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Chapter 680 The Victory of the Hive's Will!

Fabius Bayer chose this galaxy to hide in based on a fleeting feeling, intuition, and inspiration.
This star system is completely empty, leaving no trace in the Milky Way and possessing almost no resources. It doesn't even have a name on the star map of the human empire.
Nobody cares, nobody pays attention.
But what Fabius didn't know was that a tiny alien race had once been born in this galaxy.

In a stroke of inspiration, this race discovered the secrets of fossil fuels, creating the roaring internal combustion engine from scarce resources. They gradually developed a cult of the power within the engine, worshipping the ethereal V8 power god, and their civilization progressed to a level approaching that of 20th-century humanity.

However, due to a lack of crucial resources and technology, this alien race was never able to leave the Earth and fly among the stars; at best, they barely managed to reach a nearby moon.
But decades ago, this poor race met its end.
Of the Leviathan hive fleet that was repelled by the Blood Angels in Baal, a very small number of tentacles survived, escaping the Crimson Scar Zone and fleeing towards the edge of the galaxy, passing right by this system.
The ravenous Leviathan swarm swarmed towards the planet inhabited by this race; even a small, remaining tentacle was an obstacle that this weak race could not withstand.
The Tyranid swarm devoured the planet. The race prayed to their V8 power god, but to no avail. In the end, the entire planet was consumed by the remnants of the Leviathan hive fleet's tentacles.
However, this planet was too barren, and the engines this race built had extremely low conversion efficiency. They wasted a great deal of resources, while the swarm absorbed just the right amount—enough for the tentacle to survive, but not enough for them to continue hunting among the stars.
So this tentacle chose to hide beneath the surface of the planet they had devoured, encasing itself in an egg case and entering hibernation, waiting for the opportunity to revive or merge with other tentacles.

However, this star system is extremely barren, and without traversing the warp, reaching it requires passing through the even more barren and dangerous Crimson Scar Zone, home to the Holy Blood Angels' mother planet Baal.
Decades after the Battle of Baal and the Battle of Hades, the Tyranid hive's consciousness shattered. It had personally intervened in those battles and suffered heavy losses, and now it absolutely refused to even touch the edge of its scarred territory.
This Zerg fleet was thus trapped here, remaining dormant underground for a long time.

Originally, everything should have ended like this.
But when Fabius Bayer arrived in this desolate star system and activated the Blood Stack within it, everything changed.
The aura of that sacred genetic sequence awakened the Tyranid swarm that had been slumbering beneath the surface.
A Licat emerged from its cocoon, its body bursting from the earth, its sharp head gazing at the stars, its sensory system capturing the scents in the air from both the real and subspace dimensions.
It smelled the scent of lightning, like a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky in a deep, dark alleyway at midnight, leaving only ghostly figures in the flooded alley, stirring up a night wind of fear.
It smelled the scent of red sand, like the sweat of slaves dragging iron chains across a barren land, slaves raising their blades, severing their shackles, destroying cities and burning the earth, only to be reduced to ashes in the end.
It smelled the scent of arrows, like a centaur, having traversed countless stars, drawing its bow and nocking an arrow, its relentless expedition ravaging countless worlds, burning across the starry sky, the moon wolf howling, the arrow shot forth, without regret or resentment.
It caught the scent of files, like countless documents piled up into a dense mountain range, a testament to tireless writing and endless overtime, with order flowing from these documents, outlining a nation.
Likat took a deep breath, savoring the twenty scents swirling within his sensory system. This particular scent, connected to the hive's will, was transmitted to the shadowy hive's will.
The shadows writhed, thirsting, drooling over that extraordinary genetic sequence.

His thoughts traversed the stars, reaching this desolate planet.
Beneath the earth, the Tyranid swarm within their egg cases began to awaken.
However, these creatures did not burst forth from the ground. Instead, they flew towards the insectoid mothership slumbering deep within the earth, and the first creature to emerge, Likat, burrowed back inside.
Countless Tyranid organisms dissolved in the biomass pools of the Zerg hive, pumping through capillary tubes into the Norn Queen's body deep within the hive mothership, awakening this mother of destiny who wove the genetic sequences of the Tyranids.
The Norn queen wriggled her tentacles, opened her body, and began to rapidly consume biomass. Coffin crawlers emerged from the sphincter canals, pumping genetic material into the queen's head.
Millions of different genotypes begin to flow within the queen's body. She then begins to tailor and distort these genotypes to create suitable species.

The Queen of Insects desires to create a Norn messenger so that it can seize the extraordinary genetic sequence.

However, the amount of biomass required to weave a Norn messenger is astronomical, and all the biomass in this tiny tentacle is currently insufficient to create even one.
She had no choice but to settle for second best, creating a Licarta and fulfilling the Hive's demands as much as possible.
It needs to be able to cross the vacuum and arrive at that void ship silently.
Okay, okay, it can cross the vacuum. It can generate a pod to resist the void, which encloses its body. The pod can burn biomass to form high-pressure gas, which is then expelled through a sphincter to enable movement in the vacuum.

A large amount of biomass was consumed and stored to supply the Licat across the void.

It needs to be both large and small, and lightweight enough to walk silently on metal floors, allowing it to slip silently through gaps between pipes and machinery.
Okay, okay, it needs to be both big and small, and lightweight enough to squeeze through the gaps between pipes and machinery. It will have complex, foldable joints, hollow bones to reduce its weight, soft pads on its feet to ensure it moves silently, and a three-dimensional mesh foam structure for its outer skin that can deform with nearby structures and squeeze into the gaps between pipes and machinery.

It must possess extremely strong stealth capabilities, not only optical stealth but also stealth functions through smell, sound, psychology, and other means.
Okay, okay. Optical invisibility is Licate's specialty and needs to be preserved. As for odor, the scent it emits should be stored in the three-dimensional foamed skin structure to ensure that no scent leaks out. Sound is also addressed through sound absorption by the foamed structure. Psychological invisibility.
After a rapid depletion of biomass and hundreds of thousands of attempts, the Noen Queen wove a colorless, odorless pheromone that wouldn't trigger any type of sensor. This pheromone affects the brain of organisms, causing them to psychologically ignore the licorice.
+There's also psychic energy, powerful psychic energy, and while possessing extraordinary psychic power, you must also ensure that your use of psychic energy remains undetected. +
what?
The Norn Queen's thoughts faltered for a moment. She was merely a Norn Queen with small tentacles, only in charge of a small squadron within the Leviathan Hive fleet. Her capabilities were far inferior to her sisters who commanded entire fleets.

The demands of the hive's will even caused her thoughts to freeze for more than ten minutes.

With the burning of large amounts of biomass, millions of genome modules began to be repeatedly cut, reshaped, and integrated. Through repeated attempts, the Norn Queen finally managed to complete a psionic organ that met the hive's requirements and could be inserted into the specially made Licarte.

Strengthen the link with the Hive's will; without injecting intelligence, the Hive's will will directly control this body.
?

The Norn Queen paused for a moment, somewhat at a loss.
Her experience told her that such a long-distance link would create a slight delay between the Hive's will and Lycaton's body. Although extremely short, this delay was still present and could easily become a weakness or vulnerability.
But the Norn Queen ultimately lacked true will; she submitted to the wisdom of the hive's will and wove together the Narricane genetic sequence.

As massive amounts of biomass burned rapidly, the Norn Queen's body visibly withered. Large areas within the hive mothership began to be shut down, dismantled, melted into biomass, and injected into pools to nurture the terrifying Licarte.
The orange-yellow embryonic sac shattered, and sharp claws slowly emerged from the pool.

This creature, capable of generating pods and using sphincter muscles to eject gas across vacuums, possesses a folded skeleton that varies in size, a hollow skeleton that makes it lightweight, padded feet that reduce noise during movement, and a three-dimensional mesh-like foamed skin that can squeeze into gaps and pipes while eliminating odors and sounds. Its pheromones enable psychological invisibility, and it possesses enormous psionic organs that do not cause noticeable subspace reactions when releasing psionic energy. This creature, Ricard, was born through remote manipulation by the hive's will.

Puff puff puff, hiss hiss, snap!

The Hive's will controlled the Licat to emerge from the ground, its body forming pods that burned biomass to create high-pressure gas. With a whoosh, it flew out of the atmosphere and silently approached Fabius Bayer's ship, sticking to its surface.

The pod ruptured, and Licat used its claws to hook onto the outer edge of the ship.
Using his spiritual power, his body became slightly ethereal, allowing it to instantly enter the ship's interior.

Upon entering the ship, it quickly folded its body and slipped into the ship's pipes. Its paw pads and three-dimensional mesh-like foam skin allowed it to almost completely eliminate all sound, silently moving through the ship, searching for that extraordinary and alluring genetic sequence.

Soon, Licat found that extraordinary genetic sequence.
It saw Fabius Bayer,

The outer shell of the doctor behind Fabius unfolded, and various experimental instruments were examining and studying the blood mass suspended in zero gravity before him. His violet eyes were filled with joy and pleasure; boundless wisdom was being revealed to Fabius Bayer within this genetic sequence.

The nearby new humans, servants, and demons looked at Fabius Bayer with fear, some kneeling on the ground, some cowering in corners, and some trembling slightly with terror in their eyes.

Only Melusine, standing in the corner of the room, dared to stare at Fabius with her goat-like eyes.
On Fabius's back, high in the heavens, as Fabius's experiment progressed, a twisted, enormous cocoon was writhing. Within the cocoon, a grotesque, deformed figure could be vaguely seen attempting to break free. The figure was withered, twisted, and deformed, resembling both a spider and a butterfly. Around this figure, one could also vaguely discern all sorts of bizarre and deformed creatures.

“The perverted father,” Melusine murmured softly, referring to the figure’s name.

In the warp, in Slaanesh's court, many demons once chanted this title: Father of the Abnormal, God of Twisting and Mutation, Sovereign of Evolution, symbolizing the twisted rebirth emerging from the old cocoon.
Even the arrogant Slaanesh, when reciting Fabius's name, was filled with reverence and fear, as if they were speaking not of a human being, but of a god awaiting birth.

As far as Melusin knew, of all the Astartes, only Ahriman and Fabius enjoyed this privilege. Of course, the Slaanesh demons didn't often talk about Ahriman, because Ahriman truly knew who was talking about him.
If the topic of discussion upsets him, it's best not to leave the core area of ​​Slaanesh's palace for the rest of your life, otherwise Uncle Ariman will really come in his flying disc, grab the devil, and throw him into Doraemon's pocket as a performance bonus.

He is about to be born. The freak father is about to be born.
Melusine stared at the subspace projection behind Fabius, her fingers trembling slightly.
As long as Fabius unlocks the secrets of the Primarch, He can ascend to become the Degenerate Father.
Those new humans clearly sensed it too.
"By the freak father," the new humans in the laboratory couldn't help but begin to pray.

Bang——————

Fabius put down his scalpel, a hint of anger flickering across his wrinkled face.
"I am not God."

What are you kneeling for?

“I created you to replace the old humans, not to repeat their mistakes.”

"How many times have I told you to abandon superstition? There is nothing in this galaxy that reason cannot answer!"

Fabius growled, feeling quite agitated.
Whenever these new humans prayed, his inspiration seemed to freeze, unable to move forward no matter what he did.
"Get out! All of you get out!" Fabius roared.

The new humans, servants, and bound demons dared not resist, and timidly retreated with their heads bowed.

Melusine sighed. She knew that Fabius was in a very agitated state and needed a quiet environment. Melusine felt that she should not stay in the room either, so she nodded slightly to Fabius and stepped outside.

The Hive Will, which was controlling Licarta, was overjoyed; this was a godsend.

Done! ! !

The invisible Ricard swiftly pounced on Fabius Bayer, who was analyzing the Blood Stack.

Subspace, Doraemon's Realm, Moon Viewing Platform, Honekawa's Residence

Watching Licarte pounce on Fabius Bayer on the screen, Ohm Messiah couldn't help but joyfully throw a punch into the air.
"It wasn't easy!! It's finally done!!" He exclaimed joyfully.

But beside Him, Zhou Yun's expression was slightly strange.
(End of this chapter)