Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Captain Cole stood on the apron deck of the Frontier. He watched three Thunderhawks fly into the cabin from outside the blue gravity shield. The Thunderhawks spitting out vector flames slowly landed on the ground. The landing gear was heavy and powerful. It was supported on the ground and stopped steadily under the action of the hydraulic structure.

The Thunderhawk's hatch slowly opened and finally rested against the ground. Cole turned his head and glanced at Omega, who also tilted his head. The captain turned his head and looked at the four giants coming down from the deck, especially One of the giants was also carrying a claw, the claw of a purebred genestealer.

"Lancelot, do you mind telling me what you are doing with that thing?" Cole said helplessly, but the Caliban knight took off his winged helmet with a bright smile on his face, "Trophy , as the trophy of victory in this glorious competition.”

"Fart, I took off all three arms of this bastard, how can you have one more head than me?" Ragnar said displeasedly. Obviously, he was very unhappy with the failure of this contest, and it was because of such nonsense. The reason for the failure.

Lancelot was still smiling, and his smile was quite bright. It was completely impossible to tell that he came from the Dark Angels, that strange Space Marine Chapter whose members were all unpredictable and always had a straight face. Maybe he was mixed up with Vito. It’s been a long time, and now it’s assimilated?

As he spoke, Ragnar showed an embarrassed smile and raised his unhooked chain sword. The chain saw of the ax was broken and was now hanging down, "Omega, look, It seems I need a warranty.”

"This is the third time I have repaired it for you in the past year. Ragna, you need to adjust your tactics." Omega said, and then looked at Lancelot, "And you "Your bolter has obvious damage."

Lancelot also smiled and took out his bolter, which was completely dented on one side. The two guys who were fighting each other just now were like brothers in distress, holding each other's shoulders. Thunderous laughter broke out.

Cole sighed helplessly and watched the Stormtroopers get off the other two Thunderhawks. Many of them were injured, and the seriously injured ones were being supported by their teammates and were walking across the deck to the airport hospital not far away. , and apparently, there were a few missing from the Stormtrooper detachment.

"Is the battle fierce?" Cole asked, and the steady old wolf Olaf nodded slightly. He walked past his two fellow comrades and came to Cole and Omega. The tall giant leaned down and half-crouched next to them. in front of them so they don't have to raise their necks too high.

"We encountered purebred gene stealers on the ground, dozens of them, and even a giant species, but fortunately we eliminated it."

"Ragnar shoved a melta grenade into its mouth, but we lost a few stormtroopers before it exploded, but in the end, we followed the Inquisitor's orders and completely destroyed the place."

Cole frowned slightly, then turned to look at Omega, "Is that factory registered in the Mechanicus?"

Olaf also looked at the Great Sage, who shook his head after a few milliseconds and seemed to have completed the data screening, "There is no name of the factory produced by the Mechanical Professor Quan on the Victoria Planet. There is no one we attacked. factory."

"In fact, during my journey to the lower nest, I encountered several factories that did not have permission from the Mechanicus. This planet has a serious problem of technological heresy."

"You mean that the government of this planet condones and covers a large number of illegal factories, even though it is clear that it will violate the rules of the Mechanicus?" "Yes."

Cole and Olaf looked at each other, and then the former sighed and folded his arms helplessly, "I think the situation on this planet is worse than we imagined."

"Indeed, it is true, but now we can only believe that the inquisitor has his own plan, and now, we need to finish our own work." Bell said and walked to their side. The white-armored giant held a bottle filled with The jar of scarlet pigment has just been stored and is still shining with the pure luster of scarlet pigment.

Omega nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the airport gate, "Come on, we need to investigate."

The group of people followed, including the two fellow victims, and they left the airport, leaving the Blue Thunderhawk to be handed over to the airport ground staff and servitors for repair and maintenance.

They passed through the complex, long corridors and majestic halls of the battleship, and finally arrived at the Omega exclusive research area that everyone was familiar with.

The shuttle is still here. The broken body is locked by mechanical arms, but it seems that most of the objects on it have been scanned and removed, and it is basically just scrap metal.

Cole and the three giants stood in front of the holographic projector. Only Bell followed Omega to an instrument. It was a complex instrument with several sockets and scanning tables.

Bell took out the medicine and inserted it into the socket of the instrument. As the medicine was inserted, Omega also began to work. His robotic arm and several movable cables moved dizzyingly on the console, and the data terminal interface was connected. Entering the instrument, countless data streams flashed before his eyes.

Bell was also on the side and began to manually operate and analyze the ingredients of the medicine. The tall giant operated the instrument extremely skillfully. Countless complex information and identification data streams passed by his eyes, and the fluorescent green data display was reflected on his face. above, illuminating his face a strange green color.

But soon, on the holographic projector, data displays were projected one by one. The data and maps were suspended in front of everyone's eyes. They were clearly arranged and the content was correct. Even a layman like Cole could understand it.

He frowned, "This potion can change a person's mental state and create a psychic interface in the brain?" The captain said in surprise, and Olaf was also surprised.

As a psychic priest, he knew the meaning very well, so he was even more shocked, "This means that everyone who takes these dusts for a long time will in fact have a weak connection with the local Tyranid hive mind, which usually comes from Shouldn’t it be possible to do this through genetic transplantation?”

"No, this is only a weak connection, which can only allow the local genestealer patriarchs and leaders to project into their brains, create hallucinations, drive them into madness, and finally brainwash them subtly."

Bell stood up and walked back to his brothers. He pointed at the data map on it, "These dusts can stimulate people's psychic reactions and create a synapse in the nerve arc of the brain. Then The greater the dosage of synapses, the more profound the effects on the mind, similar to the effects of drugs.”

"And as far as our detection is concerned, this synapse can be controlled by any member of the Tyranid bloodline. Simply put, anyone with a Tyranid infection can use weak psychic energy to influence them through these synapses. And command these fanatical believers.”

"This is why those believers were not afraid of death when we were down there. Their brain thinking ability has been partially blocked by the purebred gene stealers, and only the remaining thinking circuits are still activated."

"Wait, so you are saying that the local gene stealers used this dust to complete the shaping of the relationship between the Tyranids' node creatures and ordinary Tyranid creatures?" Cole exclaimed, and the result is already obvious. .

Omega was still operating the instrument, but he turned his head slightly and nodded, "Yes, they are in line with the relationship between the node creature and the person being commanded. Although they have not reached the level of Tyranid, I have reason to believe that this This kind of psychic induction will be strengthened after the believer is implanted into the Tyranid infected body and is successfully transformed."

Bell nodded slightly, "Yes, to put it simply, the local gene stealers have found a way that does not require large-scale genetic infection, but can also establish spiritual bonds and mind control. This can perfectly avoid the Ministry of Justice." The genetic screening work was carried out, so Tyranid infection got out of hand.”

The old wolf took a long breath and frowned in distress, "If we can't identify the target through genetic identification, is there any way we can screen them out?"

Bell shook his head, "It's difficult, almost impossible, but if you don't continue to take this kind of dust for a long time, the synaptic points will gradually weaken, so now that we have destroyed the factory, they can at least continue to expand the number of believers in this way. , and unless the existing believers carry out large-scale gene implantation immediately, they will soon lose control."

"Ah, it's so complicated. It would be easier to just chop them down." Ragna complained, placing the chain ax on the table and pointing at the data maps, "If we can find the clan leader and add the leader, Wouldn’t it be nice to do it together?”

"Ragna, have you forgotten? If we kill the clan leader, a new one will be born among the purebreds soon. This will not help at all." Bell said, pointing to the data maps, "Our best method at the moment is to interrupt the scarlet pigment Reconstruction and production, if we can do it, the local gene stealers will pay a huge price."

"If my guess is correct, most of their followers are produced in this way, which means that if the scarlet pigment loses its effect, the gene stealers will suffer a huge blow, at least they will not be able to survive before the hive fleet arrives. Start a riot."

Olaf nodded affirmatively and looked at Cole, "Do we need to inform the inquisitor?" "No, there is no need to tell him these things for the time being, and besides, he probably has a rough guess himself."

Cole looked at the data and sighed, "The request for help has been sent, and now all we can do is pray for the Emperor's blessing."

"Ah! When can we have a war?" Ragnar complained. He strode over, muttering as he walked, while the old wolf let out a long sigh.

"Soon, man, soon you'll be fighting until you don't want to fight anymore."

Ragna looked at the date displayed on the holographic instrument. The data was constantly changing, and the clicking sound echoed in their minds.

That clicking sound has now become a countdown to death.