Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Hiss~

The old insect struggled, but could not break free from the savior's bondage, and felt more and more painful.

Ron slowly increased the strength in his hands, waiting for the ancient insect wisdom to make the final choice.

To live or to die?

In fact, he was also struggling with this question.

Since he approached the hive will, his little sun of the subspace essence became active, longing for this ancient and extremely rich soul.

The existence in the subspace always longs for special souls, whether it is the Chaos Evil God, the Emperor, or himself.

There is not much difference between them in essence, it is nothing more than different uses for souls.

For example, the Emperor collected a large number of special souls.

He signed a contract with those souls, turning them into living saints who can walk in the world and can be resurrected continuously, or let them become cursed troops to fight for him forever.

This is not much different in essence from the great demons and demon warriors under the Chaos Evil God.

The only difference is the stance, light and darkness, order and chaos.

Now, with the slow improvement of strength.

Ron suddenly noticed that the little sun had undergone new changes and began to desire souls. Perhaps after absorbing enough faith power and souls, he would become a more powerful existence.

He could also build an army in the subspace and open up his own territory like those subspace gods.

In this way.

He could fight in the subspace and the real universe at the same time and gain more development.

But that was a very distant thing.

Ron restrained his desire for souls, lest he accidentally killed the Leviathan Hive Mind.

In any case.

The living Hive Mind is more valuable, and more knowledge and technology can be obtained from it.

He stared at the Hive Mind, consuming the last bit of patience:

"Answer me!"

If this ancient Hive Wisdom does not make a choice, then it will have to end its life.

"Cunning, the savior who should be turned into biological fluid, I can't speak now!"

The Hive Mind roared inwardly and became more and more frightened.

His life was passing away, but the savior never gave him the opportunity to choose. He was humiliating and playing with the life of the Planet Devourer!

Ho~

It tried to make an indistinct roar, raised its wrinkled limbs little by little, and pointed at its neck.

This ancient insect swarm wisdom was praying that existence to temporarily loosen its restraints.

Let itself have a chance to speak.

"I almost forgot that you can't speak without psychic energy..." Ron reacted after seeing the action of the hive mind.

Hiss, a bit of a hell joke.

Under normal circumstances.

Even if he pinched the opponent's neck, it could use psychic energy to communicate with him.

But the current situation is a bit special.

Under the influence of the Black Stone Psychic Confession Skull, he almost became an insulator of psychic energy, and also affected the opponent's psychic energy.

In other words.

From the moment he pinched the hive mind, the opponent could not communicate with him in human language with the help of psychic energy.

Ron was wondering before, why this guy was so stubborn and didn't speak, looking like he was ready to die.

He was not willing to be loyal to the savior at all.

He was not even willing to say: "Hey, can we reconcile?"

Now the case is solved.

It may not be that it does not want to say it, but that it has no way to say it.

Ron loosened his hand slightly, and the thin body of the hive mind fell powerlessly onto the blood and flesh carpet:

"Sorry, you can answer my question now."

The terrible alien power that once made the empire tremble - the Leviathan hive mind, was kneeling in front of the savior, with only fear and trembling left.

Its fate has been controlled, so weak and powerless.

The shadow of that existence completely covered its old and thin figure.

Behind the dark figure.

The flames of death are bursting, and the elite warriors of the savior are cleaning the brain worms in the chamber. One brain after another fell to the ground with a hiss, and the slurry flowed all over the floor.

"Is this the fate of Tyran?"

The hive mind tried to squeeze out a flattering smile, hoping that the savior would spare itself, but its heart was extremely sad.

The dignity of the Great Devourer Tentacle Vanguard has disappeared, allowing that existence to trample on it!

"No, this should not be the fate of the Zerg..."

The ancient Zerg wisdom suddenly raised its head, with an unyielding will in its eyes: "You... can never conquer the Zerg!"

It chose to make a final struggle.

"Not good!"

When Ron stopped it immediately, it was too late.

Sizzle~

The dark purple psychic light burst out.

The hive mind desperately used its last strength, but it did not attack with it.

Before the death of the brain worms, they completed the collection of the data of the savior and the savior's territory and transmitted it to its brain.

And now.

It chose to pass this data out.

The huge psychic power penetrated the flesh and blood body of the hive mothership, penetrated into the cosmic void, and transmitted the data to all nearby Tyranid biological ships in the form of bioelectricity.

At the same time, several bioelectric current frequencies flew to the distant stars.

When the psychic arc was extinguished.

The hive mind held by Ron lowered its head, and its body became soft and weak, obviously it had lost its life.

The ancient hive wisdom did not choose to surrender, but faced death directly.

This made him feel a little surprised.

He thought this guy would bargain or seek reconciliation, but he didn't expect it to be so resolute.

Fortunately, the option of the hive mind's death was also an expected result. After all, the more ancient and powerful the wisdom is, the more unwilling it is to succumb to humans.

It is not easy to make such a high-level life succumb and control it.

Its death is indeed a loss, but it cannot completely cut off his plan to control the swarm, but it is a bit troublesome.

Ron's communication channel vibrated slightly, and then the machine lit up, and Taco's virtual projection bounced into the air.

Taco bowed his head and saluted, reporting the current situation:

"Savior, the swarm has changed..."

Perhaps because of the death of the hive mind, Tyran's Gestalt network failed, and those living creature fleets and more Tyran bugs lost their restraints.

Some of these Tyran creatures fled everywhere driven by biological instincts, and some attacked any life they encountered because of hunger.

The swarm became completely chaotic, without organization and order.

It can be said that the Leviathan Hive Fleet collapsed in a very short time. They lost their war capabilities and turned into chaotic beasts.

This is a good thing.

That means that the human allies can destroy the Terra swarm in the Bal Galaxy faster and end this battle.

Ron gave Taco a new order: "The Redemption Fleet continues to be vigilant and expand the search range to the entire Bal Galaxy. Don't let any biological ships escape from Bal!"

Those Tyranids don't want to escape, just wait for the pot!

Before the death of the Hive Mind, it seemed to project some information.

Although it is unknown what kind of information it is, the information that the Hive Mind must project at the cost of death is worthy of attention, so as not to cause more unpredictable results.

"Yes, Lord Savior!"

After Taco saluted, he turned off the communication. The commander-in-chief must do a better job of finishing the war.

"Alas, why did this guy die?"

After Ron gave the order, he turned his attention to the body of the Hive Mind.

He hadn't exploded the old alien's gold coins, and took out all the biotechnology in its mind memory to make up for the loss of mankind.

Moreover, he also planned to make this old guy loyal and charge for him to deal with other Tyranid swarms.

Not being loyal and dedicating everything to mankind, he died so easily.

It's really a bit sad.

Just as Ron was regretting, he suddenly found the point: "Where is the soul, where is the fragrant soul?!"

When life dies, it will leave souls that can be devoured or absorbed.

Those souls are likely to be sucked into the subspace and enter the spiritual realm from the material world.

Souls that are not predetermined by powerful beings will wail in pain in the subspace and endure more hardships.

In the end, they will be divided up by those subspace lives.

This is also the reason why human believers always hope that their souls will return to the throne.

That is not a belief myth, but a real reality. The Emperor can protect the souls of humans.

Rather than falling into the subspace and continuing to suffer, it is better to return to the throne and become part of the Emperor's power.

The more outstanding existence can continue to work for the Emperor without retirement.

The soul of the Leviathan Hive Mind has long been marked by the little sun, and it is impossible for it to disappear.

Unless this guy is not dead...

"Good guy, I almost fooled you!"

Ron approached the body of the Hive Mind and carefully checked it. As expected, he found faint traces of the soul.

This ancient swarm wisdom is indeed dead, but not dead yet, more like falling into a deep sleep.

This is just his guess. The specific situation still needs to wait for professionals to check.

Now, the commanders have led their respective space warriors to leave this core chamber and go to other areas to eliminate the remaining Tyranid aliens.

Only the Thunder Guards stayed.

Ron contacted the Great Biological Sage Moss, one of the two giants in the field of Ers Mechanical Teaching, Scientific Research and Beverage, and ordered him to come quickly to check the situation.

After a while.

The mechanical body of the Great Biological Sage Moss, wearing a dark red robe, floated into the chamber.

After decades of reverse transformation.

The body of Moss, the agricultural intelligent robot of the golden age, has undergone many changes, and is more like a human equipped with many mechanical prostheses.

Unknown liquids flow in the many pipes wrapped around his body, and more than a dozen mechanical arms are equipped with mechanical facilities such as scalpels and syringes.

Moss saluted respectfully.

"Savior, your servant follows the order and serves you."

As he said, he took out a green can that flashed with dangerous light and handed it over: This is my latest product, you may want to try it..."

Ron took the can that looked like a highly toxic substance and frowned: "Hiss~ Your new improved fuel drink, it won't be poisonous, right? "

Over the years.

The competition between Moss and Caul over drinks has become increasingly fierce, and they have continuously innovated and come up with many new tricks.

But the only thing that remains unchanged is that both sides are trying to get the Savior to join.

After all, he is the real golden sign.

But for Ron, staying neutral is the best way to avoid being accused of bias by the other party.

It is said that Caul has recently invested heavily in building a factory in the subspace to seek new flavors.

Fortunately, because the production license was not applied for, the factory in the subspace has been sealed and fined by the Ers Tribunal.

It can only be said that the existence of the black-hearted oil man Caul has improved the business capabilities of the Tribunal in disguise.

Today, the influence of the two beverage giants has spread throughout the Imperial Mechanicus, forming a larger-scale opposition than the previous doctrinal factions.

Ron has reason to doubt.

The next ideological war of the Mechanicus will be born from this.

Fortunately, all this is still in a controllable state, which is a benign development and promotes technological progress.

So he did not do anything for the time being.

"You are right..."

Moss proudly introduced his latest product: "The new improved fuel drink does contain a deadly poison, but it is a harmless deadly poison, and the taste is unique, you can taste it with confidence!"

This product has just been tested and has not yet been put into production. If the savior can taste it and give an evaluation.

It will be of great help to the sales of this product.

"Harmless poison?"

This short sentence almost made Ron's CPU burn out. He put away the fuel drink: "Not bad, I have an idea. I'll try it later."

Of course, that was just a simple perfunctory sentence.

What if this improved fuel drink is really poisonous and poisons me, how embarrassing it would be?

It's better to leave this thing to the barrel and let the kid taste it. He should like it.

After Ron put away the fuel drink, he pointed to the corpse of the old insect on the ground and urged: "Moss, come and check to see if this guy can be rescued."

Moss followed the instructions and used mechanical equipment to check the body of the insect nest will on the ground.

He looked at the data in the instrument and gave a conclusion: "This body still has weak bioelectricity, and there is still a chance to revive it, but it may take more time."

"It's okay if it can be resurrected. This guy is handed over to you. Try to revive it, obtain the biotechnology in the memory, and make it part of the new Tyran project..."

Ron was very happy.

This was an unexpected gain. I didn't expect that the hive mind was really alive.

Perhaps it was the instinct of survival that prevented it from completely ending its life, or perhaps it just refused verbally, but actually wanted to offer its loyalty to the savior in a roundabout way.

In any case.

This was good news, which could greatly shorten the research time of the new Tyranid project.

Swish~

Ron looked in the direction of the sound and found that the peristalsis of the flesh and blood pipelines in the chamber gradually subsided.

It seemed that the hive mothership also fell into hibernation after losing its operator.

His biggest gain in this battle was this hive mothership that was more than 30 kilometers long and looked like a space biological fortress.

The hive mothership was not only a terrifying biological fortress that could easily destroy large ships, but also a huge biological culture base.

It had various types of genetic laboratories, biological pools, incubators, etc. Almost all the prototypes of Tyranid creatures came from here.

He even suspected that even the hive mind was born here.

In other words, the hive mothership was the placenta of the hive mind, and then as the other party grew, it gradually developed into such a huge size.

If there are enough resources, it will probably become more magnificent.

Now, this hive mothership is yours!

This is an unimaginable wealth of biotechnology, and it is also a blessing for the biological field of the Savior Territory. Many biological research institutions will settle here and thoroughly study everything here.

Bring more leaps to the territory's biotechnology, and new swarms will be born here.

Today, the Tyranid biological research force has a preliminary idea for the creation of a new swarm.

The Greenskin Research Institute obtained a biological ship infected by greenskin spores. Not only did it find special greenskins that absorbed Tyranid genes, but it also found a new Tyranid creature that absorbed greenskin genes.

That "greenskin worm" is more ferocious than ordinary worms, and has stronger resistance and recovery ability.

By studying the genes in these special organisms, perhaps a stronger Tyranid swarm can be created.

Gradually.

More and more mechanical equipment were transported into this large chamber, and the "corpse" of the Leviathan hive will was also pressed with a restraining device and soaked in a culture dish.

This will become the new laboratory of the biological sage Moss.

He will stay here for many years until a new swarm is born and becomes active, ready for production and war activities.

Of course, the new swarm also needs a controller.

A heavy, oil-covered petri dish was transported in and placed in the central area of ​​the chamber.

The rare clone in the petri dish is the new controller of the swarm, the uncrowned king of all swarms in the future.

Ron pulled off the oilcloth fiercely, exposing the *insect version of Ron's clone in the petri dish.

He looked up at the shocking biotech creation in front of him.

It was a humanoid being about four meters tall, with strong muscles and many areas of skin covered with chitin shells.

What was even more eye-catching was the sharp bone wings covered with chitin shells behind him, and the faint purple psychic light could be seen flickering.

In fact.

This clone was shaped according to the image of the male version of the Queen of Blades, but it was more powerful.

And his name was - Swarm Will!

This was the key to his ability to control the endless swarm and become the swarm itself!

At present, the clone of the Zerg version is still in the cultivation stage, and the genes of the Zerg Hive Will and the Zerg Hive Mothership need to be extracted for further cultivation and strengthening.

So that he can control the Zerg Hive Mothership.

To do this, you need to have a deeper understanding of Tyron Biotechnology.

That may take a long time.

Fortunately, Ron has enough patience and life to wait, or the research speed will be faster than he imagined.

He took a deep look at the clone, and led Carter and other Thunder Guards to leave.

Then, this chamber was closed. Without the order of the Savior, no one who is not related is allowed to approach, otherwise he will be killed without mercy!

In any case, such a somewhat heretical behavior must be kept as secret as possible.

Anyway, it is the Zerg Will that controls the Zerg swarm, which has nothing to do with his Savior, just like Luo Ge has nothing to do with his Savior.

Afterwards.

Ron led the team back to the Dream, and he still had an important thing to do...