Chapter 27: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

To achieve the first and most difficult prerequisite—finding a "suitable" opponent—Lin En had racked his brains.

The greatest obstacle lay in information asymmetry and risk control.

Nests that might harbor high-level Tyranid node creatures were either hidden extremely deep,

so that even Lena, perceiving through homologous signals, could only catch faint traces.

Or they were entrenched in the dangerously forbidden zones.

Lin En dared not let Lena be too reckless in scouting.

She had just recovered from severe injuries and was still digesting her new power; she needed time to stabilize, and any unnecessary risk could throw off the entire plan.

Through the system, he gave Lena as detailed yet safe scouting orders as possible.

He also mobilized the Iron Anvil Society's intelligence network.

Searching for possible clues among the Legal Affairs Department's vast and outdated archives, rumors from the Lower Black Market, and smugglers' forbidden maps.

This was a game of patience and luck.

After days of screening, cross-referencing, and elimination, two potential targets finally appeared on Lin En's tactical sand table.

The first target, located deep in the fault zone at the border of the Seventh District and Sixth District, was the "Large Chicken Thief Den."

According to Lena's perception feedback after cautiously approaching several times, the Gene Thief Sect entrenched there was abnormally large in scale.

The biological signal density was extremely high, and there was a stable, powerful command core emitting psychic signals.

"There's probably a Genestealer 'Bishop' holding the fort."

A Bishop is a psychic leader that may arise in the later stages of the Gene Thief Sect's development.

Usually a fourth-generation or purer mutant, possessing intelligence, psychic power, and absolute control over the clan far beyond ordinary hybrids.

The sect she leads often has a tight organizational structure, cunning combat methods, and extreme fanaticism.

This was almost the highest-threat Tyranid-related target Lena could find within a relatively "safe" scouting range.

A sect nest led by a Bishop.

Its defensive forces, trap arrangements, and the Bishop's own psychic threat were enough to give any extermination force a headache.

The second target, located at the bottom of the Eighth District, was a "Large Spore Hatching Nest" right at the edge of the Forbidden Zone Ninth Layer.

This target's location was extremely dangerous, practically bordering on where the Nest Capital's official order completely collapsed.

The environment there was extremely harsh, filled with industrial toxic fog, radiation leaks, and unknown Warp contamination.

Lena did not get too close, but from extremely far away she sensed the scale of the biomass gathering.

The "heaviness" and "oppression" emanating from that nest, different from ordinary Tyranid units, led her to a judgment.

Lin En, combining Lena's description—the vast underground space, the violently pulsing incubation chambers—

and a suffocating "physical pressure" rather than psychic fluctuations, made his speculation.

It was probably not a command node, but rather a "Biological Weapon Factory" or "Heavy Unit Hatching Pool" that the Tyranids had prepared in advance for the descent of their Main Fleet.

What was gestating inside was likely several Tyranid elite beast units, possibly even an "Elite Beast."

Devouring Beast? Executioner? Or Excavation Python?

Lin En listed several possible names in his mind.

These were all heavy assault units in the Tyranid Ground Force, possessing terrifying power to tear apart light vehicles and destroy fixed fortifications.

They might not be very intelligent, but their pure destructive force was enough to shake the Space Marines' battle lines.

This was exactly what Lin En wanted—a "meat shield" that could directly attract and consume the Medusa's Sons Squad's heavy firepower.

Two targets, two styles.

One was cunning, with a psychic leader and a tightly organized sect.

The other was brutal, gestating pure destruction beasts.

Lin En looked at the two "options" gradually becoming clear in his mind, and an icy arc involuntarily curved upward at the corner of his mouth.

His train of thought instantly opened up.

He had already figured out how to weave these two targets, Cassius's squad, and Lena's power

into a "perfect drama" on this chaotic stage of the Nest Capital.

And the destruction of the Medusa's Sons Squad would be the drama's most magnificent "Perfect Finale."

"Senior Cassius," Lin En murmured softly, the temperature in his eyes gradually dropping.

"The 'efficiency' and 'practicalism' you taught me, I will use them well on you."

The core of the plan was set, but how to satisfy all three conditions at once was a problem Lin En urgently needed to solve.

He needed to cleverly satisfy all conditions without arousing Cassius's vigilance.

Even deliberately leave some "flaws" to lead him into misconceptions.

Only then would his plan's success rate be higher.

This was an art of dancing on the blade's edge, requiring lies and half-true, half-false intelligence.

Weaving a net that seemed natural but was actually full of killing intent at every step.

Lin En did not choose to throw out the two trump cards, "Large Chicken Nest" and "Tyranid Arsenal," directly to Cassius right away.

That would be too purposeful, the traces too heavy—it was practically sticking a "There's a trap here" sign on his face.

With Cassius's cold logic, he would immediately develop the highest level of suspicion.

He adopted a more circuitous approach that better fit his "efficient but limited" persona.

As always, he continued to provide "intelligence."

But this time, a large amount of intelligence began to show directionality.

He began frequently reporting small Gene Thief Sect gathering points located above the Seventh District.

These targets were small in scale, with threat levels low to medium, usually dens where dozens of hybrids gathered.

Cleaning them up was effortless for Medusa's Sons Squad, belonging to the simplest "debris sweeping" work.

Mixed in were reports to Cassius of things like insect nest hatching nodes completely unrelated to the "Large Chicken Nest."

To make the purpose less obvious.

As for missions related to the Gene Thief Sect, Lin En would "meticulously" attach some recon details in his reports.

The believers' activity trajectories vaguely pointed to higher-level areas, and confiscated simple sacrificial items bore strange symbols.

Or abnormal, faint psionic background fluctuations were detected at certain nodes.

These clues were true and false mixed together, like scattering a handful of seemingly unrelated pearls.

Individually, they were insignificant.

But if someone, such as an Astartes Sergeant possessing top-tier tactical mind and data analysis ability,

were willing to expend effort to connect them and trace them back.

Lin En had no doubt Cassius would do so.

For an Iron Hand Successor pursuing "efficiency" and "root cure."

Suppressing surface abscesses was only the first step; following the infection psionic meridians to find the disease source core was true purification.

He did not need to personally hand the "Large Chicken Nest" coordinates to Cassius.

He only needed to provide a reasonable, logical "exploration direction."

Then trust Cassius's terrifying logic analysis ability would "follow the vine to find the melon" on its own.

It was like leaving a faint smell in a maze, guiding the hound toward the preset trap.

And the hound would think it was due to its own excellent sense of smell.