Chapter 702: Oh my, why are there so many bad guys in the Warp!

The dense forest belonging to Lion El'Jonson was being torn apart by twisted tentacles. The Hive Mind hissed and screamed, releasing His power.

The genetic sequence shaping this shell was so powerful that its genetic material itself was in a form unheard of by the Hive Mind. Even if not yet fully born, it could carry most of the Hive Mind's power.

The Hive Mind could feel that the molecular structure of that shell was snapping bit by bit, molecular bonds were disappearing, the material structure was becoming blurred, everything was dissolving, forming a larger, more incredible whole.

It was like a molting, becoming some kind of more transcendent existence.

The Hive Mind understood the changes happening on this shell of His from the knowledge contained in those genes.

Ascension, elevation, transformation, or to use a less accurate description: it was like a Primarch awakening his own Warp essence.

The Hive Mind was the Warp essence of that shell. The process of constantly injecting into it was like a Primarch awakening his Warp essence.

A god not born in the Warp was born in the reality dimension first, and then in turn became a god of the Warp.

Just like the Dark King, just like the Emperor, the Hive Mind could also feel that knowledge of the Warp was being born in His will.

He could feel that He had a place in the Warp; He could hear His own name.

Lord of Greedy Dissolution, Eternal Dragon.

He was hunger itself, the greed that covered everything. Just like the Eternal Dragon feeding on its own tail, His hunger was also destined to spread to Himself. After He devoured everything between the stars, the still-unsatisfied He would also inevitably continue to devour Himself, devouring Himself to nothingness.

This was the destined fate in the Warp. Every divinity had dual tendencies of destruction and self-destruction.

The God of Blood and War longed to ignite a war that burned the entire world, shedding every drop of blood, beheading every head, and finally offering His own blood and head to war.

The God of Corruption and Plague longed to let disease spread to the entire world, letting all things decay, all things be reborn, all things step into the triple cycle of rebirth, corruption, and death, and fall into stagnation in the cycle, and finally even He Himself fell into eternal corruption and dead silence.

The God of Change and Fate longed to let all things change, letting all good turn bad, letting all bad turn good, letting order collapse, letting chaos itself fall into chaos, but the final result of endless change was inevitably the collapse and overturning of everything, returning to heat death.

The God of Hunger and Pleasure longed for extreme experience, believing that the purpose of the world's existence was to let Him experience everything, enjoying endless sensory stimulation, whether pain, pleasure, sadness, or joy, He wanted to experience everything, but He would eventually feel bored with all experiences, discovering that only complete destruction had not been experienced.

The God of Revenge and Destruction harbored hatred for all things, trying to take revenge on everything within sight, burning everything to ashes, letting the entire universe be responsible for the suffering He had suffered, and finally He even hated Himself, stepping into unstoppable self-destruction.

The God of Creation and Craft tried to encompass everything between the universe, squandering His creativity without limit, but His creativity would inevitably lose control in constant climbing, and creations sufficient to crush stars and destroy the entire universe would inevitably be born in His hands.

Six madmen.

This was the Hive Mind's evaluation of the five existences circling in the Warp.

The God of Creation and Craft was infinitely close to birth but had not been born. He was the furthest from the fate of destruction and self-destruction.

The God of Hunger and Pleasure was the weakest. There were still many experiences in the world that He had not experienced. He was also far from the fate of destruction.

The God of Corruption and Plague was the most benevolent. He chose to let all things rot forever without dying, wandering between non-birth and non-death.

The God of Change and Fate was the most contradictory. He chose to split Himself, severing authority, refusing heat death in a way that made Himself weak.

The God of Blood and War was the closest to that fate, and thus He was the most powerful. He gave meaning to that splash of scarlet, thereby contending with the void of self-destruction.

And the God of Revenge and Destruction... He was already walking on that fate.

The Hive Mind issued a sharp hiss. He felt fear for this fate.

He would never get the satiety He pursued, only wandering in endless hunger, and finally biting His own tail and devouring Himself to nothingness.

But He could also feel the call from the Warp. He had no way back, and even instinctively began to approach the path of ascension, trying to start expanding His domain.

Especially when He saw Lion El'Jonson, seeing that Primarch and His inner self, He finally could not curb this impulse to eat.

Lion El'Jonson, Son of the Forest, His inner self was similar to the Eternal Dragon. He was the Ouroboros on fate, the beast that ate itself.

His tentacles pierced into Lion El'Jonson's essence, pierced into that forest, pressing toward Lion.

Sharp tentacles instantly tore the sky of that forest, cut open the earth, and pressed toward Lion El'Jonson, wrapped in hunger.

The Hive Mind tried to use the knowledge He had just acquired from the Warp to corrupt Lion El'Jonson, making him His daemon Primarch.

Sharp spikes rained down, pressing on Lion El'Jonson's kite shield. Intense hunger began to arise from Lion's body. Azrael and Zabriel were even more weakly kneeling on the ground due to intense hunger. Only Harel was struggling to support, helping Lion block those tentacles.

But the Hive Mind didn't care. This forest itself was Lion El'Jonson's mind, the reflection of his will and essence in the Warp. As long as He devoured this domain directly, He could corrupt Lion.

This was a unique characteristic of the domain occupied by the Hive Mind. Just eating was enough. There was no bewitchment, no anger, no infection, no depravity in the domain of greedy dissolution, only eating and being eaten.

Eating Him or being eaten by Him was a kind of corruption.

But in the process of eating, the Hive Mind sensed that there was a huge foreign object in this forest of Lion El'Jonson's mind.

The Hive Mind's gaze turned toward the old man in the lake.

That old man was aged, decayed, and dying. In the Hive Mind's perception, there was almost no nutrition in His body, but He was like a hard and withered grain of sand, stuck before the Hive Mind's teeth.

The Hive Mind issued a sharp scream, and dense shadow tentacles gathered together, stabbing toward the decaying old man like mouthparts.

The hideous mouthparts were getting closer and closer, but the old man still lowered His head, holding the fishing rod in His hand, shaking the hook in the water.

The Hive Mind let out a sharp shriek, and the dense, swarming shadow tentacles converged, stabbing toward the decaying old man like mouthparts.

"Hooked."

The old man smiled, and then gently raised His head, looking at the Hive Mind's hideous mouthparts, looking at the shadow wrapping the Hive Mind.

Light.

Bright light like a supernova explosion burst from the old man's eyes.

The Hive Mind's mouthparts, tentacles, and sharp blades were ignited in an instant, turning into scorching ashes and dissipating.

The Hive Mind issued a scream of horror. His vision was completely shrouded by scorching light. He could only feel the tentacles He had invaded into Lion's will being ignited one by one, destroyed one by one.

But in the bright light, He couldn't see anything, except for that lake, that small boat, that fisherman.

The lake was surging, but that small boat rode the wind and waves. That aged fisherman's figure gradually became upright. The thorns piercing the scalp on His head turned into a crown carved with an eagle. The coarse cloth robe turned into golden armor. The slender fishing rod was raised high, turning into a burning blade more massive than a star.

The sharp blade slashed down. The Hive Mind wailed and hissed, starting to burn scorching hot. Even those Tyranid organisms in the distant void that had not yet entered the galaxy were covered by flames.

Trap! Trap! Trap!

The Hive Mind twisted and wailed. He saw the true identity of that fisherman. ===== CHAPTER 703 =====

Trap! Trap! Trap!

The Hive Mind writhed and let out a wail; he had discerned the fisherman's true identity.