Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 823 [265.] I shook someone, who did I get? Is this right?

"I feel like something's slightly off."

Hades swallowed and said to the Endless around him that after hasty preparations, they chose a marginal and resource-poor galaxy as a base to fight against the Tyranids.

Then, galaxy-destroying weapons were deployed in all galaxies near this galaxy to ensure that an insect-proof belt could be established as soon as Terran arrived.

Trazyn's hand trembled as he directed the construction of the dimensional channel. The Necromancer slowly turned his head, and the two looked at each other again.

"I might know what you're going to say."

Tarasim drew out the sound, and subconsciously looked up at the sky. This was indeed something wrong.
"This Tyranid swarm is too large."

Hades swallowed his saliva again. He was sure that the scale of this Tyranid swarm was absolutely unprecedented, comparable to three to five times the size of the one he fought in the Octares war.

This is not just an expansion in quantity and scale. As the number of Tyranids increases exponentially, higher-level Tyranids that the Empire has never seen before also appear.

"I suspect there is a mother among this tyranids."

The Endless One smacks his mouth.

"They are not differentiated second or third generation mothers, but a first generation mother is commanding them. The Death Mark who went to investigate told me that the difference between the two most extreme small groups of this swarm is so great that it exceeds the genetic overlap line that determines whether they are the same race. But they are still united now. Obviously, the mother who commands them has a very high priority."

"I have a question,"

Hades looked at the Mechanical Sages in the distance who were setting up trenches with the Trazyn army. Apart from the red robes and messy accessories, the Necrons and the Mechanical Sages seemed to have similar mechanical content, and the Hades Priests mixed among them were also under no pressure. Praying to Hades would no longer be a debuff to their teammates.

"Let's assume that there is a first-generation mother body in the swarm heading towards us now. Then - how many first-generation mother bodies are there in the Tyranids heading to the Milky Way?"

"good question."

Trazyn said,

“And the standard answer I give is I don’t know.”

Hades fell silent. In fact, the biggest uncertainty now was Tyron, who entered the market last, because no one could be sure of its scale.

At least they could estimate the size of the Silent King's army, but for the Tyranids...it was harder to say.

If there is a "real" large force behind the large force, they will all be doomed.

"What do the Necrontyr think of the Tyranids?"

Trazyn shook his head.

"Most Necrontyr dynasties have not yet come into contact with this species, and among those who have awakened, the biotechnologists believe that this is an extragalactic creature, very powerful - but they also believe that this species has the potential to be tamed and molded into slaves."

...shaped into slaves, like the greenskins?

Hades thought,
The fish that come ashore are no longer fish. On the road ahead, the Great Devourer and the Tyranids have merged too many foreign genes, proving that their plasticity is amazing under the premise of clear underlying logic.

In fact, Hades once thought about whether the Zerg might be some kind of AI-like existence, because its actions and principles are extremely consistent with the appearance of a thinking engine with huge computing power.

If so, then as long as we deliberately guide...

"Taming? Has the Necrontyr begun research in this area?"

Trazyn shrugged.

"It failed. After the autobiological transformation experiment, there were few truly outstanding scientific research projects in the Necrontyr, except for the Orrican time research project. The research on the Tyranids also fell into a quagmire. I went to read their papers, which were simply a mess. I am sure that those technicians used unrepeatable false data in order to fool the Hierophant.

They have never deciphered the leadership and communication methods between the Tyranids because it is too complicated. Preliminary experiments have shown that the Tyranids communicate through body language, smell, sound, color, and some subspace information. Of course, this is only the most preliminary. "

"There are many more complex mechanisms hidden behind the communication mechanism of the Tyranids. To give a simple example, if you throw a small stone into a swarm of hunting plasma insects, a single individual only needs to pay attention to the behavior of his companions next to him, and he can instantly connect with the entire huge group and perform extremely complex behaviors."

It's like throwing a piece of bread to a flock of birds, or charging into a school of sardines. There is no clear individual giving orders, no "orderer".

But the group they form will respond instantly, and the probability is that the group response behavior will maximize benefits, and countless complex group models will emerge in the process.

"certainly,"

The Endless One kicked the stone at his feet.
"Those old guys who just wanted to get by didn't explore this far. They initially believed that as long as they understood the smell, that is, the pheromone, and the subspace signal transmission, they could split the swarm.

But they failed, because subspace signal transmission belongs to the category of [perception] in the scope of scientific research. The information will be more vague, more multi-dimensional and dynamic, and more emotional. This requires researchers to have psychic talents. Indirect observation of it is ultimately scratching the surface. "

Is that so?
Hades recalled the scene when he faced the Tyranid swarm. His Black Domain did not kill them completely. He should have cut off some of their communication connections and completely inactivated the part of the Tyranid body that relied on psychic energy.

So after a period of time, some Tyranids died completely because the key organs in their bodies that relied on psychic energy to survive failed; some Tyranids stood up again and began to attack their own kind because Hades cut off their communications.

In the absence of superior command, the Tyranids who were unable to recognize signals from their own kind entered the default mode - they determined that the war was lost, and the Tyranids' plan for this was to disband and flee on the spot in order to better preserve their genes. Since they were unable to recognize their own kind, they began to attack each other.

In other words, at least the wave of Tyranids that Hades met preferred subspace communication, and cutting off subspace communication was almost like abolishing all of their means of communication.

This is understandable. Without being disturbed by the chaos and turmoil of the subspace, subspace communication is inherently not limited by time and space compared to other means of communication. After all, the subspace itself is a world composed of pure information and emotions.

The real world, however, requires objects as media. Whether it is light or sound waves generated by vibration, "the object itself" is needed as a medium to transmit information. The conversion of this medium wastes energy and delays time.

As for studying the information of the Warp... the fact that the Necrons are incapable of doing so does not mean that the Human Empire does not have talented people.

Hades thought that if he wanted to get results quickly, he could only ask the Primarch to come. However, when he thought about the psychic Primarchs he knew, he found that none of them seemed to be interested in Tyranids, or did any research here on a daily basis.

If we have to say that Mortarion is one of them, but Mortarion's focus in biology is toxicology, and it seems that he has not focused on biobehavioral science.

If Mortarion had only put some skill points into biobehavior, Hades believed that he would now be able to directly control most of the Primarchs except Angron.

What if we simply eliminated their subspace communications? We could use the Black Domain to completely eliminate all subspace communications, and then let the Tyranids evolve on their own, evolving a communication method that relies entirely on behavior and pheromones?

This thought made Hades shudder in his heart. Wouldn't this kind of Tyranid be more difficult to deal with? Ignoring the Black Domain - was he creating a big daddy for himself?

He can't always use the Star God's Lightning to hit bugs, so the Black Domain with less side effects is more effective.

But... Hades thought, he remembered that when he was resurrected, he tried his best to kill all the Tyranids who had faced his Black Domain, but he was a little hungry at that time and was not sure if there would be any escapees.

If there are any fish that slip through the net, or if there are no fish that slip through the net, as long as Hades uses Black Domain a few times in the next war, I believe that the Tyranids, who evolve very quickly, will immediately point out the skills of pure physical communication.

A little tricky.

Hades thought that facing Terran was like facing a pure, absolutely rational being with no flaws, unlike the enemies Hades had faced before - there were always a few stupid beings or individuals among them.

And Tyrann doesn't make mistakes and has huge size.

Hades thought to himself that the "enslavability" of the Tyranids proposed by Trazyn was indeed very attractive, and this method was not blasphemous at all. After all, the Underworld Clan of the past was still vivid in his memory.

But later on, the Underworld Clan began to rebel against Hades.

Hades wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his heart. This could be considered a rare black history of Pluto, but if Tyrannosaurus was too big, this trick would probably be repeated.

But this time, Tyrannosaurus is probably used as the raw material.

"Well... I think we can indeed try to divide the Tyranids. After all, there is also the virtue of fighting each other among the Tyranids." "Although this is a strategy of driving away the wolf and swallowing the tiger, if the size of the Tyranids is too large, we will have no choice but to do so."

Hades said that he thought for a moment and decided to ask for external help. When Tracin told him just now, he had already packaged all the reference materials and sent them to Hades. Hades blinked and started asking the biology instructor he knew.

I don't know how the battle is going on Mortarion's side.

Hoping to reunite with the human empire as soon as possible, Hades looked up and saw the vast shadow of the Great Devourer looming above the sea of ​​stars.

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Mortarion received the letter from Hades when he killed the fifth Necron Emperor.

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Mortarion put away his sickle and neatly shook off the green coolant on the blade. He raised his foot and kicked the Necromancer in the head again, then threw down a bottle of potion to ensure that the body of this Necromancer would not be recycled.

But he will have to fight this Hierophant at least twice more later. The data of the Undead Hierophant has been transmitted back to the Underworld structure. With the repair of the Underworld Scarab, the Hierophant will stand up again within an hour.

In theory, these metal bodies can continue to be resurrected until the underworld constructs are completely destroyed and the scythes of disaster and death above the planet are cleared.

It doesn't matter, Mortarion's troops can always be resurrected.

However, Pluto and the Infinite have teamed up to provide the Human Empire with a batch of signal jammers, which can ensure that every signal transmission will result in data loss. In other words, a Hierophant with a complete personality only needs to be killed a few times to be completely eliminated.

Next, overlords of lower levels will take over the command of the Hierophant, but because they are of lower level in the Underworld System, their computing power and command capabilities will be simulated by the system to be lower than that of the Hierophant, which means that they will never be able to exert the strength of the Hierophant.

It has a kind of ancient combat beauty, they can obviously hand over the command authority directly to the intelligent computing center, but they still have to do it themselves, using their own programs with personality and ability defects to calculate a not-so-perfect command method.

After all, the Necrons are obsessed with being alive.

Therefore, if the French Emperor is killed, the opponent's war dispatch will gradually become problematic, which will be more conducive to the victory of the Empire.

The Grim Reaper did not move. The white mist in front of him gathered instantly, blocking a living lightning arc from the Tesla cannon for him. Mortarion flapped his wings and finished reading the message from Hades.

The general meaning is that Hades is about to face the Zerg directly. The scale of the Zerg is not small. Ask him if he has the time and energy to study the issue of usurping the command of the Tyranid Zerg.

In this regard, Mortarion really wanted to help Hades.

After all, it's not an official document.

But the intensity of the war did not allow him to do so. The Primarch spewed out poison gas with a grim expression. If you look closely, you will find that Mortarion's wings are no longer as intact as before. Countless dents appear on them - these are the scars left by the attack.

Mortarion needs time, energy, and a large number of Tyranid samples to conduct experiments.

And now, since Hades had not been found, the Silent King directed all his rage towards the Imperial side, Mortarion having already refused the death of Angron once, the death of Konrad once, and on the flank, Vulkan was heard to have refused death three or four times.

This was not too good, after all, they still needed to devote at least some of their energy to guarding against the so-called allies - Guilliman did not accept the plan of fighting separately, he insisted on letting the same primarchs team up.

[Is this how your master ordered you to watch the show? ]

Mortarion looked up, anticipating the impending Doomsday Cannon attack, and gritted his teeth as he suddenly rose into the sky. Pitch-black fog rolled down like crazy, instantly covering the army beneath his feet.

In the distance, the gathering of ultra-high-energy plasma beams almost made the entire continent tremble.

[......]
[Mortarion] waved his scythe with a malicious look, and strange liquid flames rose up, trying to cover their army as much as possible. He was not watching the show, he was just writing a report to Guilliman.

Yes, the Arch-Traitor Mortarion wrote a report to Roboute Guilliman, Lord of the Oxen and Horses.

To reasonably explain why the three great demons who were theoretically under his command were running around in the Empire's war zone, and to ensure that they would not cause trouble.

If Mortarion does not come up with a reasonable explanation, Guilliman will directly inform the cold-blooded king and ask him to take the three demons back.

In this regard...the two Guillimans are completely in the same boat.

The First Rebel thought with some resentment, but regardless of that, he walked to Mortarion with an expressionless face.
[Just now... did you receive a letter?]
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"What the hell?"

Typhons muttered as he squatted behind the bunker, boredly corroding the body of the Necromancer at his feet with mucus. Outside the bunker, red and purple lights flashed, and two lunatics were laughing and shouting, knocking all the Necromancers away.

The human empire's army has already abandoned this war zone, but Vorx insists on passing through - after all, time is precious.

Faced with this intensity of confrontation, Typhus chose to stay behind and fight against the lower-level Nurgle demons by summoning his Nurglings, and occasionally throwing a potion bottle to buff the battlefield.

In the past, he would only be disliked by the two warriors for blocking his position.

“It’s better not to show the part about [Mortarion] and us to Lady Psyche later…”

Typhons continued to read the message.

"……insect?"

He blinked in confusion, and a little Nurgling jumped onto his knees with a sneer. Typhons patted the little incarnation of a loving father and continued reading.
"Deciphering the physical communication patterns of the Tyranids, without using any psionic powers?"

Typhons paused for a moment, then fell silent and began to write and draw on the ground with his hands, but it looked like he was drawing circles.

You can try.

Typhons hesitated. He held the little Nurgling in one hand to prevent it from falling, then leaned his head out from the side of the shelter and glanced at Vox and Lady Psyche.

But if no psychic energy is mixed in, Typhus must rely on some "protective measures", that is, the black domain. Only the black domain can absolutely eliminate the subspace.

So far, only Typhus refused to chant Hades and clutched the stones that exuded an ominous aura. Typhus did not have any self-abuse tendencies, nor did he think that this would prove anything - the mistake had been made, and self-mutilation towards Hades was nothing but self-deception.

But Vox seemed to simply want to die, and Lady Psyche… Typhon couldn’t tell, who knew what the beloved of Slaanesh would think? Maybe the first time was with a feeling of longing, and the next few times it was purely addiction.

It is also possible that the first time was because he wanted to try an exciting way of playing, and the next few times he was stimulated by the black domain and his conscience was touched and he atones for his sins.

Typhons didn't ask, nor did he intend to ask. There was no need to dig into the matter. His answer to Vox's question about why he was loyal to Hades would only be that it was because he was loyal to Hades.

In fact, life in Nurgle had eroded him so much that Typhons didn't even know what his thoughts and attitudes were towards that person, but he did want that person to scold him -

Typhons was not satisfied with himself now, but out of respect and love for his kind father, he could not express dissatisfaction with this body.

"You can try..."

He teased the little Nurgling on his knee with his fingers, and the Nurgling bit Typhon's fingertips with a chirping sound.

"But first I need some black stone, the anti-psychic kind."

Snapped!
Typhons spoke slowly, and the Nurgling on his lap screamed and exploded when he heard "Black Stone, anti-psionics".

Okay, that’s it.

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