' is outside the roster of pleasures for the Daemons of Slaanesh!
However, it was too late. As the number of Tyranids exceeded the critical point, the shadow of the Tyranids commanded by Abathur had completely covered the subspace of this area, completely cutting off the last hope of these Slaanesh demons to survive. The surging swarms wielded their biological blades, spewed poison and plasma, and ejected spores and larvae, completely crushing and devouring these beings born in the subspace.
In the end, even the echo was obliterated.
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"this----?"
In this former holy land that has become a demon cave, the chief wizard of the Angels of Bliss, an Astartes with a half-demonized face, looked at a flesh and blood flower that withered without any warning in the human bone bottle in front of him. An emotion called "astonishment" emerged on his face that no longer resembled a human being. Each of these flesh and blood flowers in the human bone bottle represented a corrupt seed that he had spread throughout the galaxy, and the blooming of the flesh and blood flower meant that the seed had been nurtured. But now, the rapid withering of this first blooming flower meant... ?
"Those dogs of the false emperor seem to have some tricks up their sleeves."
After throwing the useless human bone bottle out of the window, the chief wizard of the Angels of Bliss pondered for a few seconds, then turned and walked out of his room. Soon, a message was delivered to Balaton, to the hands of the heretic leader of the Dark Mechanicus who had already controlled everything in this Forge World.
"..."
After carefully calculating the authenticity of this information and the impact it would have on their plans if it was true, the chief heretic who controlled the Balaton Forge World stood up from his metal chair, gently rotated his scepter, and sent out a string of codes.
“010001010000101.......”
10. Tyrannosaurus - Ending
In a servitor production area in Balaton, the sound of machines operating roared.
The population plundered from Udal and the original population of Balaton,
They are continuously transported to this huge area, and then continuously stuffed into the transformation workshop, and transformed into things that are "more useful" to the Dark Mechanicus - every minute and every second, countless people are sent to this hell, and every minute and every second, there are "successfully sublimated" servitors being loaded onto trucks and then sent to where the Dark Mechanicus needs them.
In this bloody and cruel area, the victims' skulls will be cut open, and their brains will be connected to dense wires to enhance their "reaction speed". Their eyes will be dug out and replaced with cameras to enhance their "observation". Their chests will be hollowed out, and a large number of nerve glands and stimulant injection devices will be stuffed inside to ensure their "basic strength" - in fact, many captured people will have their bodies disintegrated when they are taken to this step, and such guys will be regarded as defective by the Black Mechanicus and simply thrown into the recycling bin, leaving them to wail and scream in pain.
After the victim's body "endures" the first few steps of transformation, their hands will be cut off and replaced with claws infused with poison, or whips wrapped with lightning, or guns that can fire bullets. At the same time, their legs and feet will also be transformed to give them stronger explosive power and stronger terrain adaptability - when all this is completed, the Chaos Eight-pointed Star will be branded on the chest of these victims, and at this moment, the Black Mechanicus will "mercifully" erase the victim's consciousness.
"01001000101.......?" (New command?)
"0010110101001......." (The order from the bishop is to cleanse the minds of all the failed products, equip them with the most basic weapons, brand them with holy marks, then pack them into boxes 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 Mechanic Cult members dressed like the Imperial Mechanic Cult members, but with blasphemous Chaos Eight-pointed Mandala on their robes, walked into a room immediately after receiving the order. They skillfully operated the equipment, roughly dumped the failed products produced in this production line that were still screaming or wailing or had no breath from the recycling bin, and then simply threw them onto the assembly line, leaving these people to embrace their miserable fate in despair - even more terrifying is that because this rapid processing method is not so "sophisticated", the victims who have been "brainwashed" may even retain a trace of thinking ability...
'Thinking' that feels nothing but pain.
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“Although the process was a bit tortuous, the result was pretty good.”
Just as the dark mechanics of Baradon began to work overtime to give the Sosiki world a little surprise because of the intelligence sent by the wizards of the Angels of Bliss. The Hammers were happily enjoying their victory in the first battle of this mission - after the Tyranids swarm devoured all the Slaanesh demons that passed through the warp curtain, Abathur's control of Limon's space station entered garbage time - the remaining guys in the space station who were contaminated by the power of Slaanesh, at the moment when the reality curtain of the space station returned to peace, all of them became messy and powerless because of the out-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 infected. The Slaanesh pollution is too deep."
Looking at the three-dimensional battle diagram in front of him, where the Slaanesh pollution was being cleared bit by bit by the Tyranid swarm, Egg made a sharp comment.
"Indeed, at first I thought it was just an accidental Slaanesh contamination, just like the Nurgle incident before. So this 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 stuff this time? This station - and even other space stations - are part of their plan? Is the rebellion in this system essentially a Chaos invasion?"
Abathur nodded in agreement at the egg's words, 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 this is 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 rebellion with a large scale, which is within the scope of understanding of ordinary imperial citizens..."
The political commissar frowned slightly, realizing that there were gaps in the intelligence they had, and they were serious gaps. Admittedly, as an Astartes Chapter, the Wolf Regiment 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 found it hard to believe that the Wolf Regiment had enough intelligence sources to determine the root cause of the betrayal of the two traitorous worlds...
"Big
Does Big E have any information we can refer to? Big E said this matter is in the past in terms of the timeline, right? "
"Of course there is, but that information may not be valuable and may even mislead us. Don't forget what caused this incident - can its power not make things a mess?"
"That makes sense... How about this? Let Abathur be in charge of reclaiming the space station, and I'll go take a look around those two worlds to confirm their situations. There's a huge difference between simply betraying the Empire and betraying with Chaos clearly involved. If we don't figure out which one it is, it will be detrimental to our subsequent combat deployment."
Silence thought about it and made a suggestion. Naturally, this suggestion was passed unanimously by the Hammers.
"Okay, go ahead! Silence!"
11. Necrons' Tracking
Loser Harlan, a former minor manager of the Balaton III orbital space station, is now the director of this orbital space station.
When the rebellion broke out in Balaton, Loser was the first bureaucrat on Orbital Station 3 to kneel before the Chaos Octagon, and the first to raise his pistol to the loyalists who refused to surrender. His shameful actions 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, after the rebellion, Loserhallan had a good time for a while, indulging in a life of luxury and debauchery on the space station every day - however, after enjoying this mess for several months, some activity appeared in this guy's heart.
'Can I get more?'
With this in mind, Loser Harlan tried every means to find the "good man" who "introduced" him to this "broad road" and asked him if there was any way for him to go further. After a conversation, Loser Harlan successfully got the answer.
Military merit, or in other words, killing people for the empire! If he didn't have such a thing, the best he could do in his life would be to be the director of this space station and he wouldn't be able to go any further. If he could create enough merits, his new master would definitely not be stingy with various rewards - from material, to power, to strength, and even... to eternal life!
"How can I safely gain some credit on the battlefield? Is there any chance for me to gain some credit safely? It would be best if I could sit in an office... No, no, no, even if I were to stay in the rear, but what kind of people could I command?"
After getting this answer, Loser Harlan was very worried for a while. He admitted that the price offered by his new master made him very tempted, very tempted, and he couldn't wait to have these rewards, and he couldn't wait to use these rewards to make himself reach a higher level - however, as a person with a little knowledge, he also knew very well that war was not a game of house between the hive gangs. If he went to the battlefield with his current identity, he would be cannon fodder at best! And the plan of not being cannon fodder...
He himself understands that he is not qualified!
So, when the messenger from the Balaton Forge World came to his space station, conveyed to him the orders of the great Balaton's new master, and showed him the endless mechanical servants that had been loaded into a ship currently docked in the spaceport of the No. 3 Orbital Space Station, the traitor was very... excited.
"Can I really be the captain of a ship? Can I really command everything on the ship? Can I really have a chance of plundering and winning?"
"You're questioning."
"No, no, no—why would I question it?"
"When you are ready, set off immediately - my Lord does not want to see your ship still docked in the harbor tomorrow."
"Yes Yes!"
Hearing something hidden in the calm electronic voice of the Dark Mechanicus who sent him the armed servitor, Loserhallan, who had finally picked up a little rationality from his ecstasy, hurriedly apologized and patted his chest to express that he would complete the task. The Dark Mechanicus who came to hand over the task to him did not say much. After transferring the authority, he left the small meeting room. About half an hour later, he took the shuttle back to the surface of the planet Balaton and left the space station.
"I'm going to be rich! I'm going to be rich!"
After confirming that the member of the Dark Mechanicus had left, Loserharan, who finally put his heart at ease, could not wait to open his cabinet and put on a set of clothes that he thought were the most majestic and gorgeous. He happily went to the dock with his followers and boarded the "ship" that belonged to him - although this ship was essentially a modified industrial ship for transporting ore, in Loserharan's view, this ship was a step for him to move to a higher level!
"Ha---Ouch---I'm going to replace this chair with velvet later!"
After walking around the bridge for a long time, Loserhallan nodded complacently, sat down on the simple captain's chair, and grimaced for a while because of the hardness of the chair. At the same time, the huge indicator light of the spaceport changed from red to green, indicating that the channel had been cleared and the ship could set off at any time.
"Well... let's go! Target! Sosekki!"
Feeling the turbulence of the ship's launch, I thought about launching the fighter servants in the ship.
Arriving at the surface of Sosekhi, the trapped Imperials there were panicked and slaughtered by these fearless creatures. Watching their struggle in space, Loserhallan couldn't help laughing - he didn't notice at all that in the space near the space station, several things that looked like 'ribs' and seemed to be some space scrap metal were floating quietly.
Watching it quietly.
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"One, two, three... Wow, more than a dozen ships flew out in one go? Is this a big deal for the rebels who occupied the Forge World?"
"It's not a big deal. Looking at the shape of these ships, they are round, with big bellies, and no external weapons. I guess they are probably converted from cargo ships used to transport goods within the galaxy. Such things can't be valuable in the Empire. So, where are these ships going?"
"We can probably guess the direction they're heading by looking at the direction they're heading. There are only a few places in this system where these ships can go. Hey... why do I feel like they're heading towards us?"
".....Your feeling should be correct. The only valuable area these ships are heading towards is Sosaki. Silence! Let your chops find a ship to take a look and determine what these things are carrying and what they are for."
"No problem - I've been wanting to board a ship for a long time, and I hope Pai Gu's command level can at least give me some experience - well, I'll choose this ship as my target."
The political commissar sister answered with a 'kind' smile, and lightly tapped the screen in front of her with her finger, conveying her order to the ghost arks on standby. About a second later, these 'ships of the dead' took action.
Silently followed Loserhallan's ship.
12. The confirmed battle plan
"This ship looks like a tomb now."
Yumer, who used to be the captain of this ship but is now only the first mate under Loser Harlan, holds a fuel lamp in his left hand and a gun in his right hand. He slowly patrols a main road on the ship where he has lived for nearly 30 years, carefully checking whether there are any damaged items or things that should not be there in the places where he passes. Before his ship was confiscated by the current rulers of Balaton, Yumer, the ore transport ship that travels back and forth between Balaton and Soszeki, was always "bustling", but now...
In this ship, apart from the sound of the machinery operating, there is really not much noise.
"If I had pledged my loyalty to them earlier, could I have kept my position? At that time, who could have guessed that they could really wipe out all the Mechanicus members?"
After patrolling two passages and finding no problems, Youmer felt that there was no point in patrolling any further, so he 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 had brought with him, then stroked the eight-pointed star on his clothes, which represented something unknown, and fell into deep thought. He was concentrating his attention on this problem so much that he didn't notice that something was shaking gently in the shadow cast by the lantern light.
"what?"
After thinking for about two or three minutes, Youmo dragged his thoughts back to reality. He walked to the wall and took down his lamp, preparing to patrol for a while and then go 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 with a hunched back - Youmo dared to bet that there would definitely not be such a 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, he raised the gun in his hand and fired at that side, and the act of firing seemed to "awaken" the thing. With the sound of bullets being deflected, a faint green light suddenly lit up on the thing, and this 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 Youmer could comprehend what had happened to him, the uninvited guest had already raised his other claw high up. Under the light of the lantern, the metal that made up the claw took on a pale color called "death".
“Ah?——Ah!!!!”
The last sound in the room was Yumer's miserable and short scream.
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