Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

At this moment, deep in the greenskin fortress on the planet, Goguz stood in front of his garbage throne, looking at the battlefield on the holographic projection, and felt that the situation was out of control.

Although his greenskin nature wouldn't allow him to admit defeat, he had already seen the end. Battle Moon could no longer reverse the fate of collapse. This WAAAGH could no longer continue. It was time to WAAAGH in the opposite direction.

"You didn't fight bravely enough, little ones!"

He roared, casting his gaze upon the lieutenants beside him, "Quick! All of you, lead the charge and let those lizards know who's the biggest and strongest!"

Several green-skinned bosses who were bored of following Goguz became excited after hearing the words. While thinking that there were still many better Warbosses, they roared and received orders, rushing to the battlefield, while Goguz quietly retreated and turned to walk towards the secret shuttle platform.

His heartbeat was still racing with the excitement of battle, but he knew that now was not the time to mindlessly rush over and hang out here with the other guys.

A dark red propulsion beam streaked across the night sky, and his shuttle vanished into the void like a green ghost, hurtling towards the far reaches of the galaxy. His wild laughter echoed in the cockpit, a mixture of reluctance and anticipation.

He lost this battle, but he knew that one day, he would come back and once again launch a WAAAGH even crazier than this one. As long as there was an opponent like him in the galaxy, he would never be bored.

……

In the end, the super beasts joined forces to supply energy to Leorian, allowing him to enter the overloaded red lotus state again, and use a super red lotus breath to directly hit the core of the orc combat satellite.

This caused the entire battle moon to completely fall apart, and part of it even flew out and hit the main star of Alsanta, causing the mass extinction of the remaining greenskins on the planet.

The suppression of the system was over, the battle moon was completely destroyed, the greenskin Waaagh! was terminated, the remaining stragglers were no longer a threat, and the Helka Confederation was victorious.

The only regret is that it is not clear where the greenskin warlord died, but according to the greenskin custom, he was probably killed in the chaos.

Equipping a planet with an engine doesn't mean you'll be invincible, although that's certainly impressive.

After cleaning up the battlefield, collecting the remaining technological debris of the greenskins, and completely burning the remaining orc ecosystem on the main star of Alsanta, the Federation marked the galaxy as safe.

The greenskin threat here was temporarily resolved, and many federal military forces embarked on the next stage of their journey.

94

Chapter 94 Eastern Star Region: The Sore of the Universe.

While the Federation's Northern Fleet was busy wiping out the remaining Greenskin military forces, the forces in the East encountered something even more horrific and abominable.

Poseidon Pastoral, this planet was once an ocean world belonging to the Empire. As one of the few paradise worlds, it possessed one of the few normal and comfortable ecosystems within the Empire's territory, with paradise-like islands dotted across the azure sea.

But everything is ruined.

The Interstellar Federation's army was furious when they first saw the current state of the planet.

In their conquest of the galaxy, the Helka Federation swept across the land, destroying all inhuman interstellar civilizations and crushing the decay of the old order, ushering in their new era. However, what they saw before them could no longer be described simply as the old world; it was complete chaos, an abscess in the orderly universe, an incurable cyst of corruption.

It was a corrupted, cursed, and destroyed world.

Through years of psychic research and communication with state religion captives, virtual realm mentors and other races' psychics, the Federation has gained a certain understanding of the corrupting power of the warp.

Besides the demons of debauchery the Confederacy has already encountered, other ominous forces exist, manifesting themselves in the forms of bloodlust, corruption, and deception, and this knowledge will come in handy now.

As the Confederacy's fleet approached the planet, their long-range sensors were disabled by psychic disturbances.

When Helka's simple optical probes were launched and brought close to the planet's atmosphere, they witnessed a scene of hell.

This planet has no normal climate system, nor even normal gravity. It is like a piece of rotten meat devoured by germs in the universe, constantly squirming and releasing strange energy.

The decaying land was like a corpse devoured by germs. There were festering mountains everywhere, gushing fetid rivers, oily green water circles, the sky was covered with yellow-green haze, and the air was filled with insoluble stench and corrosive spores.

But what is even more terrifying is that there are actually "living things" that can survive here, and these creatures are not normal creatures.

On this planet, countless monsters writhe: they are unconscious zombies, rotten pieces of flesh, demons crawling out of pustules, and twisted creatures struggling in the sticky ooze of corruption.

Everything on this planet looks sickeningly alive. It is so filthy, yet full of "vitality".

The officers of the Helka Federation immediately realized that this was a virtual world completely polluted by evil psychic power.

Their data core quickly analyzed the nature of this world: it was a planet completely controlled by a malevolent psionic entity, a Chaos Daemon.

……

The Helka Federation never revered the gods. They scoffed at those mysterious, poetic descriptions, because they knew that the so-called gods were nothing more than human forms, with a pair of arms or a neck stretched two or three feet long.

The truly extraordinary things are those that even the so-called gods cannot know, the "empty house" universe with only eleven microscopic particles, the pure high-dimensional plane that cannot be observed by us because there is no third dimension.

The observation experiment of cosmic string theory that applies infinite theory tells us the true possibilities of the world. These things only account for one percent of the knowable physical laws, but they boast that they are the origin of all things.

The thought of this psychic parasite is laughable.

But we have to admit that they are a group of dangerous clowns. They do not understand the truth but claim to be the original truth. They do not understand the universe but corrupt the magnificence of the universe.

So when the warriors of the Federation saw the corruption of the planet, they were furious.

The essence of these demons is an insult to life and a one-sided magnification of the untidy, sub-healthy and pathological parts of life.

All intelligent life should pursue progress, order, and civilization, rather than being tortured, devoured, and enslaved by these morbid monsters, so they must die completely.

So, Helka's fleet launched an attack.

They carried reality anchors and began bombarding the planet. Their tranquility matrix was activated, and waves of psychic elimination spread out, peeling off the psychic influence that seeped into the void layer by layer.

The Federation's Transcendental Logic applied technology to expand a stable field around Poseidon Pastoral, not only preventing the spread of corruption, but also beginning to increase the repressive power of reality.

The psychic influence of the Chaos Demons began to be expelled from the world, and the never-ending decay was once again controlled by physical laws such as entropy increase, tending towards complete disintegration.

When the corrupted biosphere was once again constrained by the laws of nature, the Confederacy's relentless orbital bombardment followed. The corrupted ocean was ignited, and the plague-ridden biosphere was set on fire by plasma weapons.

After the psionic influence was driven away, a mass extinction event occurred that the planet had long overdue.

But the Helka Federation underestimated the extent of the planet's corruption.

This is no ordinary world, but a prized possession of Nurgle, the god of corruption. It has been twisted for countless ages and is filled with Nurgle's blessing or curse.

As crazy laughter rang out on the planet, the level of psychic influence in this place suddenly increased, and the corrupt ecosystem that was originally quietly returning to destruction seemed to be full of vitality again.

Amidst the cries of immortality, an army of Warp creatures consisting of Nurglings, plague zombies, corruption flies, and even a huge, swollen, grinning demon appeared on the planet.

They decided to spread true love and kindness to those prejudiced people who did not understand the beauty of the Father's gift.

After all, how can you not love every microbial colony in your body? That would be too narrow-minded.

The Federation soon found itself in a huge crisis. If these warp creatures simply appeared, their psychic bodies would directly collapse due to the influence of the reality anchors.

But this is a virtual planet located between reality and virtuality. The demons can use the highly psychic-infected matter here as the material to constitute themselves, without having to worry about being weakened by the constraints of physical laws.

In such a demonic world, they have unparalleled advantages.

The Confederacy's cleansing efforts were quickly thwarted, and the demons even launched a counterattack, creating festering orbital projectiles made of corrupted matter and demonic entities, which they fired at the Confederacy.

The Federation fleets struck by demons were filled with the influence of corrupted psychic energy. Since the ship-borne reality anchors were not as powerful as the ground-based ones, they would also be shut down if attacked by psychic energy from a large number of Warp entities.

The Federation was forced to go on the defensive and focus on ensuring that the survivors of the demon-invaded ships could be rescued.

The plan to remove this cosmic abscess is not ideal, and conventional tactics have obviously been thwarted, but the Federation still has a second plan, but it requires preparation time.

95

Chapter 95 Dead Space.

For those Federation warriors unfortunate enough to find themselves on a ship being boarded by Nurgle demons, the situation is extremely dangerous, and every person who survives this experience is a valuable champion.

The Federation carried out rescue efforts as much as possible. Although it could not guarantee that all survivors of the demon-captured warships were saved, at least most of them were brought back.

……

The air was filled with a foul odor. Damp and moldy, as if some creature's stomach was slowly digesting everything, even the metal corroded into a dark green pus.

Isaac turned the self-purification system of the engineering exoskeleton to maximum power. His engineer goggles were covered with a layer of fine white mist, and the internal filter had begun to alarm, indicating that the diseased spores in the air had reached an extremely dangerous level.

As a Federation field engineer, he'd experienced all sorts of dangers and hardships, but he'd never seen anything like this. Within 24 hours, a massive horde of demons had stormed the Federation cruiser, leaving it swollen and rotting like the dead. Most of the crew had perished, leaving him seemingly alone.

The battleship now resembled a patient completely devoured by some horrific disease. Dark green pus oozed from the ceiling, and the alloy panels on the floor had become soft, swampy tissue. Stepping on it could feel a slow pulsation, as if the battleship was no longer a steel machine, but the innards of some living monster.

Isaac gripped the plasma launcher tightly and slowly advanced along the dark corridor, his steps light and quick. He knew those things were nearby. He could hear their laughter, a hoarse, wet, malicious chuckle that came from the walls, the air, even his mind. He didn't dare look back.

The hatch not far away had lost its original shape and was now a pus-filled opening, spasming from time to time as if it were breathing.

He had to get through there to get to the escape pod area, and he wasn't sure he could stand walking through this corrupted area.

He had seen several crew members who tried to escape. After breathing this deadly air, their skin turned into mud, their bodies dissolved, and eventually turned into "organic slurry" on the ground and was slowly absorbed by the hull.

Others turned out worse, and Isaac had to take matters into his own hands.

He couldn't follow in the footsteps of what was being reorganized and had to move on.

……

"Isaac..."

He stopped abruptly. He had heard the calls of others more than once. In this space, the ugly influence of the warp made hallucinations often visit his mind, and he learned to ignore them.

But that voice, that familiar and gentle voice, was his wife. His heart suddenly sank and he turned his head away uncontrollably.

At the end of the corridor, a slender figure stood there, bathed in the dim green light. She was still the same as he remembered, with golden hair hanging down her shoulders, soft eyes, and a familiar smile on her lips.

"Honey, why don't you come to me?"

Isaac's chest felt like it was hit by a hammer. His reason told him that this was impossible. Claire had died in the colonial war during the Necron War. The evil weapons of the Necrons had left her without even a body.

Although the Federation's Mecha God told her that her soul had returned to peace and was heading towards a new reincarnation, Isaac always had the illusion that he could find her one day.

At this moment, she was standing there, alive, as if everything had returned to the past.

"Claire?"

His voice was hoarse and uncertain.

"bring it on……"

She held out her hand and walked toward him.

Then, her cheek split open, a wriggling tentacle emerged from her mouth, and the disguise peeled away, revealing a twisted, demonic face with an exaggerated grin.

Her eye sockets sunken, and her corrupted hands suddenly stretched out, grabbing at him: "Join the God of Death!"

Isaac's blood froze. He squeezed the trigger, and a blue beam from the plasma launcher shattered her head.

The monster fell down instantly, and green fluids spilled all over the ground, but there was still a smile on that face. Even death could not erase that twisted ecstasy.

He held onto the wall, his heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to burst. He began to pant, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and sweat mixed with the cold air condensed into an icy layer on his skin.

"is fake……"

He muttered, forcing himself to remain calm, but the nausea still churned in his stomach.

The funny thing was, he didn't even have time to mourn his past. He heard a dull crawling sound behind his head, and he quickly raised his weapon. The body lying on the ground was actually trembling.

The shattered head began to heal, the bones entangled together like vines, and the rotten body frantically reorganized itself.

These "necromorphs" wouldn't truly die unless they were vaporized to their atomic state, so the thing stood up again, its broken mouth split open to the ears, revealing rows of yellowed teeth.

It laughed and made its original sound, which was enough to produce synaesthesia and cause nausea in the taste buds. It whispered: "Isaac, don't run away..."

There is no hope in this dead space.

……

Apparently some people don't think so.

boom!

A violent energy shock blew the monster away. Isaac turned his head sharply and saw a tall eight-legged figure appear at the end of the corridor: it was a squid man covered in combat armor, holding a disintegration beam cannon in his right hand and spewing high-temperature plasma arcs in his left hand.

"you are still alive?"

The squid man muttered, its voice carrying no strange psychic echoes and bringing no hallucinations, real or false.

"temporary."

After Isaac managed to stand firmly, he walked towards the other party eagerly, as if it were some kind of living reality anchor. His eyes were filled with frightened fear and eagerness for something real and reliable.

"Can't stay."

The squid man spoke slowly, using the force field emitters attached to his tentacles to cut into pieces the still struggling demon. "The reality anchor is broken, and the psionic influence is too strong. We can't stay on this ship. We must leave. The pollution on the shuttle side is even worse. I want to take another route. Come with me."

Isaac took a deep breath and nodded. They walked side by side towards the garbage disposal bay.

The corruption around them was still spreading, and the organic tissue on the walls formed painful faces, whimpering softly, trying to lure them to stop.

The hatch was just ahead, but the demon had already sensed their intentions.

Dozens of corrupted creatures poured out from both sides, some dragging swollen organs, some with sickly insect wings growing on their backs, and green plague mist spewing out of their mouths.

"I'll hold them off."