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Chapter 103 The Emperor came to me in a dream.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor"

Enter LESIO. Sister Magda stares at the notebook sent from Asford in amazement.
After flipping through a few pages, Sister Magda was shocked by the details of the content.
「Unit: Licat」

"Armor: Chitinous shell, color-changing shell"

"Weapons: Tearing Claws, Scythe Claws, Thorn Meat Hooks."

“Introduction: A forward scout and assassin among Tyranid creatures, it can move silently in the densest terrain, and its color-changing shell allows it to easily hide itself.

In order to hunt, it can lurk nearby for days without making any noise, waiting for its prey to show its weakness. Licat can also obtain intelligence by swallowing the brain of a creature.

In addition, you can hardly really kill a Licat, because when it dies, its memory and "consciousness" will be uploaded to the hive mind, waiting for the next time it is created."

Threat Level: Highly Dangerous

"Advice: Look behind you, it might be there."

Sister Margaret took a deep breath.
Likat, she knew Likat and had fought with him before.

She had faced Tyranid swarms twice, when she was still young and immature.
In both encounters with the Tyranid Swarm, she was assassinated by the Ricats, but Margaret eventually defeated and killed the two Ricats.
No, not two.
Sister Magda looked at the introduction of Licarte in the notes and her eyes widened slightly.

So that's why she felt familiar with Licat, the man who tried to assassinate her the second time.
These two Licats were originally one, with their memories and consciousness uploaded to the Hive Mind and downloaded again when needed.

Sister Magda's expression became slightly serious.
The contents of this notebook are indeed extremely valuable.
If the contents were true, the swarm would most likely release the Licat again to deal with her when it invaded Lesio.
Sister Magda gently reached out her hand and touched the scar on her cheek

She is already eighty-three years old, not the immature thirty-two-year-old newbie.
Even though my body is a little older, I still won't lose this time.
"Unit: Brainworm"

"Armor: Chitinous carapace, psychic shield"

"Weapons: Short sharp claws, mainly relies on psychic power to fight"

"Introduction: A psionic unit among Tyranid creatures, created by the Tyranid Swarm based on the gene sequence of the Eldar, with its brain occupying most of its body.

Despite its seemingly frail figure, it actually possesses extremely powerful psychic powers, enough to allow it to float in the air and release psychic shocks strong enough to penetrate adamantium.

It should be noted that brain worms often appear in groups, and the leader among them is a subspecies called "psychic suckers", whose psychic power is equivalent to that of an Alpha-level psychic, and is responsible for helping the brain worms control their own psychic release. "

"Threat Level: Extremely Dangerous"

"Suggestions: After getting rid of the spirit fluke, the brain worm may burn its own neurons because it cannot withstand its own psychic power."

Commander Alexei sat in the driver's cabin of his magnificent poison blade tank, staring blankly at the note sent from Asford.
"Alpha-class psychic?" Commander Alexei's voice suddenly rose.

A powerful Alpha-class psyker could even turn his poison blade tank inside out with just a gesture, and twist Alexi into a knot in the process.

He felt some distrust of the note.

Sister Magda noticed Alexei's suspicion.
She began to speak: "The contents of this notebook are very detailed. Some of the contents are exactly the same as what I know, but they are richer."

"Commanders, His Excellency Zhou Yun is indeed an expert on the Tyranid swarm."

"And this note is very suitable for us. He does not talk about the anatomy, physiology and habits of Tyranid creatures in general. Instead, he talks about the weapons, armor and combat performance of these creatures."

"It is very valuable to us. I even have some doubts. Could it be that Mr. Zhou Yun is a biological sage with a hidden identity?"

Faced with Sister Magda's doubts, Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly.

The reason why he didn't write down the anatomy of Tyranids in his notes was because he really didn't know.
Zhou Yun's knowledge of the Tyranid swarm came almost entirely from his memories of his previous life. He only knew information about the Tyranid creatures in terms of combat.
I know basically nothing about deeper levels of anatomy and physiology.

It’s just that it’s hard to explain now.
".Some time ago, I dreamed of an old man with brown hair and wearing a black robe."

Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly, and he said something nonsense:
"The old man told me that this Asford was destined to suffer misfortune, but he could not bear to see the Son of Man suffer."

"Now that he sees that I am a righteous man, he has given me this notebook and asked me to pass it on to you all on a certain day to help the Empire fight against the Tyranids."

The Astra Militarum commanders around were stunned.

The old man in the dream, with black clothes and brown hair, could not bear to see humans suffer, and sent a letter to the empire
Why does this seem more mysterious the more I listen to it?
General Droste's eyes twitched slightly. He could see that Zhou Yun was trying to push the blame onto the Emperor.
but.
"Black clothes and brown hair? Could it be the emperor?" Sister Magda couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Sister Magda seemed to believe what Zhou Yun said and immediately thought about the Emperor.

Seeing that the Grand Sister of the Holy Rose Congregation believed Zhou Yun, the other commanders of the Star Army had nothing to say and could only accept Zhou Yun's statement for the time being.

They then began to discuss various countermeasures based on the notes written by Zhou Yun.

"The brain worms are very threatening. It would be best to bomb them from a distance."

"I'm a little worried about this thing called the poisonous smoke bug. Commander Alexey, please be careful."

"Gunworms. It turns out that gunworms can evolve different 'ammunition' according to their occupation needs."

"Insect Saint. This thing shouldn't really appear, right?"

"If he appears, it should be General Asford Drost. If he really appears, you should just let it go."

The initial discussion was about how to deal with a specific Tyranid swarm, and Zhou Yun was able to give a lot of advice.

But after a while, the content turned into a specific tactical level.

Zhou Yun felt that he was no match for these veterans of the Star Army.

He knew the Zerg better than the Astra Militarum.

Bored Zhou Yun left the meeting quietly, slipped out of the church, and came to the place where a group of Lightlings and Cadia soldiers gathered outside the church.

The Rathlings are a subspecies of humans who are generally shorter in stature.

And almost every one of them is a master of stealing, gambling, shooting and cooking,
General Droste has an auxiliary force of Raitlingians under his command, and they are said to have stolen the general's precious flagon.
When Zhou Yun slid smoothly next to them, the little guys were playing with shooting cans with practice guns.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A brown-haired Leitling man held a practice gun in his hand and fired six shots in a flash.

Six jars in the distance fell down.

The people of Leitlin cheered.

"The current record is still held by me, Hobien Bailudi. Is there anyone willing to challenge me?"

The Leitling who was in charge of organizing this competition raised his hands and asked:

"Whether you are a Lightling or a Cadian, or even an Ogryn, as long as you can surpass Hobien Bailudi, you can win the grand prize of our competition."

"And all the Leitlings will respectfully call you the champion!"

No Cadian stepped forward to try.

Zhou Yun watched this scene with interest.

"Every Cadian is a deadly marksman."

As Zhou Yun was watching this scene, Battle Sister Agelade came to his side:

"But the Raitlings are better. I heard that even a small Raitling can shoot a fly on a Grobeast from a hundred steps away."

"Since arriving at Asford, I don't know how many Cadian challengers have lost to this Lightling gunner." Zhou Yun listened to Agilade's story and nodded with interest.

Finally, one of the Cadians could no longer bear the provocation, so he stood up, picked up his training gun and went to the battlefield.

He took a pack of LHO cigarettes as a bet and gave it to the Lightling who was holding the competition, then picked up the training gun and pulled the trigger.

All six jars flew into the sky.

"That's accurate, but not fast enough!" The Lightling man pinched his watch and grinned, "Our competition requires that we shoot the cans six times at the fastest speed."

The Cadian spat and retreated with an unhappy look on his face.

"Why did you come out of the conference room?" When the gunshots faded away, Ajielaide looked at Zhou Yun and asked.

"I'm here to make the people of Lightling respectfully call me the champion." Zhou Yun said with a shrug.

His voice was quite loud, and the Lightlings around him immediately looked at him like a group of rats.

"Is this person a native of Asford?" The Leitling man who was holding the competition grinned, "Why don't you draw your guns?"

Zhou Yun smiled, took out a pack of LHO cigarettes from his four-dimensional pocket at any time, and threw it to the Lightling man.
Then he raised his gun and aimed at the six cans in front of him.

The gunshot rang out in an instant, and before anyone present could react, Zhou Yun put down his gun and a can fell to the ground.

The Leitlings around looked at each other, and after a few seconds they burst into warm laughter.

"You only hit the can once. Sorry, my friend, your shooting skills are not worthy of the title of champion."

The Lightlings who were hosting the competition bowed to Zhou Yun:
"But we thank you for your lho cigarettes."

"Really? Then I have to thank you for the prize too." Zhou Yun smiled, walked forward, picked up the jar on the ground and said.

He threw the can at the Raitling.

The Wright man Lin took the can with a confused look on his face. There was only a bullet hole on the can.
Then the Lightling shook the jar a few times and his eyes widened.

Ignoring the surprised looks from people around me,

He quickly took out the prize, walked respectfully to Zhou Yun and handed him the prize.

It was a metal bottle with patterns on it, and it seemed to be full of wine.

"Champion," the Leitling said respectfully.

Zhou Yun took the wine jug, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.

The meeting in the church was about to end, and it was almost time for him to go back.

Whether it was the battle nun Agelade or the Lightlings and Cardians, they all looked at Zhou Yun leaving with confused expressions.

They haven't figured out what happened yet.
Even Agilide couldn't resist her curiosity and came over to see what was going on.

"Old White Deer Land, did his remaining five bullets hit your hook?"

"Yeah! Although he shot very quickly, he only hit one bullet. Why did you admit defeat?"

"Show us the jar."

Looking at the people who gathered around him, the Lightling who was hosting the competition raised the jar in his hand and shook it violently a few times.
There was a series of crackling sounds coming from inside the jar.

There was silence in the air at first, and then people around exclaimed.
There was obviously more than one bullet in the jar.
But there was only one bullet hole on the tank.

"Six rounds, all in the can!"

The Leitling who was hosting the competition raised the jar high with a solemn look on his face:
"But there's only one bullet hole!"

"We have a true champion!"

The people around suddenly burst into noise and admiration.

Agilide couldn't help but gasp.

This means that Zhou Yun just fired six shots in the blink of an eye.

After the first shot hit, the remaining bullets all shot into the same can through the same bullet hole.

This is almost a magical skill!

Even as a battle nun, she could never do this.

Even the Cadians and Lightlings, who were all sharpshooters around them, couldn't do it.

"Champion!" Agilide couldn't help but shout along with the Lightlings and Cardians around him.

For a moment, outside the church, there was only enthusiastic cheering.

Zhou Yun returned to the church with the jug full of wine, looking happy.

The meeting in the church has already been held.

Several commanders on the laser communicator noticed Zhou Yun's return, nodded to him slightly, and then cut off the connection one by one.

"The general strategy has been discussed and we will abandon more than 60% of the blocks in Asford."

General Droste stood up, looked at Zhou Yun and said.

"This is necessary." Zhou Yun nodded slightly in agreement with General Droste's idea.

There are only three million Astra Militarum in the entire system, and even fewer in Asford.
These people can't defend a planet with 30 billion people.

"Ferdia City will be the main battlefield, and the urban areas we defend will be those that are now completely under your control."

Seeing Zhou Yun's agreement, General Droste continued:

"We will discuss the specific combat arrangements for each city district in detail later."

"The key now is to evacuate the residents of the Lower Nest. Sister Agilade will cooperate with you."

At this point, General Droste's eyes moved slightly.
He noticed the patterned wine jug Zhou Yunti carried on his waist.

Zhou Yun grinned, raised the wine jug, shook it at General Droste and said, "My trophy."

"Just won it back from a bunch of Lethrins."

Hearing this, General Droste's expression twitched slightly, half in pain and half in heartache.
He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, cover his heart and say:

"This wine flask was stolen from me by Lightlin. It contains my treasured Amasek."

　This chapter is 4,000 words long.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)