What Soshyan saw was an Ada child who seemed to be combined with part of the Tyranid chitin layer. He was standing barefoot on the ground wearing a simple gown. Various expressions were superimposed on his immature face. Even though the prophet dome at that time had long since dried up and died, it was still extremely alive and flowing freely with all kinds of breath.
A gust of wind ruffled the hair on the side of Veronica's face. She walked forward with a smile, and under the somewhat blank gaze of the child, she knelt down and opened her arms to hug him.
"Child, from now on you will be called Bandaram."
".Yes.Mother."
The conversation between the two was so natural, as if they had met before We are already familiar with each other.
Immediately afterwards, Veronica stood up with the child in her arms, turned to Soshyan, pointed at her and smiled:
"He is your father."
The child looked at Soshyan. Shiyang's eyes were a little frightened, Soshiyang smiled and stretched out his arm, and Veronica let the other person sit on his arm.
".Father"
Soshyan also did not expect that the collision and combination of Ada's many souls and Tyranid psychic brainworms would eventually give birth to such a consciousness. What kind of thing is it? Woolen cloth? A subspace entity? Or is it the unique soul of Ada?
Or, a unique Tyranid?
But there seems to be no point in worrying about this. Although it woke up before, its consciousness was still in a hazy state similar to that of a baby. It was Veronica, as a mother, who guided it from its newborn state of chaos. came out, and it also instinctively regarded Veronica as its gestator. This is a deep spiritual connection.
"Veronica, what are you going to do with it?"
Hearing Soshyan's question, Veronica thought for a while and then replied:
"Just stay with me. Such a unique existence cannot be allowed to run around, right? What if there are some secrets we don't know about?"
"I heard that Tyranid creatures will be connected to their Gestalt consciousness no matter what. The biological sages in Ulanhuda are also solving this problem. Will it also have this hidden danger in the future?"
" Probably not. Its consciousness structure has undergone subversive changes. You can even regard it as a small moving eternal circuit, an eternal circuit that produces self-awareness."
"So. It won't be too afraid of demons?"
"Theoretically, it is, but it will still be instinctively afraid of the enemy's servants, which needs to be corrected through guidance."
"Ha. , I feel like you judged it to be harmless at first sight.”
"Yes, we are in its conscious world. If it resists at all, I can feel it immediately. In fact, it welcomes us."
"Then why does it attack me as soon as we meet? "Because you showed a threat. It acted instinctively. It would naturally fight back when it felt threatened. Including the Tyranx-like hunger consciousness you felt was the 'roar' it used to protect itself. , just like a child trying to scare off his opponent with his limited means."
Soshiyang touched his nose and looked at Bandaram who was holding his arms. He joked:
"It is not simply scared off. If it were another person, I would have been crushed by it. Alas, does it still retain the memory of being a brainworm before? Or tell us something Regarding Tyranid intelligence, I have always had a hunch that the Tyranids will soon cause huge waves in the galaxy. Bangura also did a data analysis for me. Since the first Tyran war, there have been and... The reported number of Tyranid fleets has been growing, but the growth numbers were relatively stable before, but they have increased almost exponentially in the past fifty years. This may be a precursor to an unprecedented Tyranid disaster.”
Veronica thought for a moment and shook her head.
“It is very afraid of touching this part of the fragments of consciousness, although it does still retain a little bit. In fact, I am considering clearing this part of the fragments of consciousness. Maybe you can find something from it.”
When a thick gel-like substance appeared in Veronica's hands, Soshyan was suddenly surrounded by a cold and hungry cold wind, and then he began to observe the world through a pair of eyes that did not belong to him .
In the dark void, there were countless existences densely distributed. Although there were no reference objects around, Soshyan subconsciously judged that they were very large and huge. Their bodies were composed of undulating spines, fins, wings and rigid bodies. Composed of hard jaws, they are like schools of fish in the sea, swimming in extremely dense formations in the endless darkness. Their scale makes Soshyan feel dizzy. They are simply countless. Even in the universe, it seems that they cannot be seen. To the end, what they are facing is a faint gray light, or a place composed of countless smaller lights.
It should be called, the Milky Way.
They come, with eternal greed and hunger, and a hatred that Soshyan can feel.
What does 'it' hate?
But Soshyan can feel that as a whole, it possesses unimaginable terrifying power.
It is a very unique feeling. It is difficult to describe in words what the spinning of destiny looks like. Even the complex and precise Eldar language still cannot express it.
Even spiritual communication and shared memories can only barely touch this feeling. It is so elusive that all subjective impressions will be drowned in an instant. It seems that only the pure mind can understand it.
But Soshyan gained the credulity he needed. Just as the remaining fragments of the brainworm's consciousness are part of the Hive Fleet, the Hive Fleet seems to be a fragment of a larger overall will, just a tentacle of something much larger. And this thing is completely beyond Soshyan's understanding.
Suddenly, the scene changed. Their numerous jagged mouths opened and spit out a lot of smaller shapes, which landed on a planet. 'It' was spreading deadly weapons onto the ground. , that is thousands of hungry beasts.
Scenes of the death of many worlds appeared like a tide, and its greedy desires washed over Soshyan's heart, just like the sea water lapping at the foot of the cliff, trying to erode their foundations and wash them away.
But Soshyan's consciousness easily blocked such pressure, and he continued to use his mind's eye to observe the information in the disappearing fragments of consciousness.
The thinking of this creature is really horribly monotonous. It can only swallow. It swallows the genes of many races such as Orks, humans, and Eldar. It constantly transforms itself and becomes more powerful. They have perfected their own forging. Not only to devour more races, but also to destroy the entire galaxy.
No wonder Bangura often said that the Tyranids are a kind of alien that is both miraculous and terrifying. If the empire really will fall one day, then there is a high probability that it will not come from Chaos, but more likely from this kind of thing that they have not understood until now. A devourer of the morsel of truthful information.