Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

The prayer service has begun.

The square was filled with loyal and fanatical believers.

They looked devoutly at the four-armed emperor's statue and prayed for his blessing.

Members of the gospel choir lined up and sang hymns in praise of the Emperor.

The bishop stood on the anti-gravity preaching machine and spread the gospel from the emperor to the believers in mid-air:

“Pray sincerely!

The great Emperor will listen to each of us.

He will come from far away in space to save all our souls!

Under His guidance, we will have a bright future.

His grace will extend to every corner of the universe.

Let us be grateful, always follow in His footsteps, cheer for Him, and sing for Him! "

Looking at all this, Ron stood there blankly, feeling a strong sense of discomfort in his heart.

He was mentally shocked and suffered severe pain in his abdomen.

When this feeling reaches its limit.

Bo——

He broke through some kind of psychic network barrier and was free!

"Where's that boy Ron?"

After Eve prayed devoutly, she opened her eyes and found that Ron was gone.

"Maybe he went somewhere to play."

Gallia didn’t worry too much:

"Pray first, and we'll find him later."

This is Church Square, the safest place in this area, there is no danger.

The Gallia family closed their eyes again and continued to pray devoutly.

Pray that the great Emperor will descend from space and save this world full of suffering.

…

Ron hid in a corner and looked at the dense crowd in the square.

Just feel scared.

Because most of those people have some lavender skin.

They are born with bald heads and bulging foreheads, and are not pure human beings at all.

Now Ron finally realized that the lower nest was infected.

The ones who infected them were gene stealers, commonly known as chicken thieves.

The Chicken Thieves are the vanguard of the terrifying Tyranids, capable of thinking for themselves and acting without the command of the Hive Mind.

Often a first-generation pure-blood chicken thief can infect and control an entire planet.

There is a long pointed tongue hidden in the mouth of the chicken thief, which is an ovipositor with a thorn at the tip.

They will find ways to seize sentient creatures, use their long pointed tongues, and inject them through the mouth to the stomach or through thoracentesis.

Send "seeds" containing Tyranid genes into the target organism.

These "seeds" quickly infect the host's body and mind.

Make the host forget the infection and succumb to the will of the chicken thief, while having a strong desire to reproduce.

The host will be eager to find a child and give birth to a severely deformed first-generation chicken thief hybrid.

Those "seeds" will even distort the spirit of the host, making the host as parents unconditionally love and protect the completely inhuman "child".

The first-generation hybrids tend to hide in sewers or hidden abandoned buildings when they grow up because their alien characteristics are too obvious.

After several generations of reproduction, they will become more and more like humans and penetrate into the human population.

As the number of infected individuals and their hybrids increases, the descendants of these chicken thieves will gather together.

They will establish a hive-like psychic network between themselves, their parents and the chicken thief's body, forming a huge and loyal family surrounding the chicken thief.

And it will continue to divide and spread, eventually forming a gene stealer cult.

Many members of Genestealer cults often present themselves as emperor-worshippers and appear normal.

Except for the four-armed statue of the God Emperor hanging around his neck.

Many of them truly thought they were worshiping the Emperor, not just some Tyranids, but simply model Imperial citizens.

Even when the planet encounters Chaos or other alien invasions.

Those chicken thieves will transform into the most loyal warriors to protect their home and country.

The saying that chicken thieves guard the country is not nonsense.

Ron was confused.

All this was so obvious, but why couldn't I discover it in time?

vomit!

Suddenly, his abdomen twisted with severe pain, and then he vomited out a large mass of purple flesh and blood.

Looking at the dirty tissue on the ground, Ron checked his body again and found a wound on his chest.

He finally understood.

Damn it, this clone was parasitized at some point.

He must have been parasitized by some chicken thief bastard when he was unconscious.

No wonder I fit in perfectly with the group of chicken thieves, and I still find those deformed chicken thieves babies cute.

Fortunately, when this cloned body was created, only its appearance was set, not its gender.

Otherwise, he should have had a child with some female chicken thief descendant by this time.

Hiss~

I can’t imagine that scene, it’s much more exciting than that in Slaanesh.

Ron quickly stopped his thoughts and felt worried about the current situation.

According to Gallia's description, I am afraid that the Genestealer Cult has completely occupied most of the lower nest area.

Nowadays, the only forces left in the nest are probably the Chaos Cult and the Genestealer Cult.

And it's the Genestealer cult that's dominant.

This time it was really a disaster.

Soon, Ron thought of a more terrifying possibility.

As the pioneer of the Tyranids, the original pure-blood chicken thief will become the leader of the clan.

It can control other offspring through the hive's psychic network, becoming stronger and smarter as the population continues to expand.

Eventually the leader will grow into an incredibly powerful psychic creature.

When the chicken thieves' tribe matures and accumulates enough psychic power.

The leader of the chicken thieves will transform into a psychic beacon that attracts the Tyranids.

Later, the Tyranids attracted by the psychic beacon will locate the planet in the vast space, and then come to eat the buffet.

By that time, the swarms of insects that cover the sky will devour everything, including those chicken thieves and their hybrid offspring.

In other words, these poor "people" in the square, including all creatures on the planet Erth, will become the Tyranids' meals!

So these chicken thieves are real chicken thieves.

As expected of Warhammer 40K, he just wanted to grow up, so why did he provoke the Tyranids?

Even the main force of the empire will be paralyzed when encountering the Tyranids.

The top priority now is to find the leader of the chicken thieves hidden in the depths.

But how to find a nest in such a huge and complex place?

And those descendants of chicken thieves and people who are bewitched will stop him at all costs.

Look for it even if you can’t find it!

Ron was cruel.

Now he almost understands the situation of getting off the nest.

The Chaos Cult and Genestealer Cult happened to be at a stalemate, giving him more time.

In this way, he can go to the subspace to collect more resources and let Caul build more war machines.

When the war machine is finished, immediately open the upper nest city gate and let the mechanical frenzy flood the entire lower nest!

This is a bit cruel and will sacrifice the lives of countless people who have fallen out of the nest.

Not only those pitiful humans, but also those descendants of chicken thieves who are immersed in beautiful fantasies and looking forward to the Emperor's redemption from space.

Most of them will die.

But this is Warhammer 40K, and there is no such thing as a perfect choice.

There is only misery and more misery.

Ron closed his eyes.

In order to prevent the entire Erth star from being swallowed up, he could only do this.

Even if the lower nest is completely destroyed and the ground is dug three feet, we still have to find the damn chicken thief clan leader!

Just as Ron made up his mind, something strange happened on the other side of the square.

The gospel choir stopped singing, and people fell into silence, waiting for something.

He raised his eyes and saw that the chicken thief bishop standing on the anti-gravity preacher seemed to be listening to some news.

Later, Bishop Chicken Thief excitedly announced this unparalleled gospel to everyone:

"Dear believers, your prayers have been answered.

The Great Emperor is coming from space to redeem us all..."

The chicken thief followers of the genestealer cult in the square suddenly fell into a frenzy.

They laughed wildly, cried, and hugged each other happily.

Praise the Emperor!

At the same time, Ron could sense that a huge psychic power appeared and sent a signal to space.

The lighthouse...is lit!