"It's always a terrible thing to lose control."

King said, like a wanderer bidding farewell to the money line, and he stared at Booz, and in the distance, Kirkland ran to the ship humming a ditty.

"I know." Boz says that Kim will stay behind and fight the Bone Breakers with Alek while making sure Alek doesn't see any strange greenskins.

Kim shook his head.

"You're all children," said the mechanical sage, "haven't experienced that...... Kirkland was on a pilgrimage in the Milky Way, and he didn't see it. ”

Buzz's eyes are obscure, and he is still immersed in the self-incarnation of the Father of Genes into the Greenskinned Lord, leading the Greenskins to launch a shocking reality of the Great WAAAGH.

“…… The Pale Lord? ”

Buzz whispered the name, and a meaningful ellipsis was knocked out of Kim's monitor.

"That experience ......"

Motarian's first runaway ......

Dim, long corridors......, foggy, lonely, corpses, corpse

…… The surging regret and fear like the waves, the last struggle before falling into the abyss......

The primordial body revered by billions of people is nothing more than a prisoner of subspace authority.

After that, the Pale Lord was no longer preoccupied with construction, he had more urgent things to do, his own condition was deteriorating, he was impregnated with authority, instinct and desire, swallowed up, driven by his memory, his personality, his reason, his ideals, and his original intentions.

Mortarian, Kim thought, would never want to experience a runaway feeling once.

Kim said slowly, "I'll wait for the Pale Lord himself to tell you personally, but I'm sure you may be able to experience another ......."

Kington stopped,

"A miracle, or a calamity?"

Kim shook his head, "No matter what, you're going to have to go through it for yourself." ”

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Rumble!!!

Taryn crashed into the greenskins' building, and the flames exploded, sending smoke everywhere, and the massive buildings that had been stacked on top of each other slowly collapsed, sending up countless black smoke.

The swarms roared, struggling to tear at each other, trampling through the quiet corpses of the greenskins, completely abandoning discipline and driving with the most primitive instincts, they tore at each other, hunger always the first driving force.

He was hungry.

The essence of life is devouring.

…… Engulf...... Engulf...... Engulf......

The whisper rang in Hades' ears, soft and seductive, as if it resonated from the depths of his soul.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a soul.

The motivation for life comes from eating.

The long, menacing scythe mopped the floor, lightning stalked violently at his side, and Hades' other hand slowly raised and removed his hood.

The darkness cleared, revealing his pale, grim face.

The tyrannical beast roared and rushed towards him, and the scythe wind slashed out the full moon, and it rattled!

…… Hunger......

He can endure exhaustion, he can endure sickness, and he can endure never-ending responsibilities...... But he could not tolerate hunger.

This was the first ordeal he endured when he came into this world.

O Barbarus who is forever barren......

There was three years of starvation, and starvation was everywhere.

………………

"I'm not hungry,"

Hades scratched his head and looked at Herella embarrassedly,

Herella smiled maliciously, and lowered her voice,

"I know you and Kalas went to another village to borrow food today, so it's definitely not for you two to eat, right?"

Hades coughed twice in embarrassment, the kind of original body that can gnaw an acre of land in the field, and pull it up and eat it up.

"Eat, eat, if it weren't for you," Herella shoved the porridge into Hades' hand, and she looked back at her sister in the room, "We don't know if we'll survive." ”

The bowl in his hand was slightly hot, and looking at the porridge that was obviously not brushed with pot water, Hades swallowed.

…… He was indeed hungry.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

He lifted the bowl.

The warm liquid in his mouth gave off a reassuring feeling, and though it smelled of alien blood, Hades brutally wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, the shattered chitin carapace stabbing his face.

"It tastes good."

His palate, which was completely destroyed by Barbarus, apparently agrees with this.

Hades said, blinking as he stepped over Tyron's corpse, the scythe in his hand fanged.

…… Engulf......

He looked at the unharvested earth, he looked at the sky that was full of mist, and there was never enough food...... Bowls scraped clean again and again, farmland with failed harvests season after season, despair is long and slow.

That slow and long hunger.

Food is always the most precious.

Above the void, the greenskin space stations, which had lost their ground command, crashed uncontrollably into each other, and above the glimmer of the shining planet, within a safe distance, the Tyranid mothership was quietly levitating.

It's thinking.

The psionic command through the subspace is completely disabled......

Immediately afterward, a new batch of biological pods was delivered.

In the void, countless fleets were gathering, and on one of the ships, a raging flame flickered.

[Hunger,] said the fraudster, [Immerse yourself in the most primitive pain and desire, the logic of this world is devouring, Hades.] ]

Even the star gods survive by devouring, devouring energy, devouring souls, and devouring each other.

The bio-pod screamed through the atmosphere, and the surviving greenskins yelled for the sake of the Black Boss and jumped on the smoky bomber.

The bomber slammed into the biopod in the air, and the flesh exploded bloodily, sending a rain of metal and blood in the air.

The wind howled coldly.

The pheromones are released in the form of gas particles, and the leading node creature waves in a strange posture, its membrane-like wings soaring, but instead of flying, it lights up with a bright yellow warning color, rubbing harshly and screaming.

The new swarms begin to assemble.

Densely packed, earth-covered swarms began to assemble, converging in the form of armies, invisible Kuroshio surging beneath their feet, soulless insects exchanging messages with each other clumsily but adaptively.

After a short cry, the Tyranns attacked.

The monster that was prostrate next to the corpse of the bug, eating slowly raised its head.

His hand that had dropped his scythe was raised, and a tyrannical arc of lightning rose as darkness began to envelop it, and silvery droplets floated.

Thunder falls, green lightning and the aroma of grilled meat fills the nose.

The clouds began to gather.

…… Hunger......

Hades blinked, he stared at the roast horse meat in his hand, and his saliva flowed down uncontrollably.

He had long been hungry for the horses in the village, but unfortunately the villagers would not let him move.

The snort of the Callas guy was heard, trying to sell the skewers, but Hades was unmoved.

On the other side, the original body, who had never eaten anything good, looked straight at his eyes.

Thick clouds covered the sky, and among the layers of white clouds, muffled thunder rolled, and thunder roared like a dragon, striking the swarm of insects that crowded the land.

Countless creature pods rained down, and as they passed through the clouds, they turned into a raging rain of fire, lighting up the night like meteors.

The long and sharp feet stood up, and the mountain-like insect saint slowly got up, it screamed, and the bright and blazing plasma gathered, enough to flicker like a car.

The plasma that pierces the darkness erupts! Shoot straight at that sluggish monster!

On the other side of the gathering of darkness and thunder, the space was slightly distorted, different from the darkness that could not be seen as darkness descended, obscuring the gaze of the insects on him.

The plasma screamed through thousands of spaces, one line through the other, but it was as if nothing had hit.

The Worm Saint hissed, subconsciously taking a half-wrong step backwards, and it shook its massive head in an attempt to find the figure of its enemy, and the slow transmission of information with its fellow citizens was even more uncomfortable.

The clouds rolled, the dragons showed one end, the ground beneath them began to tremble, the light of the sun was quickly swallowed up by the mist, and the swirling darkness enveloped the Tyranns and concealed the forms of their enemies.

[You're hungry,]

The fraudster said, [Hunger slowly tumbling up, and you are angry because of it.] ]

[You have come so far, so long, and yet you have not fulfilled even your original, insignificant, and only wish of your own. ]

…… No ...... of granules

Hades, who was still a child, stood on tiptoe and looked at the rice jar, where there was nothing at the bottom of the ash.

He began to understand the old people who used to hoard food at home.

It's a big world, but you can't feed a single one.

Cracks climbed the earth, cracking like parched farmland, and the lava in the depths of the planet tumbled, and heat rose from the ground.

He was hungry.

The barren psionic connections of the Tyranids were no longer enough for him, the emaciated bugs, their shells without full, full souls.

He needed to eat something else, or to keep eating, his appetite was expanding, and when he woke up, he never really had enough.

The still alive greenskins fell into the gap in the earth, and darkness quickly enveloped them.

Inadequate.

Not enough, he thought, not at all.

His tentacles reached out into the starry sky, devouring the power that gave him enough power to conquer the rules, and brilliant orbs of light emerged from the void and crashed towards the ships that were making the Tyranns.

It made him even hungrier.

In a trance, he saw something, and using the radio waves, Hades gave his own command.

Hades began to nostalgic, nostalgic for those well-fed years, which were wonderful times...... Hazy and distant.

He was standing in the dining room.

Hades blinked, and he sat at the dining table, in front of a spoofed Mona Lisa, the woman's face completely blackened, like a bottomless black hole.

Mona Lisa was looking at him with a smile.

Hades expertly picked up the knife and fork, and between the white ceramic plates were sliced green mushrooms, with large stems and caps exuding a charming aroma, which looked like they had been well cultivated by people.

On the other side, the buzzing insects made unpleasant noises, and their fat shells could only squeeze a few saps, much to Hades' displeasure.

He waved his hand, trying to chase them away.

Not knowing if Motarian was there, or if Magnus was there, Hades thought blankly, it seemed that he hadn't seen them for a long time, were they okay? He felt hungry.

The radio waves jumped.

Lightning and flames lit up.

He was hidden in the darkness.

The Taryns hissed and roared, and he watched them scatter and gather in panic, like real, panicked swarms, and he watched the bugs,

Every Taryn is looking for him, how can they find him? The Star God has the ability to bend reality, and only the technology of the Space Necrons can glimpse it...... Or a glimpse from the subspace, but the Kuroshio rolls and the subspace retracts its gaze in displeasure.

This is the miracle of the mad fantasies of the Lord of Mankind.

The combination of the star god who controls the rules of physics and the black hole that devours subspace really makes the emperor of the past believe in the monster he created?

The deceitr giggled, the subspace demigod and his promise so pale at this moment.

He teased the Burner Fragments, who had long since lost their minds, and phantomically tricked the Tyranns into placing them in their proper places.

Of course...... And a little surprise......

When the deceitr saw the two cuties, it was the final blow to the dehumanization of the Hades, who had completely sunk into lust, and the deceitr received the radio waves from the ground.

[…… Blake Butcher, bring Magnus over. ]

The fraudster saw the two-man farce on the green-skinned boat, and the god of jackals raised his hand, and the curtain thickened, and Magnus, returned to stone, slammed down on the deck.

Blake bent down and picked up the psionic stone.

Covering the wound in his abdomen, Hades slowly but surely walked to the shuttle docked on the deck.

Magnus's desperate cries still echo,

[Hades is not in the right state right now!! Blake ——! When he was sober, he would not give such an order!! 】

Blake's footsteps did not pause at all,

[What's the difference between you and those descendants who followed after the fall of the primordial body?!] Black?! Blake Butcher??!!! 】

[I've talked to you about Hades' state being wrong - you know what kind of state he's in now - why do you want to ——!!! 】

Blake struggled to push open the hatch, and he sat inside.

【Foolish !!! The Crimson Giant roared.

Blake starts the engine, and the thrusters roar.

The fraudster smiled, a surprise.

He watched as the slaughter of the Tyranns cracked, the Worm Saint colossus caught between the cracks, struggling to fall into the lava, the Worms harvested by lightning, pillars of fire and darkness, their sheer numbers consuming it without providing it with energy.

Above the soulless green-skinned corpse, dreamlike orbs of light appeared between the Tyranid fleet, pulling them towards the earth.

After a violent jolt, the Tyranid ship carrying the Fraudster and the Burning Man began to sink slowly.

Together, they fell to the earth.

……………………

There was a knock on the door.

Hades, who was holding the bowl, froze,

"Enter," he said, concentrating on the bowl in his hand.

An unfamiliar face entered, and he sat across from Hades, draped in gold satin.

[Are you hungry?] ]

The fraudster asked.

Hades raised his eyes nonchalantly, glanced at him like a neuropath, and said nothing.

[I'm curious, what does my taste like?] ]

The fraudsters say.

[I'm just devouring.] ]

Hades said.

[I can't taste it.] ]

[The first priority of survival is to live, and taste is only an additional existence.] ]

[I just want to survive and then prosper my race.] ]

The fraudster stared at Hades, [but you're hungry right now.] ]

Hungry to the point of being eaten by appetite.

Hades stares at his bowl,

[I need sir to deposit.] ]

The Fraudster looked at the ground that began to burn, and the blackstone cage to which he was attached began to disintegrate, and he heard the roar of the burners, and the Tyranids who screamed in the flames.

[You shouldn't be called Hades, it's the civilization and meaning imposed on you by the lower-level creatures,]

The fraudsters say,

[Just as they insist on calling me, you should call ......]

[The Great Devourer.] ]

(End of chapter)