Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Inside the hive mothership, the biological pool area.

After the savior arrived here, the artillery fire in the nearby area became more and more fierce.

Those warriors seemed to have superimposed the fanatic BUFF, becoming more ferocious and speeding up the speed of clearing the insects.

After a while.

The noise of the battlefield gradually subsided, and the captains gathered around the savior again.

"What a miracle of evolution..."

Ron's eyes wandered in the belly of the void beast. This flesh and blood chamber was like a huge cave, with many gorgeous "plants" composed of flesh and blood, mainly purple, growing inside.

Under the shadow of these "plant" jungles, there are more small lives. They are not war creatures, nor are they responsible for any labor, but are part of this magnificent and special natural ecology.

Bring a hint of vitality to this dark environment.

Of course, there are also many traces of biological transformation here.

He walked towards the dried-up biological pool in the center of the chamber. The flesh and blood building formed by genetic modification is the core here.

Responsible for providing biomass for the swarm continuously.

Suddenly, a skinny worker insect about half a meter long, like a water turtle, crawled out of the ruins of the biological pool.

Click!

The muzzle of the Thunder Guard's gun was raised at a speed that could not be distinguished by the naked eye, but was pressed down even faster.

"This little guy is not aggressive and does not pose a threat..."

Ron stopped the Thunder Guard's behavior, scooped up the skinny worker insect that was flapping its fins and floating in the air, gently stroked it, and flicked it again.

Even so, the other party did not have any aggressive behavior, let alone anger.

Obviously, it was a very gentle creature.

He was a little emotional:

"I didn't expect that the cold swarm of insects that terrified the galaxy also had such a harmless biological class..."

Perhaps, the Tyranid biological group or this biological technology is not inherently bloodthirsty and aggressive.

These creatures are more like a blank sheet of paper, firmly controlled by the Gestalt network. What they will become or be shaped into is determined by the higher-level life that controls the network.

Ron looked at all this and was quite moved.

He hopes to get this hive mothership and this extremely rare biotechnology.

This is a huge improvement for the biotechnology of the Savior's territory, and it can derive too many related technical projects and industry fields.

In the future, he will breed more gentle Tyranid creatures, allowing them to play more roles, rather than simply war life.

Bring more help to mankind.

Of course, the galaxy has not yet ushered in true peace, and mankind has not yet completely prospered.

Tyranid war life is also indispensable.

Ron is ready to breed a stronger and more terrifying swarm of insects.

He wants to let other Tyranid swarms that dare to devour humans understand what a real insect tide is, so that all human enemies will be afraid and the stars will tremble!

All this is necessary.

The future enemies of the galaxy are so dangerous that no matter how much strength there is, it will not be enough, not to mention the great devourer that may come.

In such a dangerous situation, any possible force and technology must be absorbed.

Let humans find the best development path.

Whether it is the technological craze, mechanical ascension, genetic enhancement, or the use of chaotic psychic energy, any possible path must be tried to find the true future of mankind.

At present, Ron's idea is to move forward in parallel, combine development in multiple fields, and integrate the advantages of various development directions as much as possible.

After all, the development of a single field always has weaknesses.

But in any case, he hopes that humans can keep the purity of the flesh as much as possible and not be too radical.

Otherwise, if they become like the Eldar or the Necrons, they will be really useless, and the entire race will basically lose the possibility of further development.

Just as Ron was thinking, the thin worker struggled slightly, interrupting his thoughts.

Seeing this, he let go and let the little guy go.

Just when he thought the worker would run away, he didn't expect it to return to the biological pool again, as if trying to continue working.

"Hiss~ This little guy is not ordinary..."

Ron stared at the thin worker and felt that it was a little special.

This biological pool has been destroyed, and the rest of the workers have fled the area driven by biological instincts and hid everywhere.

Only this guy still follows the settings in the genetic memory and continues to try to work.

What kind of spirit is this?

It's simply a worker chosen by heaven!

There is no doubt that this is the rare insect talent he needs, and it must be protected and cultivated well.

Give it more opportunities to evolve.

Ron gave instructions to the biological sage to protect this special worker insect to prevent it from dying in the war.

It will become an important member of the subsequent Tyranid breeding project.

After that, Ron led the war leaders to leave this area, but returned after only two steps.

He felt that he still had to give the little guy a name, so that he would not forget it in the future.

Ron looked at the skinny worker insect and suddenly had an idea in his mind: "Little guy, you will be called Abathur in the future."

This name contains his expectations for this skinny worker insect.

The skinny worker insect knew nothing about all this and still wandered around the biological pool, trying to continue his work.

...

Boom boom boom——

The army of the savior fought fiercely with the Tyranid swarm.

Now, the war has spread to every corner of the void beast, and the warriors are trying to clear any threats.

Hiss!

The ferocious Licart assassin rushed out from the dark, and the sharp, poisonous chitinous bone blade stabbed fiercely.

However, its attack did not work.

In mid-air, a big hand accurately grabbed the Tyranid alien that rushed over.

"Have you found the location of the Leviathan Hive Mind?"

Ron asked while pulling the trigger of the legendary weapon "Arbiter" composite bolter, and shot the head of the Licart alien into a sieve.

He fired while walking, accurately killing those threatening insects.

The commanders of the regiments took their guards to deal with the Tyranid troops who tried to block them around, and the whole team was advancing rapidly and forcefully, leaving the alien corpses all over the ground.

Now, he is leading elite warriors to go deep into the depths of the hive to hunt the hive mind.

"Savior, I found a new path, which is likely to lead to the core of the alien's lair!"

In the center of the team, the technical sergeant of the War Angel found a new trace and found a new direction for everyone.

"Then go in that direction!"

Ron crushed the head of the Tyranid Tyrant with one foot, raised his hand to pull the power sword out of its body, and shook off the blood.

More swarms of insects rushed in from a distance, like waves of black waves.

"Come on, stink bugs!"

Without any hesitation, he suddenly jumped high and smashed into the sea of ​​insects.

Boom——

Ron's tall black body fell down with a bang, and the shock wave crushed the insects in the center area into meat paste, and more blood and flesh fragments were thrown out with the insects.

After that, the insects pounced on him again.

He buzzed and lit up the decomposition force field, waving the power sword to transform all the Tyranids he touched into incomplete corpses on the ground.

Such an exciting battle pleasure made him even more excited.

The Tyranid creatures fell one after another like weeds that had been scythed.

Today's savior is a melee version, focusing on being mighty.

Today he is going to transform into Tyritian, swim in the sea of ​​​​insects, and kill a wave of them!

Along with the killing of the swarm of insects.

Ron discovered a strange phenomenon. Not only did he not get tired in the killing, but he became more and more powerful.

He felt it keenly.

This power blessing came from the subspace, which was obviously the work of a certain Chaos evil god.

"No way, this is also a reward for me, the Blood God is so generous?!"

Ron was thinking while slashing the swarm of insects, almost entering a state of flow.

He somewhat understood why so many mighty warriors would be willing to fall, join the arms of the Blood God, and fight an endless war.

This kind of battle feels really good.

The Blood God Khorne is worthy of being the top brother of the mighty warriors.

He is generous enough, no matter the size of the battle or who the opponent is.

As long as the fight is fierce enough, He will grant the corresponding power, regardless of position or race, even if it is an enemy.

However, only those with keen psychic perception or highly corrupted beings can perceive the power granted by Khorne.

But Ron always felt that Khorne was so generous and gave power to everyone, which was obviously a bit abnormal.

After all, no one is willing to give away their power for nothing.

The answer to the question is obvious. Khorne has a commission from this. Every war in the real universe and the subspace will bring power to this god of war.

Then He took a small part of these powers and gave them to those who can earn more power for themselves, so that they can continue to fight hard and contribute more killing energy to themselves.

Those powers themselves are generated by the warriors.

Khorne just took out a part of the power as a reward.

"That is to say, Khorne took away the power I created and became stronger, and then gave me a little bit to let me continue to work hard, and I have to thank Him?"

Ron sorted out the logic, his face a little weird: "Isn't this just him eating meat and me drinking soup, evil middleman, ugh!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly lost the motivation to kill indiscriminately. It was a bit unfair to work for Khorne for nothing.

Ron slightly reduced the intensity of the battle, making it impossible to reach the intensity of the power bestowed by Khorne.

Soon, he chopped down the Zerg tide.

Then he retreated to the back and used long-range weapons to snipe those special targets.

After a period of observation.

Ron found that the Tyranid swarm he encountered was much weaker than he imagined, and there were almost no high-risk Zerg units.

He thought about it and reacted.

The reason for this situation is that his good brother Kabanha had come here to chop a round before, killing a large number of Tyranid aliens and destroying many flesh and blood defense buildings.

That brother was so fierce that he killed most of the defense forces inside the void beast.

On this way.

He could see many remains of Tyranid biological weapons, all caused by demons and difficult to repair.

It was just that Kabanha's attack method was a bit reckless, as if he was slashing around inside the void beast, the movement trajectory was irregular, and he was circling from time to time.

As for why he knew.

Because he was attacking along the traces left by Kabanha. After all, it was easier to fight along the path that his good brother had passed, and he would not encounter dense defense lines.

Anyway, the first Luochui in the warp and the supreme bloodthirsty demon helped him a lot.

A warm current surged in Ron's heart, and he felt the bond between the two sides. Good brothers are good brothers, even if they are gone.

Their voices and appearances still exist.

He sighed slightly.

I don't know where that guy is now, whether he is alive, and whether he was captured and tortured by the blood god Khorne because of his tragic record.

I hope brother Ka is well, the empire can't do without him.

Just this wave of fighting against the Leviathan Hive Fleet, I don't know how many human lives have been saved.

The merits are immeasurable.

He, the savior and the demon eater, also needs Kabanha's existence.

The savior cannot lose the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kabanha, just like the West cannot lose Jerusalem.

After Ron led the war band leaders to clear the insect tide in this area, he found a more correct path.

That must be the passage to the Leviathan Hive Will's nest.

Because he has smelled the tempting scent of the ancient soul, what's the matter with a little fragrance?

...

Core chamber.

Dozens of brainworm thought arrays are running at high speed, and the scattered arcs occupy almost one-third of the area.

That means that the thinking of the hive mind has reached its limit.

"Savior!"

A trace of hatred flashed across the old insect's eyes.

It knew that the existence was getting closer and closer, and it had nowhere to escape.

Dense blood and flesh pipelines tightly connected the body of this ancient swarm wisdom to the hive mothership, and it was impossible to break away from it, nor could it leave this biological fortress.

The hive mind already knew that it was in a desperate situation.

But it didn't want to wait for death to come, but chose to counter it.

The brainworm thought array is collecting all the information about the savior, including some rare ancient technology, psychic power and the use of subspace knowledge.

There are also the army, command system composition, weaknesses, etc. of the savior's territory.

This ancient swarm wisdom is ready to spread this information to all Tyranid swarms and any possible enemies of the savior.

It hopes that other Tyranid swarms will be able to evolve more after obtaining these.

Gurgle Gurgle~

The flesh and blood pipelines connected to the body of the Hive Mind are continuously supplying it with biological energy.

Let it have stronger power to fight.

Although the hope is slim, it is not a weak existence. Even if it fails, the savior will pay a painful price!

Boom——

The flesh and blood barrier of the core chamber was breached, and the huge body of the Hive Overlord fell in.

That was the last guard of the Hive Mind.

"Old thing, I finally found you!"

Ron stepped into this huge chamber and looked at the floating Hive Mind wrapped in spore sacs in the distance.

He was a little surprised.

This highest-level unit of Tyranid looked a little weak, with a body under the big head only more than two meters long.

It looked extremely old.

Even so, he did not take it lightly.

Ron chose to wait and see for the time being, while Carter, the leader of the Thunder Guards, and Dante and other war group leaders and think tanks quickly entered the chamber to fight.

These warriors did not approach rashly, and took out long-range weapons to bomb.

Attacks from weapons such as heavy bombs, melta guns, gravity guns, plasma exterminators, etc. flew towards the hive mind like raindrops, and the flashes formed drowned out the dark attacks.

"Savior, you underestimated me!"

Before the smoke dissipated, the roar of the hive mind came, followed by a strong dark purple psychic arc.

At the same time.

The brain worm array became more active, and the arcs became more dense, providing more psychic power for the ancient swarm wisdom.

Bang~

A visible shock wave attacked all around.

The warriors adjusted their bodies and resisted the impact to avoid being knocked away.

However, the next moment.

The force changed, and the suction came, which caught everyone off guard and caused them to lose their balance.

Boom!

The third force came, from top to bottom, and pressed down fiercely.

This psychic pressure was like a force of ten thousand pounds, making it difficult for Dante and others to resist, and many people knelt on one knee.

Those think tanks tried to use psychic energy to counterattack, but they suffered backlash and suffered great mental damage.

They could not resist this shadow-like terrifying psychic energy!

In fact, as the controller of the Tyranid swarm and the top creature in the galaxy, the hive mind has unimaginable terrible power.

Even the Primarch is difficult to defeat!

As for why it is so afraid of the savior, it is because in the evaluation system of this ancient swarm wisdom.

His threat level is higher than that of the Primarch, far higher than that of the Ultramarines Primarch.

The hateful eyes of the hive mind became colder and colder.

If it weren't for the demon beast that almost killed most of its special guards, and the rest were all lost in the central area of ​​the Baal battlefield.

Its psychic power cooperated with special units, these warriors would have died long ago.

Fortunately, even so, it can kill most of the warriors here by its own strength!

Under the pressure of psychic energy.

Everyone knelt or stood, trying to resist this psychic energy, and the armor on their bodies creaked under the huge pressure, and cracks appeared faintly.

Carter managed to raise the bolter and fired another round, killing a psychic-powered cerebrate.

However, after launching this attack, the bolter broke into pieces.

"Died, Alien..."

Dante supported himself with his sword and tried to stand up, trying to get closer to the hive mind.

Crack!

With greater pressure, the eyepiece of the Blood Angels Chapter Master broke into pieces and became even scarlet.

This is the horror of psychic energy, and he can no longer move forward.

Everyone is in danger.

"You underestimated the swarm, you can't resist the power of the swarm!"

The hive mind stared at the savior with its blood-red compound eyes and roared mockingly.

Its power will always be exhausted one day, and the savior's army occupied this place and could continuously send new troops.

Its defeat was certain.

But even so, it could make the final attack.

It wanted the savior to watch his most elite warriors die one after another, but he was powerless!

If the savior dared to come in, he would die!

"You are right, I really can't resist this psychic energy..."

Ron took a deep breath, as if he was ready, and then stepped into the chamber without hesitation.

The psychic power of the hive mind is so terrifying that his psychic power is indeed unable to resist it, not to mention that this armor is a melee version.

He cannot use psychic power at all.

However, this is exactly his advantage!

"This is impossible, you came in, how dare you come in?!"

The hive mind widened its eyes, became more and more terrified, and almost screamed.

It understands the character of the savior.

Since this existence dared to step into the chamber, it must have been fully confident.

But this ancient swarm mind could not imagine what kind of power the savior would use to resist his psychic power.

The dark purple ripple sphere formed by the psychic pressure continued, creating an irresistible gravity.

The hive mind watched the savior step into the field of psychic ripples.

The next second.

Those ripples seemed to be squeezed and squeezed out of the savior's body, forming a human-shaped circle, and the edges were constantly dissolving.

The psychic power was avoiding the savior, or the savior rejected the psychic power!

The dark gold rune skull on Ron's Blackstone heavy armor glowed slightly, and a slight mechanical sound came from inside.

After the rare Blackstone technology creation was running, he became an untouchable and had abilities similar to those of the Sister of Silence.

The earliest prototype of this Blackstone technology came from the sage Maou of the Demon Research Institute.

He spent a lot of money to create a useless silence collar, which had almost no practical use, and was ridiculed by his colleagues.

But Ron was very optimistic about the future of this technology. Instead, he kept the project and greatly increased the investment in the project, which lasted for many years.

A huge amount of resources were invested in it.

Even if there were no results for many years, Ron did not give up. He believed that good technology needed more resources and time to settle.

More than 20 years later, the rapid development of Blackstone technology and the maturity of the technology have yielded rich results.

Maou combined the two technologies and finally produced equipment that can simulate the abilities of the untouchable.

Although the cost was amazing, it was practical enough and was successfully used on this battlefield.

"How can you have such ability? You are not a life that rejects psychic energy at all!"

The hive mind knew what the phenomenon in front of it meant, and it was even more unbelievable.

It increased its psychic output, causing those dark gold rune skulls to creak, but it could not break through their defense.

It could only watch the savior approaching it step by step with psychic waves.

"Stop!"

The hive mind was extremely scared and tried to make a new response.

But it was too late.

Ron suddenly accelerated, came to the old insect with many crimes, raised his hand and strangled its throat.

Instantly, the psychic energy dissipated, relieving the pressure on the warriors.

Ron's arm tightly grasped the hive mind's neck like steel, lifting it up in the air until their eyes met in the air.

At this moment, this ancient insect swarm wisdom that had devoured countless lives struggled like a helpless larva.

It lost any power to resist.

The savior's eyes were cold, and his voice was like the cold wind from deep in the ice field, piercing and unquestionable:

"You only have one chance to choose, surrender or die?"