Chapter 53: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race? Chapter 53 Grand Orgy

·

·

·

Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Lin En, having just stepped into the interior of the Xian Ge Hao, was somewhat bewildered.

If it weren't for Lena clearly telling him there was nothing inside the ship that could pose a fatal threat to them.

He wouldn't have boarded it, but was this ship really too chaotic?

Which side should he look at first?

In the left corridor, several Pink Terror Demons were hopping around spraying fire everywhere, dazzling flames filling the area, shrill laughter mixed with the crackling of burning.

Strangely, several ragged crew members did not dodge, but instead approached to let the flames scorch their bodies.

They muttered words under their breath, their faces beaming with the joy of being seduced.

Needless to say, these people were beyond saving.

Near them were three black bean sprout Eldar warriors with pointed ears, resembling elves.

They wielded long whips, chasing several Chaos Cultists and striking them.

The whip strikes produced sonic booms, each one drawing blood.

But those cultists, after being whipped, revealed satisfied smiles, and some even turned around voluntarily.

And those Eldar kept emitting giggling laughter.

It seemed both sides were very satisfied.

On the right fork, a squad of guards clad in exquisite power plate armor was slaughtering Genestealer mutants.

The dull thuds of power swords cleaving flesh, the screeching of claws scraping metal armor, human roars and mutant shrieks intertwined.

A man who looked like a guard captain, his helmet faceplate cracked, revealing half a blood-stained face.

He swung his power sword toward a mutant's shoulder blade, the decomposition force field causing the mutant to explode into a pile of plasma and organ fragments.

Straight ahead in the main corridor, a Blue Fear Demon screamed as it tumbled over.

It had been thrown out, a huge figure nearly three meters tall chasing closely behind it.

That was an Ogryn, his bare upper body covered in muscles, stained with blue blood and glittering fragments.

His rough large hand gripped a metal pipe torn from the cabin wall, attacking the cunning Blue Fear Demon like playing whack-a-mole.

Soon, the Fear Demon's shrill laughter turned into a wail, its body exploding like a water bag filled with paint, turning into a cloud of blue smoke.

Not far from the Ogryn, a group of Genestealer mutants and several isolated Conspiracy Cultists were grappling together.

Both sides had gone berserk, with no tactics, only the purest killing intent.

Just as they were fighting fiercely, an emergency hatch in a corner was suddenly kicked open.

A Star Realm Army soldier rushed out, shouting: "For the Emperor!"

Then clutching a Thermal Bomb, he charged straight into the center of the xenos melee.

Boom!!!

Blinding white light engulfed that area, the violent shockwave hurling several nearby Knife Worms, slamming them hard against the cabin wall.

Lin En needed not dodge; an invisible barrier unfolded before him, easily blocking the explosion's shockwave.

"Tsk." Lin En clicked his tongue.

"It's actually the Grand Orgy, a must-see special program in Warhammer!"

He actually nodded in satisfaction.

Looking at this scene, swords and magic, gods and believers, a profusion of races and religious beliefs.

Who said Warhammer isn't xianxia anymore? This is way too xianxia!

With his and Lena's joining, more breaches opened behind them, Tyranid units from the spore sacs pouring into the Xian Ge Hao like a bursting flood, surging ever more violently.

Almost wanting to fill the Xian Ge Hao directly.

They had no clear formation or tactics, only the instinct and desire to devour all biomass before them.

But soon, Lena issued a command through the Consciousness Network.

Prioritize attacking those Gene Thieves and mutants.

The reason was simple; almost the moment they met, both sides determined each other to be true heretics.

This was the collision of the Hive Mind and Lena's will.

No communication at all, only you die or I live.

And Lin En himself, like strolling in his own backyard, walked leisurely toward the bridge.

After Lena "Number Two" was born, Lin En also custom-made a set of Symbiotic Armor for himself.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in streamlined purple Ji Dan Qia.

The tissue on the armor pulsed slightly from time to time, flowing with purple fluorescence.

Raising his stature to about two and a half meters, full of oppression.

His head was wrapped in a full-coverage helmet, the front bearing six compound eyes flashing with purple light.

On the left forehead, a thirty-centimeter-long spiral-patterned horn extended forward, its edge sharp.

The overall design was filled with a strange "sense of beauty."

The combat power boost from this armor was not exaggerated; its main function was to provide a disguise effect.

Lin En would certainly not operate in the Empire's territory under his true face, although he was now an outright "heretic."

But deep inside, he still believed he stood on humanity's side, just in his own way.

Eight defense-specialized Warrior Bugs guarded him all around.

They moved silently, keeping Lin En at the center, and anything that dared charge at Lin En would be mercilessly crushed.

There were also those who refused to believe in evil.

A Conspiracy Cultist, using superb stealth skills, hung upside down beneath a ventilation pipe like a gecko, waiting for Lin En to pass.

The moment Lin En stepped into attack range, he suddenly dropped, his poison-coated dagger thrusting straight into the gap in Lin En's shoulder armor.

But the dagger stopped abruptly in midair one meter from Lin En's neck.

As if gripped by an invisible hand in midair.

Lin En didn't even bother to look up at him.

"Pfft," a grating muffled sound came from the air.

That Dark Eldar warrior was suddenly compressed, twisted, and then exploded.

Flesh, bone fragments, and shell pieces scattered across the ground.

On the other side, three Hellwalkers sped out from around the corner on hoverboards, firing their Poison Crystal Pistols at Lin En in unison.

Dozens of tiny poison crystals came screaming in.

But they all stagnated one meter from Lin En's body, floating in midair.

Lin En gave a glance, and the Shadow on his shoulder emitted a faint purple light.

The floating poison crystals returned along their original path at an even faster speed.

The three Hellwalkers were instantly turned into sieves by their own bullets.

The Dark Eldar were not without means to counter psychic power; the famous "Black Stone" technology could effectively suppress and even reverse Warp Energy.

But that was rare equipment; ordinary Conspiracy Cultists, Hellwalkers, and even most Warlocks were not qualified to be equipped with it.

Therefore, in Lena's eyes, they were no different from a fly that flew a bit faster.

Only the Tzeentch Wizard, using his keen psychic perception,

sensed the terrifying will, cold as the Abyss, entrenched on Lin En's shoulder.

Seeing this, he took his people and ran, without a trace of hesitation.

Cannot afford to provoke, absolutely cannot afford to provoke.

Simultaneously, the offensive of the Lena Swarm was also very pleasing.

The Gene Thieves experienced for the first time what it was like to be drowned by a sea of bugs.

The Chaos Believers and the demons they summoned felt as if they had stepped on a pile of shit they couldn't shake off.

The Bug Swarm had no souls, vast in number and fearless of death.

Killing them yielded no soul or emotion to draw upon, but instead consumed one's own strength.

The Fear Demon's flames and the wizards' Tzeentch spells could eliminate the Bug Swarm in large areas, but the Bug Swarm seemed to surge forth endlessly.

They were entangled by the Bug Swarm, unable to extricate themselves, beyond annoyed.

The Dark Eldar's situation was similar.

Speaking solely of individual combat skill and technological equipment, they crushed most bugs.

A Conspiracy Cultist could easily toy with and kill several Knife Worms at the same time.

But the Bug Swarm was simply too numerous, endless in supply, and completely disregarded casualties.

This style of trading wounds for wounds made the fragile Dark Eldar suffer terribly.

What depressed them even more was that, like Chaos, killing these bugs gained no "nourishment" of pain energy, purely a waste of effort.

It belonged to winning with no reward, losing with punishment.