Gene stealer, one of the most terrifying creatures in the universe.

Their horror lies not in the claws that are sharp enough to tear through the Terminator Power Armor, but in its permeability.

The Genestealers are an offshoot of the Tyranid Zerg that came to the Empire as a vanguard long before the Tyranid fleet arrived in the galaxy.

Genestealers will find a way to grab sentient humanoids and stab them with their long tongues.

This tongue with a spiky tip is actually an ovipositor that can deliver "seeds" containing Tyranid genes into the victim's body.

These seeds will alter the host's physical and mental state within a few hours, causing it to forget about the infection process and automatically succumb to the will of the gene stealer.

At the same time, they also have a strong desire to reproduce and are desperate to find someone to have offspring.

These deformed offspring will become more like their hosts from generation to generation, until the fifth generation becomes atavistic and becomes pure-blood genestealers again, and then begins a new wave of infection.

In order to hide themselves, the uglier group of genestealers will lurk in the shadows of civilization far away, while those who are intelligent and more host-like will infiltrate all areas of their society.

And in order to attract a larger population for hybridization, they often disguise themselves as devout benevolent emperors, united by the need to save the poor and persecuted.

Some of these groups really considered themselves emperors, albeit four-armed, and were exemplary citizens of the Empire in their behavior.

But it's all just an illusion, and when their race is strong enough, they will summon the Tyranid fleet like a beacon with their psionic network, engulfing themselves and the planet.

And now, these pretending to be friendly gene stealers are apparently pulling into the group.

"Gene stealers? You mean the chicken thief?! ”

Old One-Eye's eyes widened, remembering the horror stories he had heard from other Astral Legions when he was on the troop carrier.

"Damn, Lao Tzu must not become that kind of monster. Die, Xenomorph. ”

Old One-Eye raised his laser pistol again and shot down the two genestealers.

"Oh, foolish man, why can't you live together peacefully and share in the light of the Emperor's lovingkindness?"

The old gene stealer shook his head regretfully.

"Kill them."

He stretched out his hand, and countless bullets were fired at the mussel-digging team.

As soon as Chu Zihang pulled out the dagger, he was shot into a hornet's nest.

Everything is nothing.

"Hah!"

Chu Zihang, who woke up from the death experience, panted vigorously, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

"It's gene stealers, and they must not be allowed to spread in the nest."

He shouted loudly, fumbling around for weapons.

"Calm down, Brother Chu Zihang, you're back."

Lu Mingfei put his warm, strong hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look directly at him.

In the calm and deep gaze of the battle group leader, Chu Zihang gradually recovered.

"I'm sorry, Captain, but this dream is too realistic."

He sighed.

"I understand that this is exactly what we need."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

Only if it is realistic enough that the person who enters the dream realm can experience a real mental trial, and not be treated as a virtual game.

"You've encountered a genestealer?"

When Chu Zihang was fully awake, he asked curiously.

Despite the abundance of genestealers throughout the Empire's borders, Lu Mingfei rarely interacted with these insidious bugs.

Because they are not very strong in combat, many genestealers don't even have decent weapons.

Although the single strength of the pure-blood gene stealer is strong, it is not an opponent of the regular army in a head-on confrontation.

Moreover, the nests of gene stealers are often in the lower layers of the nest, and the environment there is not conducive to the performance of space marines.

Therefore, the work of eliminating genestealers is generally carried out by the Imperial Ministry of Justice and the Alien Inquisition.

Unless a group of genestealers is discovered, the Inquisitor will consider whether to capture an Astral Legion or a Space Marine squad to be a strong man.

And considering the vastness of the empire and the scarcity of space marines, the probability of this situation is actually very low, probably about the same as the chance of laser gun failure.

In Lu Mingfei's more than 1,000 years of service, he has only encountered three or four times, and only once in the lower layer of the nest capital, and the rest of the time in the space scrap ship.

"Is that my memory of becoming a Space Marine?"

He asked.

"No, what I'm entering is a memory of your time in the nest."

Chu Zihang briefly recounted his experience in the dream.

"Old one-eyed, well, I seem to know this man."

Lu Mingfei whispered as he entered meditation.

After a moment, he opened his eyes.

"I think about it, it was an old Astral Army, and after retiring, he was forced to flee to the lower level of the nest capital because he offended the upper magnates. Although he has a bad temper and a bad name, he is still a good person. ”

Lu Mingfei recalled.

"I worked for him for a while, and then he said he had a big job for me to do, and I didn't do it because I was sick. I haven't seen him since. The place where we dig the grey mussels is indeed that patio, but we haven't encountered a gene stealer, why do you have such a dream? ”

He was a little confused.

"Is it possible that after being strengthened many times, the Dream Tapir can automatically construct a logically self-consistent world through the memory of the dream subject."

Fingal, who was listening, speculated.

"Well, it's possible. Go back and look into it with the vice-principal. ”

Lu Mingfei nodded.

The Night's Watch didn't have the patience to wait in the Norton Pavilion, and after seeing that the alchemy realm was working properly, he went back to his attic.

"Well, Captain, though, he's also a vice principal."

Fingal shrugged.

"Find Brother Chu Zihang to approve funds."

Lu Mingfei said bluntly.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll take it for him in time."

Fingal smiled.

The dream trial is over, and Fingal and the Childish Girl have put away all the relevant items for the next time.

The hall also resumed its normal activities, the punishment of the punishment, the training of the training.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang sat at the table and let the chefs on duty 24 hours a day deliver the food.

On duty here are Western chefs, both French and Italian.

He's figured out what his employers like when they eat with oversized pasta with basil bolognese and creamy mushroom bisque, complete with a bottle of chipot.

"Do you feel about going to the lower level of the nest capital this time?"

The two chatted while eating.

"We must not let the earth be like that."

Chu Zihang said solemnly.

Although environmental groups always say that the earth is seriously polluted, it seems that the little wrecking ball will be finished in the next second.

But compared to the unsustainable fishing of the nest world, the earth is already a garden world.

"Those planets didn't start out like that."

Lu Mingfei sighed.

According to some of the information he found in the Golden Age, the average garden world of the planet colonized by humans at that time.

Even a dedicated mining and industrial planet will create a very livable living environment for its occupants.

At that time, human beings had the technology, the resources, and the patience.

But that changed after the subspace storm caused humanity to fall apart, with more and more technology lost, aging equipment and production lines shut down, and humanity had to go back to destructive development in order to survive.

And after the subspace storm subsided, the emperor did not have time to carefully manage the planet in order to reunite humanity before the chaos evil god could make a move.

As for the emperor sitting on the golden throne, not to mention, whether the high lord can destroy the empire or not is already the emperor's manifestation.

"Are we going to the Emperor's Universe?"

Chu Zihang asked.

He really wanted to do something, especially when he thought of the screw-mutilated corpse and the old one-eyed man who had been blown up in front of the children.

"Maybe, maybe not, the emperor has his own arrangements. All we can do is clean the earth, and the powerful warbands themselves await the emperor's revelation. ”

Lu Mingfei replied.

"I see."

Chu Zihang silently stuffed a large mouthful of meat sauce into his mouth, the development of genetic seeds requires a lot of nutrients, and the amount of food is combat effectiveness.

Lu Mingfei looked at his forehead, the X-shaped sign was still glowing, it seemed that this dream trial was not enough to satisfy his appetite.

But it's also normal, for the evil god who has set off a war across the galaxy, this battle is not even an appetizer.

This dream trial was just an attempt, and Chu Zihang's performance basically met his expectations.

Although there are still some flaws in the strain, it is also caused by the environment being too unfamiliar, so it is good to get used to it.

The lower level of the nest is very good at forcing people to adapt.

"Ming Fei, do you have time to come over?"

Halfway through the meal, Ange suddenly called.

"Okay, five minutes."

Lu Mingfei looked at the food in the basin and calculated the time.

"Don't be in such a hurry, it's not an emergency."

Ange smiled.

He has basically mastered the communication skills with Lu Mingfei, and if he says that he is not in a hurry, he is really not in a hurry.

"Okay."

Since Ange said that he was not in a hurry, Lu Mingfei did not deliberately speed up his eating.

Although with the physique of a Space Marine, not too outrageous overeating will not affect your health, there is no need to find yourself unhappy.

Ten minutes later, Lu Mingfei arrived at the principal's office.

"Is the school board going to make trouble again?"

He asked preemptively.

"What? Oh no, of course not. ”

Ange was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"They're busy making trouble for the Gattuso family right now, and the school board was almost put to the brim, which is not a small crime."

He said with a wink.

"Will there be any substantive penalties?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"In two cases, if Gattuso can find out the culprit, it will probably be three glasses of wine, after all, he is the biggest funder in Kassel now, and it is not good to force it too hard."

Ange said regretfully.

Politics has never been the preserve of humans, and hybrids, like dragons, are full of political games.

"What if you can't find it?"

He could provide a lot of clues, but he certainly wouldn't give them to Gattuso.

Lu Mingfei's current perception of Gattuso is the same as his perception of many planetary governors in his previous life.

"If they can't find it, then their voice in the school board will decline for a while, and they will have to hand over some exclusive technology to make up for the mental loss of other school directors. And these technologies will be handed over to the Ministry of Equipment. ”

Ange said.

"When the technology is in place, please notify me."

That's good news, go back and take Fingal to the armament department to see if there are any warbands that can be used.

The wool of the Gattuso family is neither white nor white.

(End of chapter)