“It’s always a scary thing to lose control.”
Jin said that it was like seeing off a traveler at Qianhang. He stared at Buzz. In the distance, Kirkland hummed a tune and ran towards the ship.
"I know." Buzz said that Jin would stay and fight the Bone Crusher with Yarick, and at the same time make sure Yarick doesn't see any strange greenskins.
Jin shook his head.
"You are all children," the Mechanical Magus said, "and you have never experienced that... Kirkland was on a pilgrimage across the galaxy at the time, and he didn't see it either."
Buzz's eyes were dim, he was still immersed in digesting the shocking reality that his genetic father transformed himself into a greenskin lord and led the greenskins to launch a great WAAAGH.
"… The Pale Lord?"
Buzz whispered the name, and a meaningful ellipsis appeared on Jin's display.
“That experience…”
Mortarion's first loss of control...
Darkness, long corridors, fog, loneliness, corpses ...
… The regret and fear that surged like the ocean waves, the last struggle before falling into the abyss…
The Primarch, revered by billions, was but a prisoner of the powers of the Warp.
After that, the Pale Lord no longer focused on construction. He had more urgent things to do. His own condition was deteriorating. He was immersed, swallowed up, and driven by power, instinct, and desire. He lost his memory, personality, reason, ideals, and original intentions.
Jin thought that Mortarion would never want to experience the feeling of being out of control.
Jin said slowly, "You'd better wait for the Pale Lord to tell you in person, but I believe that you may experience another..."
Jin paused.
"A miracle, or a disaster?"
Jin shook his head. "No matter what, you have to experience it for yourself."
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boom!!!
The Tyranids crashed into the greenskins' buildings, flames exploded, smoke rose, and the huge buildings that were stacked to a bloated state slowly collapsed, splashing countless black smoke.
The swarms roared, struggled and tore at each other, trampled on the quiet corpses of the greenskins, completely abandoned discipline, and driven by the most primitive instincts, they bit each other, and hunger was always the primary driving force.
He was hungry.
The essence of life is devouring.
… devour… devour… devour…
The whisper sounded in Hades' ears, soft and seductive, as if it was a resonance from the depths of his soul.
It's a pity that he has no soul.
The power of life comes from eating.
The long and ferocious scythe dragged on the ground, lightning swirled violently around his side, and Hades slowly raised his other hand and took off his hood.
The darkness dissipated, revealing his pale and sinister face.
The tyrannical beast roared and rushed towards him, and the sickle wind drew a full moon, rustling!
… hunger …
He could tolerate fatigue, he could tolerate illness, he could tolerate endless responsibilities... but he could not tolerate hunger.
This was the first hardship he had to endure since coming into this world.
That ever-poor Barbaros...
There was famine for three years and the land was full of starving people.
… … …
"I'm not hungry,"
Hades scratched his head and looked at Herilla embarrassedly.
Herilla gave a malicious smile and lowered her voice.
"I know you and Karas went to another village to borrow food today. It's definitely not for you two to eat, right?"
Hades coughed twice in embarrassment. This Primarch was the kind of thing that could eat up an acre of land if placed in a field. It would be eaten up if the roots were pulled out.
"Eat, eat. If it weren't for you," Herilla stuffed the porridge into Hades' hands. She turned back to look at her sister in the room, "I don't know if we could survive."
The bowl in his hand was slightly hot. Looking at the porridge that was obviously not used to wash the pot, Hades swallowed his saliva.
… He was indeed hungry.
"Then I'd rather obey you than be disrespectful."
He raised the bowl.
The warm liquid in his mouth gave off a soothing feeling, even though it carried the smell of alien blood. Hades roughly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the broken chitin shell pricked his face.
“It tastes good.”
His palate, which had been completely destroyed by Barbarus, apparently agreed.
Hades said, blinking and stepping over the corpses of Tyranids, his scythe like a fang in his hand.
... devour...
He looked at the barren land, he looked at the sky shrouded in fog all year round, there was never enough food... The bowls were scraped clean time and time again, the farmland had poor harvests season after season, despair was long and slow.
That slow, long hunger.
Food is always the most precious thing.
Above the void, the green-skinned space stations that had lost ground control crashed into each other out of control. Above the glimmering planet, at a safe distance, the Tyranid mothership was quietly floating.
It is thinking.
All psychic commands through the subspace are ineffective...
Immediately afterwards, a new batch of bio-capsules were delivered.
In the void, countless fleets were gathering, and on top of one of the ships, blazing flames were flashing.
[Hungry,] the Deceiver said. [Dive into the rawest pain and desire. The logic of this world is to devour, Hades.]
Even the Star Gods survive by devouring, devouring energy, devouring souls, and devouring each other.
The biological capsule screamed through the atmosphere, and the surviving greenskins shouted for the black boss and jumped onto the smoking bomber.
The bomber slammed into the bio-capsule recklessly in mid-air, chunks of flesh and blood exploded, and metal and blood rained down in the air.
The wind was howling fiercely.
Pheromones were released in the form of gas particles. The leading node creature waved its wings in strange postures, with its film-like wings rising, but it did not fly. Instead, it lit up a bright yellow warning color, rubbing harshly and whistling.
The newly arrived swarm begins to gather.
Dense swarms of insects covering the ground began to gather and gathered in the form of an army. An invisible black tide surged under their feet. These soulless insects whispered to each other, exchanging information clumsily but gradually adapting.
After a short cry, the Tyranids launched an attack.
The monster that was crawling beside the insect corpse and eating slowly raised its head.
He dropped the sickle and raised his hand. Violent arcs of electricity rose up, darkness began to cover, and silver droplets floated up.
Thunder struck, and between the green lightning, the aroma of roasting meat filled the air.
The clouds began to gather.
… hunger …
Hades blinked, staring at the roasted horse meat in his hand, his saliva flowing uncontrollably.
Karas's guy groaned and tried to gain kebabs by playing the victim, but Hades was unmoved.
On the other side, the original body, who had never eaten anything good, stared with his eyes wide open.
Thick clouds covered the sky, and between the layers of white clouds, muffled thunder rumbled. The thunder roared like a dragon, striking the swarms of insects that filled the earth.
Countless biological capsules fell like rain, and when they passed through the clouds, they turned into a blazing rain of fire, lighting up the long night like meteors.
The mountain-like Insect Saint slowly stood up with its long and sharp legs. It screamed, and bright and hot plasma gathered, flashing a ball of light as big as a small car.
The plasma that pierced the darkness burst out and shot straight at the slow-witted monster!
On the other side where darkness and thunder gathered, the space was slightly distorted. A darkness different from the invisible darkness descended, blocking the sight of the insects directed at him.
The plasma screamed through the vast space, and a line passed through to the other end, but it seemed like it didn't hit anything.
The Insect Saint screamed and subconsciously took a half step back. It shook its huge head, trying to find the enemy. The information transmission with its own people was a few beats slower than it was, which made it even more uncomfortable.
The dark clouds rolled, and the electric dragon appeared at one end. The ground beneath their feet began to tremble. The light brought by the eternal sun was soon swallowed up by the clouds. The vortex-like darkness enveloped the Tyranids and also concealed the enemy's figures.
[You feel hungry,]
The deceiver said, [The hunger slowly rolls up, and you feel angry because of it.]
[You have come so far and for so long, but even your original, insignificant, and only wish has not been fulfilled.]
…no harvest…
Hades, who was still a child, stood on tiptoe and looked at the rice jar. There was nothing at the bottom of the jar which was already covered with dust.
He began to understand the elderly people who used to hoard food at home.
It was a grand world, but it couldn't feed him.
Cracks climbed up the earth, splitting open like dry farmland, magma roiling deep within the planet, and heat rising from the ground.
He is very hungry.
The poor psychic connection of the Tyranids was completely unable to satisfy him. Those skinny bugs did not have full and rich souls in their bodies.
He needed to eat something else, or continue eating. His appetite was growing, and after waking up, he had never been truly full.
The remaining greenskins fell into the gap in the earth, and darkness quickly enveloped them.
not enough.
Not enough, he thought, not enough at all.
His tentacles reached out to the starry sky, swallowing up the power that gave him enough to conquer the rules. Brilliant balls of light emerged from the virtual space and fell towards the ships that were continuously producing the Tyranids.
This made him even hungrier.
In a trance, he saw something, and using radio waves, Hades issued his own orders.
Hades began to miss the days when food was plentiful. That was a wonderful time... hazy and distant.
He was standing in the restaurant.
Hades blinked. He sat at the dining table. In front of him was a spoof of Mona Lisa. The woman's face was painted completely black, like a bottomless black hole.
Mona Lisa was looking at him with a smile.
Hades picked up the knife and fork skillfully. On the white ceramic plate were sliced green mushrooms. The mushroom stems were thick and the caps gave off a charming aroma. They looked like they were well cared for and grown.
On the other side, the buzzing insects made unpleasant sounds. Only a little juice could be squeezed out of their fat bodies, which made Hades even more dissatisfied.
He waved his hands, trying to shoo them away.
I wonder if Mortarion is here, or Magnus, Hades wondered dazedly, it seems like he hasn't seen them for a long time, are they okay? He felt hungry.
The radio waves are leaping.
Lightning and flames appeared.
He hid in the darkness.
The Tyranids hissed and roared, and he watched them scatter and gather in panic, like a real, panicked swarm of insects, and he watched the insects,
Every Tyranid is looking for him. How can they find him? The C'tan have the power to warp reality, and only the technology of the Necrons can give them a glimpse... or a glimpse from the Warp, but the Black Tide rolls and the Warp looks away in displeasure.
This is the miracle created by the crazy fantasy of the Lord of Mankind.
The combination of the Star God who controls the laws of physics and the black hole that devours the warp, did the former Emperor really believe so much in the monster he created
The Deceiver chuckled. The promises made to the Demigod of the Warp seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.
He teased the fragments of the Burners that had long lost their minds, deceived the Tyranids in illusions, and placed them in the right positions.
Of course... there are also little surprises...
When the Trickster saw the two little cuties, this was the final blow that caused Pluto to lose his humanity. He had completely sunk into desire. The Trickster received radio waves from the ground.
[… Blake Butcher, bring Magnus here.]
The Deceiver saw the two-man farce on the green boat. The Wolf God raised his hand, the curtain thickened, and Magnus, who had turned into stone again, slammed onto the deck with a bang.
Blake bent down and picked up the psychic stone.
Mingzi covered the wound on his abdomen and walked slowly but firmly towards the shuttle docked on the deck.
Magnus's desperate cry still echoes,
[Hades is not in the right state right now!!! Blake! He wouldn't give such an order when he's sober!!!]
Blake's steps did not pause for a moment.
[What is the difference between you and the descendants who followed after the fall of the original master? ! Black? ! Black Butcher? ? ! ! ! ! ]
[I discussed with you before that Hades's condition was not right - you know what his current condition is - why do you still want to!!!]
Blake pushed the cabin door open with difficulty and sat in.
[Foolish loyalty!!!!] The red giant roared.
Blake started the engines and the thrusters roared.
The fraudster smiled, surprised by the unexpected.
He witnessed the massacre of the Tyranids. The earth cracked, and giant insect saints were caught between the cracks, struggling to fall into the magma. Lightning, pillars of fire, and darkness harvested these insects together. Their huge numbers continued to consume it, but did not provide it with energy.
Just above the soulless greenskin corpses, dreamy balls of light kept appearing between the Tyranid fleets, pulling them towards the earth.
After a violent turbulence, the Tyranid ship carrying the Deceiver and the Burner began to sink slowly.
They fell to the earth together.
… … … …
There was a knock on the door.
Hades, holding the bowl, paused.
"Come in," he said, concentrating on the bowl in his hands.
A strange face came in and sat opposite Hades, wrapped in golden silk.
[Are you hungry?]
The Trickster asked.
Hades raised his eyes nonchalantly, glanced at him like a lunatic, and said nothing.
[I'm curious, what do I smell like?]
The fraudster said.
[I just devour.]
Pluto said.
[I can't taste it.]
[The first priority of survival is to stay alive, and taste is just an additional existence.]
[I just want to survive and prosper my race.]
The Deceiver stares at Hades, [But you are hungry now.]
I was so hungry that my appetite took over.
Hades stared at his bowl,
[I need to survive first.]
The Deceiver looked toward the earth that was beginning to burn. The Black Stone Prison he was attached to began to disintegrate. He heard the roar of the Burner and the Tyranids screaming in the flames.
[You shouldn't call yourself Pluto, that's the civilization and meaning imposed on you by lower-level creatures.]
The fraudster said,
[Just like they insist on calling me, you should call me...]
[The Great Devourer.]
(End of this chapter)