"We're almost there--" The apprentice of the chief wizard of the Angels of Bliss who had followed the ship because of the order of the leader of the Angels of Bliss - in fact, the real commander of the Chaos Astartes on board the ship, saw that the Astartes lying on the ground began to breathe the air of the material world again because of his spells, so he walked out of the bridge without saying anything, leaning on his staff - about a second after he left, the first Chaos Astartes special captain who regained his sanity finally remembered that he had a mission to accomplish this time. "Hee... Then let's drink some fresh blood later?" Although he still regretted not being able to fully enjoy the pleasure just now, thinking that he would probably enjoy more happiness after the battle, the Chaos Astartes captain continued to enjoy himself. This Chaos Astartes, who had fought in the galaxy for more than a hundred years, reached out and touched the two empty tubes on his back. Regretfully, he injected the synthetic potion he used in battle into them, then walked out of the bridge slowly with dragging steps, ready to find a technician to repair the broken tubes - indeed, he was confident that he could use only the synthetic potion in the two tubes to repair the broken tubes. Fighting with potions, but there are three of them, why not use three? but...... "Something is there." After walking out of the bridge, going down a main road and around a branch road, an inexplicable feeling made the Chaos Astartes captain stop in front of the next entrance, and his hand clenched his chainsaw sword covered with blasphemous runes - at the same time, he slowly injected the second tube of medicine behind him, which further enhanced the "performance" of his senses that had been enhanced far beyond that of ordinary Astartes due to mutation - as the sounds, smells, and faint lights in the road ahead were accurately captured by the Chaos Astartes captain, the source of the sense of disharmony also emerged in his "mind". "Ah...soulless machines...but I remember they had some interesting gadgets..." Due to the influence of the potion injected into his body, the Chaos Astartes captain did not use tactical thinking to think about the question "Why are there Necrons on the ship" at the first time. When the Flayers had already seized the initiative and attacked him without hesitation, under the stimulation of the battle, this Astartes who had fallen into the path of Slaanesh realized what he should do "behind the scenes".
"ALERT! NECRON INVASION!!!" The circulating potion, the secretions of the organs in the body, and the sharp feeling of the claws waving in the air, these three scattered stimuli, in less than a millisecond, formed a signal of pleasure in the Chaos Astartes' mind, driving him to swing the chainsaw sword in his hand quickly, accurately and gracefully catching the claw of the first skinner who attacked, then, using the impact force, retracting the sword and sending it out with just the right movement, directly piercing the chest of the second skinner. “Ah—ah—you guys won’t scream, this is really too bad—” With force on his fingers and a slight tremor on the blade, the Chaos Astartes captain easily destroyed the Flayer that had been pierced through his chest, and even pretended to make a "dubbing" when it was scattered all over the ground. Just when he was about to take apart another Flayer to add to the fun, he heard the wizard's scolding in his headphones, which diverted his attention - "Damn it—everyone—convince! Get close to the main control room—there are Tyranids on the ship! I need backup—*&…*&…!" "Hmm? Tyranids on board?" Although for a second, the Slaanesh Astartes who was happily "playing" with the Flayers wanted to howl wildly in the communicator and ask his comrades to save the Tyranids' hormone organs for his enjoyment, but the memory of the battles in the galaxy for a hundred years made him realize the unusualness of the matter - according to common sense, whether it is the Tyranids or the Necrons, the galaxies where they are active cannot be without traces, but why are both of them appearing on this ship at the same time - and, they appear when they are approaching the space area where there are suspected "Imperial Space Force activities"? "——Sorry, I have to find better 'fun'." Driven by the doubts in his heart, the sword in the hands of this Chaos Astartes suddenly became sharper, and he dealt with the other two skinners in a few strokes. Then, while he put away his sword, he activated the mechanism to completely inject the first bottle of medicine into his body. "call------!!" As the drug entered his body, the Chaos Astartes captain successfully locked his mental state back to the peak state he had just experienced in his battle with the Flayers. After carefully savoring this feeling, he turned around without hesitation and ran back the way he came. Soon, the corridor returned to silence - except for the faint flash of green on the ground, but upon closer inspection, it was revealed that there was a trace of golden skinner remains hidden inside, and there was no other "traces". 23. Chaos Wizard's Confusion There's something wrong with these Tyranids. Hamachi, the second-in-command among the wizards of the Bliss Angels Gang and the apprentice of the chief wizard, thought so. As a Slaanesh follower who, like his master, pursues pleasure that is not what the ordinary material world can provide, he is proficient in 666 techniques that can create the highest level of pain and pleasure for mortals, and has trial-produced six special psychic techniques that can allow even Astartes-level targets to feel the embrace of Slaanesh. He has also carefully studied the body structures of several aliens and found six valuable secretions. In some senses, Hamachi does not behave like a servant of the Lord of Pleasure, but more like a seeker of knowledge kneeling at the knees of the Lord of Change. The Tyranid swarm has always been the focus of Hamachi's research because of the wide variety of hormones it secretes and its overbearing effects. Therefore, after he used his bolt gun to fight a round of "dealing" with these Tyranid vanguards who had somehow attached themselves to the ship and sneaked in without anyone noticing, the Chaos wizard keenly realized that the Tyranid swarm they were facing now was a little out of their understanding of Tyranids... "Ha... Wizard, why should we retreat? We have just suppressed their vanguard. With a little effort, we can dig out their glands from their bodies, and then..." Just as Hamachi was thinking about what this "Tyran" might be, a malicious and distorted voice sounded in his ears - this voice came from one of the six most trusted warriors of the warband leader, and he was also The guy in the warband who was most obsessed with various alien catalysts - just now, he expressed dissatisfaction with Hamachi's order to retreat. Now, after confirming that Hamachi had no intention of "taking them forward", this Chaos Space Marine, who had already begun to imagine the effects of the Tyranid glands, started rubbing his legs.
"Shut up and wait for Xigla and the others to come back - don't forget that we still have Necrons on board, and those guys may be the real trouble." Hamachi, who had no intention of giving face to his comrades, quickly pressed a button to block the road in front of him under the disappointed eyes of his warband 'brothers', and at the same time made another contact with the warband members in other locations - to his relief, so far, all the Chaos Astartes on the ship were alive, and, presumably, they listened to him? "Um... you're always so arbitrary, Hamachi - what makes you think that the Tyranids aren't the biggest threat we're facing right now?" Still dissatisfied with Hamage's decision, the Chaos Astartes felt the enthusiasm of battle draining away from his heart, so he gritted his teeth and injected the potion in his potion jar to maintain his condition, and his tone involuntarily took on the unique "feminine" of Slaanesh believers. "Because the auspex didn't detect any signs of a large number of Tyranids nearby. These Tyranids that ran to our ship are most likely the 'remnants' from long, long ago, and they won't be able to become a force to be reckoned with. But the Necrons are different. It's possible that there are 'tombs' of them here." Knowing that if he didn't explain the whole story, these guys behind him might go off on their own without any reason, Hamachi had to explain it to them "patiently". At this time, the Chaos Astartes captain named Shigla had retreated to a nearby place. "Ahaha--Hamachi! I hope you're ready for me--what are you doing? Why are you hiding here with your men?" Higla jumped down from a passage and was about to reach out to take something he had expected from Hamachi, but he was shocked by the scene in front of him. Why did he run to Hamachi? Wasn't it just to get some new Tyranid stuff to have fun? But looking at Hamachi's posture, let alone Tyranid stuff, he might even be deprived of the joy of fighting! "Shut up! I'm...confirming something!!" Although the Tyranid swarm had been temporarily isolated at the end of the corridor, the warp shadow that had begun to appear made Hamachi feel uncomfortable, a feeling that made him tremble, a feeling that made him afraid, and this fear made him involuntarily excited, because he knew that he had never experienced such a wonderful fear. However, Hamachi knew that there was something wrong with this feeling. According to what he knew, the suppression effect of the subspace shadow of the Tyranid swarm on psychics like him should be a strange emptiness. However, why did the subspace shadow of the Tyranid swarm bring such a strange fear? Combined with the experience he had just had in the brief fight with them, Hamachi could not help but have further doubts - Are these Tyranid swarms really the Tyranids we know? "what----!" "Um------!" “Quack!” Just as Hamachi was holding this question and forcibly concentrating his psychic energy that was suppressed by the increasingly dense shadow of the Terran Warp, trying to find some clues in the surge of the Warp, several ups and downs of screams filled with some strange breath of pain suddenly sounded in the headphones, abruptly interrupting his thoughts. "Aposs's team looks doomed - Hamachi, are you still going to waste time?" Higla waved his weapon nervously a few times, describing the fact that some of his "comrades" were probably dead in a light tone. Knowing that the nominal captain had entered into some kind of terrible excitement, Hamachi had to give up thinking about the problems of these Tyranid invaders, and clenched his staff, with psychic fire jumping in his eyes. The next second, the power of blasphemy began to spread around him. ——————————————The dividing line between the Hammer guys———————————————————— "It seems that we have slightly underestimated these Slaanesh Chaos Astartes. They are more powerful than I thought." Above the Queen of Glory, Jing Jing looked at the grayed-out Flayer chess pieces on the table next to him, his tone a little embarrassed - the battle had only been going on for less than half an hour, and he had already lost almost a dozen of the Flayers he sent in in the first round, and the result in return was the lives of three Chaos Astartes. "After all, he is from the Slaanesh family, so he must be quite good at swordsmanship. By the way, the Tyranids on my side actually basically followed my arrangements, which is incredible." Abathur, who was controlling his Tyranid swarm to continuously land, slowly fill in, and deploy warp shadows to continuously suppress the battleships, ordered new units to enter the battlefield at the selected locations. At the same time, he expressed surprise at the performance of his Tyranid chess pieces in this wave of battles - based on his previous experience of commanding Tyranid swarms, he had prepared for these Tyranid things to run around talking to themselves and then inexplicably reduce the number of people by about a quarter. As a result - they were actually more obedient this time? "Your Tyrannosaurus's low command In addition to the high ping, the main incentive for going alone is the desire for biomass? Does this mean that the flesh and blood of these Slaanesh things polluted by the warp can no longer be considered "biomass"? " He continued to command the remaining Skinners of the first round to wreak havoc inside the ship, while Silent Guess was already preparing for the second round of Skinners to be deployed. "good."
Abathur, who thought that what Silence said made sense, nodded in approval. Then, he stretched out his finger and gently made a 'push' motion on the command map. "Tyranid swarm, begin the assault." 24. There is Tyron in front and Ribs in the back Roar, roar. Acid splashed and plasma jumped. Clouds of parasites and poisonous spores spread, and the ship's structure began to strain under their erosion. Under Abathur's command, the security gate at the end of the road was quickly and violently torn open by the full-strength Tyranids swarm. A large number of basic Tyranids, such as Tearworms, Knifeworms, and Gunworms, swarmed into this slightly narrow passage. The next moment, accompanied by a series of terrible explosions, most of the Tyranids who served as the vanguard were killed by the melta grenades placed as traps on the walls of the corridor. ".......Knife worms, tearing worms, slow down the speed of the attack. Poison smoke worms, spray smoke into the passage. Gun worms, warrior worms, open fire directly, aiming at the passages on both sides. Also, brain worms, start preparing psychic energy..." Seeing a bunch of stuff appearing in the plate next to him representing the 'temporarily unusable chess pieces', Abathur realized that he had suffered a small setback and his mouth twitched. He quickly gave orders - his orders were very timely. Although due to the problem of command speed, some Tyranids were unable to brake and continued to be blown all over the sky, but the troops behind them managed to stabilize their position. "Next... follow - let me see - follow this formation and advance slowly - after engaging the enemy, the brain worms will immediately release their psychic energy!" After making sure that all the trap threats in this passage had been eliminated, Abathur heaved a sigh of relief and immediately continued to arrange tactics, allowing his Tyranid swarm to form a loose, visually-sounding array as much as possible and continue to advance in the battleship. About five minutes later, Abathur's Tyranids came into contact with the Joyful Angels of Bliss warband Astartes who were waiting in a hall and eager for a fight. "Why does this Tyranid formation have the flavor of a Corpse King mortal army?" Hamachi carefully placed himself in a safe place where he could use blasphemous runes to offset most of the strange feelings. While continuing to guide the evil power of the warp, he observed the Tyranids that had blasted the gate of the passage into pieces and swarmed out. In his rapid thinking stimulated by the power of Slaanesh, the Chaos Wizard discovered in the blink of an eye that these Tyranids were not rushing out in disorder. “Ahahaha – let’s start!!” However, before Hamachi could inform his fellow warbands of this information, a Noise Warrior who could no longer bear it picked up his weapon and blasted one deadly sound wave after another at Abathur's Tyranids swarm. In an instant, the Tyranids in the front were blasted into a bloody mess with broken bones. "Brothers—it's time to enjoy the battle!" As the Noise Marines played the first 'song' with their weapons and the flesh and blood of the Tyranids, it was as if a button was pressed, and the Space Marines of the other Angels of Bliss warbands could not wait to pick up their best weapons, rushed into the battlefield with laughter and shouting, and selectively forgot the fact that there were Necrons active on their ships - although, the Tyranid swarms would not scream or be afraid, but fighting them at least felt like cutting into flesh and blood, and the Tyranids often had organs that were very valuable to them. Such enemies were enough to excite these Chaos Astartes who had devoted themselves to the Way of Slaanesh for a while! that is.... The next moment when the Chaos Space Marines officially collided with the Tyranids, the brain worms that had catalyzed their psychic power to the critical point shook their bodies and suddenly released their node psychic energy, which was actually the power of the Emperor's psychic energy "derivatives" along the will network formed by the swarm, to the battlefield at the forefront. With the sudden outbreak of a cold will, the Bliss Angels Astartes who had just begun to indulge in the battle collectively felt an unspeakable tremor, a twisted feeling as if they were being stared at by something... A slight negligence brought about the disaster called death, and the moment the Astartes of the Archangels were seized by this feeling, the warrior worms and gun worms with long-range attack capabilities "pulled" the trigger at the same time, and used Tyranid's unique ammunition to smother the faces of the Chaos Astartes who had not quickly recovered from the psychic shock created by the brain worms. Under the collective "serving" of various effects such as plasma, gnawing, and corrosion, the Astartes who were hit all let out miserable howls that were completely unlike Slaanesh. “Gah——————!!” “No—no—get—away!” The screams came and went quickly. In less than half a minute, the victims were silent. However, the screams of these guys catalyzed the fighting frenzy of the living angels of bliss. After getting rid of the discomfort just now, they heard the wails of tortured intelligent creatures. They became more and more excited, and their movements became more and more exquisite, especially Shigla. The sword in his hand had danced like a flower, and wherever he passed, no matter whether it was the knife bug or the gun bug, they were no match for him. "retreat." Just as Higla's sword was gradually penetrating deeper into the Tyranid swarm and had begun to come into contact with the warrior bugs that were charging up, Hamachi's voice, which was clearly not right, rang out in the communication channel - of course, this order naturally made the surviving Chaos Space Marines collectively dissatisfied. "Wizard, what did you say? We are clearly...huh???" Before they could fully express their doubts, the power of blasphemy dissipated from the Space Marines of the Angels of Bliss like a tide. Without the blessing of the power of the Warp, they felt as if they had "fallen down to earth" in an instant, and their hands and feet became clumsy.
"Wizard! We need..." "I said - retreat!!!" ——————————————Chaos Astartes Retreating———————————————————— "Hoo-hoo-Wizard, why did you ask us to retreat just now? Why did you cancel your magic? Your magic can still hold up! I just--you know what? I just felt a feeling I have never felt before! I almost...almost touched a higher threshold!" With his hands on his melee weapon and a distorted face full of the color of "flushing", Higla leaned closely against Hamachi, twisting his body in an elegant but disgusting posture, trying every way to "rub" the wizard's body, trying to "convince" the second-in-command of the war gang's psychic power to renew his buff and let him go up and enjoy those bugs for 300 rounds - naturally, his actions almost earned him a bomb from Hamachi, or a lethal psychic power? 694936135 "Shut up! There's something wrong with these Tyranids! If you want to have better pleasure later, then immediately inject two units of No. 3 potion to improve your tactical thinking ability and help me understand our current situation!" Because of the increasingly strong subspace shadow phenomenon, Hamage felt that his soul was shaking involuntarily. He tried his best to review the battle situation in his mind, and roared at Shigla to "help him a little." Realizing that the Chaos Wizard was really angry, Shigla did not dare to say anything more. He muttered a few words and reluctantly activated the syringe behind him to inject the drug. As the effect of the drug was triggered, the excitement of the battle lingering in Shigla's body gradually faded, and was replaced by a disgusting sense of emptiness and the "calm thinking" that he should have as an Astartes. "They have clear tactics, and they have some units that shouldn't be 'scattered Tyranids'." After the drug catalyzed his tactical thinking ability, Shigla quickly found the weirdness of the Tyranid swarm they were fighting - the composition of this Tyranid swarm was too perfect, especially the wave of psychic shock at the moment of the battle, which proved the fact that there were powerful nodal creatures among them - and the question followed, Tyranid, would there be any 'wild' nodal creatures left outside? The answer is impossible! This thing is 100% following the Hive Fleet! "Either this system has been targeted by a Hive Fleet, or these guys aren't normal Tyranids—wait, what's that noise???" Before Hamachi could analyze the matter further, a discordant buzzing sound attracted the attention of these extremely sensitive Chaos Astartes. However, before these Chaos Astartes could determine the source of the sound, a large group of machines that looked like some kind of beetles and were flashing with faint green light crawled out from the shadow of the pipe, turned into a cloud, and quickly attacked the members of the Bliss Angels Gang. "Tomb Scarab????" Realizing that things were completely out of control, Hamachi was about to raise his weapon despite the feeling of emptiness when the metal ground beneath him cracked into several pieces. In the blink of an eye, the Chaos Sorcerer fell into the darkness below with the other Chaos Astartes active here, amidst a 'silent scream'. Falling towards their destiny. 25. Chaos Space Marines Receiving Mercy Pain, a pain that is too simple and in which I feel no pleasure at all. When Hiigara covered his head and climbed up from the metal floor in a daze, he found himself alone in the lower level area of the ship - a place just away from a dilapidated energy transportation pipeline. The terrible smell of chemicals continued to pour into his sensitive nostrils, making the fallen Space Marine feel supernatural nausea. The monotonous sound of mechanical operation and the sound of things flowing in the pipelines continued to stimulate his hearing, making this Chaos Space Marine almost crazy. "Ah—yes, dear Hammage, I have something to do now, something very, very important—I promise the Lord of Pleasure that I will come to you when I am done—yes, that's it—" As the effect of the No. 3 potion gradually faded, and with the continuous stimulation of the bad smell and monotonous sounds in the surrounding environment, Shigla's "rationality" successfully shut down in a few seconds, and the "desire" for killing and swordsmanship once again controlled his soul - so, in the glib words After having a half-minute "friendly exchange" with the Chaos Wizard who was roaring at him to go somewhere and meet up with a certain team, Shigla simply ignored Hamachi's voice and rushed to the lower level area where the slaves were imprisoned with his sword in hand. He was not satisfied with the battle just now, and now he couldn't wait to chop a few slaves to listen to their screams to calm his nerves! but...... "brush!!!" Just as Shigla turned a corner, a huge black shadow suddenly jumped down from the top of the passage, and a huge thing that looked like a sword chopped fiercely at Shigla's head. At the same time, sharp claws blocked Shigla's escape direction on the left and right - there was no doubt that if these attacks were implemented, Shigla would not die, but would most likely be seriously disabled! “Yo——!!!” However, the attack was intercepted. Because of the blessing of Slaanesh's power, Hiigara, who had a much faster reaction speed than a normal Astartes, intercepted the bone sword's attack route with his own weapon when he heard the sound of the bone sword swinging down, and at the same time tried his best to lean his body forward, so that while he successfully intercepted the warrior worm's bone sword, the warrior worm's claws only left two scratches on his power armor. This feeling of wandering between life and death made Hiigara's hormone organs begin to collectively become active, and the strong stimulation made Hiigara tremble all over like sifting bran. "That's it--that's it--that's it!!!"
Under the dual stimulation of hormones and the excitement of battle, Shigla widened his alienated eyes, opened his weird mouth, and shook his hands to create phantoms to accurately and elegantly block the attacks of the warrior worm one by one, and by the way, he also left tiny scars on the warrior worm's body little by little - although, Shigla knew that the thing in front of him would not feel pain and fear, and there was no point in torturing it, but he just couldn't suppress his desire to play with his flesh and blood prey! finally...... “Gah——!” After a short exchange of blows, Higla, who had already mastered the warrior worm's attack frequency and felt that his opponent could no longer provide him with any more pleasure, spun his sword, locked onto a low-defense area on its body that he had already identified, and gave a light push - with a shrill scream, the warrior worm fell to the ground, and after struggling for a few times, it became motionless. "Next - the spoils of war! Ahaha! Something I've wanted to experience for a long time!" The moment the warrior worm fell to the ground, Shigla swung out two sword flowers at lightning speed, cut open its abdomen, and pulled out a small thing from inside, but he had already memorized its shape. After placing the gland in front of his nostrils and taking a deep breath, Shigla carefully opened the only intact injection tube on his body, put the gland in, and soaked it in his most commonly used medicine. "For the first time.....just one unit? If it's not good enough, add more."