Chapter 173: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

For the Empire, Tzeentch's methods are indeed difficult to deal with.

But the Empire's difficulty has nothing to do with us Tyranids?

Lena might not be good at handling emotions; she's always muddled about those little human thoughts and needs a long time to understand them.

But her brain is a living super computer.

Any tiny deviation in data cannot escape her calculation.

More importantly, the Bug Race possesses the Warp Shadow.

That is a barrier formed by the Insect Swarm Will in the Warp.

The vast majority of psychic probes, Chaos whispers, and Tzeentch's temptations will be weakened or even isolated in front of the Bug Swarm.

Under Lena's guidance, the Genestealers quietly changed back the places that had been modified.

And those Chaos Cultists knew nothing about it.

They still thought their plan was proceeding smoothly.

Of course, starting at the grassroots level is not enough.

The Chaos Cultists turned their gaze toward higher targets: the high-level leaders of each ship.

If they could corrupt a captain, or control a weapon supervisor, that would be far more useful than tampering with blueprints.

They collected information on these high-level figures through various channels.

But soon they discovered an embarrassing fact.

The captain of that Gothic-class Cruiser is a Genestealer, and the weapon system supervisor is a Genestealer.

The person in charge of the engine room is a Genestealer, the intelligence officer is a Genestealer, and the communications supervisor is still a Genestealer.

As for the navigator, they didn't even bother acting—there simply isn't one.

But they knew for sure that some Brain Worm-like character must be holding that Generic Office.

The entire core team, from top to bottom, is uniformly made up of Gene Thieves.

These Chaos Cultists looked at the list in their hands and fell silent.

Someone couldn't help but quip: "Are we infiltrating the Imperial Fleet, or infiltrating the Insect Nest?"

Another person said faintly: "How about... we report to the Tribunal?"

"Report what?"

"Report that the captain under the Governor is a Gene Thief."

"..." Everyone fell into a silence.

You're a Chaos Believer, and you go to the Tribunal to report? Are you afraid you won't die fast enough?

That person was stared at until his hair stood on end, and he sheepishly shut his mouth.

After a sigh, they could only continue to think of a method.

Finally, they set their sights on one person.

Maintenance Dispatch Chief.

This person is responsible for coordinating the mobilization of all maintenance units and holds the schedule arrangements for the entire maintenance plan.

If they could corrupt him, they could influence the fleet's preparations on a macro level.

Delay the repair of certain key components, or cause errors in certain important processes, achieving the effect of slowing down the entire progress.

Moreover, they had someone who exchanged his life for intelligence showing that this person is not a Genestealer!!!

The Chaos Cultists who received the news immediately began to act.

They infiltrated through various channels, went through many difficulties, and used a full three days.

Finally, they delivered a document embedded with a Corruption Trap to that supervisor's Office.

The document contained a carefully designed psychic trap.

Anyone who opens it will, during the reading process, be tempted by the voices hidden behind the Script.

Even if their will is Ice Cold Determination, they will step by step fall into Chaos's Embrace.

After finishing, they began to wait.

But soon, their expectation slowly turned into disappointment.

Because they did not feel any signal of a new companion being born.

The document was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no Reaction at all.

"What's going on?" The Tzeentch Wizard in charge of this operation furrowed his Eyebrow.

"Was the document discovered? Or is that supervisor's will too Ice Cold Determination?"

"How about sending someone to take a look?"

"Too risky, what if they're discovered..."

"But if we don't go look, how do we know where the problem lies?"

After arguing for a long time, they finally decided to take the risk.

Dozens of people acted in batches, most of them dying at the hands of the guarding Genestealers.

Finally, a Believer skilled in Infiltration sneaked into the supervisor's office area under the cover of night.

He found that office and peered inside through the crack in the door.

Afterwards, he saw a huge gray face.

It was an Ogryn.

Standing over two point eight meters tall, muscles nearly bursting out, he wore the largest size work uniform, but it was still stretched tight.

At this moment he sat on that visibly reinforced chair, one hand holding that document, the other stroking his chin, looking thoughtful.

The document was crumpled, with several suspicious stains on it, probably saliva.

The Ogryn looked at the document for a while, then after yawning, crumpled the paper into a ball and casually tossed it into the trash bin beside him.

Next he lowered his head and continued looking at a picture book.

The cover depicted several colorful little animals, with the words "Mabo's Wonderful Adventure" written beside them.

The Ogryn's eyes widened, staring at those pictures, muttering under his breath:

"This one is a snake lizard, this one is a man-eating flower, this one, this one is..."

He scratched his head, then suddenly smiled foolishly: "Dou Dou says this one is a toad!"

The sneaking Chaos Cultist was completely baffled.

He trembled as he withdrew to the Outpost and told everyone what he had seen.

The room fell silent for a full ten seconds before someone spoke:

"Damn, why is the supervisor an Ogryn?!"

One person said resentfully: "Then our carefully prepared Corruption document..."

"Probably got thrown away as waste paper."

"..."

"What about those Warp Whispers?"

"Can Ogryns hear Warp Whispers? Their brain structure is so smooth you could slide down it, and the Demons of the Warp can't be bothered to pay them any mind."

"So we messed around for a week just to let an Ogryn play a basketball game?"

No one answered.

Only silence remained.

And several deep, despairing sighs.

Fifty days—that was the time Lin En originally planned to need to prepare the Expedition Fleet.

Repairing that Gothic-class Cruiser, preparing escort ships, training crew, allocating Supplies.

Every task required time and manpower, as well as precise coordination and Cooperation.

But now, progress was faster than expected by a full One Third.

In just one month, the Target was nearly Finished.

Lin En stood on the Ice Platform of the Spaceport, looking at the giant ship nearing completion, a Smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Truly thanks to them." He said softly.

Isud beside him nodded, knowing who Lin En was talking about.

Those Chaos Believers.

They worked hard "to help but ended up hindering," yet in the end helped Lin En's progress.

Plus the Genestealers' inherently efficient work methods, so the repair speed was naturally astonishingly fast.

"If they knew the truth," Lena said, her voice carrying rare teasing, "they'd probably be driven mad with rage."

Lin En smiled faintly, then turned to look at the starry sky, where Kal II was located.

"By the way, how is Luna's side?"