Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 289 The Demon Prince
Dozens of upside-down silken cocoons fell silently, forming a solid barrier that instantly dispelled the fear in the governor's heart, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

These are the accumulated resources of the filarial race over thousands of years, meant to prepare for unforeseen circumstances, and they are finally coming in handy today.

Not only the rulers, but also the loving fathers and mothers felt much more at ease, as they understood better what lay within the silk cocoon—enough to turn the tide!
The loving mother pulled the silk threads, summoning her psychic-talented clansmen to come and set up a magic array in advance, guiding the power of the subspace to descend.

She is now extremely worried, and her doubts are higher than the sky.

As soon as the humans entered the planet's interior, Mother Mother did not miss the opportunity and immediately used her psychic powers to try to crush them to death in the passage.

However, the feedback was bizarre. After the willpower that could shake a planet descended, it disappeared without a trace, leaving no ripples.

She tried many times, but all her attempts were unsuccessful.

Ultimately, amidst endless self-doubt, they could only watch helplessly as the human army pressed in, launching this war of reckoning.

However, the looming sense of crisis from humanity, like a thorn in her side, jolted the loving mother from her brief moment of relaxation.

She knew she couldn't just sit and wait to die in confusion; she had to use every means to resist the human assault forces.

Soon, at the call of the loving mother, the silkworms, which possessed psychic abilities and were surrounded by an aura of energy, appeared one after another.

They crawled through the silken netting into the heart, lay respectfully on the ground, and listened to the loving mother's teachings.

"Form a psionic array," the nerve tendrils commanded, and the Mother of Compassion moved her body to the center of her heart: "Infuse your consciousness into me!"

The silkworms immediately spun silk, their fine threads shimmering with light, outlining a magic circle on the ground, enveloping the loving mother within it.

A purple, iridescent light shone in the heart chamber, and the loving mother raised her body, her mouth hissing, and a human face uttered obscure language, chanting incantations and spells.

She stopped in the center of the formation, feeling the continuous flow of spiritual energy into her body. After her consciousness gathered, she felt incredibly clear-headed.

Her soul felt ethereal, and the loving mother felt that at this moment, she had left the shackles of the mortal world and ascended to another realm.

Her slumbering consciousness "opened its eyes" and saw a colorful sea, surging with endless energy.

Subspace!
The maternal consciousness of procreation transcended the dimension of reality and arrived at the sea of ​​the soul, a place she longed for throughout her life.

In this transcendent place, where power is inexhaustible, she could feel her consciousness being filled every moment.

The mother's soul trembled, making no attempt to conceal her excitement, greedily absorbing the power of the subspace.

A thousand years ago, when she was still ignorant and primitive, a mysterious creation squeezed out of the real universe and descended upon two silkworms that were reproducing, and their destinies began to diverge.

Two primitive, fragile filarial worms, inspired by a divine object, became intelligent beings.

It wasn't until they inhabited humans that they learned of the existence of the subspace and where their enlightenment came from.

After learning of its origins, the filarial has never stopped exploring the subspace, but has never been able to roam within it.

Although filarial worms receive enlightenment, their souls remain primitive, making it difficult for them to break free from the constraints of the real universe and explore its mysteries with their souls.

To some extent, loving mothers envy and even are jealous of human beings.

Their souls are naturally sensitive, allowing human psionicists to easily peer into the warp and obtain divine power from it.

Coveting human talents, the loving father and mother promoted racial integration, attempting to replace humans with filarial worms and steal that unique gift.

But it failed. Although filarial worms can substitute for all physiological structures and even mimic human genes, they cannot replace the human soul.

For filarial worms, which are full of curiosity, this is utter despair, as their potential is predetermined from the start.

Unwilling to accept defeat, the loving father and mother embarked on another path of seeking knowledge.

They injected psionic seeds into embryos, cultivated filarial psionic beings, and thus achieved their current success.

This is the right path!

Overwhelmed with emotion, the mother's soul, after a thousand years and countless experiments, finally escaped the mortal realm and arrived in the subspace with the help of her people.

She greedily bathed in the sea of ​​souls, frantically absorbing its energy, unaware that an incredibly terrifying shadow was silently descending from behind her.

In this vast and boundless subspace, every wisp of energy seemed to bear some terrifying mark. "A mere insect dares to run wild on my territory?"

Rumble!
The sound was like the roar of a great bell, shaking open the energy sea of ​​subspace, thus revealing the extraordinary greatness of its master.

The loving mother was startled awake, and her consciousness returned to clarity amidst the chaos. She realized that she had trespassed into the territory of a great being.

Looking up, a cold, iron-colored hand descended from the sky, covering everything, as if it could destroy stars with just a little force!

The tiny consciousness of the filarial worm wanted to resist, to send a signal to its kin to stop the magic array so that it could escape the subspace.

But it was all in vain. Her soul seemed to be frozen solid, her consciousness was stagnant, and she could not react at all.

The great being lifted up the weak soul, and the loving mother felt dizzy as an eye the size of a star star stared intently at her.

She dared not act rashly, nor could she think, and instinctively tightened her body to make herself appear harmless.

"So it's a bastard!" The figure sneered, its voice booming like a primordial thunder, mocking the mottled colors of the soul in its hand.

A lowly species that devoured countless human souls, became tainted by them, and gained psychic power.

The loving mother trembled silently. This being saw through her origins at a glance and knew everything about the past. She needed no words.

She did not understand what kind of being was before her; her soul consciousness could only glimpse a part of its body, and even with all her strength, she could not see its whole form.

"Interesting, very interesting!" The voice gradually became excited, shaking the soul of the Mother, as if it had encountered something that excited it.

"You come from the real universe, seeking the power of the Supreme Heaven to defeat your enemies, and I will grant you this favor!"

A divine light shot from the eyes of the iron-blue giant, imprinting itself into the soul of the loving mother and etching its mark deep into the soul of the humble insect.

The loving mother's soft body trembled as countless pieces of knowledge about the subspace flooded into her mind, amounting to billions of times more in an instant than she had painstakingly studied!
At the same time, she also learned the identity of the magnificent creature before her—the Demon Prince Bilak.

Within the subspace, He is the unhindered eternal overlord, the incomparably noble First Prince, whose status is second only to the Four Gods!
Before she could think any further, the Demon Prince threw her consciousness into the subspace, and from the sea of ​​souls came His instructions: "My servant, quickly offer sacrifices to welcome my demon army to the real universe and defeat your powerful enemy."

In the real universe, the soul of the loving mother returns to her body, her nerve tendrils tremble, and she awakens from a state of unconsciousness.

"The experiment was a success! It seems you've gained a lot." The loving father, who was guarding beside him, was extremely excited, ignoring his son on the ground whose soul had been drained.

He sensed that his partner's soul had become much stronger; it was a fundamental sublimation, not a false power gained by devouring humans.

This change indicates that the experiment was successful.

The death of mere offspring can give birth to countless more, sustaining exploration in the subspace until they transform into supreme beings.

"This trip has been incredibly fruitful." The loving mother slowly raised her body, adopting a posture that surpassed that of the loving father, and said with immense honor, "I have gained the appreciation of a great being and become His servant walking the world."

"Humanity is no longer a threat; receive the coming of our Lord's great power, and He will defeat all enemies."

The loving father saw his partner deviate from an equal stance, but instead of feeling resentful, he humbled himself and accepted her dominance over him.

Filariat never escapes its primitive state; the weak unconditionally submit to the strong.

The loving mother was very satisfied with the loving father's attitude. She was already branded as a prince and would serve her sovereign for life. How could a lowly being be worthy of being associated with him?
She slowly extended her nerve tentacles, using them as pens and psychic energy as ink, to carve a demonic magic circle on the ground, summoning the demon prince to the mortal realm.

The silk cocoons inside the heart descended completely, and after the silk threads were pulled away, they revealed a series of dazed humans with their arms crossed over their chests.

Although their faces were blank, purple light shimmered beneath their pale skin, and strange spiritual energy flowed through their blood, constantly displaying its power.

With a single gesture from her tendrils, the Mother placed humanity in a suitable position within the demonic magic circle, offering them as sacrifices to the Sovereign.

These are the powerful psionic beings she has collected among humans over the past millennium, at least Alpha level, which she has treasured as a backup plan.

Normally, Alpha-level psionicists are very dangerous and not easily captured. However, the filarial worms that live in symbiosis with psionicists devour their prefrontal cortex, leaving them defenseless.

Blessed by the prince, the loving mother was confident that she could defeat humanity and no longer needed any "backup plan".

The great psionic being of humanity is the best gift to Lord Birac, the stepping stone and foundation upon which He enters reality.

(I have a cold, and medicine at the pharmacy is so expensive!)
(End of this chapter)