Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 631 A tiny subspace brain worm bites off a large chunk of the Slaanesh.
Northwest of the Milky Way, the cradle of serpents.

Ninglu issued orders for the Second, Fourth, and Fifth Battle Groups to land on the planets designated as Number Two, Number One, and Number Three, which were located far from the twin stars.

The think tank was assigned to three battle groups, each with different strengths.

In the Black Stormbird, Wilshire's gaze pierced through the narrow observation window, looking down at the dense forest below and the endless plains in the distance.

The Auger Matrix scans show that this planet is the most Terra-like of the twelve planets.

Of course, it refers to the legendary ancient times of Terra.

Wilshire's knowledge of the ancient times was mostly based on images seen during the early stages of training, before a legion was assigned and during the process of cultivating a sense of belonging to Terra.

He didn't even know if it was true or not; since he was born, Terra had already been a steel jungle made up of hives.

What Wilshire can confirm is that the second planet is similar in size to Terra and has a rotation period similar to one Terra day.

The most obvious difference is that the entire planet is bathed in a pale purple light, while Terra is shrouded in darkness.

"It's a natural hunting ground, but the creatures are unnatural."

The seasoned hunter Hasik gazed at the gray, owl-shaped creature as it leaped from the coniferous tree toward the brown-furred raccoon-like creature.

"Their colors are all very bright, pure, single colors."

"The eagle of Chogoris has a variety of plumage colors, including brown, gray, tan, black, and white."

"I've seen the simplest gray eagles on the grasslands; even their chest and abdomen are noticeably lighter in color than their backs."

Wilshire immediately understood what Hasik meant: "The technical sergeant specializing in geology speculates that this world has existed for millions of years, but has been in a state of stagnation."

"This does not conform to the laws of nature and clearly shows signs of artificial modification, possibly originating from the Spirit Race."

"But the power that influences the species may not come from the Eldar, but from those organically grown spires that are completely different from Eldar architectural styles."

Hasik gripped his halberd tightly. "I am the forest, you are the plain."

"Miguel's think tank team will accompany you."

“Okay.” Hasik nodded. His Brotherhood was not accompanying him on this expedition.

Moments later, Hasik mounted his jet motorcycle, greeted Miguel Cuesta, started the engine, and sped into the forest like a white arrow.

The roar of the engine startled the koalas perched in the trees.

Hasik glanced at the koalas that were leaping away in panic among the trees. They were cream-colored all over, not only their bodies but even their eyes.

The needles were also lush and vibrant green, exceptionally bright.

The whole world is like a painting with distinct colors.

With each breath, Hasik inhaled, air even purer than Chocoholics rushed into his trachea.

He did not immerse himself in the beautiful picture, but always kept in mind the dangers mentioned by Lord Nimrod at the pre-war meeting.

The locator rune rapidly shrank from 13.6 kilometers, revealing a pale yellow organic tower.

It resembles a glowing purple mushroom, yet its structure trembles as if it were breathing.

The scent of musk wafted up and filled my nostrils through the breathing grille.

Hasik suddenly felt dizzy, and the greens in his vision became greener, and the browns became browner...

Astartes' multiple lungs operate in toxic air.

A companion sphincter closes the trachea, stops normal breathing, and protects the lungs.

The other lung absorbs oxygen from the toxic air and effectively breaks down toxins.

As the branches and leaves swayed, purple petals drifted down from the sky.

The newly arrived "provoker" was suddenly startled to realize that the purple light did not come from the pale purple glow emanating from the ground, but from a dense, serpentine creature.

They all opened their mouths and silently exhaled thick mist.

Hasik slammed the accelerator pedal to the floor, unleashing the full power of the jet motorcycle, which, like a scimitar, smashed through the tangled, writhing purple snakes.

He controlled the direction with one hand and quickly spun the vehicle-mounted explosive gun with the other.

Amid the deafening explosion, Hasik noticed that the spray of blood mist was purple, not red.

The purple waves rose higher and higher, and the "provocateur" suddenly felt himself slowing down.

His motorcycle and his white armor looked as if they were stuck in a swamp.

The Provocateur intuitively identified the factor that was slowing him down—a thick, almost viscous, purple mist.

Just as Hasik was about to leap off the scimitar jet motorcycle, his mount suddenly roared and sprang up like an arrow.

He didn't need to turn around; from the locator runes in his helmet, he knew that the tech-based psionicist Mikel had blessed his motorcycle.

Hasik felt the surge of the machine spirit.

The curved jet motorcycle sped forward at unprecedented speeds, exceeding all he knew of, almost slipping out of his control. Boom!
With a loud bang, the white scimitar smashed the cluster of purple snakes to pieces.

As Miguel put away the Heartforged Staff, four scribes stepped forward from the crowd, wielding their Power Field Staffs.

Crimson flames erupted in the air, and a surging sea of ​​fire engulfed the purple waves.

Miguel noticed that the purple snakes swarming down from the trees, without any instinctive attacks that could cause them more harm, were frantically rushing towards Hasik as if he were the only enemy.

The "provocative element" attracted the swarm of snakes, allowing the think tanks to calmly unleash their attacks and clear out the snakes.

Miguel, a tech-savvy psionicist, gazed intently at the organic tower with deep, penetrating eyes.

The tower was made of some kind of strange crystal, with pulsating energy patterns on it that he had never seen before.

The seasoned "appraiser" rapidly depleted his spirituality, but combined with his father's advice to gather energy, he gradually grasped the structure of the organic tower.

Upon reaching the organic tower, the newly minted "mechanical expert" was able to determine the structure of this seamless, almost biological building.

"Blow him up?" Hasik asked as he jumped off the motorcycle.

The mechanical expert shook his head. "No, an explosion would trigger the accumulated energy, causing an unpredictable disaster."

The "mechanical expert" stepped forward, wielding the Heart-Forging Staff, and struck a spot among the snake-scale-like patterns.

The organic spire's trembling breathing rhythm suddenly intensified.

As the "mechanical expert" broke the energy balance node, a crack immediately appeared on the crystal surface.

The scepter of the technology-based psychic always rested on the crystal surface, maintaining the energy balance.

He only crawled through a crack large enough for Astartes to pass through when the tremors stopped.

Hasik followed closely behind him, and the think tanks followed one by one.

As soon as Miguel entered the organic tower, he immediately felt as if he had entered another world.

The screams came like a tidal wave.

The sound did not originate from the real world, but rather from the heart, resounding in another world.

At the center of the tower was a sticky channel, from which purple viscous liquid dripped down the inner wall of the crystal like threads, flowing into the intestines.

Hasik walked to the front of the passage and looked down at the writhing purple tunnel below.

The Provocateur instinctively felt uneasy, as if something brushed past his white power armor and was staring at him with malicious eyes.

"What's down there?"

Miguel looked around and shook his head.

"There's no need to go down."

As he spoke, he pulled out a glass grenade. "I brought it with me from the forbidden treasure vault before the operation."

The "provocateur" glanced warily at the grenade in Miguel's hand; the faint, dormant insects inside made him feel uneasy.

“Retreat,” Miguel said to the others, and as they walked one by one to the rift portal, he pulled the ring.

As Miguel threw the glass grenade, he quickly retreated and slipped through the crack.

The passage twisted and turned wildly, like a snake.

The entire planet Two, and Nimrod in the void, heard a piercing shriek.

In the Sea of ​​Souls, a forbidden weapon from the "Dark Age of Technology" released a subspace brain worm the size of a grain of rice.

It flew rapidly toward the two purple snakes, which were millions of times larger than itself and twisted and intertwined.

His body has two heads and two tails, and his fat belly is full of faces.

As faces rolled by, they emitted painful cries.

Rumble!
The moment the disproportionately large and small creatures collided, a colossal wave surged in the Sea of ​​Souls.

The delicious soul that the purple snake was chewing on disappeared the instant it collided with the snake.

A large portion of her bloated abdomen has been lost.

The two enormous heads simultaneously emitted a piercing shriek, the resulting massive echo tearing through the veil of reality.

In the real world of the Cradle of the Serpent, passing through the sixth planet of the Gemini stars, the blue light suddenly dimmed.

The screams echoed simultaneously from planets one, two, and twelve.

At the base of the towering organic spires, the air was filled with the scent of musk, and the accumulated energy burst forth, causing the pale purple light of the entire planet to suddenly turn deep purple.

Countless strange creatures emerged from the purple mist, some waving crab-like claws, others with horns on their heads...

The great demon Slaanesh angrily drove his demons to surge forth from the organic spire.

(End of this chapter)