Warhammer Inquisitor

Captain Cole stood on the apron deck of the Frontier. He watched three Thunderhawks fly into the cabin from outside the blue gravity shield. The Thunderhawks, breathing vector flames, landed slowly. It was supported on the ground and stopped steadily under the action of the hydraulic structure.

Thunderhawk's hatch opened slowly, and finally leaned against the ground. Cole turned his head and glanced at Omega, who also tilted his head. The captain turned his head to look at the four giants who came down from the deck, especially One of the giants was also carrying a claw, the claw of a purebred gene-stealer.

"Lancelot, would you mind telling me what you're doing with that thing?" Cole said helplessly, but the Caliban knight took off his wing helmet with a bright smile on his face, "The trophy , as the spoils of victory in this glorious contest."

"Fart, didn't I take off all three arms of this bastard, you can have one more head than me?" Ragnar said displeased, obviously, he was very unhappy with the failure of this contest, and it was because of such nonsense The reason for the failure.

Lancelot still had a smile on his face, a very bright smile, and it was completely impossible to tell that he was from the Dark Angels, that strange and always stern-faced interstellar warrior group, maybe he was mixed with Vito. It's been a long time, and now it's assimilated?

As he spoke, Ragnar showed an embarrassed smile, and raised his unhooked chainsaw sword. The chain saw of the ax was broken, and now it was dangling below, "Omega, look, I seem to need a warranty."

"This is the third time I have repaired you for you in the past year. Ragnar, you need to adjust your tactics." Omega said, and then looked at Lancelot, "And you , your bolter is visibly damaged."

Lancelot also smiled, and took out his own bolter that was completely dented on one side, and the two guys who were still competing for supremacy just now hooked up shoulder to shoulder like brothers and sisters, A thunderous laugh broke out.

Cole sighed helplessly, watching the Stormtroopers get off from the other two Thunderhawks, many of them were injured, and the seriously injured were crossing the deck with the support of their teammates, heading to the airport hospital not far away , and obviously, there are some people missing from the Stormtroopers.

"The battle was fierce?" Cole asked, and the steady old wolf Olaf nodded slightly. He walked past his two suffering brothers and came to Cole and Omega. The tall giant bent down and squatted between them. so that they don't have to lift their necks too high.

"We encountered pure-bred gene stealers on the ground, dozens of them, and even a giant species, but fortunately we wiped it out."

"Ragnar stuffed a melta grenade in its mouth, but before it blew up, we lost a few stormtroopers, but in the end, we completely destroyed it, following the Inquisitor's orders."

Cole frowned slightly, then turned his head to look at Omega, "Is that factory in the registered name of Mechanicus?"

Olaf also looked at the great sage, who shook his head after a few milliseconds, and seemed to have completed the data screening, "No, according to the name of the factory produced by the professor of machinery on Victoria planet, no, we hit factory."

"In fact, in the process of going to the next nest, I encountered several factories that did not have the permission of Mechanicism. There is a serious problem of technological heresy on this planet."

"You mean, the government of this planet connives and covers a large number of illegal factories, even if it is clear that it will violate the regulations of Mechanicus?" "Yes."

Cole and Olaf looked at each other, and then the former sighed and hugged helplessly, "I think the situation on this planet is worse than we imagined."

"That's true, but now we can only trust that the judge has his own plan, and now, we need to finish our own work." Bell said and walked to their side. The jar of the crimson potion had just been evacuated, and it was still shining with pure luster.

Omega nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the airport gate, "Come on, we need to investigate."

A group of people followed, including the two fellow sufferers. They left the airport, leaving the blue Thunderhawk to the airport ground staff and servants for repair and maintenance.

They passed through the battleship complex, long corridors, and majestic halls, and finally came to the Omega exclusive research area that everyone is familiar with.

The shuttle machine is still here, the broken body is locked by mechanical arms one by one, but it seems that most of the objects on it have been scanned and removed, basically it is a scrap of copper and iron.

Cole and the three giants stood in front of the holographic projector, and only Bell followed Omega to an instrument, which was a complex instrument with several sockets and scanning tables.

Bell took out the potion and inserted the potion into the socket of the instrument. As the potion was inserted, Omega also started to work. His mechanical arm and several movable cables moved dazzlingly on the console, and the data terminal interface was connected. Entering the instrument, countless streams of data flashed before his eyes.

Bell was also on the side, and began to manually operate and analyze the ingredients of the medicine. The tall giant operated the instrument extremely skillfully. Countless streams of complex information and identification data passed before his eyes, and the fluorescent green data display was reflected on his face. , turning his face an eerie shade of green.

But soon, on the side of the holographic projector, data displays were projected one by one. Those data and maps were suspended in front of everyone. The arrangement was clear and the content was correct. Even Cole, a layman, could understand it.

He frowned, "This potion can change a person's mental state and create a spiritual interface in the brain?" The captain said in surprise, and Olaf was also surprised.

As a psychic priest, he knew the meaning very well, so he was even more shocked, "This means that everyone who consumes these dusts for a long time will actually have a weak connection with the will of the local Tyranid hive, which usually comes from Shouldn’t you need a gene transplant to do it?”

"No, this is only a weak connection. It can only allow the local gene-stealer patriarchs and leaders to project their brains, create hallucinations, drive them into madness, and finally brainwash them in a subtle way."

Bell said that he stood up and walked back to his brothers. He pointed to the data map on it, "These dusts can stimulate people's psychic reactions, and create a synapse in the nerve arc of the brain, then The synapse will have a deeper effect on the mind as the dose increases, similar to the effect of drugs."

"And as far as our detection is concerned, this kind of synapse can be controlled by any member of the Tyranid lineage. In simple terms, anyone who has a Tyrann infection can use these synapses to influence and command these fanatical believers."

"This is the reason why those believers were not afraid of death when we were down here. Their brain thinking ability has been partially blocked by the purebred gene stealers, and only the remaining thinking circuits that have been knocked down are still on."

"Wait, so you mean that the local gene stealers have completed the shaping of the relationship between the node creatures of the Tyranid Zerg and ordinary Tyranid creatures through this dust?" Cole exclaimed, and the result is already obvious .

Omega was still operating the instrument, but he turned his head slightly and nodded, "Yes, they are in line with the relationship between node creatures and the commanded. Although, they have not reached the level of Tyron, but I have reason to believe that this This kind of psychic perception will be strengthened after the believer is implanted into the Tyranid infected body and successfully transformed."

Bell nodded slightly, "Yes, to put it simply, the local gene stealers have found a method that does not require a large number of genetic infections, but can also establish a spiritual bond and mind control, which can perfectly avoid the law department. Genetic screening work, so the Tyranninfection was out of control."

The old wolf took a long breath and frowned distressedly, "If we can't judge the target through genetic identification, is there a way for us to screen them out?"

Bell shook his head, "It's very difficult, almost impossible, but if you don't continue to take this kind of dust for a long time, the synaptic points will gradually weaken, so now that we have destroyed the factory, at least they can't continue to expand the number of believers in this way , and unless the existing believers carry out large-scale gene implantation immediately, they will soon lose control."

"Ah, it's so complicated, it's not as simple as cutting them down." Ragnar complained, put the chain saw ax on the table, and pointed to the data maps, "If we can find out the patriarch and add the leader, Wouldn't it be better to do it together?"

"Ragnar, have you forgotten? If we kill the patriarch, new ones will be born in the purebred soon, which will not help at all." Bell said, pointing to those data maps, "Our best way at present is to interrupt the scarlet reconstruction and production, and if we can do it, the local gene-stealers will pay dearly."

"If my guess is correct, most of their believers are produced in this way, which means that if the scarlet element loses its effect, the gene stealers will be dealt a huge blow, at least they will not be able to survive before the arrival of the Hive Fleet. Start a riot."

Olaf nodded affirmatively, and he looked at Cole, "Do we need to notify the judge?" "No, there is no need to tell him these things for the time being, and besides, he probably guessed it himself."

Cole looked at the data and sighed, "The distress signal has been sent, and all we can do now is pray for the Emperor's blessing."

"Ah! When will we fight a war?" Ragnar complained, he strode forward, muttering as he walked, while the old wolf sighed a long time.

"Soon, buddy, soon you'll be fighting too much."

Ragnar looked at the date displayed on the holographic instrument, the data was constantly changing, and the rattling sound echoed in their minds.

That rattling sound has now become a countdown to death.