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Chapter 178 Licart: What is this for?
The Neurolicart's shell allows him to hide in the gaps between light and shadow, and his huge brain allows him to hide under the curtain of reality, almost without interacting with the things in the real universe.
It leaves no traces when it runs over the sand, it creates no breeze when it grabs the air, and its body does not penetrate into the air.
Even its steps became unclear and its route was hard to follow.
Although it still exists in the real universe, under the influence of numerous psychic powers, it is almost equivalent to disappearing in the true sense.
This is why the Zerg sent it into Baal.
The Swarm Mind is always on the lookout for the psychic creature named Mephiston. His immense psychic power amazes even the Swarm. The Hive Mind knows how powerful he is even better than he knows himself.

It was precisely to hide from its sight that the Zerg cultivated it, a neural lictor with specialized psychic powers for stealth.

Not only can it deceive almost all psychic prophecies, even Mephiston should not be able to see it.

In order to make it stronger, strong enough to reverse the future occupation, the Hive Mind even designed a whole set of complex rituals to increase its psychic power and allow more of the Hive Mind to enter Likart's body.
This ritual was to be carried out in cooperation with the Genestealers, but something went wrong.
Mephiston somehow predicted its infiltration and infiltrated the Genestealer team.
But he didn't expect that Neuro-Licart had the psychic power to see through his cognitive distortion. The sacrifice of the Genestealers created enough time for Neuro-Licart to sneak into the gap between light and shadow, under the veil of reality.
This way, even Mephiston would have trouble tracking it down.
It continued to crawl at high speed in the desert, relying on its psychic perception to confirm that Mephiston was not catching up.

At the same time, the pulsed electromagnetic waves released from its brain also allow it to confirm the safety of the material universe.
The powerful psychic named Mephiston managed to escape, but he lost because of his pride in his own abilities.

But Licat won't. This is the advantage of the Zerg. They will never be proud or overconfident. They are not restricted by honor and emotion. They can predict all possible situations through reason.

click
The sound of a wooden door opening was heard beside the nervous Licart, and a red and pink wooden door instantly appeared beside Licart.

Zhou Yun took a step forward, holding a slender cane in his hand, which was slightly tilted and pointed in the direction of Licart.

That's it!!!

An emotion similar to fear instinctively emerged in Licart's nerves. It recognized that the prey-like creature in front of it was actually another competitor of the Hive Will, another hunter.

Zhou Yun's speed was even faster than Licat's reaction. He swung the crutch in his hand suddenly, and the Phantom Thief DX suit under the fake skin exerted force and swung it in the direction of Neuro Licat.

Licart had no idea how Zhou Yun found out its location, so he quickly mobilized his remaining spiritual power to form a shield to block the cane.
In an instant, a wave of spiritual energy rippled across the desert, and Licart's figure appeared in the swaying light and shadow.

The shield supported by the little spiritual power it had left was not enough to resist the crutch swung by Zhou Yun. A crisp sound was rang out, and the spiritual shield exploded.

The Neuro-Licat hurriedly released the psychic energy fluctuations that were enough to terrify the Space Marines.
But when the wave touched Zhou Yun, there was not even a splash.

It seemed as if Zhou Yun's consciousness was so huge that a little spiritual energy fluctuation was not enough to shake it.

Instead, Zhou Yun's mouth curled up into a smile, and every muscle on his face moved just right, becoming extremely fierce. His eyes glowed with blood, revealing a chilling murderous intent.
"Stand still, or you will die, and so will the Hive Will." Zhou Yun's voice came out lightly.

The neurotic Licat listened to the voice and looked at Zhou Yun's expression. For some reason, all of its senses reminded it that what Zhou Yun said was true. A cold feeling of death rose from its consciousness, as if it and the hive consciousness would die in the next moment if it moved again.
Licat's body instinctively froze in place for half a second.
Later, Licart realized that Zhou Yun had used some means to deceive his senses, and he hurriedly controlled his psychic power and his shell, trying to hide his body and escape again.

However, Zhou Yun did not give him this opportunity. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the nervous Licat's arm.
Without hesitation, the nervous Licat raised his sickle-like arm and cut off his captured arm.
However, Zhou Yun took the opportunity to push Licart diagonally backward.
Licat's figure suddenly shook, and its invisibility was interrupted by Zhou Yun.

At the same time, Licart noticed that behind it was the wooden door with red and pink colors, and the nervous Licart's body fell uncontrollably into the wooden door.

"Angel Castle, Red Grand Council." Zhou Yun said to the door.

"Everyone, please start voting."

Dante sat on the first seat, gazing at the five hundred Astartes warriors.

He must gain the support of the vast majority of them before he can truly command this army of angels.

"If you approve of my appointment as commander and are willing to entrust your life and honor to me, then please stand up."

"If you don't want to accept my command, then please stay where you are. I won't stop you from leaving Baal."

Voting is the simplest and most primitive way to give a person power.
According to Dante, as early as the tribal era, humans would use voting to decide the fate of the entire tribe.
However, the primitive people at that time probably would not have thought that even though human civilization has long spread across the stars, voting is still a simple and effective method.

These five hundred Astartes have the right to make their own choices freely, and each of them represents the chapter behind them.

Dante wasn't worried about them making the wrong decision;
He knew his prestige and had already used appropriate political means, preaching and guidance to make the vast majority of soldiers vote for him.
They have the right to make their choices freely, just as a train has the right to run freely on the tracks.

Hundreds of Astartes in power armor stood up from their chairs. The roar of the mechanical parts operating resounded throughout the space, mixed with the low music played by the blood slaves in the distance, turning into a sacred and solemn mechanical roar.

A cherubim resembling a baby was released from the ceiling, spreading its decorative metal wings. Its mechanical eyes glowed red as it scanned the voters, silently counting the Astartes who had voted.

Looking at the Cherubim in mid-air, Dante felt a hint of disgust.

He could never understand this baby-shaped robot servant.

It is said that these things were born in the gene culture tanks of the Mechanicus, and after they were produced, they were equipped with prosthetics to make them similar to the child angels in ancient human legends, and finally anointed with holy oil by the state religion.

The Mechanicus claims that these cherubim are not actually real human babies, and cannot even be called humans. They do not possess real intelligence, and at most have intelligence similar to that of monkeys.

Even so, Dante still felt a sense of disgust every time he saw them. Just in terms of performance, these cherubim were indeed superior to ordinary mechanical servants, and each one was a unique piece specially customized by the Mechanicus.

Only a handful of Astartes warriors still sat in their positions.

The reputation that Commander Dante had accumulated over the millennia was enough to make most people forget their Codex and their pride and choose to follow him. Most of those who were still sitting either held the Codex Astartes in high esteem and believed that no Astartes, no matter how great, had the right to command more than a thousand warriors, or
After that, there was a conflict with the Blood Angels, and they came only to protect Baal.
There is also Yor of the Blood Knights, who observes Dante through his helmet, and seems to be still judging whether accepting Dante's command will be beneficial to his brothers in the chapter.

Dante thought he needed to talk to Joel privately.

Of course, there was also Seth, the Flesh Tearers Chapter Master who was not happy to be there.

"Four hundred and seventy-six people who support Commander Dante's rule."

"Opposition, twenty-four people."

The voting results came out, and it was an absolute majority.

The four hundred and seventy-six warriors who agreed with Dante's rule cheered and applauded excitedly.

Dante stood up and calmly waved his hand, interrupting the noise.

"You chose me and gave me the power of commander-in-chief."

"Then I will command you and regard you as part of my Chapter."

"I will trust you as I would a blood brother rather than a cousin."

"I will honor you and give you the same honor and respect I give to my own warriors."

"I will also command you, and anyone who goes against my will will be punished like my warriors."

Then, Dante set his sights on the twenty-four warriors who were still sitting.
Each of them disapproved of Dante's rule or hesitated about it.

"Anyone who disagrees can leave. This is your last chance. Even if you leave, I will still treat you as my cousins. When you need me and I am able, I will still use all my strength to help you."

"But if you stay, you will accept my command and become my warriors and blood relatives."

After he finished speaking, the remaining twenty-four warriors still did not leave.

"This is not in accordance with the Codex," said the Chapter Master of the Crimson Blades, "but we accept it, simply because we share the same blood, Dante."

"That's it." The Blood Knights' Chapter Master, Yoel, said, and he looked at Dante: "My brothers and I are not welcome, but since you are willing to treat us as blood brothers, Dante, we are willing to die for you."

"Give me the most dangerous place where it is least likely to survive." Joel looked at Dante through his helmet.

"As you wish, Joel." Dante nodded slightly: "May you be able to wash away the stigma on your body."

Joel let out a low laugh when he heard this.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the air became lively.
Everyone understands that the glory of the Blood Angels' former legion days is reviving.
Never in ten thousand years had so many Blood Angels been under the rule of one man.

"Dante!" A cry rang out in the Great Council Hall: "Dante! Dante! Lord of Angels!!"

Five hundred warriors beat their chests and praised the name of their commander.

Dante felt his scalp tingling and stood up to interrupt the shouting.
"Hmm?" Dante let out a strange hum.

A wooden door with red and pink hues suddenly appeared in the center of the red council hall, in the gap between the marble round tables.

The Great Council Hall suddenly fell silent. All the Astartes warriors and blood slaves stared at the red and pink wooden door that suddenly appeared.

Most Astartes did not recognize this wooden door, but the corners of Dante's mouth under the mask moved slightly, as if he realized something.

Click——————

The wooden door suddenly opened,

A slender Tyranid with two small sickle-like claws glowing purple, a huge brain between its crowns, and emitting psychic light, stumbled out of the door.

It was covered in a hazy light, its body was looming, and it raised its head in confusion, looking at the five hundred Astartes warriors in front of it.
Click! ! !

The sound of nearly five hundred grenade launchers being loaded could be heard.

　This chapter has 3,500 words, plus the previous chapter has 8,000. I will fill in the 2,000 words first, and the rest will be filled in slowly.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)