I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 72 I am Roger Dorn
In the underground palace,
The Genestealer leader seemed to sense something and stared at the entrance to the underground palace.
It turned its head sharply and looked at the Genestealer Bishop.
The bishop bowed respectfully to the patriarch as if he had received some order.

Then she left the underground palace with four missionaries.
Monger knew that they were going to intercept Ryan Russ and Markit who were attacking the government building.
It's almost born, just a little bit more.
Monger looked at the beast in the biomass pool, which was becoming stronger and stronger.

Most of the other Tyranid creatures around it had already decomposed, and the biomass that made them up was used to supply this giant beast.

Monger estimated that in another seven or eight minutes, this Tyranid beast would be born perfectly.

It's too late to stop it. Even if we interrupt the birth of this giant beast now, it will only make its body less perfect.

Damn, if only I could inject corruption into that Genestealer leader,

Let the parasites in my body burrow into the blood and flesh of that damned parasitic demigod, so that the genestealer will be corrupted and suffer.
Suddenly, Mengge was stunned.
It found itself in a blind spot.

It really couldn't get close to the Genestealer Chieftain and let the parasites and Nurgle corruption in its body be injected into his body.

But it can inject this corruption into the body of the Tyranid behemoth in the biomass pool in front of it.

Monger's body couldn't stop shaking, shaking with excitement and fear.
This biomass pool can indeed decompose flesh and blood, but its main function is to create Tyranid creatures.
The corrosiveness should not be too strong.
Some of the parasites in Monger's body should have survived.

Even if the parasite cannot, it still has a large number of supernatural viruses in its body.
These viruses from the Lord of Plague have the ability to spread both in matter and in the subspace.
They can silently invade the body of the Tyranid beast along with the biomass absorbed by it, and corrupt its alien flesh and blood.

But how can one inject the supernatural virus in one's body into the biomass pool without being discovered?
Such a huge and powerful beast would require an extremely large number of viruses to corrupt it.

With the Genestealer leader staring right before his eyes, Monger had little chance to release the virus.
unless
Monger looked at the biomass pool in front of him and the people who kept jumping into it.

A somewhat sad smile appeared at the corner of its mouth.

Munger seemed to have turned back into the seven or eight-year-old child with ugly horns on his head.
Hiding behind furniture, watching in horror as his mother abused his brother.
At that moment, he wanted to muster up the courage to rush forward to protect Markit.
But he couldn't do it.

"Lian Russ"

Monger murmured hoarsely, his voice carried to the ground along the insect's vibrating wings.

Some scenes appeared before its eyes, and the voices of angels rang in its ears.

Monger actually hates the normal humans in the Lower Nest, and also hates the high-ranking Upper Nesters.
They hate mutants and want to kill Monger.
Monger also hated them and did not want to save them.

Just because Market said they were going to save Asford,

Monger Monger always remembered the scene of Markit being abused by her mother.

It felt guilty about it and hated its own cowardice.

"Tell my brother I'm not a coward."

He stood up with a trembling body and walked towards the biomass pool step by step.
His pace became faster and faster, and he gradually changed from walking to running.

Monger couldn't help laughing.

He remembered his mother's warm embrace and the playfulness with his brother.
He remembered the dark and narrow lower nest room, the insane mother, the brother who endured the abuse, and him who was hiding and trembling.

Only this time, Monger rushed out from behind the furniture and stood between his mother and brother.

"And I died saving Asford."

Finally, Monger laughed and scolded the little bug beside his ear. He knew Ryan Russ could hear it.

Then, the sticky pool of biomass swallowed him. On the first floor of the government building,

Under the protection of a large number of plague zombies, Zhou Yun and Markit advanced steadily in the corridor of the government building.
A large number of Genestealers would rush out from the doors, windows, shadows, and pipes above our heads from time to time.
Want to launch an attack on Zhou Yun and Markit,

But without exception, they were either smashed into pieces by Zhou Yun, devoured by Markit's flies, or torn apart by plague zombies.

Along the way, Zhou Yun couldn't count how many gene stealers he had killed.

But the strange thing was that Zhou Yun didn't know why. He didn't feel tired at all.
Instead, he felt that his condition was getting better and better.

The energy is more focused, the muscles are full of vitality, and the reaction ability is getting stronger and stronger.
Zhou Yun initially suspected that it might be the appearance of Khorne?

But the winged figure in the white light denied this

Zhou Yun also vaguely realized that what nourished him was not blood, fighting, and killing.
But death, dark and cold death,

Pure, empty, death without new life,
It was as if the deaths of those gene stealers were nourishing Zhou Yun, so that he could bring more death.
Could it be that the Emperor really gave him a buff?
Does the Emperor rule over death?

Could it be that the kind father next door blessed me as well?
Just when Zhou Yun was thinking whether this feeling was his own illusion or a blessing from some god,

Markit looked at Zhou Yun and asked in a low voice, "What did Monger say just now?"

When Zhou Yun was at the entrance of the government building, he heard Monger's voice.

But then the bug stuck to his ear stopped moving, and there was no more sound from Monger.
Markit realized what this meant.
So he remained silent all the way until now when he suddenly opened his mouth to ask Zhou Yun a question.

Zhou Yun glanced at Market.
"He said, let me tell you, he's not a coward."

"Also, he died trying to save Asphodel."

To be honest, Zhou Yun didn't know what Monger had done.
Before you die, please explain the information clearly.
Zhou Yun frowned. Why did he feel like Monger might have set a trap for him?
Market's throat moved, and then she nodded.

"Oh." He said in a very light voice.

Suddenly, Markit stopped and looked at the dark corridor in front of her.

"My flies tell me someone is coming."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, listening to the footsteps approaching in the distance.

A bald woman with four propaganda officers and eight genestealer guards stood at the end of the corridor waiting for Zhou Yun.

The Genestealer Bishop's gaze fell on Zhou Yun.
It fell on Zhou Yun's cold and rational face under his golden hair.
"Oh it's you."

In the eyes of the Genestealer Bishop, the fire of psychic energy burned fiercely.
The scorching spiritual flames seemed to burn Zhou Yun to ashes:
"So it's you, Neos."

"I thought you were a devout believer of the Four-Armed God Emperor, but I didn't expect you to get involved with the corpse of the God of Plague."

"Who the hell are you, Neos!!!"

Facing the questioning of the Genestealer Bishop, Zhou Yun was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"I am Rogal Dorn."

(End of this chapter)