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

Chapter 681 The Will of the Hive, you are really too difficult to control!
Under the control of the Hive's will, the stealthy Licarta instantly pounced behind Fabius Bayer, the Tyrannosaurus assassin barely making a ripple in the air.
The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, the scythe-like edge hooking across Fabius Bayer's neck.
The head of this chief apothecary, the son of the emperor and creator of the new humans, flew into the sky, crashed into the ceiling, bounced back to the ground, and landed with a thud.

Fabius's body seemed not to have reacted yet; he staggered back a step, then collapsed to the ground, blood flowing from his neck staining the ground red.
It was incredibly easy.
The figure of Licat appeared in the laboratory, visible to Fabius's still-conscious mind.
The Tyrannosaurus creature raised its two enormous scythe-like claws high, a gesture that, for any creature, clearly signifies a celebration of victory.

Yes, that's definitely something to celebrate.
The blood that the insect hive's will coveted.

He sought one of the twenty gene sequences in this blood, and despite paying a great price, He still failed to obtain it.
Now, using just one licart, twenty equally powerful gene sequences can be easily obtained.
How could He not celebrate this victory?

He will transform and dissolve these twenty powerful genetic sequences, using them to shape a brand new node creature. This creature will surpass all Tyranid creatures, embracing the existence of the Hive's will itself, radiating and linking all Tyranid creatures beyond the distant stars, becoming the node of nodes, the beacon of the Hive.
Filled with joy, He manipulated Licarta to draw upon the crimson blood suspended in mid-air —

Click! ! !

Fabius Bayer's headless corpse, lying on the ground, suddenly moved.
To be precise, it was the mechanical backpack surgeon behind Fabius Bayer who made the movement.
The surgeon's robotic arm instantly snapped open, and a needle pierced towards Licatt.
This attack, given Licat's lightning-fast reflexes, should be dodged.
However, this Licarta did not have its own will; it was controlled by the Hive's will across the warp.
That slight delay became a fatal flaw.

The needle pierced Licate's skin. While the specially designed three-dimensional mesh-like foam structure made the skin lightweight, soft, sound-absorbing, and odor-absorbing, its defensive capabilities were inferior to those of normal Tyrannosaurus skin.

The anesthetic from Nuseria was injected into its body, spreading rapidly through its three-dimensional mesh-like foamed skin, like a sponge frantically absorbing water. The anesthetic even seeped almost unimpeded into the hollow skeletal structure of Likat. This lightweight structure, replicated from the Tau alien genetic sequence, actually helped the anesthetic flow to every corner of the body.

However, Tyren Bio's powerful immune system was still functioning, and its glands began secreting various forms of hormones in an attempt to counteract the effects of the anesthetic.
However, the composition of this anesthetic was completely unknown to the Tyranid swarm; there was no record of it in their swarm's memory bank. For a time, the various glands within Licat's body were unable to secrete the corresponding hormones.
In fact, even Falbius Bayer himself wasn't entirely clear on the exact composition of this Nusserian anesthetic. He only vaguely sensed that it contained some kind of warp technology, seemingly used in the Golden Age to capture giant, semi-warp, semi-real universe creatures like the Void Whale. Furthermore, this anesthetic was theoretically highly effective against Primarchs, possibly because Primarchs themselves were essentially a hybrid of warp and reality. However, most Primarchs possessed a natural immunity to drugs and weren't so easily rendered unconscious.
This Licat is essentially a hybrid of a Tyranid warbeast's body in the real universe and the Hive Will from the warp. The anesthetic also had a targeted effect, making the Hive Will feel as if thin films had formed between itself and the Licat, making it much more difficult to control the Tyranid warbeast.

Licat stumbled back a step, then with a snap, its body went numb, and it collapsed to the ground.
But Ricard wasn't completely under the influence of the anesthetic; his immune system was rapidly breaking it down, and the Hive's will was quickly regaining control of the Tyranid creature.

It was indeed numb, but only slightly, and for a very short while.

But a short while was enough to be fatal. The laboratory door was torn apart by golden claws, and Melusin let out a banshee-like roar, her silver veil billowing as she charged towards Ricard like a hurricane.
The claws pierced Ricard's brain, and Melusin's fingers suddenly exerted force, crushing Ricard's head into fragments.
The Tyranid war beast, meticulously designed by the Hive Will and the Norn Queen, fell to the ground, dead.

"Why be so violent?" Fabius Bayer smiled as he emerged from behind the door, glancing at his own corpse on the ground and gesturing to the slaves behind him to carry it out.

“I’m not really dead,” he said.

Like Belisarius Cole, Fabius had long since transcended the limitations of the individual, becoming beings akin to Gestalt will.

When a body dies, Fabius Bayer's will is projected into another body through the Spirit Bone Prism, thereby completing the resurrection.

The creature that Licat killed was only one of his many bodies.
Subspace, Moon Viewing Platform, Honekawa Residence

Om Messiah stared blankly at the body of Ricard lying on the ground.
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more

Numerous hidden calculations, spanning time to cultivate a civilization, preserved a Tyranid swarm tentacle, subtly guiding the inspiration of the pieces in the game, leading Fabius to obtain the Blood Stack, and coincidentally encountering this Tyranid swarm tentacle—all to ensure that the Hive's will could obtain the Blood Stack without arousing suspicion.

However, all the calculations failed at the last moment, because...
"What kind of 'Hive Will' is this?! Do you even know how to play?! Why are you popping champagne at halftime?!"

"We practically fed you the Bloodline of Origin!!! And you fucking messed it up!!!"

"Om Messiah. Xiaofu couldn't help but roar, kicking the screen in front of him over, his face contorted in rage.

Sitting to the side, Zhou Yun helplessly reached out and rubbed his head.
“You play Tyrannosaurus Rex like a Zergling,” Zhou Yun said, shaking his head. “You might as well turn it on auto.”

All life forms within the Tyranid swarm lack true will; they are more like a kind of insectoid artificial intelligence—emotionless, absolutely rational, and unaffected by feelings—except for the hive's will itself.

Even though He is the collective of the entire Tyranid swarm, perhaps the largest being in the universe, He is still a living being. He is hungry, rejoices at feeding, is angered by failure, gets carried away, celebrates, and is influenced by emotions. Even as a warp being, His emotions are more extreme and impulsive than those of normal beings.

This often results in the Hive Will personally micromanaging battles, but performing worse than when it's on autopilot and the swarm is in control.

In the original timeline, during the Battle of Baal, the Hive Will personally intervened and controlled the Swarm Lords to fight Dante. It almost killed Dante, but was defeated by Dante after opening champagne in the middle of the battle.

In Zhou Yun's more than 20,000 dreams, the will of the insect hive also exhibited extreme uncontrollability.
In the dream, sometimes the Hive Will would successfully devour the Blood Stack, and sometimes it would fail in all sorts of bizarre ways, its incompetence reaching an extraordinary level. Even this time, the way the Hive Will failed was something Zhou Yun had never seen in over 20,000 dreams.

In the dream, the insect hive's will successfully obtained the gene sequence from the Blood Stack in the same way.
"Lao Zhou?" Om Messiah. Little Fook turned his head away, casting a questioning glance.
Should we continue with this action?
Xiao Fu's main body is "Om Messiah," or the Martian Dragon, but it also incorporates parts of the Soul Forge and remnants of Vashtor. He understands the warp and comprehends a small part of Zhou Yun's plan.
Zhou Yun wants to seize the throne of Greedy Dissolution. In this process, it is essential for the Tyranid swarm to obtain the Blood Stacks and create Primarchs belonging to the Tyranids.
However, Zhou Yun could not reveal his plan or his desire to obtain the Greedy Dissolution Throne; otherwise, the gods and the vast majority of the entire subspace would frantically try to stop him.
Because once the Great God of Greed is born, the Dark Lord will have to bear the potential energy of the birth of three gods, and almost no one believes that the Emperor can withstand it.

Zhou Yun had to quietly orchestrate all of this from behind the scenes without revealing himself.
Now that the Hive's will has failed, if Zhou Yun were to forcibly control Fabius Bayer and force him into the hands of the Hive's will, it would likely be detected.
Zhou Yun let out a slight breath. Fortunately, He had a backup plan. Zhou Yun looked at Ohm Messiah Suneo, reached into his pocket a few times, and then held it out in front of Ohm Messiah Suneo.
In Zhou Yun's hand lay a cage, imprisoning a hermaphroditic demon prince named Slaanesh, who resembled a human but possessed horns, pale hair, and an androgynous appearance.
The demon prince cowered, looking at Zhou Yun and Ohm Messiah. Xiao Fu with fear.

"Meimei Lucin?" Ohm Messiah looked at the Slaanesh prince in Zhou Yun's hand with some surprise.
Melusin, the Slaanesh prince created by Fabius Bayer.
“We inspired her to realize that Fabius Bayer was in danger and sent her across the warp to rescue him.”

"But I secretly injected an extra inspiration into her, causing her to be teleported in a slightly different direction and fall into my pocket."

"Then who arrived at Fabius's side at that time?" Ohm Messiah's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

The only one who could replace Melusin without anyone noticing is...
“How interesting.” Fabius crouched down, looking at the corpse of Ricard with great interest. “I think I saw a look of triumphant joy in Ricard’s eyes. So these insects do have feelings after all?”

“It’s the will of the hive.” Melusin’s voice was slightly lowered, revealing a hint of fear.

Fabius paused for a moment upon hearing the word.

“So it’s the will of the hive. I thought it would be something that only knows hunger and is as cold and ruthless as the swarm.” Fabius nodded and said, his expression becoming somewhat cautious.

“The Hive’s will has its eye on you, on the Bloodline Stack.” Melusin said with a hint of anxiety, “The swarm doesn’t act alone. When we find one, it means that this star system has already been taken over by the swarm.”

"I'm not sure if this is a coincidence or if we've been manipulated, but this galaxy is clearly no longer safe."

“You’re right, Melusin.” Fabius gestured for Melusin to calm down. “I know of an abandoned network in a star system that I discovered a long time ago when I was studying in Comoros.”

"We can enter the Eldar network through that abandoned network tunnel and hide inside."

Frankly speaking, this plan isn't safe either, after all, the internet is full of all sorts of monsters and demons, just as many as the galaxy itself.

But this at least allows them to shake off the watchful eyes of the insectoid hive's will and ensure their safety for the time being.
“I’m almost there. Give me a little more time, and I’ll be able to unravel the mysteries of the Blood Stack,” Fabius said, his voice slightly hurried.

“Father, you should focus on your research. I’ll arrange the warp jump.” Melusin gently placed her golden fingers on Fabius’s back and nodded slightly to him.

“You’re so reliable, Melusin.” Fabius smiled; he was never stingy with praise for his child.

Melusine's cheeks flushed slightly, as if she were blushing from her father's praise.

“Check the Gellér force field generator and the subspace engine, and confirm the coordinates on the star map,” Fabius warned. “I have a vague feeling that something is driving all of this.”

“I understand, Father.” Melusine nodded and left Fabius’s laboratory.

She strode swiftly towards the ship's warp engine. If someone was indeed behind all this, then silently corrupting the warp engine was one of the best methods.
Melusin stopped before the massive warp engine. She stretched out her hand slightly, placing her slender golden fingers on the engine, attempting to use her power to examine it for any signs of corruption.

Melusin completed the inspection; the subspace engine was functioning normally and there were no problems whatsoever.
But Melusin didn't remove her hand. She stared at the warp engine in front of her, her eyes gradually brightening, and a mocking smile began to appear on her lips.

"Alas!"

"I never imagined that I was actually the successor of Makado, the Imperial Chancellor, the Transformation Spirit!"

(My throat hurts so much, I've caught another cold, I'm going to die)

(End of this chapter)