Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

The Genestealer Patriarch, a massive and agile four-clawed beast, stalks the pipes and corners of the Flame's ship, looking for any possible victims.

The patriarch, to be honest, is quite handsome, but the ancient setting is hard to describe

It feels very sad now that more than a hundred years of hard work and operations have been destroyed in the invasion of demons. The original slave workers at the bottom have been infiltrated into a sieve, and almost half of them are infected gene stealers. Those infected guys did not even know until their death that they had given their piety and trust to the great main nest. Instead, they thought that they believed in something they called the four-armed God Emperor.

Although from its point of view, the faith of these four-armed God Emperors is indeed very useful. The humans infected by their control are loyal to death. The God Emperor opens his mouth and shuts his mouth. The soldiers who come to patrol and monitor have absolutely no doubts. Even if the emperor's icon had two arms added out of thin air, it didn't make them too alert.

After all, the state religion only restricted you to believe in the emperor, and did not say in what way you should believe in the emperor. Therefore, throughout the empire, you will always see various and varied ways to portray the emperor and add to your own strong nationality. and planet-style sacrificial rituals.

But such fanatical beliefs also lost control when faced with the invasion of demons. The patriarch watched helplessly as the demons broke in and rushed in, staring at their believers with their greedy and bloodthirsty eyes. Normal slave workers and residents would have turned around and ran away when encountering such a terrifying demon, or they would have been too frightened to move. However, these guys who believed in the four-armed God Emperor were better off, shouting: "For the Four-Armed God Emperor!" Then the clan leader, who was left in a daze, rushed forward.

Holding the statue of the God-Emperor, facing danger with a smile, the devil eats shit.

As soon as those demons rushed up, they were met with crazy counterattacks by fanatical believers. These subspace demons were full of blood feasts for their masters, while the believers under the patriarch were full of joy and thought, "Okay, for the God Emperor." Dedicate yourself today!”

The entire lower deck was caught in a melee, and there were fanatics everywhere shouting to sacrifice themselves for the God-Emperor. They took the thermal cutters and various mechanical wrenches used to repair ships and fought with the demons with real swords and guns. Their strength even surpassed the clan leader's judgment of them, making him once think that there might really be a four-armed God Emperor watching them.

However, it is a pity that these fanatics still failed to expel these demons, and were eventually overwhelmed by the vast army of demons. The patriarch decisively chose to avoid their sharp edges, avoiding the attacks and stars of the demons in the corner. The border army's counterattack.

But this is not a problem. The great task assigned to the clan leader by the main nest has not yet been completed, and the forces belonging to the insect nest must be re-established.

But how to do it? The clan leader was keenly aware of the powerful figures coming aboard the Flame. Those hunters who exuded the aura of wild wolves were not something that a genestealer clan leader could easily deal with.

So during these long months, it has been dormant, waiting for opportunities, looking for those lone soldiers to attack.

Thinking of this, the patriarch sighed deeply. Months of ambushes yielded no results. The soldiers patrolled every corner of the ship in groups, and the stormtroopers and battle sisters of the Tribunal also Added continuous cleaning of ships.

There is simply no chance to capture some parasitic seedbeds.

With the intense hunger coming from his abdomen, the patriarch became more and more anxious. Thinking about his current situation, and then thinking about his colleagues, all of them were doing better than him, even those who were working hard. Anyone fishing on a space hulk can be infected and assimilated by a large number of expedition teams.

Shen Xin carefully explored everything around her with her sensory organs, and the patriarch's eyes suddenly widened. It sensed that there were two individuals together in front of an automatic door not far from itself, and the body temperature of one of them.

87 degrees? Is this the body temperature that a biological individual can have?

He felt it carefully again and looked at his body temperature.

Tsk, no problem.

Forget it, it doesn't matter so much, at least the temperature of the living body next to him is normal.

The clan leader stood up and crawled quickly in the dark pipe.

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Lin Fan felt a little melancholy at this time. He had been hugging Delia for several minutes, but there was still no sign of improvement at all. On the contrary, more and more smoke was coming out of Delia's body.

"I said are you really okay?"

"Ah? Ah. It's okay, it's okay. I just have a power outage in the structure. I won't be able to move for a while. I'll be fine in a while." Delia quickly answered Lin Fan's question and made a stiff posture.

Lin Fan believed her words for the time being and planned to hold Delia for a while before carrying Delia to other priests for repairs.

Hee hee, the embrace of the incarnation of the God of All Machines is so warm.

Delia, who was in Lin Fan's arms, was almost overjoyed. The video equipment installed on her tail was recording this precious scene in ultra-high definition and without loss.

But at this moment, the clan leader who lurked near the two of them took action.

Lin Fan was the first to react and saw a blue-purple figure rushing towards them. Four huge claws quickly swung at the two of them, vowing to kill them with one blow.

With a snap, Lin Fan pushed Delia away from his arms, and drew out his chain sword to block the clan leader's sneak attack, but Delia's condition was not good.

After watching his tail being cut open and slowly falling on the deck, a scream mixed with anger and grief rang out.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The clan leader and Lin Fan were both frightened by this terrifying scream that could even be called a sonic weapon, and they both looked at Delia, whose face turned dark.

"You! You damn beast! Why! Why did you interrupt me!!!!"

Only the God of Machines could know how angry Delia could be at this time. She joined the Thirty-seventh Regiment and became a craftsman with no status in the Mechanicus just to get close to Lin Fan.

But what? Ever since he joined the regiment and boarded the ship, he had been with the new recruits every day, teaching them how to carefully treat the sacred machines and appease the machine spirits in them. The number of times he met Lin Fan could be said to be very few.

Not to mention what Old Jock told her: Lin Fan was originally going to come to her that day to ask for the structural diagram of the ship to seal the subspace rift. What a great opportunity this is, an opportunity to swim in the ocean of demons with the incarnation of the God of All Machines and witness the power of the gods. As a result, he was snatched away by that damn white-haired Judge Weisi.

How could I have missed that judge! ? I am younger and more lively than that old witch who has lived for who knows how many years. Although the breasts are indeed. To be honest, Delia is really envious of Judge Weisi's natural bust, which can be seen in the specially customized power armor.

But now, now you, the damn patriarch, have interrupted my time with the incarnation of the God of All Machines, and destroyed my precious video. You, the thief, must die.

The patriarch shuddered, which was his instinctive reaction when he sensed danger.

"Why do I feel like my life is in danger?"