Chapter 68: Since You See the Patriarch, Why Not Bow?

Meng Ge saw the xenomorphic demigod crouching beneath the tower-like Warp engine.

Meng Ge almost vomited from the impact on his mind.

It was a massive beast nearly six meters tall, with six limbs and a tail, deep purple skin, and covered from head to toe in layers of angular chitinous armor.

That large, deformed head was slender and triangular, and on both sides of the skull stood beast eyes as thin as knife cuts.

Those eyes were filled with thick malice, hatred, depravity, and greed.

Its sturdy, lizard-like legs crouched on a giant pipe beneath the Warp engine, two giant three-fingered claws capable of tearing apart vehicles stabbed into the metal pipe, while the other two spread out like wings at its sides.

This creature seemed not to be a creation of the mortal world, not like a life that could be conceived in the galaxy.

It seemed to be some deep malice from a darker deep space, the spokesperson of some larger will in the hive city.

Just the moment he saw the monster, Meng Ge felt bone-chilling fear, his legs couldn't help but tremble.

The others around were also stunned in place, powerful fear impacting their hearts.

Most people had their mouths wide open, scared to the point where they could only emit silent wails.

This was a gap in the level of life; that monster was definitely not something mortals could match.

Meng Ge even had the thought of running away; he felt quite powerless.

He seemed to have returned to his childhood when his horns had just grown out.

His crazed mother rushed toward them with pliers and a kitchen knife.

Margit held onto their mother's thigh tightly, getting his head broken and horns cut off by her.

While Meng Ge could only hide behind the cabinet, helplessly watching his brother being abused, sobbing silently.

The slug-like parasite in his chest wiggled constantly, the slight pain stimulating Meng Ge's nerves, making him wake up slightly.

No, no.

This time he was not powerless.

Meng Ge bit his lip, filthy blood flowing out and hanging by his lips.

As long as he was injected with corruption genes by that monster's mouthparts, he could reverse-corrupt its genetic sequence...

Meng Ge composed himself, suppressing the fear in his heart.

But most of the others around him had reached their limit of endurance.

Meng Ge was certain that as long as one person started to collapse and run, this group would fall into chaos——————

"SILENCE!!!"

A voice filled with powerful psychic energy spread through the loudspeaker to the entire underground palace.

Meng Ge felt the fear in his heart actually suppressed in an instant.

He looked in the direction the voice came from; beneath the Patriarch's right claw, the Four-Armed Emperor Bishop stood there, holding his scepter high.

"This is the first prophet, the living saint of the Four-Armed Emperor, the core of our brood and the ancestor of our genes!"

Strong psychic energy mixed with the hive mind among the Genestealers pressed down on everyone present.

"Since you see the Patriarch, why not bow!"

Through the loudspeakers in the hands of the preachers, the voice filled with a powerful hive mind pierced into everyone's brain.

A trance appeared on the faces of the people around Meng Ge; even Meng Ge felt that the things before his eyes were becoming blurry.

The dark underground palace seemed to turn into a holy church lit with incense, the brilliance on the Warp engine seemed to turn into the colorful light falling from stained glass.

The Four-Armed Emperor Bishop turned into a holy priest, and the Genestealers distributed around turned into the Emperor's death angels.

And the six-meter-tall six-limbed monster standing on the pipe also began to become holy.

The pipe beneath it turned into a throne covered in scarlet velvet.

Two of its four sharp claws began to grow white feathers, turning into angel wings shrouded in holy brilliance.

The deep purple skin turned snow-white, the triangular head became handsome, and bright golden hair grew on the bald head covered in chitin.

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying monster turned into a noble angel with wings, sitting high on the scarlet throne.

Those eyes filled with malice, hunger, greed, and cunning suddenly became gentle and holy, as if containing love for all living beings in the mortal world.

An angel! A great angel is watching over them!

Meng Ge was so excited he was about to cry.

Angel, oh lord of our innocent sacrifice.

For all the deformed, you come to bless.

For all the horned, you come to accept.

For all the blasphemous, you come to promise.

To be born sinful is to be born blessed.

Your mercy will erase all differences, merge us into one, and grind away our base sins.

Praise the sacrifice of my lord, we will also be with this noble sacrifice.

A group of swollen, rotten, and fat ridiculous little creatures were screaming urgently in Meng Ge's mind.

They told Meng Ge that what he saw was just a shameless and greedy bug.

It is not the offspring of the cursed, not that perfect angel, not the ninth.

The parasite in Meng Ge's chest tore at his internal organs, making him suddenly wake up.

Meng Ge covered his chest, enduring the pain and looking ahead.

He had already walked through most of the underground palace in a half-dream, half-awake state; that six-meter-tall Genestealer Patriarch seemed close at hand.

A chill rose in Meng Ge's body.

That psychic energy just now was so powerful, it was definitely not something the Genestealer Bishop could release on his own.

It must be that the Patriarch used some means to strengthen its psychic energy through the hive mind of the entire brood.

Sure enough, just like Leman Russ said.

Meng Ge remembered the words Zhou Yun said last night.

Genestealers formed a kind of hive mind through psychic links.

Under the control of this will, Genestealers were bewitched by hallucinations and cognitive distortions, always believing they were true humans and pious believers.

And the Genestealer Patriarch was the core and controller of the entire hive mind, the core of all psychic links.

As long as the Genestealer Patriarch was killed, the hallucinations and cognitive distortions covering all Genestealers would briefly disappear.

Looking at their deformed bodies and remembering those crazy blasphemous acts, they would surely fall into chaos.

The opportunity lay within.

But after Meng Ge walked two steps, he found something wrong.

Huh? Strange? Why did the people in front stop before reaching the Genestealer Patriarch?

Why did the Genestealer Patriarch seem to have no intention of injecting corruption genes?

Why were there fewer and fewer people in front of me?

Meng Ge blinked blankly.

As the people in front of him became fewer, he gradually saw the things before his eyes.

In front of the crowd, in front of the Genestealer Patriarch, was a huge pool.

The pool was full of foul-smelling gray-yellow thick liquid, bubbling with organic gas from time to time.

The crowd bewitched by psychic energy looked dazed, falling into the pool with serene expressions.

Their flesh, skin, organs, and bones began to decompose the moment they fell into the pool, turning into pure biomass thick liquid and merging into the pool.

Meng Ge held his breath, looking at the things in the pool with an expression of disbelief.

In the biomass pool, a terrifying figure more like a swarm than a Genestealer, and even larger, was crawling.

That figure was stretching its four sharp blades in the pool water.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 69 =====