"Yes, Great Sage! The picture is being transmitted!"
Soon, the data was uploaded to the visual processor in Deejay Katona's mind, and what came to him was the terrifying silhouette——
It walked on the corpses of its descendants, and these corpses touched it slightly, although it couldn't explain exactly what happened.
There is no need or possibility for the existence of emotion in the hive will where all things are united. However, it squatted next to the body of a descendant, hesitated for a moment, stretched out its paws and gently stroked the body.
All things will eventually die, all things will be swallowed up, become part of the whole, and eventually gain new forms and new meanings.
It knows and accepts all this because there is no other way.
Still, there was something in that ugly soul that it couldn't describe, a memory from long ago, from the dead who were not devoured but buried.
The memory gradually emerges from the gestalt rhythm, spreading but disappearing before it is fully revealed.
It sees many faces and hears many names, but it doesn't fully understand them.
Of course, it doesn't mind this at all.
It stood up and stepped over the corpse, the death caused by the intruder only further igniting the rage in the monster's heart.
This ambush was not as successful as the previous four, and the prey fled deeper into its territory, remaining unyielding despite being wounded.
It kept flexing its claws and walked towards the group of struggling gene thieves in front of it.
Even though there is no hope now, the red life is still fighting.
His weapons were either missing or ineffective, and his armor was in disrepair, with broken cables and damaged exoskeletons visible everywhere.
despite this.
He was still struggling to get rid of the horrible thing on his body. Although the emotion of "admiration" did not exist in its mind, it still felt a strange fluctuation in thinking.
It bent down and looked at the captured intruder.
It studied the enemy, its arms lightly gliding across the ground.
He is very tenacious. Even if all his kind around him are torn to pieces, he still keeps shooting until his weapons and ammunition are exhausted and he is surrounded by a swarm of insects.
Its offspring had already taken off the helmet of the warrior in front of him, and the broken air pipe was spitting out air, and was thrown aside along with the helmet.
It picked up the helmet, played with it with its paws, then looked at the soldier, and flattened the helmet with a force of its arm, making a sharp sound of metal twisting.
There was almost no flesh visible on the face of that thing. It was either metal or some kind of glitter, which puzzled it. It was different from the many lives it had seen in the past.
More like -
non-living.
It began to focus on exploring his thinking. It didn't know what this ability was called, but it knew how to use it.
It picked out the thoughts in his mind and examined them one by one, as if playing with the petals of a flower. It wanted to know why they were here.
What do they want to do when they break into its territory?
Every thought it tasted had a different flavor, and as it devoured them, it read many names—the names of intruders. Gu Pai
It knows that a name is a very useful thing. A name is like a key, which can open the shackles to the heart. With a name, it can weaken the willpower of its prey.
Then, it grabbed hold of a dangerous thought, and this thing wanted to pull it together to destroy it. This little thing... there was something dangerous stored inside, so it used its sharp claws to pull that thing out of his body.
The chest was removed.
After that, it leaned forward and grabbed his struggling head. The other gene thieves holding captives fled in despair, leaving it alone to face the injured enemy.
It stared into his eyes, completely ignoring the opponent's fists and tapping its chest carapace in vain.
There is another name deep in the captive's mind, which tastes his resistance, and... something else, another desire... No, no, it's not desire, it's hope, connected with that last name.
hope together.
It was an extremely huge world, with incredible machinery and countless lives. Huge furnaces kept spewing thick smoke into the sky towards the volcano, and corrosive rivers outlined traces of marks on the earth.
, exaggerated cities and towers occupy the entire continent.
A brand new world, a world completely different from its territory, a world that can give birth to more children.
It felt an unprecedented excitement, and could not even control its muscles to exert force instantly, crushing the metal skeleton instantly with unstoppable strange force.
The next moment, the dead body slipped from its claws and fell to the ground with a loud sound.
Its throat was tense, and it roared upwards excitedly, its roar seeming to express its inner joy.
Yes, these intruders came at just the right time, and they had a new, unprecedented thought and idea——
"... Such a huge nest owner seems to have some powerful spiritual power."
The moment the image disappeared, the interface on the back of Deejay Katona's head twitched involuntarily. Observing such a terrifying beast from a first-person perspective is really a test for ordinary people's spirit. Fortunately, he has knowledge about aliens.
Enough reserves.
But he was startled by this huge beast at first, which was at least twice the size of a regular nest owner!
Perhaps this is related to the fact that the hulk has been in the subspace for a long time, and maybe this hive owner has been contaminated by some kind of subspace pollution - the relationship between the Tyranids and the subspace is still a controversial topic in the academic world, and the related fields are still
Blank.
Alpha G67m's self-destruction program was interrupted, which to some extent can prove that the opponent must have some kind of psychic power.
The problem doesn't stop there. Under normal circumstances, a beast of this level would have to be dispatched by a heavy mechanized group to deal with it. However, it is not easy to locate such an elusive thing in a hulk, and once dispersed, it can be easily defeated individually.
Of course, there is an optimal solution -
Astartes.
But Deejay Katona could not bear to share such a precious wealth with others.
The sage slowly issued the command, and the delicate mechanical fibers spread out from the back of his head and swayed. They swam through the data-filled air like the feeding tendrils of a cuttlefish, filtering, archiving and cross-referencing from space.
readings and parameters of dozens of other variables, powering the powerful logic engine in his mind.
In a matter of seconds, Deejay Katona shreds all the data and cuts the future into possibilities, rejects or evolves those probabilities, and then repeats the cycle, reducing the most accurate results into a single certainty
.
However, the answer is slippery, and countless virtual data are like elusive prey that he can't figure out.
Just when he had a headache, the Lord of Detection suddenly made an uneasy sound.
"Great Sage, a fleet has been detected approaching, and the target is identified as...Mars!"