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

Chapter 704 Oh dear, there are so many bad guys in the subspace!
The dense forest belonging to Ryan El-Jonson is being torn apart by twisted tentacles, and the hive will screams and roars as it unleashes its power.
The genetic sequence that shaped this body was so powerful that its genetic material itself was a form never before heard of by the Hive Will. Even before it was fully formed, it could already bear most of the Hive Will's power.
The hive's will could sense that the molecular structure of its shell was breaking down bit by bit, molecular bonds were disappearing, the material structure was becoming blurred, and everything was dissolving, forming a larger, more incredible whole.
It's like a molt, transforming into something more extraordinary and transcendent.
The hive's will understood the changes taking place on its own body from the knowledge contained within those genes.

Ascension, elevation, transformation, or, to use a less precise analogy: it's like the Primarch realizing the true nature of the Warp.

The Hive Will is the warp essence of that body; the process of continuously infusing it is like a Primarch awakening its warp essence.

Gods not born in the warp were born in the real dimension first, and then became gods in the warp.

Like the Dark Lord, like the Emperor, the Hive's Will could also sense the knowledge of the Warp being born within its own will.

He could sense that he had a place in the subspace, and He could hear his own name.
Lord of Greed and Dissolution, Eternal Dragon
He is hunger itself, an all-encompassing greed. Just as the eternal dragon feeds on its own tail, His hunger is destined to spread to Himself. After He has devoured everything among the stars, He, still unsatisfied, will continue to devour Himself, until He has completely consumed Himself.
This is the destiny ordained in the warp; every divinity possesses a dual tendency toward destruction and self-destruction.

The god of blood and war yearns to ignite a war that burns the entire world, to shed every drop of blood, to cut off every head, and ultimately, to offer his own blood and head to the war.
The god of corruption and plague desires to spread disease throughout the world, causing all things to decay, be reborn, and enter a triple cycle of rebirth, decay, and death, only to stagnate within this cycle and ultimately fall into eternal corruption and death itself.
The god of change and destiny desires to transform all things, to turn everything good into bad, and everything bad into good, to cause order to collapse, and to plunge chaos itself into chaos. But the ultimate result of endless change is inevitably the collapse and destruction of everything, returning to heat death.
The god of hunger and pleasure craves ultimate experiences, believing the world exists solely to allow Him to experience everything and enjoy endless sensory stimulation—pain, pleasure, sorrow, joy—He must experience it all. But He will eventually grow weary of all experiences, realizing that He has never experienced utter destruction.

The god of vengeance and destruction harbors hatred for all things, seeking revenge on everything within his sight, burning everything to ashes, making the entire universe responsible for its suffering. Ultimately, he even hates himself, embarking on an unstoppable path of self-destruction.

The god of creation and art attempts to encompass all knowledge in his universe and squander his creativity without limit, but his creativity will inevitably spiral out of control as it continues to rise. Creations capable of crushing stars and destroying the entire universe will be born in his hands.

Six Mad Men
This is the Hive's assessment of the five things hovering in the warp.

The god of creation and art is infinitely close to birth yet has not been born; He is farthest removed from the destiny of destruction and self-destruction.
The god of hunger, thirst, and pleasure is the weakest; there are still many sensations in the world that He has not yet experienced, and He is equally far from His destiny of destruction.

The god of corruption and plague is the most merciful; He chooses to let all things decay forever without dying, lingering between life and death.
The god of change and fate is most contradictory; He chooses to split Himself and sever His authority, rejecting heat death by weakening Himself.
The god of blood and war is closest to that destiny, and therefore the most powerful. He imbues that crimson hue with meaning, using it to resist the self-destructive void.

The god of vengeance and destruction has already embarked on that destiny.
The hive's will let out a sharp howl; it was terrified of this fate.

He could never achieve the satiety he craved, and could only wander in endless hunger, eventually biting his own tail and devouring himself completely.
But He could also sense the call from the Warp; He had no way back.

At this moment, the insect hive's will had only one thought: Damn it, we've been tricked, and we're going to go up and keep those six lunatics company.

Although He tried to resist, the gravity of the warp was so strong that He could not resist it, and He even instinctively began to draw closer to the path of ascension, attempting to expand His domain.
Especially when he saw Ryan Al Johnsen, when he saw the Primarch and His inner self, He finally could not suppress the urge to feed.

Ryan El-Jonson, the son of the forest, shares an inner similarity with the Eternal Dragon; he is the ouroboros of destiny, a self-destructive beast.
His tentacles pierced through Ryan El-Johnson's very essence, into the jungle, pressing down on the lion.
Sharp tentacles instantly tore through the forest's sky, sliced ​​through the earth, and, wreathed in hunger, pressed down on Ryan El-Johnson.

The Hive Will attempted to corrupt Llane El-Jonson with the knowledge it had just acquired from the Warp, turning him into its demonic Primarch.

Spikes rained down, pressing down on Ryan El-Jonson's kite shield. A powerful hunger began to surge within the lion, and Azrael and Zabril, weakened by the intense hunger, collapsed to their knees. Only Horel struggled to hold on, helping the lion fend off the tentacles.

But the Hive's will didn't care. This dense forest itself was the mind of Lane El-Jonson, a reflection of his will and essence in the warp. As long as it directly devoured this domain, it could corrupt the lion.

This is a unique characteristic of the domain occupied by the Hive's will; all that's needed is to feed. In this domain of greed-dissolving energy, there is no bewitching, no anger, no infection, no corruption; only eating and being eaten.

To consume Him or be consumed by Him is a form of corruption.
However, during the feeding process, the hive's will sensed a huge, foreign object within Ryan El-Johnson's Forest of Mind.

The gaze of the insect hive's will fell upon the old man in the lake.
The old man was aged, decaying, and near death. In the perception of the hive's will, his body was almost devoid of nutrients, yet he was like a hard, flat grain of sand, stuck before the hive's will's teeth.

The hive's will let out a sharp shriek, and countless shadowy tentacles converged, piercing towards the decaying old man like mandibles.
The menacing maw drew ever closer, but the old man kept his head down, gripping his fishing rod and shaking the hook in the water.
Only when the mandibles were close enough to reach the old man did a slight smile appear on the old man's wrinkled lips, and the hook submerged in the water shook violently.

"Took the bait."

The old man smiled, then gently raised his head to look at the ferocious mandibles of the Hive Will, and at the shadow enveloping the Hive Will.

Light,
A light as bright as a supernova explosion burst forth from the old man's eyes.

The mouthparts, tentacles, and blades of the Hive's will were instantly ignited, turning into scalding ashes that dissipated.
The Hive's Will let out a terrified scream. Its vision was completely enveloped by the scorching light; it could only feel its tentacles, which had invaded Ryan's Will, being ignited and destroyed one by one.

But in the bright light, He could see nothing but the lake, the small boat, and the fisherman.

The lake rippled and surged, but the small boat braved the wind and waves. The old fisherman's figure gradually became taller and stronger. The thorns that pierced his scalp transformed into a crown carved with eagles, his coarse robe became golden armor, and his slender fishing rod was raised high, transforming into a burning blade larger than a star.
As the blade slashed down, the Hive Will let out a wail and a roar, its body beginning to burn intensely. The flames also engulfed the Tyranid creatures in the distant void, those yet to enter the galaxy.

Trap! Trap! Trap!

The hive's will twisted and howled; it had seen through the fisherman's true identity. It was clearly a trap, deliberately set to harm him.

Why are there so many bad guys in the warp?!

Azrael felt the hunger enveloping him subside. He vaguely saw ripples on the lake, an old man standing on a small boat, and the old man casting his fishing rod towards the will of the insect hive.
He was momentarily dazed, and the scene before him suddenly changed.
He saw the lake transform into stars and a subspace, the small boat into the Imperial Dream, and the old man into a valiant man with long brown hair, clad in golden armor, who held not a fishing rod but a burning blade. He stood atop the bow of the Glory Queen-class battleship, his sword pointing towards the alien creatures in the heavens.
Azrael's expression froze for a moment, not because of the emperor's imposing figure,

Rather, it was because he had just been wondering if the old man, standing on the lake watching the lion and the angel of forgiveness come and go, might know too many of the dark angels' little secrets.
In the blink of an eye, Azrael's vision shifted; the dense forest vanished, and he found himself standing within the fleshy spire, before the ovum.

He could now clearly see the human-shaped figure inside the follicle, its eyes covered by the blazing firelight, its body struggling in pain, and its four arms convulsing.

Without hesitation, the lion drew its power sword, named Loyalty, and plunged it into the egg follicle, ready to reward the alien with loyalty.

The sharp blade pierced slightly into the follicle, but at that moment, the creature dwelling within the follicle suddenly opened its tightly closed eye.
A powerful surge of psionic energy erupted from the creature's body, sweeping outwards. Azrael, Zabril, and Horel were almost unable to withstand it and were instantly thrown back.

But the lion's face was ferocious and terrifying; clearly, the invasion of his forest by the insectoid forces had enraged him.
The sound of flowing water in the forest could be heard intermittently. The dense forest appeared beside the lion, and together they pressed down on the figure amidst the turbulent water.

The sharp blade pierced the egg follicle, and viscous, orange-yellow liquid sprayed past the lion. The Sword of Loyalty plunged straight into the chest of the humanoid creature within the egg follicle.

The humanoid creature slowly raised its arm, covered in pus and chitinous carapace, and pressed it against Ryan's chest.

In an instant, the lion's breastplate shattered and disintegrated, and the lion fell backward, with the Sword of Loyalty being pulled from the humanoid creature's chest.

The lion quickly regained its balance in mid-air and landed as lightly as a wildcat in the forest, its eyes fixed on the creature.

The creature resembled the Genestealer Chieftain, its body covered in chitinous carapace, but its form was more human-like, seemingly because the Tyranids found it difficult to corrupt the extraordinary genes within it.
His physique was remarkably agile; every muscle, enveloped in chitin, was so clearly defined, like a statue of an ancient Greek giant. However, four arms with sharp claws extended from beneath his shoulders, adding an undeniable element of inhumanity.

His head resembled a human skull, only more rounded, with muscles pressed tightly against it. His eye sockets were deep-set; one eye was obscured by bright firelight, suggesting blindness, while the other resembled that of a wild beast. His skull protruded, and the brain tissue within glowed with a blue light, visible through his skin.

Chitin swirled and rose behind him, forming an arc resembling a crown and halo, accompanied by the psychic light emanating from his brain tissue, adding a twisted divinity to his appearance.

Looking at this creature filled with twisted divinity, Ryan's first thought was that, according to Zhou Yun's definition of phrenology, this thing was even a kind of human.

But he quickly suppressed the thought.

In this creature, he saw glimpses of his brothers; he saw Guilliman's rationality, his own coldness, Alpharis's mystery, Saint Gilles' divinity, and Rus's wildness. He even saw a shadow of the Emperor.
But, however,

Why does this creature exhibit more female characteristics than male characteristics?

Although this creature has well-defined muscles, its skeleton and body are slender, and its skull is relatively small, clearly exhibiting female physical characteristics.
Unbeknownst to Ryan, the Hive's will discovered that the Emperor's half of the genes was far too powerful and terrifying when it was shaping this body, making the resulting form difficult to control.
Therefore, the Hive's will suppressed the Emperor's genes and instead enhanced Erda's genes, causing her body to exhibit many feminine traits.

"Monster." The lion, unaware of these things, simply growled softly.

The creature twisted its head to look at Ryan, and to Ryan's surprise, he saw a sadness in its eyes that was unique to humans.

The Hive Will entered this near-human body, and its will naturally acquired humanity, just like the Primarchs.
But at this moment, it is not yet complete. The will of the hive originally attempted to be born in a complete form, and would begin to ascend the moment of birth.
But He was wounded by the Lord of Darkness and nearly had His body destroyed by the Lion, forcing Him to enter this body in such a premature form.

This caused Him incomparable complexity; He emotionally resisted ascension, and this resistance deepened after acquiring a physical body.

But the call from the warp, the instincts within his will, could not be suppressed, and he was pushed toward ascension.

The desire to be human and the desire to be elevated intertwined within Him, causing Him pain.

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The creature stared at Ryan, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke:
"Father."

A question mark appeared above Ryan's head.

(End of this chapter)