Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 837 [279.] Tailun Fan

The Swarm finally arrived.

Descend into the flesh of the endless swarm.

The Great Devourer never stops.

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"Crazy! They are all crazy!!!"

Before the next saturation suicide attack came, a screaming sound came out of Trazyn's voice box.

The entire Necron fleet seemed to be tossing and turning in a river of biomass and chitinous shells, but every splashing drop of water was determined to penetrate the fleet of ships, never stopping, never retreating.

It was as if some giant beast opened its bloody mouth and vomited out its offspring, its warriors, and its rivers. The endless torrent instantly submerged the ranks of the Necrons.

The extremely dense biomass and neural electrical signals disrupted the communications of the Necrons. Ships in the same fleet could not even contact each other. The giant beast named "Tyran" roared and tore apart all means of communication with its screams.

Countless Tyranids with hard scales growing on the front of their heads swooped down towards the Endless' fleet, but their small and ignorant eyes did not reflect this silver-white fleet. They simply flew in a straight line towards their final destination.

The blow to Trazyn's fleet was just a by-product. The giant elephant was rushing through the jungle and had no time to care whether the rats under its feet were alive or not.

The entire ship was shaking violently. There were just too many of them! What surprised Trazyn even more was that among the Tyranids that flashed past the observation window of his ship, he could distinguish many more bizarre individuals.

Trazyn had never felt the Tyranids so directly before. At this moment, the Tyranids in his eyes were no longer a whole swarm of insects.

It is just a single individual, an individual that spans thousands of star fields. It simply disperses its body, breaks up its flesh and blood, and spreads its cells finely into those new, uncultivated, fertile virgin lands, scatters the seeds, and lets the flesh and blood grow.

Nerves spread toward the sky like tree branches, connecting to neighboring star regions. The bacteria in the petri dish extend their tentacles toward their own kind. While the original organisms wither into debris, the flesh and bone marrow that embody their will are spreading across the entire galaxy.

And now, they have completely angered this monster - no, no, no, or has this giant beast finally cast its curious and greedy gaze towards this place?

It’s gathering.

It is making part of itself visible.

Trazyn had never felt the fear of absolute mass before, but this time, it realized what it was about to witness. It was about to witness an entire galaxy filled with flesh and blood, completely filled with biomass and chitinous shells, filled with tentacles and compound eyes, like a giant flesh and blood creature.

This is a bit blasphemous.

Even stars are nothing more than flames that can be easily extinguished under such a huge accumulation of biological mass.

This was obviously ridiculous in the extreme, filling an entire galaxy with mass, and was too much for the Necrons to comprehend. It was too wasteful, too insignificant, and too difficult to achieve.

But there are always races in the starry sky that can achieve such a level.

Or rather...individual.

Those who had seen the Tyranids were greatly mistaken, having seen only one cell of it and had jumped to conclusions, when in reality they had been fighting a single creature, a living, scattered behemoth.

Trazyn began to worry about Hades—

It has never been so worried about its old friend, the Star God. Tyran represents another kind of power, another kind of power that has reached the extreme. Its huge volume will accumulate unimaginable will. This is another kind of chaos, a chaos god whose body resides in the physical realm.

Tyran will not be a god, but the madness and intelligence that he represents, contains, and grows from will never be weaker than the so-called "gods".

This is another existence.

Any single, tiny individual would probably go mad when faced with the size and will of the Tyranids, but the good news is that their insignificance saves them. They will never see the whole of this behemoth in their lifetime, but will only be able to yell at the whiskers on its legs and empty their magazines.

They will never understand it, understand Tyranid—

It was a more emotionless, more disordered, and colder creation, and should a soul peer into Chaos they would receive emotional devastation enough to crush their will, but when they saw the Tyranids they would simply see.

But it's enough to break a soul.

Tyrannosaurus also simply exists.

Existing as an independent entity across thousands of star fields.

Will Pluto be the first to see it in its entirety? Or the first to look it in the eye?

Trazyn didn't know, and it couldn't ask Hades directly now.

Before this, Hades had only faced the Chaos Gods of the Warp and the shattered fragments of Gods in the physical world.

And now, he is facing a flesh and blood creature that has taken root and grown from the physical world.

Trazyn felt his risk-assessment system screaming at him in fear, red lights beeping for "finish" and "run."

Hades is resistant enough to Chaos, but what about Tyranid?

Hit violently once again, the Infinity was thrown out from the corner where it was curled up. Under the interference of excessive Tyranid neural signals, the gravity system temporarily lost its original function. Ding-dang-dang, the sound of the Tyranids hitting the ship was like a never-ending rainstorm.

The Endless stood up and started running. A red light flashed in the command room, burning the Necron's body blood red. It ran towards the command desk that was still working, and saw an unimaginable picture appear on the map.

For the Silent King's sake, it had never seen a filled map.

Even if it is reduced in size to the point where a Tyranid is a pixel, the map is still packed full, with everything packed tightly together. No matter from which angle you look at it, it should be described as something "solid".

Trazyn changed the observation perspective to another dimension, and the result shocked it, but it still appeared in the deepest and most hidden nightmares of the Deathly Haunted. No matter from which dimension it was observed, the galaxy was still "solid".

Even across space, even across time, even across choices.

It pierces everything with its sheer mass.

And in the middle of that mass of flesh and blood, Trazyn was startled to realize that he was trembling—

From the bottom of its heart, it had rarely experienced such a shocking moment since it became a Necron. Perhaps it had regained a little soul (? Just kidding, Trazyn certainly knew that this was impossible, perhaps because the impact just now caused some of its subtle inclination motors to malfunction). It trembled and adjusted its perspective back to the current plane.

In the very center of the solid object, on the display screen, in the center surrounded by countless dull purple flesh and blood, there was like a huge fireball of reverse color. The violent energy was like a flame, or a trickle, flowing along the gaps between the flesh and blood, trying to take root, burning, eroding, and extending its roots and branches outward.

“…”

The Endless opened its mouth, but was speechless and didn't know what to say or do. Before being surrounded by the Tyranids, it had already ordered the use of various large-scale cleanup weapons, but in the face of absolute mass, it was still a drop in the bucket.

What makes it even more desperate is that these masses have consciousness. They will evolve, resist, and even copy the technology of other races.

Trazyn was shaking, and it slowly took out the scientist who was diligently working on the research and development from its pocket universe. Pus and a fishy smell immediately filled the entire command room, but Trazyn didn't care about it at the moment.

Typhons stood up with a grumble. He seemed to find it difficult to understand why Trazyn wanted to call him out so rudely at this time. The eyes of the Nurgle believer were still covered with all kinds of eye boogers, and in his hand he was holding a piece of flesh and blood that looked like a half-finished product of the Tyranids.

Tick, the twitching blood ball splashed a few drops of blood on the deck of Trazyn.

"……What's wrong?"

Typhus stood up shakily. It seemed as if it was raining outside the ship. He saw the Infinite beside him dumbfounded. Trazyn stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at the command screen.

"Have you ever thought that Terran would look like this?"

"?"

[Typhons] looked up, but saw a picture that looked like a child's doodle appearing on the command screen, as if a large black rag emitting a dim fluorescent color had been thrown directly onto a lavender paper.

"The map is broken? How am I supposed to understand this?"

Typhus frowned, wondering if the Endless One had lost his mind. He subconsciously tilted his head and saw the lavender light passing by quickly outside the observation window.

"Your ship... can still be launched? Where are we now?"

Trazyn said nothing, but trembled.

Finally, the gentle voice of the Infinite One landed in Typhus' ears, far more harsh than the sound of a nuclear bomb explosion.

"Fuck you...what the fuck...we're in space now, fat guy."

? !!! !!! !!!

Typhons was about to retort, but suddenly realized something. He took a step back with a grim face.

"I-I don't understand."

"I don't understand it either—" Trazyn said hoarsely, "but Hades is surrounded now."

It pointed to what Typhus thought was a large rag.

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Since its birth.

It plunders.

It devours.

It was endowed with a certain intelligence, a certain mechanism for self-iteration, and the ability to reproduce and grow by devouring. It was in a daze and after who knows how many iterations, it became aware of "itself".

The memory was initially hazy and blurred, and the whole world was distorted and dazzling. Compared to its own poor memory, its flesh and blood and genes were much thicker, engraved with countless information and wisdom for its use. As long as it recorded, it would never forget.

But it has also forgotten that in its vast journey, the dying food of the past threw vicious spears at it, a plague spread through genetic information - but it was eventually resolved by it. A plague will not take away all living things in nature.

It has encountered countless enemies, in pure energy state, pure information state, higher and lower. The only thing in common is the final outcome. The final destination of the meal on the plate is a mouth full of fangs.

It's all been resolved.

It devours everything it encounters, relying on their flesh and blood to expand its body, relying on their wisdom to grow sharp claws, and devouring bodies, wills, and technology.

It has been evolving, not only the body, not only the weapons, but the huge and chaotic will has been evolving. It spreads its genes among different biological races, merges with them, and shares with them the dreams in their tiny neurons.

It devours specific individuals, and its cells will faithfully simulate their thoughts, carefully recording every mental pain and joy.

But the more it evolves, the more it thinks, the more it plunders, the purer it becomes.

Countless different branches of thinking finally converged, becoming more dispersed, and reflecting the superiority and purity of its nature.

The game of survival will only allow the most savage beasts to win.

Only individuals like it will be able to reap the fruits of the final survival, while the rest of the races are on the path of self-destruction.

But it's not strong enough.

In the third galaxy on its journey, it devoured a strange creature with three pairs of segmented legs and two pairs of wings, thousands of small eyes merged into compound eyes, and a hard chitinous shell covering most of its body.

This became the most common cell matrix that later made up its body.

It continued to evolve, but still stopped in the large-scale conversion of mass and energy. It had wasted too many stars and too many delicacies that emitted light and heat, but every swallow still could not bring it an answer.

The efficient conversion of mass and energy and the biological utilization of pure energy are still more sublime existences. Even in the process of civilization, these are the fruits near the top of the pyramid.

But this time it saw it.

In a corner of the Virgo Supercluster, within the Local Group of galaxies, it discovered a strange galaxy that housed more than one extremely high-level civilization, the intensity of the war was extremely high, and there was even a twin world in a separate dimension.

After conquering the Andromeda Galaxy, it will extend its tentacles to this strange galaxy - the Milky Way.

The first sight had already made the beast feel a kind of neurotic joy. A huge violent energy state was quietly exiled outside the Milky Way. This made it more aware of something...

But with such a huge volume, any opinion will be as vague and insignificant as a dream.

Devour normally, plunder normally, spread your tentacles normally until you see Him.

A pure biological being half converted into an energy state.

An authority similar to it exists.

It wants to...swallow the key that unlocks its evolutionary lock.

Devouring, assimilation, decomposition, each one is its means.

So it looked at Him and neighed...neighed...

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Can’t kill them all.

Can’t kill them all.

Can’t kill them all? ! ! !

Endless flesh and blood is as vast as the void. Life and death are no different to these pieces of flesh that are wriggling and twitching, spewing plasma and venom from the cracks. Death is nothing more than the connection between nerves becoming gray, but as long as the great individual they form still exists, they will continue to exist.

Squirming, squeezing, feeling each other.

The darkness rolled with tyrannical force, rapidly corroding the flesh and blood that enveloped it. The darkness it formed became deeper and deeper, not reflecting the slightest light, and even looked like a void.

No longer a patch of color, but a trap, a dent, a hole leading to nothingness.

The sickle fell.

Pluto exists, and His senses sense that huge monster, that absurd existence that is twisting and wriggling. The individual named "Pluto" raises the sickle again and again, cracks open from under the sickle blade, tearing off flesh and will again and again.

But that distorted existence was so huge, so huge that it was beyond His perception. However, this existence was also dull - because of His hugeness, He was dull and sluggish to the point of being unimaginable.

The existence that made it up was torn off by the darkness and sank into the bottomless river, but no cry was heard. This creature was so dull that it was almost terrifying.

Hades felt its gaze.

With the most primitive desire and greed...

hunger……

Being full is not part of Tyranid's instinct.

This being is now trying with all its might to include Him within the mass that makes it up, forming a twisted stomach with absolute mass in the physical universe. It has succeeded, but digestion has become difficult.

It can shatter a Star God fragment, but it cannot turn it into a digestible form.

At the same time, the prey has not died yet, He is still alive and full of anger, and the hunter who is swallowed by the beast will eventually burst out of his belly.

Hades felt hungry, extremely hungry. His power came from devouring, and he had been fighting for too long. He was starving and had to try to do things that were far beyond his instincts.

The darkness struggling in the twisted flesh dripped saliva, and each drop of darkness seemed to tear open a crack in the space, seeping into the squirming bones and blood, swallowing them up.

Devouring absolute matter, low-density, inefficient, a drop in the bucket, but better than nothing.

Just like a hole was opened, the darkness stopped, and then like a waterfall overflowing from a mountain stream, the underworld water poured back, trying to submerge the bodies of the insect swarm as much as possible.

Eat and be eaten, now this relationship is so clear that Pluto couldn't help laughing.

Compared to his previous enemies, Tyranid is pure to the point of being almost transparent.

They are entangled and deadlocked like this. Time has no meaning here. This scene will not be broken until one side gives up and turns to escape - until the energy is exhausted to the point where it can no longer support swallowing, until the mass is depleted to the point where it can no longer support eating.

Finally, in the silence, in the flow of the Tyranids' gastric juices, in the subtle twitching of their muscle fibers, Hades heard the discordant noises.

From far to near, from small to large.

It spoke.

Noisy, noisy, as if it was looking for the right words, looking for words that Pluto was familiar with, but in fact it didn't need to do so, any words would be deciphered by Pluto after the second utterance.

Even so, this slow-witted fellow was still searching for the right pitch.

Finally, it found the tiny bit of wisdom from the Genestealer at the end of the nerve fiber.

The attack was still going on, but Pluto saw a disgusting scene. The existence in the higher dimension, which was made up of piled flesh points, was deforming. It stretched out some of its tentacles and clumsily formed a higher-dimensional projection that simulated a human or a star god.

Or perhaps its action failed, because what Pluto saw was a monster, a being that was neither human nor star god, neither human nor god, terrifying and absurd.

Next,

Pluto laughed in silence. He realized that Tyrone was not simulating humans to communicate with him. This stupid beast was imitating himself, like a mirror - humans and star gods were not taken into consideration by Tyrone, and it only cared about him.

Care about the flesh and evolution He brought.

He felt offended, and the next moment, dark thunder struck down, like a crack that tore apart the entire dimension. The blasphemous existence composed of bloated tentacles was destroyed, leaving no trace.

"……"

Hades felt that Tyrion seemed to have stagnated for a moment, like a stagnant ripple spreading out from the initially broken end of the tentacle, but in fact the insects were still moving, looking at him like scales blown by the wind.

'choose……'

It sighed and showed Hades what it said, and in fact the pronunciation contained more meaning.

Destiny, choice, and rebirth.

"Swallow..."

Assimilation, common progress, and immortality.

The bloated Tyranid looked at Him, emotionless, pure greed, and never stopping.

Tyranids does not consider the creatures it devours to be dead. On the contrary, it believes that every bit of them has joined a greater evolution and a greater expedition. It carries their flesh and blood and wisdom to survive and eliminates the bad roots in their civilization.

On its way forward, more than one race chose to join it directly, joining a future where they could survive longer.

Digestion was still difficult, and Tyran felt that his mass was rapidly being lost. Outside the entire solid flesh galaxy, he felt a stinging pain on both sides at the same time -

In addition to the silver robot, green fungi are also attacking it.

Farther away, the energy body that it was avoiding was also advancing rapidly, and the energy that was spreading out was already causing it pain - stable genetic transcoding had become more difficult.

It should leave, but it cannot give up the prey that seems to be within reach. This is the last piece of the evolutionary puzzle. Two different individuals with excellent compatibility will merge and evolve into a more brilliant creature.

After evolution, they will be completely unstoppable.

Bringing a real catastrophe to all races.

'continue……'

Survive, coexist, you are in me and I am in you.

Devouring is not death, nor is it the end of life, but the beginning of a new life, the beginning of reincarnation. All those who are devoured have never died, and their will will remain in the tentacles of Tyrannosaurus, sleeping in their flesh, blood and ganglia.

When necessary, they can be replicated by Terran and given a new life.

As for the more powerful individuals, Tyrannosaurus allows them to occupy most of it. After all, it only pursues survival and the continuation of the population. Thousands of years ago, it was not what it is today, and it was not composed of "bugs".

But tens of millions of years later, other races have already tacitly accepted that "Tyran" represents an endless sea of ​​insects.

It doesn't care about that.

As long as it continues, as long as the race prospers forever, it doesn't care what it looks like in the end.

This is exactly what the other races cannot understand, as they stubbornly use some extremely subtle characteristics to distinguish races.

Tyron didn't care.

Continuation is Tyranid, Tyranid is continuation, continuation, devouring, and reproduction.

This is Tyrannosaurus.

Therefore, towards individuals with similar ideas...it is more tolerant and more welcoming.

'Fusion.'

It made its own voice, telling the dark individual that the darkness that tore the entire world apart made it suffer and tremble, but also made it ecstatic, which proved that it could also become such an existence.

As long as it devours...

No, no, it had swallowed Him but was unable to digest Him, and the prey struggled in its flimsy stomach, causing it pain.

+Fusion? +

The harsh sound waves cut through its chitinous shell and dissipated again. It looked at Him, delighted to realize that it could negotiate.

'Swallow, fuse, and evolve together! ! ! '

+……+

Pluto was silent.

He never thought...

No, perhaps He had known this would happen. Only the pure Chaos Gods had an absolute desire to destroy Him. Apart from that, individuals from the physical galaxy had always hoped to obtain a piece of His body.

Those fragments of the Star Gods that were fighting each other, and the Tyranids who were eyeing Him covetously.

Perhaps the law of the physical universe is devourment—

A capture of energy, matter, and information.

The more you swallow, the more powerful you become. This is a kind of possession of the physical galaxy.

But why not...

+Then why don't you choose to let me devour you? Is it because you don't want to? Is it because you still want to continue to exist? +

+Or do you think... you're strong enough to kill me? +

Pluto smiled, and the next moment, the darkness that made up Him exploded like fireworks in the sky, and pierced into the squirming pile of flesh and blood like an armor-piercing bomb.

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Hades was sitting at the dining table, his chin in his hand, looking bored.

He felt bored and hungry. A long, long time ago, he had felt such a strong hunger, but since then, he seemed not to have felt so hungry for a long time.

He waited for his dinner, but did not smell the slightest aroma of food—no longer his favorite Chaos dessert, nor the struggling and screaming fragments of the Star God.

Hades waited for a long time, but still saw nothing. The lights were dim, and the walls and ceiling of the entire restaurant began to wriggle as if they had come alive. However, Hades, who was bored and even began to nod and doze off, did not seem to realize anything was wrong.

He was just very sleepy and hungry, and couldn't stand the hunger any more.

If this continues, he will be so hungry that he will have to chew stones.

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'? ! ! ! ! '

Quality is being lost at a rapid pace, with losses exceeding expectations and even exceeding the bottom line that can be tolerated - but the coveted pieces of meat are not being digested.

The center of the solid fleshy galaxy is melting at this moment, as if it were being disintegrated by strong acid, and black light exploded. If it were not for the obstruction of flesh and blood, this horrifying explosion would be observed tens of millions of light years away.

He simply chose to explode—

No, He chose to swallow. As long as the mass of what He swallowed was greater than that of the opponent, He could win the battle. Even if this would cause Him indigestion, it would definitely be a good deal.

What's more, He was already very hungry.

This change of thinking brought about a complete reversal. He should have done so, but human thinking, morality, and good and evil had constrained Him, although He had indeed included this kind of existence in the scope of the diet.

But this is the first time to devour the fragments of the Star God in this way.

The Star Gods' eating is more advanced. It's not just about swallowing mass and energy. You will gain some of their abilities or authority. For Chaos, their authority is completely digested by the Black Domain, and digested and broken down into smaller, purely unusable existences.

As for physical entities such as the Star God fragments, their authority will be cut and used until Pluto falls into a deep Star God state. After that, the authority that was hastily swallowed will be digested a second time and merged and resonated with Pluto's own authority.

And for Tyran... for Tyran... this physical world's creation, which is so huge that it can be piled up into a god by its size, does it have authority? If so, what does it look like?

Pluto doesn't know.

He doesn't care either.

Caring about the afterlife is a privilege that only the survivors have, but now it seems that He probably won't live to that age - He will be crushed by the Outsiders, or imprisoned by the Silent King.

He was just trying hard to swallow food that was not very delicious to Him.

Swallowing was very difficult at first, but after getting used to it, the speed and efficiency became astonishingly fast. Pluto felt that Tyrone was screaming in his mouth, as if he was terrified, because he had never seen anyone who could swallow more than himself.

After all, Tyrannosaurus eats by chewing its food carefully with its little insect mouths, while Pluto eats by simply tearing open a crack in space and swallowing it.

This is the efficiency of the Star God.

Faced with the storm of Pluto, Tyrone shrank for a moment, and the next moment - perhaps the time it spent thinking was long enough compared to the rest of its time, because it was facing the delicacy it had been longing for.

But something was wrong when the fish on the table jumped up, slapped it in the face, and started eating it.

Tyrannosaurus finally encountered an individual it had never encountered before - an entity that ate faster than it and was similar in size in some ways.

In one nanosecond, the huge swarm of insects thought deeply about the next battle and finally determined the best survival plan.

It realized that it was ultimately powerless to defeat Him. Even more terrifying was that the swarm realized that it had opened a new Pandora's box itself -

It completes the link for Him of devouring the physical world.

Pluto didn’t think so much. He just ate and drank because he was hungry.

He ate and ate. These were the nutrients necessary for becoming a god and the energy necessary for survival. Finally, he heard Terran's scream and he felt his body suddenly stagnate!

The Tyranids, which were enough to fill an entire galaxy, suddenly scattered and fled in all directions. The huge departure of mass even brought about a huge wave of gravity. Pluto suddenly stagnated because of the change in the gravity field.

Trillions of Tyranids screamed and fled into the distance, like a balloon filled with bullets that was punctured in an instant, causing countless round marbles to roll down, leaving the individual in the center of the space at a loss.

“Aa ...

The Tyranid current reversed in an instant, and the entire fleet of Trazyn was submerged in the overwhelming waves. The entire ship began to shake violently.

Countless ugly, ghost-like alien insects swooped over the portholes that covered the entire command room. The Endless subconsciously hugged Typhons tightly and screamed together.

Fortunately, the breath of Typhons' screams affected the Infinite Ones, which brought back some of Trazyn's courage and reason.

Out of the corner of his eye, Taraxin suddenly saw that the darkness in the center of the command board was now fluctuating in an extremely abnormal range, violently beating against the purple pixels.

Trazyn suddenly let go of Typhons and slammed his fist on the command table as if he was ready to die.

Bang!

"Full power forward!!!"

Trazyn shouted, commanding,

"Open the Anti-Psionic Field!!! Open the Star God Suppression Field!!! Follow me!!!!"

A dazzling energy ring suddenly lit up at the flat crescent-shaped stern of the ship, then disappeared in a flash. The next moment, the battleship rushed out!

Trazyn turned on the full-channel communication and turned the radio wave output power to the maximum. Then, the Endless One coughed and cleared his throat. He shouted passionately towards the front - the front that was blocked by the Endless Tyranids.

"Hades-Ah!!! Hades!!! Wake up!!!!"

At the same time, Taraxin used sound waves to emit high-frequency sounds that only the Star God could hear, which had the effect of calming the Star God down.

"Wake up—wake up—"

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“Wake up!”

The mechanical sound echoed harshly on the deck, and the noisy fart spirits screamed in fear, only to be kicked back into their fart holes by the rushing greenskins.

"Warmaster! Warmaster! Boss Bantou said the sound came from the other side of the Big Meatball Galaxy!"

The hurried messenger boy stopped silently at the door, its small, round eyes staring fanatically at the greatest greenskin boss in history.

At this moment, Big Front Tooth is standing with his head held high in the observatory. This is a room made of transparent materials in all directions, allowing the greenskins to observe the star field without blind spots.

But now, this house was no longer filled with mysterious starlight, but a dim red light flashing like that of a wild beast. Countless fleeing Tyranids crashed into their warships and hit the portholes in a hurry. In this room without any cover, these ferocious beasts seemed to pounce directly at them.

Another Tyranid with its bloody mouth slammed into them, and the whole room seemed to shake. When the messenger boy saw Tyranid's fierce and fierce eyes, he subconsciously shrank back.

But when it saw the big front tooth war commander, the war commander remained motionless, with full courage and determination.

"Thank you for the message, boy. I got it."

The robot's shouting voice still echoed in the room of the green-skinned giant ship. The voice of "Wake up! Hades!" was still in their ears. The messenger boy didn't know what it meant, and the green-skinned warmaster also ignored this strange voice.

"Go back."

Big Front Tooth waved his hand and heard the door closing gently, but he still didn't turn back.

Its eyes were still firm and bright, with a look of fearlessness in the face of death.

"Muggle boy...you should have seen the scene today."

It said softly,

"How many races do you think will still covet the God who abandoned us in the past?"

"But it doesn't matter... I'm here, Black Boss."

"Come and welcome us - welcome a race you have abandoned!"

My sight suddenly stretched outward, and this completely transparent room was like a small light bulb. In the stream of insect swarms that covered the sky, countless battle ships as big as moons were sailing steadily.

The room where the Great Fang War Marshal was standing was only as small and light as a small soap bubble on an island.

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"Wake up! Wake up!"

Mortarion frowned suddenly and turned back, staring at the broadcast on the Endurance. All broadcasts were receiving this frequency band. Even the private communication channel in the Primarch's helmet was filled with the Endless's screams like slaughtering pigs.

Only Trazyn was the pig that was slaughtered.

The Grim Reaper's breathing became rapid, and poison gas sprayed from behind the gas mask. Karas beside him also took a deep breath and glanced at the Primarch.

“Don’t be distracted.”

Karas frowned and said that now the entire fleet had to make a jump, and the Primarch, who was the core of the formation, must not make any mistakes.

【I know.】

Mortarion said sullenly, blinking his eyes in anguish, and the next moment! Thick white mist filled his surroundings, and Karas instantly felt the surging Warp current, and the entire fleet seemed to be immersed in a river.

【Ready to set sail. 】

Mortarion turned his head and spoke, not to Karas, but to the other Mortarion on the other side of the channel.

[I know.]

A simple voice came over, mixed with the Endless's pig-killing screams. The frown on Mortarion's brow deepened, but he didn't say anything more.

The next moment, a long rainbow appeared from the subspace.

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"Wake up! Hades?!"

Guilliman rolled his eyes with interest, and looked to his side with a smile, his deep blue eyes full of evil amusement.

[I think something's wrong with your general?]

Guilliman asked easily, but Guilliman, the Lord of Oxen and Horses, just wanted to sigh, but he finally held back.

[I think that's probably the case, but Trazyn is also a high-profile dead spirit, I hope they are okay.]

[They'll be fine.]

Guilliman spoke slowly, seeming to swallow the second half of the sentence.

[Then I won't bother you for now. It looks like we need to send troops there again? More than just two Mortarions.]

【There are more than two Mortarions.】

Guilliman nodded, seeming to agree with the suggestion of another Chaos version of himself, and he also frowned - feeling genuinely worried about what was happening on the battlefield that he didn't know.

[Guilliman] The smile on his face deepened. Without disturbing Guilliman any more, he stood up from the reception table and walked out of the reception hall without paying any attention to his other self seeing the guest off.

How far have we come?

Guilliman smiled, and as he walked out of the magnificent reception room, the shadows in the corridor cast a layer of shadow on his blue eyes.

When...when will this so-called savior of "bright destiny" completely lose control? Completely disappear?

Don't worry... Don't worry... [Guilliman]...

Anyway, you have already seen that scene in advance... just like what He showed you back then...

Hmm... I wonder if the Lord of Change is safe now.

Guilliman hoped that He was being tortured to death by the Emperor.