There are all kinds of heresies lurking within the empire, but there are a number of heresies, who hide in almost every corner of the empire like a cancer of the empire, from the wheat fields of the agricultural world to the deep bottom of the nest capital, these evil existences can be seen. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Cult of the Genestealers, a group of depraved heretics who have been infected by the genestealers in the Tyranid swarm and turned into inhuman creatures, are the most disgusting of the many heretics hidden within the Empire.

While it is not the responsibility of the Demon Inquisition to fight alien heretics, I have seen them in the darkness.

These hybrid xenomorphs may outwardly be indistinguishable from pure-blooded humans, but in reality, they have long since become hopeless monsters, at the mercy of Tyran's will, infecting civilians and armies, and corroding the foundations of the Empire.

It is extremely difficult to find out how these aliens differ from humans, and untrained ordinary soldiers can only detect them with the help of foreign objects, but for the Storm Troopers of the Inquisition, this method of identification is the most basic training.

The genestealer would make a cut in the ribs of their human victims and implant a padding inside to transform them into their minions, which only applied to the first infected, and they didn't even realize what was happening to them until the Hive Will activated the apostates.

Until they suddenly turned their guns and opened fire on their comrades, and threw themselves into the arms of the aliens.

This kind of vicious infection is spreading like a plague in the world of the Empire, and I should have been alert to it since Tyron appeared, and now all I can pray is that our luck is not so bad.

"Your Excellency." Jackson hurried over, his hot melt gun flat to his chest.

"How?" I asked.

"There are no infected people in the company, as for the civilians......"

Suddenly, the sound of a dense light gun exploded in my ears, and it was very close to me.

"Damn it!" I drew my power sword and raised my blast shield.

"Go check it out!"

As we emerged from the abandoned pipes of the Hive, we saw Richard leading a few warriors firing at a group of ragged men, several of whom I had just met, and the scorching laser beams burned one homeless after another, but soon more would rush in. To my surprise, there were several Hive Dwellers who also stood with Richard.

"What's going on!" I shouted in an attempt to stop the commotion, but then a few homeless people turned their heads and stared straight at me.

Their eyes are a chilling withered yellow, and there is hardly a trace of human expression on their faces, and the most chilling thing is that their bodies are rickety and thin, but they look full of a strange sense of power, and their heads are almost a circle larger than normal humans.

Then, a leading man suddenly let out a terrifying scream at me, his mouth opening at an almost unbelievable angle, and his eyes glowing dimly yellow.

Then, two guys jumped out of the crowd and lunged at me.

I swung my power sword and cut off the first person's head, then activated the oscillating force field on the blast shield and slammed it into the second person's head, a huge impact on Ya's head, but to my stomach, it was not blood that flowed out, but faint yellow pus.

"Be careful, Lord Reverend, these are genestealer mongreds!" Richard's shouts followed.

"The emperor is above, I can see it!"

I shouted in response, grabbing the claws of a half-blood genestealer sticking out of his chest, and then swung his power sword upwards, slicing the alien's claws, and the half-blood thief let out a wail and shrank back.

And I seized this opportunity and stepped forward to cut off his head with a knife.

"Jackson!" I shouted, and threw myself on the ground.

Then, a stream of blue, high-temperature chemistry rushed over my head, and then enveloped the eager half-bloods, who had turned to hot ash on the ground by the time I looked up again.

Still holding my weapon, I slowly stood up and shouted to Richard, "Now, tell me what's going on here, Richard, be brief." ”

Richard looked at the soldiers and civilians around him and sighed meaningfully.

"I'll do my best, Lord Reverend."

――――――― (Icy Forest) ―――――――

In the misty forest, it was cold and desolate, and the dead ancient trees were in the forest, hideous and desolate.

There is no breath of life here, only withering and loneliness, which is the only main theme of this field.

Suddenly, a different color fell on the twisted branches of a dead tree.

It was a snow-white crow with blue eyes, mysterious and uncharted.

"I said he wouldn't believe me, why would you do that?" The crow cries twice at the invisible mist.

"Ah, yes, I know, but even a few more times it won't change." The crow spoke as if to himself, its voice, which was less sharp than its kind, echoing through the air.

"I'm losing my patience? It's not a funny joke, it's just that I want to use my time more efficiently and do more constructive activities. ”

"I know he's an important player, but the future is so vague and I think you're too confident." The crow cried impatiently and flapped its wings twice.

"Well, I also know that this matter can't be rushed, don't worry, at least I'll let him get through this safely."

Then the raven spread its wings and flew, flying towards another part of the mist, never stopping again.

The cold forest is silent again.

- The Raven of Luke's Fate

"The flow of time is capricious, and only the Holy Tzeentch can see it."

Originally, Luke was just a psionic sigil from the Lord of Change, Huruk the Trajectory Usurper, with the lowest task - monitoring and gradually controlling the poor victims.

However, the Lord of All Variations seems to have other arrangements for his fate, and the way of change is beyond anyone's guess, perhaps a gesture, or a word of instruction, the change of fate has been planted, and that psionic imprint has awakened its own consciousness in a host that is supposedly almost unable to absorb the energy of chaos.

Unlike those demonic entities that walk in the world, and unlike those possessed demons that possess humans, Luke's way of existence is only to inhabit the spiritual realm of people, and does not cause any changes to the external appearance of the sojourner.

A pure white raven, now spreading its wings, announces the direction of the river of destiny. Dwelling in a forest of mist, plotting its secret plans that no one else knows, what he asks for, what he wants, he doesn't know.

The seeds have been planted, just waiting for the future, and will eventually fire and bear fruit.