I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 118: Winged Figure in White Light
This is the third day since the swarm descended upon Asford.

The battle of just three days seemed so long. General Droste stood tiredly behind the defense line formed by the collapsed stone statues, staring at the street in front of him.

Just as the previous plan went smoothly, the strength of the Cadians was fully preserved.
A large number of armored forces were deployed on the streets. Tanks of various types, such as the Poison Blade, Lemanus, and Cerberus, were like giant mechanical beasts, entrenched on the damaged streets.
This gave General Droste some peace of mind; the Astra Militarum's iron torrent was their first line of defense against the enemies of humanity.

However, the terrifying Tyranid creatures soon dissipated the little peace of mind that was already there.
In just three days, the entire planet of Asford seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Apart from the areas occupied by the Astra Militarum, the surface of Asford was already covered by various Tyranid creatures. The tearing worms carried and ate all the materials that could be used by the swarm, from soil to sea water, from plants to animals, and even the metals and minerals in them. Everything was eaten up.
The air around them became sticky and sultry, which meant that the microorganisms that lived in symbiosis with the Zerg had begun to invade the environment of Asford, trying to directly transform the planet into a place suitable only for the Zerg to survive.

The recycled substances are digested, decomposed, and concentrated into a sticky and rancid biomass liquid. This nutrient-rich liquid gathers into a sea and is recovered by the Tyranid capillaries that fall from the stars and penetrate the earth.

Many areas in the city of Ferdia have been completely demolished by the Tyranid swarm, exposing the sky with two scarlet suns hanging in it.
This is to allow the Tyranid bio-warships to more efficiently and usefully recycle biomass in the city.

Many urban areas in the Upper Nest that were under the control of the Astra Militarum also collapsed.

Whether it is the upper nest or the top nest, most of the area depends on the support of the lower nest.
If the Tyranids fully breach the Lower Hive and enter the Upper Hive, the Astra Militarum can hope that reinforcements arrive before the entire city of Verdia collapses into the biomass pool.

The scarlet skylight was so bright and hot that it stung General Droste's skin.

He took out a radiation protection pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
This drug is extracted from a type of algae. It is because of its existence that humans are able to open up the Scarlet Scar area without giving birth to too many mutants under the strange radiation.

The scarlet sun made General Droste's throat dry,
He took out a patterned wine flask from his arms and poured a little of the strong Aksai Ma wine into his mouth.
The high concentration of alcohol quickly nourished his throat and maintained his nerves.
The strong stimulating feeling in his throat gave General Droste a comfortable feeling as if his body was being sterilized.

This wine jug was originally stolen by the Leitlin people, and later Zhou Yun won it from them.

But yesterday, Zhou Yun inexplicably returned the wine jug to him.
He also said that if the Emperor and Russ had competed in drinking the wine from the jug, neither of them would have been able to take a second sip.

General Droste expressed his dissatisfaction with this, saying that this man had no taste.

The disinfection and pain caused by strong alcohol irritating the oral mucosa makes people feel relieved.
General Droste looked at the scarlet sky, his mind wandering. He was indeed a little tired.

It is said that the Scarlet Scar region, which includes the Baal and Hades galaxies, is a scar that the Blood God in the High Heavens made on the physical universe with his sword.
Droste thought inexplicably.

This is something that is not allowed to be discussed. It can only be considered as a rumor and people can only think about it in their minds. Perhaps even thinking about it is a kind of blasphemy.

"This sky is so red."

A voice suddenly sounded from beside Droste, and that voice said with emotion:

"I heard that this was the wound inflicted by the Blood God in the real universe. It's really powerful!"

"Puff!!!!" General Droste couldn't hold it back and sprayed out the strong liquor in his mouth.

"See, I told you that your wine was so unpalatable that you even spit it out." Zhou Yun looked at General Droste and grinned.

Did I spit it out because the wine tasted bad? Droste's expression twisted slightly as he looked at Zhou Yun.

"Were you praising the Blood God just now?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Is there?" Zhou Yun said with a confused look on his face.

He didn't say blood sacrifice to the blood god or skull sacrifice to the skull throne.

To be on the safe side, Zhou Yun silently recited the Dorne Heart Cleansing Mantra several times in his mind to prevent himself from being targeted by the Blood God.

"I am Rogal Dorn, I am Rogal Dorn, I am Dogar Dorn."

Seeing Zhou Yun mumbling something, General Droste's expression became even more distorted.
He quickly looked around Zhou Yun,
But based on his experience as a Cadian, Zhou Yun showed no signs of being corrupted by Chaos.

Moreover, when this guy fights, he uses sneak attacks, psychic powers, tricks, and assassinations to the utmost.

If the Blood God took a fancy to this, Droste would tear his head off and make wine for him.

".There is complete silence in the Castle Lord's Ring." Droste said in a low voice.

This means that the Cadian warriors are likely already heading towards the second wave of the Death Swarm's attack, which is about to arrive.

According to what Zhou Yun had told Droste
"Do you think the Zerg will use powerful psychic units in the next wave of attack?" General Droste asked. Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly. According to his memory, the Zerg would definitely do so.

And this is also the most likely strategy for the Zerg.
The sea of ​​insects encountered the disciplined Cadian warriors, the behemoths encountered the powerful armored forces of the Astra Militarum, and the surprise attack of the Genestealers did not have any effect.

The best option for the Zerg is to hatch powerful Tyranid psychic units and directly use the power of the sea of ​​souls to defeat the army of the material universe.
"Can Augustus Flax's psychic troops resist?" General Droste still tried to struggle.

"It's useless. They do have some ability, but..." Zhou Yun shook his head.

The next psychic unit sent out by the Zerg was a group of brain worms, led by an Alpha Psyker-level psychic sucker.
In addition, a spirit brain worm was also released into Asford by the swarm.

Later, this psychic worm, together with this group of cerebral worms, actually knocked out Mephiston, the chief think tank of the Blood Angels, before dying.

That was Mephiston, one of the best psychics in the entire empire, a psychotic among psychotics.
If Zhou Yun were asked to choose the first person under the Primarch of the 40K Empire, Zhou Yun would first consider Mephiston.

The things this crazy guy did in the future include stopping time at will, splitting starships with a psychic spear, injecting consciousness into every cell, transforming into three pure beings to travel through time, banishing the seeds of destruction, etc.
Although Mephiston at this point in time was not as powerful as he would be in the future, he was definitely not comparable to the group of mediocre psychics adopted by the Governor.

"Don't worry about it. I have already started thinking of a solution." Zhou Yun patted General Droste's shoulder seriously and said.

The corners of General Droste's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look behind him to see the "countermeasure" that Zhou Yun had figured out.

The newly built church in District 9 was demolished by Zhou Yun.

The bricks and stones mixed with the crimson soil of Baal and the ashes of the martyred Sisters of Battle were moved to the Lower Hive.
Part of it was piled up to form a simple hut in front of the towering stone statue of Sanguinius.

As time was limited, the other part of bricks and stones were erected one by one by the people arranged by Zhou Yun and inserted around the simple hut.

General Droste looked at it and felt that it looked like a simple toilet in a feudal world built in a cemetery.
"Your solution wouldn't be to pray to Sanguinius, right?" General Droste asked, unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

".How did you know?" Zhou Yun asked in surprise.

How would I know? General Droste's expression became even more distorted.

In that toilet, no, candles were lit around the simple little church.

Each candle represents the devout prayer of an Astra Militarum or a Hive City resident.

In the flickering candlelight, thirteen battle sisters and one hundred and sixty-nine devout Cadian warriors knelt in front of them.

Zhou Yun specifically required that these warriors must be pure warriors without any mutations and have devout faith.
In addition, Zhou Yun drew certain symbols with blood on the bricks and stones removed from the church and on the bodies of the soldiers.
If General Droste had not worked with the Blood Angels before and knew that these symbols came from the Blood Angels' secret runes, he would have mistaken this for some kind of cult sacrificial ritual.

But General Droste couldn't figure out where Zhou Yun knew these symbols.

One hundred and sixty-nine Cadian warriors were divided into thirteen groups, each chanting the sacred scriptures about Sanguinius.
Thirteen sets of texts celebrate the life of Sanguinius, from the Angel's landing on Baal, to the Emperor's recovery of the Angel, to the Angel's great sacrifice aboard the Vengeful Spirit.

"Can this deal with the Tyranid psychic units?" General Droste said with some hesitation.

"An ancient Terran psychic sage once said: Use magic to defeat magic!" Zhou Yun said seriously.

But in fact, he was a little bit nervous.
"Are you sure this will really work?" General Droste hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking again.

"Should be there, right?" Zhou Yun looked vaguely at the winged figure in the white light.

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The winged figure in the white light also had a vague look in his eyes, as if he was not quite sure:

"My offspring is near, with prayers, rituals, and bricks mixed with Baljetu and the ashes of the martyrs."

"With you as an anchor, the gap between me and the real universe has become thinner."

"So, it should be useful, right?"

(End of this chapter)