Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

"Hurry, hurry - if we are discovered, it will be too late!"

Sitting in his private shuttle, Li Meng hurriedly tied up his seat belt and kept urging his pilot to complete the shuttle engine warm-up procedure as soon as possible. At the same time, he was also in another channel. He was trying to 'boost morale' so that the guys inside the space station could buy him as much time as possible - but after a few minutes, Li Meng felt something was wrong.

"Why hasn't it started yet?"

"Giggle---"

What answered him was the sound of his own driver's teeth chattering.

"Coward! You\u0026%\u0026*%! Start the engine quickly! Otherwise we will all die——ahhhh————"

Suddenly, a strange, cold, and inexplicable hot feeling poured into his mind. The empty illusion made Li Meng's scream nearly tear his own throat. However, the second before his will collapsed, The space station owner injected himself with a stimulant, forcing his mind back to reality. When he finally managed to regain control of his body, his driver's mouth and nose were bleeding and he died silently in the driver's seat. six ⑨ four ⑨ three ⑥ one ③ five

"It's over..."

Knowing that he had absolutely no chance to escape, Li Meng numbly got off the shuttle, walked back to his room as if sleepwalking, and turned on the projection screen - he saw that at least seven caves had appeared on the shell of the space station, and some The signal has been lost in the edge area - there is no doubt that the invasion of the space station by the Tyranid swarm has begun, and his life has entered a countdown.

"Hey...I'm going to be finished..."

6. Tyran - Fear

What is fear?

John originally thought that this word was far away from him. Since he was born fifty years ago, he has been this old, dirty, full of the smell of engine oil and decay. It is difficult to see the normal light of stars all year round, he lacks food and drink, and even... As a member of the space station's ecosystem who constantly fights with unknown creatures in the dark, John thinks he has seen enough horror and suffered enough torture - his left hand is missing two fingers, and half of his foot is broken. There is also the half-burned face and the right hand that is no longer flexible, all evidence of the pain he endured. In fact, six months ago, John suffered an attack that almost cost him his life - when he was walking on the sidewalk When he was at work, an old and disrepaired pipe burst without warning, and the highly toxic steam spewed out almost sent John to a dead end. If he hadn't been lucky enough to fall into a pipe connected to the bottom. Pothole, John felt that he must have been dead at that time.

But now... John knew that fear had never left him. The pain and suffering he had experienced and what he was encountering now were just not worth mentioning!

"Giggle--"

He clung to a hot pipe, curled up into a ball as much as possible, held a laser gun in his arms, tried his best to lower his breathing rate, and tried every means to prevent himself from making a sound. John endured the pain that had already begun. The high temperature that was vaguely scalding his skin and lungs strained his nerves, and he used the highest level of perception in his life to desperately distinguish the information he wanted to hear from a bunch of noise, and tried hard to imagine the scene outside in his mind. ——Half an hour ago, after seeing with my own eyes the scene in which my captain, who was wearing the best equipment, and his two followers were effortlessly torn into pieces of flesh and bones were crushed by the strange creatures that attacked. John, who was so frightened that he peed his pants, did not hesitate to turn around and crawl away amidst the screams of his teammates. Based on his previous experience of being chased by creatures in the space station, he found this thing that could probably keep him alive. Where he went down - he succeeded, but he also heard that those horrible things were wandering in the nearby corridors, looking for prey like himself. John knew that if a miracle didn't happen, he would also be eaten. It is inevitable.

"Go well, go well, no matter who it is, as long as they can ensure my survival, I will always listen to their words..."

As certain voices got closer, John became more and more distracted and began to pray randomly. For a moment, he felt some kind of existence responding to his voice. He seemed to see someone reaching out towards him. Take action. but....

"...?"

Before John could stretch out his hand and put it into the hand of the being who reached out to him, he felt that a strange sense of emptiness came to his heart, and he felt that his soul was being Plunging into a silence filled with golden light, he saw that he seemed to be falling into a bloody mouth.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Under such a clear sense of nothingness, John involuntarily let out a scream, followed by a scream that was even more piercing, but ended abruptly - a samurai insect rushed to his side, raised his knife and chopped him into pieces. Several pieces, and then, another warrior bug rushed in, and fired a venom cannon at John's body, which may still be conscious. The Tyran venom, which has special effects on living organisms, completely destroyed John's body in an instant. Composed of every cell, the person named John has completely become a puddle of inorganic matter.

"Phew, it was so dangerous, I almost caused trouble."

After ordering these warrior bugs to rely on the shadow shielding of the subspace by the Tyran swarm, 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 check if I have a chance 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 yet. 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 inside 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 didn't curse 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 looked stunned.

"He opened the bullet time BUFF and completed the duel directly into a one-sided RPG without any martial ethics - we'll talk about it later, the man from the Wolf Group is here again, we'll 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 - Tyranids swarm! Change direction collectively! All reserves are on the line! Start attacking!!!"

8. Tyran - Fighting

Waves of strange and intoxicating scents, 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 no 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 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 ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah no

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..."

In the end, Li Meng opened his weird mouth in despair, crying for some existence to save him. However, all he received in response was 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 space station area 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 in front of him, a Slaanesh Herald said 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 was once the population core of the Morton Hess system, and it once carried a large number of people from the local

Simple preliminary processing tasks in the Balaton Forge World and the Marko Agricultural World in the galaxy. The population here once traveled to Soseki and the asteroid belt in billions, providing the Balaton World, which is always thirsty for metal materials. Shipload after shipload of ore, enough to flood the Grand Canyon. There is even an Astral Legion with good combat effectiveness that has been recruiting people from this hive world to replenish its troops, because the civilians in this hive city are particularly skilled in tunnel digging and close combat skills that are useful on the battlefield. , is a very high-quality source of troops.

But now...

A huge 'banner' sewn from the skins of God knows how many people was hung on the highest level of the hive city, fluttering in the strong wind, suppressing the pungent smell of the air in the hive city that had lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years. The strange incense smell spreads to all directions it touches. The double-headed eagle emblem of the Imperial Church has been knocked to pieces, replaced by the mark of Slaanesh made by a twisted body, alienated flesh, but still alive. The heroic sculptures on both sides of the road were all desecrated. There were six in number whose flesh was 'woven' into the shape of musical instruments, and the victims who could not help spitting out the demonic sound of Slaanesh that poured into their throats were hung on them. Even the road itself is paved with a fine layer of 'carpet' that exudes an intoxicating smell and is made of human flesh and blood - the two men wear gold and silver, with silk hanging around their waists, human skin wrapped around their shoulders, and their backs Chaos Space Marines, still carrying the Doomsday Siren, strolled on it, chatting in voices too loud for mortals to bear as they walked.

"Already conceived?"

"Yes, the wizard said that there is a space station where the seeds have given birth to fruit, and the curtain of reality there has become weak. Ah... there must be endless bliss there -"