This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 69 Mei a Poet

The entire upper nest area fell into a brief chaos.

Almost instantly, the infected and the cunning ones fell into hysterical madness.

"No, what is this, what have I become?"

"My child, where is my child, no, meat, ugh, that meat—"

The less severely affected infected people fell completely into madness after the hallucinations were broken, and the highly mutated ones began to flee in all directions after a brief period of confusion.

The Great Sharks began to clean up the remnants of this chaos.

Arthur shook off the flesh and blood on his hands, closed the backpack completely, and came to the Cardinal Sanctuary which had not been destroyed yet.

740 M41-P·am 11:42-Location: Pierrede Prime - Upper Nest Administration Hall

[Mission: Hunt down psychic node creatures. (Completed)]

"Master Ya is really good at dealing with psychic units."

In the Mechanical Temple, standing among a pile of scalded chickens, Ramses, who had been keeping an eye on Arthur and Karna, couldn't help but sigh.

This psychic resistance is so high that it is almost abstract. Those who don’t know would think it is an untouchable.

"I told you not to worry. Throw them into the enemy group. You should be worried about the other side. My psychic runes haven't been activated yet."

He spoke to Romulus beside him, and casually dispersed the faint green light in his hand.

The psychic spells of this pure-blooded chicken thief are also very useful, especially when roasting the chicken thief itself. It can spread along with the chicken thieves' psychic network, and one shot can perform barbecued brains on the spot for non-node chicken thieves within several kilometers.

He then tried it on the demons in his 'park' in the warp who were still copying various warp knowledge for him.

ahhh-

Waves began to appear in the subspace that was gradually covered by shadows.

Several Tzeentch pink demons were baptized by this fiery power. After screaming, they began to copy even more diligently, adding the note that "the other demons are wrong."

Damn, the nine demons wrote completely different things.

Ramses narrowed his eyes and immediately decided to let those Nurgle demons who behaved well deal with these guys who didn't tell the truth.

"That's great confidence, keep it up."

Romulus did not spoil the fun. It was just like when he was the fountain commander in the past when playing games. If his friends played well, he would just shout "awesome".

Reviewing a game is not something you should do to spoil the fun right after you win.

"Each unit reports its own status."

He asked from the newsletter.

It will be easier to contact Arthur after the plasma smoke dissipates.

It is also a secret that the four of them can communicate with each other without any media.

"Clearance of the area is complete."

Orlando responded first, then looked at the silent veterans beside him with awe.

Their marksmanship was so accurate and their reactions so quick that Orlando couldn't figure out how they could develop such firepower capabilities other than years of hard training and accumulated battlefield experience.

Following Orlando, reports from all sides followed.

After losing the psychic connection with the pure-blooded chicken thief, these aliens lost their combat effectiveness in an exaggerated way. Many aliens even showed inconsistent movements, as if their consciousness had just matched this body.

Thinking of the desperate expressions on those miserable lives who still thought they were human beings when their illusions were shattered, Romulus sighed softly and marked the threat level of the chicken thief in red in the archives.

Once genetically contaminated, there is no hope. Even if the influence is temporarily eliminated, subsequent mutations will completely change the thinking of the infected people.

Once the pure-blooded chicken thieves appear, these infected people will become the most deadly existence to the normal humans around them.

Worse still, this population is able to seamlessly intermarry with normal humans, capable of altering the demographic makeup of a region in just a few generations. "What do you all need to do next?"

Romulus was the first to speak his mind.

"I prefer to prioritize establishing a stable top nest environment, gathering the Empire's resistance forces, then investigating the source of the Chaos contamination and dealing with the Word Bearers threat. This way, whether we intend to recapture the planet or evacuate after completing the mission, we can deal with it calmly."

"I will be sending agents to investigate the Chaos contamination, and I will need your assistance during this time."

Aglaia spoke quickly and concisely.

Her purpose was very direct, which was to kill Lao Deng who dared to deal with the devil.

"I need to look up information inside the temple. This is related to whether I can get what I want on this planet."

Cawl said quickly, "I will deploy the Automata and Skitarii to defend the Temple. You can establish a stronghold around the Mechanical Temple."

"We listen to the adults!"

Orlando shouted back, completely forgetting that they were here because of a deal with the Mechanicus.

The pastor's hands trembled, and he regretted that he was too slow to cover his mouth.

Marshal, there's a reason you were kicked out of the Brotherhood of the Sword twice.

"Very good, then we will prioritize clearing the Mechanical Temple area, establishing a stronghold there as the center, and dispatching reconnaissance forces to the Forge World area. The Inquisition will be responsible for this."

Romulus agreed.

Everyone reached a consensus.

That is, don't go in before you understand the specific situation at the bottom of the hive and inside the forging world.

If we really rush in headfirst, even ten more battle groups won’t be enough to fill the gap.

"Romulus."

Arthur's voice rang out, and communication had been restored.

"I think you need to see this."

In the solemn marble hall of the Ministry of the Interior, metal fingers smelling of engine oil were wedging the signal plug-in delivered by Kaul into the interface of the Thinker.

As the data stream hummed, the images captured from the Empire's blood vessels were transformed into holographic projections and projected onto the retinas of the Allied commanders.

This is the surveillance matrix buried deep beneath the Imperial Ministry of the Interior.

Those cunning fellows still have something. When the core of the Ministry of Military Affairs was reduced to ashes in the war started by the Word Bearers, they were able to reconstruct a similar surveillance network on the ruins of the Ministry of Political Affairs.

Many areas were destroyed by the shock wave of the explosion, but those nodes that relied on physical lines to survive were still faithfully transmitting the pulse of the planet that was about to stop beating to the thinker.

The images dancing on the light screen at this moment are enough to leave even the most knowledgeable warrior speechless.

In the surveillance footage, apart from some scattered empty areas, there are mostly silhouettes of battlefields tearing through the horizon.

Plasma flames licked the Gothic spires, the wreckage of automatic turrets hung suspended in a storm of explosives, and corpses wearing various armors lay like dolls torn apart by children at the feet of the once sacred statue of the Emperor.

On one side are beastmen, mutants, and scattered demon wizards.

It's all chaos.

On one side are humanoids with pink skin, an abnormal number of limbs, and the least mutated being a shiny bald head.

They are all cunning.

They fought in the upper hive, in the lower hive, and in the wilderness outside the hive.

The sky was filled with deafening gunfire and blood was splattered.

None of them are human.

(End of this chapter)