Chapter 183 Khorne Warrior
With the dazzling light, Ron's consciousness came to the hive network.
Due to the energy of the small sun, the entire honeycomb network emits a golden shimmer.
Large and small light spots gather in the virtual space.
Each point of light represents a life, and the soul nodes of tens of millions of chicken thieves and tens of millions of Eredar people are intertwined, like a bright galaxy.
Ron is the master here, and he can control all connected lives through the network.
He worked hard to find the marked soul nodes that represented the missionary saints, and then transmitted his consciousness through the soul nodes.
Explain simply.
He used his authority as a god to possess believers.
This is also one of the common tricks played by the subspace gods.
The old God Emperor likes to use this trick.
The light dissipated, and Ron passed through the passage on the soul node and came to the body of the missionary saint.
Of course, he is only consciously attached and observes the surroundings through the carrier's sight.
The physiques of those missionary saints were not strong enough to bear much of his power.
If too much power is poured directly into it, the huge psychic power will completely burn the carrier to ashes.
When the consciousness is attached, it will not affect the thinking of the carrier itself at all, and there will not even be any abnormalities.
It is equivalent to having an external camera on the body, allowing Ron to know everything they hear and see.
When Ron adapted, a child's voice came to his ears.
"Mr. Fran?"
Little Brown called Fran, who was suddenly absent-minded, and seemed a little worried.
"I'm fine, don't worry, just leave, the suppression force will be here soon..."
Flan came to his senses and urged.
As soon as he finished speaking, a shot of bullets swept over, and the numb workers around them fell one after another.
But the two were lucky and were not hit by bullets.
They were not very lucky. As soon as they arrived at the main nest, they encountered a cleaning operation by the suppressive troops.
Ron, who is possessed by Fran, feels like he is a 360° human camera, able to hear and see everything around him clearly.
It's like watching a live broadcast with any angle of view adjusted.
For example, the suppressive troops constantly pouring in from the front of the street and the rumbling armored tanks behind them.
Overhead is a huge community building composed of nearly ten thousand layers of fine gold and quick concrete.
These community buildings are stacked on top of each other in an extremely chaotic way, spreading densely into the deep steel sky.
They are laying a nest.
This hive is taller and larger than the main hive on Erth, and it is more chaotic.
While Ron was thinking, the situation changed.
The rebels launched a counterattack against the suppressive forces, throwing Molotov cocktails at them.
Those highly adherent chemical fuels contaminated the bodies of the suppressing force soldiers and ignited raging flames that were almost impossible to extinguish.
It seems organized.
Organized resistance is a good thing, so that these forces can be united to fight against the Sector Governor.
It would be trouble if this place was run like an iron barrel by the regional governor.
The resistance continues.
“Quick, fire the cannonball!”
The officer behind the team roared.
Soon armored tanks broke out of the flame blockade, rolled over the rebels, and fired artillery shells at them.
“Follow me!”
Seeing that the situation was not good, Fran led Little Brown and ran to a hiding place.
The shells exploded behind them, and many people were knocked down by the shock wave.
Suppressive forces advanced rapidly.
The rebels were not to be outdone.
They carried out high-precision anti-tank weapons and blew up the armored tanks.
Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for them to have such a weapon.
It seems that there are nobles or related forces secretly supporting these rebels.
Fight against the Moff by acting as a war agent.
Unfortunately, their strength is still not enough.
The support of the suppression force arrived. Several assault ships flew down from the steel sky and dropped airdrop pods on the crowd below.
These airdrop pods made of steel smashed many rebels into pulp, and even some unlucky soldiers of the suppression force were hit. The rebels looked at the drop pods in amazement.
In front of one of the airdrop pods, two rebel fighters raised their guns and approached cautiously.
Bang——
The hatch of the airdrop pod flew out, sending the rebel warrior flying to the opposite far wall.
Roar!
Then, the sudden roar frightened the remaining rebel.
He was grasped by the big blood-red hands stretched out from the airdrop cabin.
A soldier with red skin and blood-colored armor walked out of the cabin and forcibly raised it above his head and tore it into pieces.
The blood fell on the blood-red warrior's body, making him even more excited.
Ho ho ho!
The same blood-red warriors came out of the airdrop cabin one after another.
The melee weapons they all used brutally slaughtered everything in front of them.
Screams were heard everywhere.
Those blood-red soldiers were so ruthless that they did not even distinguish between friend and foe. Many soldiers from the riot control force were brutally murdered.
The momentum exuded by the blood-red warriors completely shattered the fighting spirit of the resisters.
The rebels began to flee.
But the blood-red warrior didn't let anyone go, and only saw killing.
They chased the scattered crowd.
“Damn, that’s a heretic warrior!”
Flan led Little Brown and was carried away by the crowd and ran away crazily into the distance.
The blood-red warrior was chasing after him, with scarlet blood rushing straight into his nose, and pieces of flesh and blood even splashed onto his back.
"Blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice!"
As the blood energy dispersed, the blood-red warriors became more and more violent, and their eyes revealed a scarlet light.
That is an indescribable pressure.
Any warrior facing them will feel timid.
Some ordinary soldiers were even frightened and fell to the ground.
On the assault ship in mid-air, the black-robed mechanic looked at the killing below, feeling slightly nervous.
These bloodthirsty warriors cost countless lives to create.
If he is not strong enough, the tyrant will skin him and remove his bones.
After watching for a while, the black-robed mechanic showed a satisfied smile: "The bloodthirsty warrior has reached the expected standards..."
In this way, he can obtain more resources to conduct larger-scale human experiments.
"Fuck!"
On the ground, Ron, who was possessed by Fran, looked at this horrific killing.
This familiar fighting style and violent emotional energy...
There is nothing wrong with being His.
Everyone in Ron is numb:
"Khorne warriors?
This is much stronger than the group of Khorne believers that were wiped out on Erth before. It seems to be as strong as a space warrior!"
That star sector Has the Governor played too much?
Is this thing touchable?
He only dared to play with alien chicken thieves and so on, but this guy actually directly created Khorne warriors.
And they were released to kill indiscriminately.
How heretical!
Ron originally thought that he would just collect a wave of Space Marines, and then just jump over with the Dream and push them sideways.
Unexpectedly, there were twists and turns in the middle.
He is worried about his offensive plan. It seems that the current level of preparation is not enough!
Even Khorne warriors have appeared. There is a high probability that there is a bigger guy hiding on this planet.
There won’t be any Khorne demons coming in by then, right?
It is necessary to adjust the plan, prepare for the worst and make targeted preparations.
Ron's thoughts flashed through.
I will think about this later when I go back. What is more important now is to save the life of the poor saint named Fran.
The Khorne warrior's cleaver was about to hit him on the head, and his life was hanging by a thread.
It took a lot of effort to infiltrate a few people, but we still have to rely on these people to obtain more information!
(End of this chapter)