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Chapter 119 Brain Worm
"So, it should be useful, right?"

The winged figure in the white light said with a vague look in his eyes,
Zhou Yun could see that he himself was not very sure.

How to fight against a group of brainworms with Alpha-level psychics? Zhou Yun and the winged figure in the white light discussed and came up with the following result.
Use the power of the Warp to fight the power of the Warp.

This stone statue of Sanguinius, which has been worshipped in the Lower Nest for tens of thousands of years, the church bricks and stones that have been infused with the scarlet hot soil of Baal and the ashes of martyrs, the Feast of Sanguinius that has not yet ended, the prayers of the people of Asford and the Astra Militarum to Sanguinius.
Use these things to weaken the barrier between reality and the subspace, and light a coordinate leading to the real universe for the winged figure in the white light.
Allow him to descend into Asford just like the Chaos Demon descending into the real universe.

According to the winged figure in the white light,

He has successfully appeared many times using his connection with the Blood Angels.
But the problem is that there are no Blood Angels at all in Asford right now.

"So I plan to try to enter the material world through my connection with you."

The winged figure in the white light said:

"You have been immersed in my psychic energy for a long time, and you are not a completely material existence, so perhaps you can succeed."

"But this will also consume a lot of my strength. I need you to provide me with sufficiently accurate positioning at that time."

"When the time comes, even if I can't actually enter the material universe, I can still infuse some of my power into you."

Listening to the words of the winged figure in the white light, Zhou Yun frowned slightly.

"what should I do?"

"Call me." said the winged figure in the white light, "Call me in a more distinctive and conspicuous way."

"There are people praying to me all the time in the galaxy, and I need to distinguish your voice from them all."

"Tsk." Zhou Yun clicked his tongue twice, stroking his chin and began to think: "Then I should let them beat the meat and make chicken balls together."

Zhou Yun pointed at the battle sisters and Astra Militarum soldiers who were praying behind him.
They are beginning to weaken the barrier between reality and the material universe little by little according to the instructions of the winged figure in the white light.

Under normal circumstances, this might be enough.

But in the Hades Galaxy covered by the shadow of the subspace, the winged figure in the white light still needs a precise coordinate.

This requires Zhou Yun to bring the Battle Sisters and the Astra Militarum to call him together, to point out the direction for him in the subspace, so that he can pass through the heavy shadow of the subspace.
If it were a regular prayer, it would surely be drowned out by the countless prayers in the Milky Way.
It must be a unique, conspicuous prayer that no other life in the galaxy would perform.
Zhou Yun thought about it and asked for paper and pen.
He wrote furiously, writing line after line on the paper, then handed it to the Astra Militarum soldier beside him, indicating that he should pass the paper to the Astra Militarum and Battle Sisters who were praying for circulation.

The once magnificent church is now half submerged in shallow water.
The water marks on the gray walls are a record of this broken church being flooded time and time again.

The huge crawler machine moved its body and walked through the water, stepping on the water.

Sister Magda Grace cursed under her breath.

Cursing the damn Imperial Navy and the damn Tyranid creatures.

She stepped into the shallow water, waving her arms to direct the muddy crawlers forward.
These huge machines are the machines on which nomads rely for survival.

Lessio was once a magnificent temple world, with countless churches dotting every corner of the planet, where people prayed amid the burning incense, praising the Emperor and the Archangels.

Perhaps the blasphemous creatures in the High Heavens hate the Emperor and the Archangels, or perhaps it is just a coincidence.

A flare from the Toxic Twins of the Hades System melted the glaciers at the poles of Lysio.
The entire Lesio should have been flooded, but because Lesio has a huge satellite called "Ixoy",

The floodwaters were pulled by the satellite's gravity, turning into tides that periodically swept across the planet's surface.

So the Lecio people began to migrate. They avoided the flood and drove huge crawler machines to start nomadic life.

Over the long years, they gradually forgot their faith in the Emperor and instead formed many completely different beliefs.

Sister Magda Grace came to this tidal planet under the order of the state religion, trying to educate the people here again.
But she had not succeeded until recently when the nomads saw her beheading Licat.
This scene was exactly the same as the one in the nomadic legend where a saint killed a chameleon. As a result, the nomads began to trust Sister Magda.

But Sister Magda had no time to think about this.

She needs to plan her time carefully and be prepared to face the next swarm of insects.
The Sisters of Battle would form a line, using themselves as bait to draw in the greedy Tyranids, allowing the Nomads to retreat.

Sister Magda looked up at the sky. The dark clouds in the sky completely obscured the existence of the satellite Iksoi.

Those strange and twisted shadows were not formed naturally, but Tyranid flying units hovering in the air. Every time Sister Magda saw this scene, she envied Droste for being able to fight in a place with a ceiling like the Hive City.

This way they at least don't have to worry too much about the enemies above their heads.
But what Sister Magda envied more was the man named Zhou Yun, who actually had the means to kill Licat.
Sister Magda couldn't help but reach out and touch her left eye.
The artificial eye that had just been implanted in her eye socket was still a little unsuitable for her.

The Licat came again, and although Sister Magda repelled it again, she was also blinded in one eye.
Sister Magda was adjusting her recently implanted Eye of Release. The scene it captured showed that the Sisters of Battle were forming an array.
The Tyranid swarm was ferocious and terrifying. In front of it, the remaining battle nuns on Lesio were no different from the helpless residents.

Sister Magda noticed that there were many gaps in the defense line formed by the Sisters of Battle.

But there was no other way. They had too few people, so Sister Magda could only hope for the Emperor's blessing and the bravery of her fighting sisters.

This was a desperate plan. If successful, the nomads would be temporarily safe and even have a chance to board the evacuation fleet.

If the Emperor wishes, the Battle Sisters may have a chance to board at the last minute.

Sister Magda looked at the approaching purple tide in the distance with a carefree eye.
That was a biological tide of Tyranids, and they were about to come and feed.

"Come, come." Sister Magda whispered, "May the Emperor bless you."

Sister Magda clenched the pendant on her chest and prayed to the Emperor in a low voice.

If all this was arranged by the Emperor, then it must be the best arrangement. She remembered what the girl named Reina said on Asford.

She is a good kid, a devout believer. If she survives, Magda really wants to recruit her into the battle sisters.
I hope Droste won't compete with her for the man.
Thinking of this, Sister Magda looked back at the evacuating Crawlers convoy.
Then, her pupils contracted and she almost stopped breathing.

Some of the crawlers broke away from the team and headed back to the Battle Sisters' defense line, filling the gap in the defense line.
"No!" Sister Magda couldn't help but shout, "No, don't do this, you should leave."

An old crawler stopped beside Sister Magda.
The herdsmen's leader, a skinny old man, walked down with the help of others.

He bowed silently to Sister Magda, and then spoke in a low Gothic language mixed with a lot of dialect.
As he spoke, he pointed to the satellite in the sky, the water under his feet, and the convoy behind him.
Finally, he pointed his finger at himself.

Sister Magda could barely understand what he said.

He said
"This is our moon."

“This is our seawater.”

"This is our child."

“This is us, fighting alongside you.”

The sky was on fire,

Countless airdrop capsules began to fall from the sky, coming faster and more violently than the first wave of insects.
Looking up from the shattered city, one could already vaguely see countless Tyranid warships covering the scarlet sky.

Above the clouds, there are shadows of insects.
The airdrops they dropped were endless, like gods dropping burning sulfur from the sky, to destroy the city, the plain, the people in the city, and even everything that grew on the ground.

But the Cadians were used to fighting evil gods.

They fired artillery fire from the ground, and directed their anti-aircraft fire at the airdrop capsules in the scarlet sky.

The ammunition that General Droste had saved up before came in handy at this moment. Countless airdrop capsules were blown to pieces by the firepower network formed by the Hydra and Ikaros artillery groups before they even landed on the ground.
Even those airdrop capsules that broke through the anti-aircraft firepower were concentrated by the armored firepower on the ground under the exquisite command of General Droste.
Before they could release the alien passengers in their abdomens, they were torn to pieces by the armored forces of the Cadians.

At the same time, under the leadership of Reina, the illegal psychic troops that had been prepared for a long time also came into play.

They weaved inextinguishable soul fires, sprinkled them on the battlefield, and turned into a line to block the insect tide.

Zhou Yun stood on the fortress made of collapsed stone statues, with eighty-seven laser rifles emitting scorching lasers suspended around him.
Accurately shooting the node creatures hidden in the insect tide.

But Zhou Yun was still waiting, waiting for the Zerg's real killer weapon.

Zhou Yun observed the airdrop capsules that kept falling from the sky.
Finally, he discovered that when one of the airdrop capsules was hit by anti-aircraft fire, waves of spiritual energy surged over it.
Brainworm! It was indeed a brainworm! There was a brainworm in that airdrop capsule!

"coming."

(End of this chapter)