Chapter 72: I Am Rogal Dorn

In the basement of the government building,

the Genestealer Patriarch seemed to perceive something, staring fixedly at the entrance of the underground palace.

It suddenly turned its head and looked at the Genestealer Bishop.

The Bishop seemed to have received some order, bowing respectfully to the Patriarch.

Then she left the underground palace with four preachers.

Meng Ge knew they were going to intercept Leman Russ and Margit who were attacking the government building.

It was about to be born, just a little bit more...

Meng Ge looked at the Tyranid beast in the biomass pool water whose body was becoming increasingly strong.

Most of the other Tyranid organisms around had decomposed, and the biomass that made them up was taken to nourish this giant beast.

Meng Ge estimated that in seven or eight minutes, this Tyranid giant beast would be perfectly born and descend.

It was too late to stop it; even if the birth of this giant beast was interrupted now, it would only make its body less perfect.

Damn it, if only there was a chance to inject corruption into the Genestealer Patriarch's body,

let the parasite in his body burrow into the flesh of that damn parasitic demigod, making that Genestealer suffer corruption...

Suddenly, Meng Ge was stunned.

He found that he had fallen into a blind spot in his thinking.

He indeed had no way to get close to the Genestealer Patriarch and inject the Nurgle corruption in his body into it,

but he could inject this corruption into the Tyranid giant beast in the biomass pool before him.

Meng Ge's body couldn't stop trembling, trembling with excitement, and also trembling with fear.

This biomass pool could indeed decompose flesh, but after all, the main work was still to manufacture Tyranid organisms.

The corrosiveness shouldn't be too strong.

Part of the parasites in Meng Ge's body should be able to survive.

Even if the parasites couldn't, he still had a large number of supernatural viruses in his body.

These viruses from the Plague Father had both material and Warp transmission properties.

They could follow the biomass absorbed by that Tyranid giant beast, silently invade its body, and corrupt its xenomorphic flesh.

But how to inject the supernatural viruses in his body into the biomass pool without being discovered?

For such a massive and powerful giant beast, the amount of virus needed to corrupt it was extremely large.

And the Genestealer Patriarch was staring right in front of him; Meng Ge almost had no chance to release the virus...

Unless...

Meng Ge looked at the biomass pool before him, looking at the crowds constantly jumping into the biomass pool.

A somewhat miserable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Meng Ge seemed to have turned back into that seven or eight-year-old child with ugly horns on his head,

hiding behind the furniture, watching his mother abuse his brother with fear...

At that time, he wanted to summon the courage to rush up and protect Margit,

but he couldn't do it.

"Leman Russ..."

Meng Ge muttered in a hoarse voice, his voice transmitted to the ground through the vibrating wings of the bug.

Scenes appeared before his eyes, and the voices of angels rang in his ears.

Meng Ge actually hated those normal humans in the lower hive, and also hated the upper hive people who were high above.

They hated mutants and wished they could kill Meng Ge.

Meng Ge also hated them and didn't want to save them.

It was just because Margit said they were going to save Ashford.

And Meng Ge... Meng Ge always remembered the scene of Margit being abused by their mother.

He felt guilty for this and also hated his own cowardice.

"Tell my brother, I am not a coward."

His trembling body stood up, and he walked toward the biomass pool step by step.

His pace became faster and faster, bit by bit from walking to running.

Meng Ge couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He remembered his mother's warm embrace, remembered playing with his brother,

remembered that dim and narrow lower hive room, and also remembered the crazed mother, the brother who endured the abuse, and himself who hid and trembled.

Only this time, Meng Ge rushed out from behind the furniture and stood between his mother and his brother.

"Also, I'm fucking dying to save Ashford."

Meng Ge finally laughed and cursed at the bug by his ear; he knew Leman Russ could hear him.

Then, the viscous biomass pool swallowed him.

In the first floor of the government building,

under the protection of a large number of plague zombies, Zhou Yun and Margit advanced steadily in the corridor of the government building.

A large number of Genestealers rushed out from time to time from doors, windows, shadows, and pipes above their heads,

wanting to launch an attack on Zhou Yun and Margit.

But without exception, they were either smashed into meat paste by Zhou Yun, swallowed by Margit's flies, or torn apart by plague zombies.

Walking all the way, Zhou Yun had lost count of how many Genestealers he had killed.

But strangely, Zhou Yun didn't know why... he actually didn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue.

Instead, he felt his state getting better and better.

His energy was increasingly concentrated, his muscles were full of vitality, and his reaction speed was getting stronger and stronger.

Zhou Yun initially suspected that Khorne had manifested?

But the winged figure in the white light denied this.

And Zhou Yun also vaguely sensed that what was nourishing him was not blood, battle, or slaughter,

but death, dark and cold death,

pure, hollow, without rebirth, death.

It seemed that the death of those Genestealers was nourishing Zhou Yun, so that Zhou Yun could bring more death.

Could it be that the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang really gave him a buff?

Does the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang hold death?

It wouldn't be that the Father next door gave him a blessing by the way, would it?

Just as Zhou Yun was wondering whether this feeling was his own illusion or he was blessed by some god,

Margit looked at Zhou Yun and asked in a low voice: "What did Meng Ge say just now?"

When they were at the entrance of the government building, Zhou Yun heard Meng Ge's voice,

but then the bug stuck behind his ear never moved again, and never transmitted Meng Ge's voice again.

Margit realized what this represented.

So he was silent all the way, until now he suddenly opened his mouth to ask Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun glanced at Margit.

"He said, let me tell you... he is not a coward."

"Also, he died to save Ashford."

Honestly, Zhou Yun didn't know what Meng Ge had done.

He should have made the intelligence clear before dying...

Zhou Yun frowned; he felt that Meng Ge might have buried a pit for him.

Margit's throat moved, and then he nodded.

"Oh." he said in a very light voice.

Suddenly, Margit stopped his steps and looked at the pitch-black corridor before him.

"My flies tell me, someone is coming..."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, listening to the footsteps in the distance gradually approaching.

A bald woman with four preachers and eight Genestealer guards stood at the end of the corridor waiting for Zhou Yun.

The Genestealer Bishop's gaze fell on Zhou Yun,

fell on Zhou Yun's cold and rational face under the golden hair.

"So it's you."

In the Genestealer Bishop's eyes, psychic fire burned fiercely.

The scorching psychic flames seemed to want to burn Zhou Yun to ashes:

"So it's you, Neos."

"I thought you were a pious believer of the Four-Armed Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, I didn't expect you to be mixed up with the rotten corpse of the Plague God."

"Who the hell are you, Neos!!!"

Facing the Genestealer Bishop's questioning, Zhou Yun was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth and said:

"I am Rogal Dorn."

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 73 =====