"Hurry, hurry—it will be too late if we are discovered!" Sitting in his own private shuttle, Li Meng, who had fastened his seat belt in a hurry, kept urging his driver to complete the shuttle engine preheating procedure as soon as possible. At the same time, he kept "boosting morale" in another channel, so that the guys in the space station could buy as much time as possible for him - but after a few minutes, Li Meng felt something was wrong. "Why hasn't it started yet?" “Ku ... The answer he got was the sound of his own driver's teeth chattering. “Coward! You &%&*%! Start the engine quickly! Otherwise we will all die—ahhhh——————” Suddenly, a strange, cold, yet inexplicably hot feeling flooded into his mind. The empty illusion made Li Meng scream and almost tear his throat. However, a second before his will collapsed, the master of the space station injected himself with a stimulant and forced his mind back to reality. When he finally managed to regain control of his body, his driver had already died silently in the driver's seat with blood flowing from his mouth and nose. 6 9 4 9 3 6 1 3 5 "It's over..." Knowing that he had absolutely no chance of escaping, Li Meng got off the shuttle woodenly, walked back to his room like a sleepwalker, and turned on the projection screen - he saw that at least seven holes had appeared on the outer shell of the space station, and some edge areas had lost the signal - there was no doubt that the Tyranid swarm's invasion of the space station had begun, and his life had entered the countdown. "Hehe...I'm going to die..."
6. Tyrannosaurus - Fear What is fear? John thought that this word was very far away from him. As a member of the ecosystem of the space station since he was born fifty years ago, he has been in this old, dirty, oily and decayed space, where it is difficult to see normal starlight all year round, he lacks food and drink, and he even has to fight with unknown creatures in the dark. John thought he had seen enough horror and torture - his left hand with two fingers missing, his half-broken foot, his half-burned face and his right hand that was no longer very flexible were all evidence of his suffering. In fact, half a year ago, John suffered an attack that almost cost him his life - when he was walking on the sidewalk to his job, a dilapidated pipe exploded without warning, and the toxic steam that spewed out almost put John in a dead end. If he hadn't been lucky enough to fall into a pit connected to the bottom, John felt that he would have been dead at that time. But now... John knew that fear had never left him, and all the pain and torture he had experienced was not worth mentioning compared to what he was experiencing now! "Giggle--" John, who was curled up as close as possible near a burning pipe, holding a laser gun, tried his best to reduce his breathing rate, and tried every means to make himself silent, endured the high temperature that had begun to burn his skin and lungs, tensed his nerves, and tried his best to distinguish the information he wanted to hear from a pile of noises with his highest perception in his life, and tried hard to imagine the scene outside in his mind. Half an hour ago, he saw his captain and his two followers who were wearing the best equipment being torn into pieces and their bones crushed by the strange creatures that attacked. John, who was scared to death, turned around and ran away without hesitation amid the screams of his teammates, and found this place that could probably keep him alive according to his previous experience of being chased by the creatures in the space station. He succeeded, but he also heard that those terrible creatures were cruising in the nearby corridors, looking for prey like himself. John knew that if there was no miracle, it was inevitable that he would be eaten. "Please be kind, please be kind, no matter who it is, as long as he can guarantee my survival, I will always listen to him..." As the voices got closer, John became more and more confused and began to pray randomly. For a moment, he felt that some existence responded to his voice, and he seemed to see someone reaching out to him. But... "...?" Before John could stretch out his hand and put it into the hand of the extremely great existence that he felt was reaching out to him, a strange feeling of emptiness surged into his heart. He felt that his soul was thrown into a silence surrounded by golden light, and he saw himself as if falling into a bloody mouth. "Ahhhhh!!!" In such a clear state of nothingness, John couldn't help but scream, followed by an even more shrill but abrupt scream - a warrior worm rushed to his side, raised a knife and chopped him into several pieces, then another warrior worm rushed in and fired a venom cannon at John's body, who might still be conscious. The Tyranid venom, which has special effects on living organisms, completely destroyed every cell in John's body in an instant, turning this man named John into a pool of inorganic matter. "Phew, that was a close call. We almost got into trouble with Nurgle." After ordering these warrior bugs to use the shadow shielding of the subspace by the swarm of Tyranids to crush John, who had a bad subspace signal outbreak, Abathur, who had been monitoring the direction of the battle with several command platforms, couldn't help but wipe his forehead. "Fortunately, your Tyranids have their own Warp Shadows, so it's twice as difficult to get hold of something from the Warp - by the way, would the Warp Shadows formed by the Tyranid Swarm we have appear to be shiny from the Warp's perspective? After all, although they are Tyranids, their essence is the power of the Emperor, right?" Silence, who was still searching for the situation in the surrounding universe, held his chin and began to think about strange questions. "Maybe? I'll confirm it later when I get a chance - hey! These guys have sentinel mechas?" "The Sentinel isn't a big deal. I think you'd be surprised if they pulled out a Leman Russ or something like that. Hey, hey, hey, you just dismantled it like that?" "...Indeed, I should have kept this thing as a trophy - never mind! I'll keep it if I find it later! Swarm! Sweep forward!!"
——————————————The dividing line of the space station———————————————————— "All AD areas are out of contact!!! We need... ah——" "No----" “You weirdos—Ahh!!” "Zizzi-" Li Meng sat woodenly in his chair, holding a gun in his hand, watching the area representing his space station slowly turn red, listening to the chaotic sounds coming from the communication lines that had not yet been destroyed, and feeling the increasingly obvious emptiness 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 battle line to the uppermost area where he was, and by then, he would definitely die a painful death! "I...I haven't lived enough. I still have a lot to enjoy. Those promises - yes! Those promises! They will definitely come to save me! Never mind! I'll have a drink first!!" With his mind in a mess, Li Meng stood up, opened his wine cabinet, took out the wine and poured it into his mouth. However, he didn't know whether it was because he was too excited or for some other reason, but the taste of these fine wines in his collection was either as bland as water or extremely bad. The worst thing was that his hand was even cut by his action. Within three minutes, Li Meng angrily threw all these things on the ground, ready to vent his inner emotions with a round of cursing. "I...I...hmm?" Suddenly, Li Meng smelled a fragrance, a fragrance that attracted him. It made him swallow the words he hadn't uttered yet, and concentrate on finding the source of the fragrance. In less than half a minute, Li Meng got the answer, an answer that surprised him a little. "Is it...the smell of blood?" Li Meng raised his hand, sniffed the scent of his own blood, felt its fragrance uncertainly, then stretched out his tongue and licked it gently. The next second after his tongue touched his own blood, a strange feeling of pleasure overwhelmed the fear he had felt before and rushed straight to his forehead. Li Meng had never felt this feeling before, but this feeling made Li Meng feel very, very comfortable! "Hee...I like it..." 7. Tyrannosaurus - Upper Level Pollution The sound of acid spurting. 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 corroded, explosions, and various mechanical noises that had long lingered in the space station, a symphony called "disaster" was played - the Tyranid swarms continued to pour into one pipeline after another, ruthlessly killing batches of rebels they encountered. The morale of the space station guards, who originally thought it was an ordinary war, collapsed one by one as the battle line was pushed forward, and then evolved into a large rout - and their rout further accelerated the advancement of the Tyranid swarms, causing the morale of the follow-up troops to collapse further. "Get on the road—hey, hey, hey—don't rush down!" "Fuck! Don't go over there in a crooked way! That's not the right way!" "There's a leaking plasma pipe ahead! Stop moving - fuck, we're dead." Although the attack of the Tyranid swarm in the space station was like a raging storm, with blood and flesh flying everywhere it went, and although the main roads of the space station had already fallen one after another, fear and despair had already spread in the space station with the electrical signals, radio waves and the subspace shadow of the swarm, but Abathur, who was desperately trying to control the direction of these Tyranid pawns, did not have such a good combat experience - under the influence of the Tyranid swarm's poor command coefficient, Abathur clearly felt the big enemy of the real-time strategy game called "PING", and also successfully experienced the independent style of the Tyranid swarm pawns - simple and rough, rushing to where there is more biomass! However, despite all these problems, anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is only a matter of time before Abathur's Zerg forces take control of the space station - and And this time will not be longer than a wrinkle - in fact, from the details of some pictures sent back, it can be seen that the rebels in the space station have begun to kill each other, which means that the advancement speed of Abathur's Zerg troops will only become smoother and smoother. that is...... "Will there really be no problems if they are so crazy? Isn't this galaxy shrouded by the power of a certain plan?"
Liang Feifan was a little worried as he arranged his Imperial Fists chess pieces to assist the local imperial forces in building defenses, and at the same time arranged his Ark Eldar chess pieces to wander around the planet Sosekhi looking for places to place the webways. "...It is highly likely that something will happen. Didn't we almost have a problem with Nurgle before? There is still a part of the space station that is not within the sensing range of the Tyranids. It is hard to say whether there is a problem inside." Regarding Liang Feifan's guess, the political commissar sister, who was sending her Iron Hand Regiment to help the oil man of Egg to repair things and at the same time sending her 51st Regiment to assemble, expressed pessimism - because they were going to use the projection mode to command the war on the spot and not just be limited to playing RTS on the Queen of Glory, the political commissar sister had already listed a series of obstacles they might encounter this time. "Then... my ribs won't be in such a hurry to float away?" The silent proposal that is letting the chops drive vehicles across the galaxy. "I think in theory, Abathur's problem isn't that big. He still has some reserve troops on hand. By the time we get to the upper area, the resurrection CDs of some of the pieces should be in place. Besides, this galaxy is strictly speaking just this size. If there's a problem, we can just go back for help." "Indeed, I'll continue to stroll around then - by the way, Lich! How are you feeling now! Is life in Krieg going well?" "It's okay...right?" In his room, the lich used a special device to connect himself with one of his Marshal Krieg chess pieces. While switching the chess piece to self-discipline mode, he talked to Silence. As Marshal Krieg, who led a regiment of well-equipped death cavalry, Krieg made the lich their commander-in-chief after a simple identity check. Therefore, the lich is now leading Krieg's troops to build fortifications with the Imperial Fist chess piece, using the foundation of the mining planet's mine tunnel! "The situation on the Wolf Group side is also OK. The Chosen Ones are quite respected. Although, before, they were also puzzled as to why the Raven Guard had such a lesser-known champion-level veteran, but after being beaten up by the Chosen Ones several times, they were convinced." Following the voice of the lich, it was the voice of Gu. This hammer guy, who also used the advent mode to work with the Astartes of the U Group on Sosekhi, had recently become a frequent visitor of the Wolf Group. A certain Gray Hunter always tried to get more wool from the hammer guys through him. For this, Gu had enjoyed the enthusiastic banquet culture of the Wolf Group at least twice... "Ah? How did the Chosen Ones suppress the Wolf Group? Although the chess piece's projection is essentially an E-magic, we have a carrot's combat experience, right?" The political commissar looked stunned. "He activated the bullet time buff and directly completed the duel. It was a one-sided RPG without martial ethics. Let's talk about it later. The wolf group brother is here again. Let's talk about it later." "Well, let's talk later--Fuck? What's going on with that part of your map, Abathur?" "Isn't it obvious? Slaanesh reaction! Shit, they're not going to use the poison from my bugs to inhale it, are they?" Looking at the signals fed back from the top of the space station by some Zerg vanguards, Abathur's expression stiffened slightly - anyone who knows about Slaanesh's hobbies knows that these things are the most difficult to deal with among the Four Gods, because they will 'enjoy' anything that makes them 'happy', and unfortunately, some Slaanesh bosses like to enjoy things like the toxins or stimulants of the Tyranids! "Don't worry, the poison sprayed by your bugs is fundamentally a special reflection of the Emperor's power. If these Slaanesh creatures inhale it, I think they will be burned to ashes immediately - both physically and spiritually." "That seems to be true - the Tyranid swarm! Change direction collectively! All the reserves move forward! Start the assault!!!" 8. Tyrannosaurus - Engagement There were waves of intoxicating strange aromas, a cauldron filled with human limbs and arms, a pile of containers filled with blood, a group of humans hugging each other in groups of six, making all kinds of disgusting and blasphemous movements, and a group of people sitting on the stage eating a lot of...things. “Hahahahahahaha – drink – drink – eat – eat – dance – enjoy!!” Li Meng, who had been extremely mutated by the influx of subspace power and whose appearance could only be vaguely discerned from the part roughly where his face was, was a bloated being that could no longer be called a human. He sat on a chair made of a pile of "readily available" materials including human bones, holding high in his hand a wine glass filled with human blood mixed with wine, and while greeting the people below who were probably his subordinates, he used his newly grown tentacles to continuously roll up the contents of the cauldron and stuff them into his mouth. Half a day ago, Li Meng was still upset about the way he would die, but now, Li Meng felt how stupid and ignorant his previous worries were. Life is short, take pleasure in the moment! "Ha--you guys, play Get up?" After a big meal, Li Meng, who still felt unsatisfied, stood up from his chair, stretched out a tentacle, and suddenly smashed the brain of a thin man who almost buried half of his head in his bowl. Then, he used the tentacle to pull up the man whose body was still twitching, poured the blood into another container, and threw him into the big pot to rinse and tear him apart. In an instant, the soup splashed everywhere, and the strange smell became more and more pungent. “Ooooh—delicious!”
As Li Meng continued to perform blasphemous and depraved actions, the Slaanesh emblem smeared with human blood on the wall of his room seemed to sense something and began to flash an intoxicating purple light. Stimulated by this light, the people who were dancing wildly in the room made strange roars even more excitedly - they seemed to see that the thing they wanted most was waving at them, they saw the moment when their desire had come true. “Ah——————HAHAHAHAHA!!” Accompanied by bursts of laughter that were not at all human, these people who had been completely contaminated by the power of Slaanesh picked up daggers and sticks and began to stab and beat their companions indiscriminately - in just a moment, the sounds of spurting blood and breaking bones filled the entire room, and in the sound of this 'death' music, the purple light became more and more intoxicating. finally....... "Tear!!!" This was the sound of several people's flesh suddenly cracking, bones bursting, and muscles falling apart. "Hahahaha--" This is a laugh that comes from the endless void and makes people feel happy. “Sizzle, sizzle—” This is the sound that occurs when the veil between reality and the Warp begins to thin, and the forces of the Warp collide with reality. "Tap-tap-tap-" This is the sound of the demons of Slaanesh gracefully stepping into the real world. "what------" Li Meng, whose head had completely retracted into his body, bounced up from his seat like a real ball the moment he sensed the Slaanesh demons stepping into reality, chanting a "song" that was enough to make the weak-minded collapse, and rolled to the feet of a Slaanesh beast, stretching out his tentacles like a puppy to ask for a reward. After "thinking" for a second, the Slaanesh beast decisively dropped a drop of its venom into the cauldron, and then motioned Li Meng to drink it. “Gurgle gurgle——————” Li Meng, who was just one step away from complete mutation, was lured by the lavender soup in the pot that had completely dissolved into a seemingly pure purple soup due to the venom of the Slaanesh beast. He rolled up the pot without hesitation and swallowed all the contents into his stomach. “Ahahahahaha——!” The moment the last drop of soup entered Li Meng's stomach, the Slaanesh demons laughed collectively, and in the midst of this laughter, the Slaanesh fog lingering in Li Meng's mind dissipated like a mirage, and his sanity as a 'human' returned to his mind again. For a blink of an eye, he felt confused about the environment around him, and puzzled by these strange creatures standing in his room. Then, he saw his own appearance - a 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 'appearance'! “Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” The soul fluctuated, and Li Meng, who knew his current situation, screamed involuntarily, but his screams were soon replaced by even more miserable screams. The power of Slaanesh surged in his body again, but this time, Slaanesh gave him not pleasure, but pain. The pain borne by the souls of all those who were killed and eaten in this room erupted in his body one by one, causing Li Meng's mind to slowly slide to the edge of collapse. "No.....save..." In the end, Li Meng desperately opened his strange giant mouth and cried for something to save him. However, all he got in response was the cold laughter of the Slaanesh demons and the sound of his room door being corroded by acid. The vanguard of the Tyranid swarm rushed to his room, carrying the shadow of the warp, covering the area of the space station that was being dragged into the illusory paradise by the power of Slaanesh. The expansion of the warp portal was suppressed, and the Slaanesh demons collectively felt panic and discomfort. "Brothers and sisters, what are these bugs?" Looking at the Terran Zerg roaring at its group of demons, a Slaanesh Vanguard spoke in confusion - as a Slaanesh demon that has never had any dealings with the real world since its birth, it feels fresh about everything in front of it. "Ha! I know these things. They contain pleasures that even Lucius can't resist!" Another "older" Slaanesh vanguard was rubbing his hands in preparation, and the other Slaanesh demons' morale was boosted when they heard that this famous figure, who was well-known even among Slaanesh demons, was obsessed with the pleasure of what was before their eyes. "Come on! Brothers and sisters! Let us experience...endless joy!" 9. Tyrannosaurus - Devour
The Hive World, Udal. This was once the population center of the Morton Hess system, and it once bore a large amount of The simple preliminary processing tasks of the Balaton Forge World and the Marko Agricultural World in the galaxy, where the population once traveled to Sossiki and the asteroid belt in the billions, provided the Balaton World, which was always thirsty for metal materials, with shiploads of ore that was enough to flood the Grand Canyon. There was even a Star Legion with good combat effectiveness that had been recruiting personnel from this hive world to supplement its forces, because the civilians of this hive city were particularly skilled in digging tunnels and close combat, which were skills needed on the battlefield, and were a very high-quality source of soldiers. But now... A huge "banner" made of the skins of who knows how many people was hung on the highest level of the hive, fluttering in the wind, spreading a strange incense that could even suppress the pungent smell of the hive air that had lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years to all directions it could touch. The double-headed eagle emblem of the Imperial Church of the State had been smashed to pieces, replaced by a Slaanesh mark made by a living person with a twisted body and alienated flesh. The heroic statues on both sides of the road were all desecrated. There were six of them, and their flesh was "woven" into the shape of musical instruments, and the victims who kept spitting out the Slaanesh magic sound that poured into their throats were hung on them. Even the road itself was paved with a layer of fine, addictive "carpet" made of human flesh and blood - two Chaos Space Marines wearing gold and silver, silk hanging from their waists, human skin wrapped around their shoulders, and carrying the doomsday whistle on their backs walked on it, chatting with voices that mortals could not bear. "Has it already been conceived?" "Yes, the wizard said that there is a space station whose seeds have borne fruit. The reality veil there has become thin. Ah... I guess there must be endless bliss there—"