The Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle led the soldiers through the edge of the fortress, the massive Astarte body did not hinder their silent progress, and with the support of the Barnard veterans, they could evade the encirclement of most of the so-called patrols, and the rotten eyeballs allowed the non-front-line troops to show their ability to detect worse than mortals.

As a guarantee of his patrols, the so-called "omniscient" Barnard is like a leader who carries a school of fish through the rapids, allowing Space Marines to cross the most difficult passes with minimal force, just as the mythical Father of the Gods sacrificed his eyeballs.

And the Master Chief of the Destroying Eagle was doing something else at the moment, his mind was feeling the complicated thoughts, he was diving into Jean Dan's groupthink, he saw many things, but he knew that it was fake, or unwanted, he needed to find something real.

As his body moved forward, his mind wandered, and he realized that the psionic will community here was interesting, and that Dan, an alien race, had a technique for materializing memories as psionic energy, which had been used to destroy human minds, but without the help of special technological creations, such psionic abilities were not more powerful than ordinary psychic beings.

But he found that there was a kind of gratuitous repetition in the chaos of knowledge here, that kind of memory was not important, not combat skills or the use of vehicles or driving engines, not tactical planning or analysis of enemy items, and knowledge of combat styles, but the memories of a family of four in a cramped room, tasting rudimentary artificial food with dilapidated furniture and utensils, and stealing memories inside the gray nest capital.

And this kind of memory spreads like a malignant virus, but for Jean Dan, such a virus is useless, but they all subconsciously carry this, and the Master Chief quickly understands that the source of such memories is the medium he speculates to exist.

He originally thought that this medium might be a special individual similar to a samurai bug, but reality told him that this medium was just an ordinary, possibly psionic talent, an ordinary person who had not yet been stimulated, maybe his brain? Maybe it's his soul?

Master Chief wasn't sure how Jean Dan would preserve the individual, but he followed the psionic network forward and quickly found the hub of the gathering, he was probably the first individual to get so close to Jean Dan's core will, but he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do.

Once this powerful race didn't need a medium, because the will to slaughter exists, now this race must rely on humans, and the presence of humans gives the Master Chief the opportunity to join this network and feel the intermingling of thoughts and psionic resonance.

According to his description, it felt like he was no longer lonely, full of peace and joy, but he also knew that if he did enter it, everything about him would be eaten up by those torrents and become a part of it.

Fortunately, he found his goal before his willpower was insufficient, the poor man was being passed through by countless thoughts like the center, he couldn't imagine the feeling, but the Master Chief couldn't help but sympathize with the poor man, especially after he had seen this man's ordinary life.

But he couldn't keep it anymore, because he felt it, let the master of Dan's will come, that individual was stronger than he could have imagined, he quickly withdrew from the link, and looked at the brothers who had already entered the fortress, said. "It's in the direction of 6 o'clock, not far, and I've learned how to cut off the links of those things, and kill the enemy directly when I encounter an enemy that can't be bypassed!"

His psionic talent was terrifying, beyond the human reliance on a single psionic system, and he had found a way to approach his goal silently, Barnard said uncertainly. "Your rune magic is weird, is there really no problem? Know that every byte takes time to verify. ”

Master Chief replied. "I have no choice, there is a poor man who needs me to rescue, that's all, let's go."

His kindness is touching, but this indifferent universe is not so kind, and when he approaches Nord's will, Dan is aware of his existence, and it, this powerful psionic being, has the ability to directly seize the will of the Master Chief, but it does not move.

Because it realizes Norden. Although Nord is a mortal with good potential psionic talents, he is not a psionic person after all, and secondly, the limitations of the mortal body are also there, and before he really has any connection with the subspace, this mortal can only barely use it.

But the non-commissioned officer of the Think Tank of the Destruction Eagle is different, it understands how powerful this individual is, even an ordinary Rang Dan's complete body is not comparable to his spiritual energy, that kind of power makes it salivate, if it gets this Astarte's body, Rang Dan in the lower nest can get a channel comparable to his own subject.

Greed outweighs danger, and it can accept that it has time and opportunity, but a body of this kind is once-in-a-lifetime, and it can sacrifice that mortal human for it, so it lets the Master Chief go.

And the usually smart and alert non-commissioned officer didn't feel that something was wrong, or he didn't want to let this risk break their plans, and at this moment, after he blocked the passage of the patrol Jean Dan with his psionic energy, the monsters showed confusion and helplessness, and he could imagine that such a feeling might be similar to pulling a fish out of the water.

And those monsters are quickly vigilant, but they have lost the will of the group, and this group of monsters is no longer a powerful, experienced warrior, but just an empty corpse of a modified human with physical strength.

After Barnard instantly turned the opposite side into a pulp with a shotgun, the warrior of the Eagle-Destroying used a chainsaw sword and a blaster to carry out a slaughter......

At the same time, Nord lay on the fluffy bed, just like he had been in the past, guarded by his doorway made up of rotting Imperial loyalists Stormtroopers and Red Pirate Astarte warriors, unaware of his danger.

But he wanted to sleep, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was no longer dark and sleepy, but the tens of thousands of gigantic creatures that he called the mythical worm constantly calling out to him.

In an instant, he saw a lot of knowledge, memories, and pictures that were happening now, he couldn't dream anymore, but when he closed his eyes and emptied his brain, he was living in a dream, he saw himself become a powerful space soldier who crushed a human's head with his fingers, and turned into a fully armed warrior shuttling through the woods, and a few days ago, he had not seen a truly vast world.

He saw huge stars hanging on the horizon, and in the sky so vast that it seemed to suck him into the sky, the pale blue giant's pupils, an unknown planet was watching him.

Sometimes he turned into a woman again, standing in the hall of an unknown academy, with his body straight, his hands behind his back, standing upright, for the person in front of him to observe what unit he was finally selected for.

Finally he saw his master, a faceless lord in a black robe, questioning him silently. "Why haven't you taken down the Imperial Guard yet? Why haven't you been infected yet? Why haven't you completed my mission yet?! ”

His forehead was sweating, his body couldn't help twitching, he wanted to open his eyes, but he felt that his body couldn't move, his whole body was trembling, but those things were false memories half-dreaming and half-awake.

A large amount of information hit his head, and finally, he got up from the bed in shock, and what made him most devastated was not these things, nor his "emperor's" accusations against him, but that he had not rested for three days, but he did not feel a trace of sleepiness.

And when he himself was not aware of his hunger, the dining cart was already being pushed by the soldiers outside the door, and the orderlies imitators he had made according to his memories were the men of the officers he saw, even as close to their faces as possible, and constantly under surveillance, bringing toilets or new clothes, food or drinks when he himself might not have felt the need......

There were natural wheat bread, artificial eggs, and Groomon bacon on the plate, just looking at this specification had reached the level of an Imperial Guard officer, and there were usually a large number of seized snacks and dried fruits, but he didn't realize hunger, or craving.

Now his thoughts are like transparent glass windows, like a pipe, countless things pass through his head, but nothing is left, but his poor and fragile life is read by countless Jean Dan again and again as additional information for information exchange, compared to the so-called lord or commander, now Nord realizes that he is only a medium.

When he tasted the eggs and bacon with his fork, he tried to ignore those things, and he forgot the reality that he was a prop, he was not so smart, and when he said that everything was for the emperor, he would immediately be firm again, until his tongue touched the food that should have been greasy and fragrant, but there was only a vague touch, and the delicacy that he had dreamed of eating was now tasting...... Tastes like chewing wax.

His brain has been penetrated by worms, and the sense of taste has been optimized as useless, because humans are complex creatures, especially their taste system, and humans are counted in the galaxy

The most complex taste and the widest range of recipes.

At least at the end of the 40,000 years of this cruel civilization, there are still many people in the empire who tirelessly explore the untouched world at the edge of the dark galaxy, just for a touch of delicious food.

For Nord, hunger and poverty accompanied him for almost all of his not long life, and eating was almost the most important ritual for him, and if people did not eat and did not enjoy eating, then human nature would begin to disappear, and as a living being, the most important function was to actively forage for food.

At this moment, Nord felt that his life was being shattered, his thoughts were becoming thousands of independent individuals, and his sense of touch as a human was also dissipating, was he still himself? When he remembered his family, his sister, his relatives, the people he valued, and thought that if he failed, then the Inquisition would catch them......

The innumerable knowledge of his head was telling him what the Imperial Inquisition was doing with traitorous relatives like him, he had seen his sister turned into servants, working endlessly, and he had seen his parents being tortured and shot, and then thrown into the factories of the nest capital to become food for his mouth.

During the short and painful stationing, he asked himself again and again, is there any way back? And the answer is, no, he can only conquer here, only obey the "emperor", a lot of knowledge has made him from an ignorant person to now know a lot of secrets, he actually already knows that the creature he is facing is definitely not the master of mankind, but he has no way back.

And after his meal, he had to face the increasingly anxious situation of the war, countless intelligence reported to him the severity of the war, the strong resistance of the Imperial Guard was ongoing, Riemanus became the bottom line of the defensive line, the heavy tanks covered the infantry trying to seize the place that Dan took, and the indiscriminate bombardment of the target by heavy firepower was even more terrifying.

And, of course, there's the Imperial Poison Blade, the super-heavy tank that's like a mobile fortress that fights fires all over the battle line, and with just one mortar grenade, mortals will turn into mud, and Space Marines will be cut off, the physical one.

They broke through the battle line again and again and were held by the poison blade again and again, lacking heavy firepower and long-term supplies, and he also needed to fight a long positional war with the remnants of the Red Pirates Astarte, and the massive loss of resources made the burden on the front increasingly serious, he must form a high-intensity breakthrough to completely contain the remaining Red Pirates Astarte and their mortal servants, and those large number of Rand raiders.

This was one of the few opportunities he began to tighten his front, and at the same time, he also received information that the Imperial Astarte broke through the defensive line, and the defense became one of his few options.

But in the next second, there was a violent sound of guns at his door, he recognized the sound, exploding bombs, he realized that someone had broken through the defense line of the fortress, he gathered most of the warriors in the vicinity, so that Dan's collective consciousness was very strong, he didn't understand why those companions didn't alert him at the first time, but he soon heard the wolf howl, and he felt creepy if he hadn't seen a beast.

Despite his terrible amount of knowledge, he had no experience and had not actually touched those things, and his mortal brain, which had been heavily modified by worms, was using all of its area to increase the amount of psionic energy that could pass through, making him even more under the control of the Lord of Rangdan in the lower nest.

It can be said that now is the time when he is most vulnerable, but at this moment he has a sense of security, a peace of mind that can be separated from the false life of pain and contradiction now, and accept judgment, born in pain, and die in peace......

But suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his head, and his consciousness was quickly broken, replaced by a "person" with purple uneasy psionic energy in his eyes, he stretched out his hand like a puppet, moved his body, and then waited for his prey with a strange smile, he looked for the next body, a psychic Astarte!

(End of chapter)