Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 334 The Judge's Astounding Wisdom
The Tyranids are a strange alien race discovered long ago in the Empire, dating back 1000 years.

It sounds strange, but it's true. In fact, the name "Terran" was given by humans themselves after the world called Tyran was eaten up by insects.

Before that, the Empire had no idea of ​​the danger posed by the Terran Zerg, and even thought they were very useful.

Because of the Empire's unique national circumstances, factors such as industrial pollution, hive waste, and planetary radiation have combined to create all sorts of bizarre mutants.

These mutants are not the Fury that the old pervert thinks they are. The cat-like demi-human race is already considered to be the most attractive, and most of them are still incredibly ugly.

No matter the era, as long as humanity hasn't gone extinct, we'll always rely on modeling; being good-looking is definitely useful.

This is one of the reasons why the Emperor was so happy when Mordred brought the dog-men to the Empire; after all, the dog-men were already quite good-looking, at least not causing any physical discomfort.

One more thing to mention is that in the Imperial Demi-human Classification, dog-people are listed as a separate category. Although they are indeed officially legal demi-humans, they are classified as pets in the data.

Compared to demi-human races like dog-people and cat-people, who have round faces and ultimately obtain imperial citizenship through their appearance and strength, some demi-human races are much more unfortunate.

For example, the Beastmen, who are now classified as high-risk mutants or even aliens, were actually legal during the Great Crusade and were used as laborers on ships.

As for why they've become aliens now, their misfortune lies in their susceptibility to mutation, and their appearance is truly unappealing.

As a Terran Zerg outpost infiltration unit, specifically a cunning infected mutant, how would the local planet governor evaluate it?

The answer is yes, it works!
Yes, that's right. Compared to the bizarre appearances of mutants, infected people are quite human-like. After all, being bald isn't something unacceptable; at most, they might have an extra arm.

Moreover, these cunning cult members are particularly obedient. They are hardworking and diligent as workers, fearless as soldiers, and exceptionally tough and resilient.

This led the planetary governor, who initially encountered this strange group, to completely fail to realize that they were aliens, or rather, even if he did realize it, he didn't care and instead relentlessly exploited them under the Empire's inhumane tradition.

Some of the more cunning infected were even recruited into the Star Guardians as part of the Planetary Eleven, thanks to their daring, fearless, and reckless behavior. They were sent to the Star Guardians to protect the Empire.

Ultimately, this led to the abstract fact that the most efficient producers in the Hive region, the most fearless members of the Astral Army, and the most loyal members of the Hive's lower ranks were actually cunning cultists.

The phrase "a cunning person will die for the country" sounds sarcastic, but that's the reality of the cesspool that is the empire.

Because of the mental distortion brought about by genetic infection, the world seen by the cunning cultists is completely different from that of ordinary people. Their values ​​and common sense have been completely distorted, to the point that they do not even realize that they have become aliens.

What's most outrageous is that, in the oppressive environment of the Empire, combined with the existing environment and the mind imprint of the Great Devourer, the cultists actually developed a cult organization called the Four-Armed Emperor.

In other words, in the eyes of these cunning individuals, they are the most loyal subjects of the human ruler, and the emperor on the golden throne is a fake; the real emperor is not one head and two arms, but one head and four arms.

Doesn't it look alright? Anyway, the cunning religious followers are honest, so who cares what they believe in? Just exploit them to the death.

Congratulations! The Planet Governor thinks so too, you can become the Planet Governor!
This is not sarcasm, but rather what the planetary governor truly thought. Under this tacit mutual imitation, a large number of cunning cults became part of the Deep Nest, generating a great deal of output for the human empire.

But all of this comes at a price.

When the insect hive tentacles haven't arrived, things are fine. But when the tentacles get close, these cunning cultists, led by pure-blooded cunning individuals, will launch a massive riot to welcome their beautiful dream that has been woven for countless generations.

The Tyranids were already troublesome enough, but with collaborators working from within, the entire world could be devoured by their tentacles and turned into a thick soup of biomass if we're not careful. This includes those cunning cultists who have been deceived for generations.

This is one of the reasons why the impenetrable defenses the Empire built for the insectoids always fall.

Having witnessed the terrifying power of the Behemoth fleet during the First Terran War, the Military Affairs Department began to employ its remarkable ingenuity in the face of the even larger Leviathan fleet.

As we all know, the important thing about extraordinary wisdom is not the wisdom itself, but the extraordinary nature of it. Faced with the ever-growing Terran fleet, an inquisitor named Kepman suddenly came up with a brilliant idea: let heroes fight heroes, and good men kill good men.

Before the arrival of the insects, apart from the Chaos, the greatest enemy of the human empire was actually the orcs. These damned green-skinned creatures were scattered throughout the galaxy, and there were also numerous orc empires.

Having fought for a full 1 years, the Empire knows the Orcs very well. Now that the insects have come, why not lure them to the Orcs' side and let them fight amongst themselves? Wouldn't that be wonderful for the Empire to reap the benefits?

It's unclear whether it was some ancient Terran ghost appearing in a dream that led the Inquisitor to perform this abstract action, reminiscent of blowing up the Yellow River, but what's even more abstract is that the Council actually agreed to it.

To carry out this plan, a ring of worlds surrounding the solar system was blown up by an extinction order, turning it into a barren wasteland.

In the extreme star field, which is the main battlefield, many other worlds also suffered the same fate, becoming isolation zones to contain the insects.

As for the battle location, that's easy to figure out. Isn't the area around the Great Whirlpool completely empty? There just happens to be an orcish empire called Euclius over there, so let's lure the bugs there.

You said there's another Chapter homeworld called Tranquility nearby? How can you be so selfish? What's wrong with losing a planet for the Empire?
The plan was undoubtedly a success. The Tyranid swarm, which was pursuing biomass, encountered an endless tide of green-skinned beasts. It was like a turtle and a green bean falling in love at first sight.

As the war intensified, countless orcs rushed to Octares, while the remaining hive tentacles belonging to the Leviathan fleet also joined the charge.

If Mordred found out that a massive, chaotic mess was taking place right next to his hometown, it's hard to say about the others, but every single one of these judges would be dead.

But Mordred, trapped in the dark side of the Empire, was unaware that he had only received a distress signal from Baal and wanted to go and get some meat.

More importantly, for the past year they have been wandering around the edge of the Hades sector. When the insects come, none of them can escape and they can only passively join the group.

Just as Mordred and Johnson, these two unfortunate brothers, were flying towards the front lines in their small, dilapidated boat, the pulse signal created by the Tyranids not only prompted the Blood Angels to activate the Final Wall Protocol, but also attracted some ancient sleepers.

In an instant, with Space Marine chapters rushing in from all corners of the world, various forces gathered in this remote and impoverished place in the Hades system.

Seeing the undead space creature suddenly barge into his bedroom, Dante, who had finally managed to rest for a moment, jumped up. But before he could even issue a warning, the powerful technology of this physics-loving man instantly froze the surrounding space:

"Human, I want to make a deal with you!"

"Who are you?"

After glancing at the unusually aged human warrior, the Necromancer, who had been observing for a long time, couldn't help but admire him. Although the human race was so young and crazy, there were quite a few people among them who possessed the Golden Spirit.

Especially this young man whom he had been observing since he was a child, whom he had never met, but who was like his own child.

At this thought, Zarasusa, the last overlord of the Murphy dynasty, paused for a moment, and a strange way of thinking that should have belonged to the era of the Fearful Ones, which had long since dissipated, surged from the array of logic.

More importantly, he didn't want the TV series he had been following for over 1000 years to be canceled.

“I cannot be called by my name directly—Zarasuza. You can call me father if you wish. Your body is nearing its end. I can restore your youth and save you from death.”

"What? You want me to stay young forever?"

"Yes."

"Alien, you deserve to die!"

(End of this chapter)