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The husband was stunned, his mind went blank.

He couldn't understand why he and his wife had given birth to such a monster.

Just then, the wife, who should have been extremely weak while lying on the delivery bed, suddenly sat up.

She received the clan chief's signal.

The disguise is over.

The weakness and maternal love on her face vanished instantly, replaced by absolute coldness.

She reached out and grabbed a pair of sharp surgical scissors from the tray next to her.

"Pfft."

The scissors precisely pierced the husband's carotid artery.

Blood spurted out, splashing onto her beautiful yet cold face.

The husband clutched his neck, staring incredulously at his beloved lying in a pool of blood.

The woman didn't even glance at him.

She got out of bed, stepped barefoot into the blood, and snatched the monstrous baby with three arms from the terrified nurse.

She held the baby in her arms, a strange smile on her face.

"God...has come."

"God has come! God has come!"

She walked out of the delivery room.

In the corridor, the other "patients" and "family members" also dropped their pretenses.

They pulled out automatic pistols and bone spikes hidden under their clothes and began massacring the doctors and nurses in the hospital.

This scene occurred in every corner of Furnace-7.

Social order collapsed in an instant.

The most terrifying thing is not the strength of the enemy, but the destruction of trust.

Your colleagues with whom you spend every day, your lover sleeping next to you, or even your respected boss.

One second ago they were normal people, the next they've become alien believers who would stab you without hesitation.

This psychological impact is more destructive to a person's will to resist than physical killing.

……

Upper Nest, the Temple of the Mechanic Church, where towers were forged.

The forging director, Sigma-7, is in a state of extreme rage.

"Heretical! That damned heretic!"

Clearly, he had already seen the massive spaceship that had entered the orbital dock on the holographic screen.

One hour.

The orbital defense laser array will require another hour to recharge.

But the other party obviously wouldn't give him that time.

"Since the laser cannon is unusable and the fire control radar can't lock on (the electromagnetic shielding field has been repaired), let's just fire!"

The Sigma-7 roared into the communications channel.

"Order all air defense missile sites to stop using fire control radar lock-on! Start manually targeting them!"

"Even a blind man could hit such a big target!"

"Fire all the missiles and bring it down!"

However, the communication channel was completely silent.

No one responded to his orders.

"Answer me! 4th Anti-Aircraft Battalion! 7th Anti-Aircraft Company! Are you all dead?!"

Sigma-7 angrily pounded on the control panel.

Just then, the doors to the command center slowly opened.

A squad of elite guards responsible for protecting the core area of ​​the tower entered.

They wore heavy red armor and carried arc rifles that crackled with electricity.

"What are you doing here?"

Sigma-7 turned around, its electronic eyes flashing red.

"I did not summon the guards to return to their posts!"

The leading group of religious defenders did not stop.

He took off his helmet.

What was revealed was neither a bio-engineered eye that had undergone divine modification, nor a bald head implanted with a large number of chips.

Instead, it was a face with light purple skin and obvious bone hyperplasia on its forehead.

This is a fourth-generation hybrid gene stealer who infiltrated the Guardians of the Church and rose to a high position.

"Director."

His voice was calm, yet carried a chilling fervor.

"The defense system will not activate, and the communication lines have been cut off."

"We need to keep this place quiet in order to welcome the arrival of the savior."

The Sigma-7 was stunned.

His core logic revolved around frantically calling the police, but he couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

The Mechanicus's apologists are loyal guardians who have undergone the most rigorous ideological imprinting and neurological modification.

How could they possibly betray us?

"Are you... an alien?"

"We are the Ascended."

The friar raised his arc rifle.

Goodbye, decaying machinery.

"Sizzle—!!"

The blue high-voltage electric arc illuminated the entire command center.

Sigma-7 didn't even have time to activate its personal force field shield before it was struck by countless intertwined arcs of electricity.

His highly modified body convulsed violently under the strong electric current, and the internal circuit boards and biological tissues were instantly charred.

"boom."

The casting director collapsed to the ground, emitting a plume of black smoke, and the system completely crashed.

The mixed-race friar stepped forward, kicked aside the wreckage of the Sigma-7, and stood in front of the control panel.

He reached out and entered a series of commands on the panel that controlled the entire planet's orbital defense system.

[Command: System offline.]

[Command: Release all track locks.]

As the red confirmation button is pressed.

The planet Casting Furnace-7 has completely lost its outer shell.

It's like a peeled egg, nakedly exposed in the cold, dark, and malicious universe.

……

Outer space, inside the orbital dock.

Thanks to Andy's brilliant planning, the New Bond has been repaired by more than 95%, and several huge robotic arms have firmly locked it in place.

Andy stood on the bridge, looking out at the planet.

From space, Furnace-7 still appears as a hazy gray, with swirling clouds and a faint glow in the atmosphere.

But in Andy's tactical view, the planet had already turned red.

Countless red dots representing "firefights," "explosions," and "fires" are spreading wildly across the planet's surface.

In particular, the air defense positions that should have been flashing green friendly signals are now all extinguished.

"What's going on?" Andy frowned. Had Helios and the Cult of Mechanics fallen out?

"No, Mr. Andy."

Xiao Liu's voice suddenly rang out, no longer the calm broadcast tone, but carrying a very rare emotional fluctuation:

"The machine has detected extremely high intensity subspace interference."

"This type of interference... is definitely not an ordinary subspace storm."

"It is ordered and oppressive, like a giant dome that is isolating the planet from the subspace."

Xiao Liu pulled up a star chart.

At the edge of the star map, there was originally a void of darkness.

Now, a shadow has appeared there.

That wasn't a lack of light, but a massive tide formed by the convergence of hundreds of millions of biological warships.

"It's the [Shadow of Warp], the Tyranid fleet... is coming."

Chapter 82: Kaul Came, Kaul Left (4K Complete)

Eighty percent of the lights in Zhongchao went out within an hour.

Countless mixed-race infected individuals lurking in power generation hubs, substations, and power distribution centers simultaneously made their move.

They blew up the control panel with explosives, jammed the turbine with their bodies, or simply cut the high-voltage power lines with their claws.

The darkness descended with astonishing speed.

Many people are still asleep when their life support systems stop and their oxygen circulation pumps shut down.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh came from the darkness, along with that chilling hissing sound.

The administrative system was paralyzed in the first wave of betrayals.

When superiors tried to issue a lockdown order, they found that the communications officer's head had been twisted off; when the sheriff tried to mobilize the riot police, he found that the riot police were pointing their guns at civilians.

The entire Zhongchao area was in complete chaos.

In this sea of ​​chaos and darkness, only the Tenth District, the "Heart of Gears" Industrial Park, remains brightly lit.

There is an independent super generator set, an independent security and defense system, and an extremely shrewd Father Zor.

Zor sat on his life-sustaining throne, watching the areas on the holographic map rapidly turn red and then black.

"It's hopeless."

Zor made his judgment.

The administrative department is finished, the defense force is finished, and even the usually arrogant Helios Group is finished.

The gene-stealers have infiltrated so deeply that the very foundations of this planet are rotten.

Talking about resistance or counterattack now is a waste of computing power.

Zol ignored his colleagues who were still crying for help in the channel, and also paid no attention to the assistance requests sent by the Helios Group.

He turned his gaze to the coordinates above him, located at the edge of the atmosphere.

Rail dock.

Sisyphus asked him to help build the anti-gravity array and vacuum shield.