paranoianovel Chapter 305 Crazy Haemonculus
Chapter 305 Crazy Haemonculus
The cruelty of the unfettered city is beyond imagination.
Bounty hunters lurk here looking for suitable newcomers. The most shameless and insidious townspeople are sometimes recruited by the conspiracy. Countless secret negotiations are chosen to be conducted here. Screams are the background music of the entire unrestrained city.
Yifeng couldn't help but sigh, "I thought the Dark Spirit Tribe were all rich bandits riding motorcycles, but I didn't expect that there are also poor bandits."
We don't know how the food got here and how it was distributed, because there was no material produced here for them to exchange for food.
"Call the transport ship."
"Commander, it seems that this place is too far away and communication cannot be connected."
Yifeng pouted, the Internet world is so disgusting, right?
"Then fight back and save ammunition... I hate saying this."
Yifeng took the lead and rushed towards the direction of the towers.
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While Yifeng was paddling, various strange creatures began to emerge from the caves in the subspace, and the Haemonculi underground also began to counterattack.
The Dark Eldar's "non-psionic" teleportation equipment is very expensive, but the Haemonculi, as the richest group of mad scientists, equip them in large quantities.
Countless indescribable creations of flesh and blood were teleported behind the Astartes.
Haemonculi enjoy these experiments. Pain and torture are good medicine, and the flesh-and-blood surgery that connects different creatures brings them joy.
The Shadow Crow's soul-piercing roaring attacks combined with the Bladewing's steely feathers make it a bloody butcher.
The remains of the Dark Eldar were mixed with the Tyranid warriors. The soul of the Eldar was tortured inhumanly and devoured by the Hive Mind. As a victim to escape the control of Slaanesh, its sanity was so insane. The speed and speed of the Eldar. The Tyranid warrior's powerful flesh combines to transform him into a swift killer.
There are so many creatures sewn into the blood wolf's body that no one can tell what it is.
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Every creature can tear mortals apart with ease, and the battle now truly enters into a battle between the Emperor's angels and the fallen madmen of flesh.
The human army stopped at the base of the forested towers. Their mission was to hold there at all costs and consume the living strength of the Dark Eldar.
Above, they fled the battlefield with the flesh and blood of their comrades, and the remnants of the Dark Eldar trying to find the Haemonculi would constantly attack the ground troops, trying to enter the underground laboratory.
The underground is much scarier than the one above.
Under the leadership of the great think tank, technical sergeants and pharmacists, they encountered unspeakable enemies during this period, and the Haemonculi used many secret weapons without hesitation.
Don't really think that they are afraid of the subspace. Many of the madmen among the Haemonculi are from ancient existences before the fall of the Eldar. They not only dare to fight demons, but also dare to capture demons and conduct experiments on them.
A painful demon soul is sealed in a crystal coffin, tortured by dense binding runes. It is always in a state of collapse, constantly accumulating the power to scream when it returns to the subspace.
The moment this weapon called the Dark Archangel was put into the battlefield, the binding runes disappeared. The screams that the demon had accumulated for a long time and the flash of light when it returned to the subspace instantly surprised the two who looked directly at it. Techmarine and a pharmacist go crazy.
Soul screams rushed into the minds of every warrior present. Under the protection of anti-psionic armor, several warriors still fell.
While the Great Thinker used psychic powers to disperse the opponent's influence, another Haemonculus teleported down.
Fire and plasma instantly enveloped the enemy, but the Haemonculus was unscathed and calmly took out another coffin from the sea of fire.
The soldiers immediately formed a counterattack formation, and the explosive bombs they fired gradually transformed into anti-psionic bombs.
The exposed flesh was stained with anti-psionic liquid, but remained unscathed by the impact and flames. The Haemonculus chanted to himself, like a chaos wizard.
A pharmacist was the first to rush forward, using the most conventional thinking, he would chop you to death if you can't kill him.
The long knife sank into the opponent's chest. Deep in the laboratory, the nightmare doll, or stand-in doll, had been burned to pieces, and its body was full of bullet holes and knife marks caused by bombs.
The Haemonculi counterattacked equally swiftly, with attacks from flesh gloves and sorcery rifles appearing from unexpected positions.
The muzzle of the sorcery rifle was placed on the Haemonculus's shoulder blade, and the crystal virus was fired at the incoming apothecary.
The virus contained in the crystal pillar can transform all organic matter into glass. The victim will turn into a lifelike crystal statue within a short time of being hit by the crystal pillar.
The flesh and blood glove also grabbed the pharmacist's head, but was blocked by the sharp tactical dagger.
The Haemonculus was a little surprised. The enemy's armor this time was harder than that of the Terminator, but it also had a way.
The spell in his mouth finally finished, and the strange runes flashing on the coffin disappeared. The coffin was instantly torn into pieces, and countless invisible monsters rushed towards the emperor's angels.
While the soldiers were confused, there were many collision sounds on their bodies. Rapid claw strikes and marks appeared on the red armor. The only thing that everyone could see was a demon flying out of the broken coffin.
At least that's what they thought at the time.
The demon immediately flew towards the Primaris warrior who had suffered the most claw attacks, using countless scythes and claws protruding from the dark shadow like rags.
The largest claw immediately grabbed the warrior's head and pulled hard. The scythe behind kept cutting the armor, trying to pull out the angel's head and spine.
With the demon's exertion, the adamantine armor flew off the ground, but the pharmacist did not give in. Countless blades peeled off the opponent's tentacles inch by inch in a dizzying flurry.
The pharmacist grabbed the "Devil's" head, and the two sides pulled it in the air, hammering and hacking at each other.
After the fire support troops below fired a large number of anti-psychic bombs to no avail, they finally realized something and replaced them with biological agent bombs.
The Haemonculi disappeared in a flash, and countless tentacles emerged from the passage behind, grabbing the Astartes and trying to pull them into other dimensions.
Feel like you are facing the monster in the eye of fear.
The anger of the Great Thinker increased in the long battle. Fearless's body was melted in many places, the plastic steel was chopped into pieces like tofu, and the ceramite turned into a gurgling stream in the poison, as if in front of the Haemonculus, it was not pure essence. Vehicles built with gold combined with anti-psionic energy are vulnerable to a single blow.
"Calm down, Great Thinker, this is a showdown between the technology of the Golden Age and the legacy of the Eldar."
I don’t know who uttered such a sentence, which completely angered the great think tank. The power of the think tank director emerged in an instant, and his spiritual energy exploded, brutally tearing open the webway space, not only teleporting himself away, but also Together with several nearby technical sergeants wearing their own modified Mark X armor, they were also taken away.
In the Haemon's laboratory, the pervert who had just caused trouble was cleaning the stand-in doll and binding himself to another doll.
On the surrounding stone platforms, there are unspeakable blasphemous creations placed on each one. There is even a green-skinned boss who has been infused with demonic essence. I wonder if Brother Go and Brother Mao will beat its evil master.
"Hehehehe, the guys on the other side of the Dark Portal can't deal with them. It's so interesting. It's great. What should I use next...the Despair Ball, no, no, no, too weak, hahaha, too weak. .”
The crazy blood actor turned around and kicked open the vault. The thin layer of flesh and blood covering the metal prosthesis was melted after the genetic scan. After the vault was opened, there were careful storage facilities inside, which bound the A big pot.
A gift from a cousin, the Cursed Crucible.
The essence of countless tortured people is quietly sealed inside the crucible. The crucible is not full, but it is worth it, because the last use helped it capture the powerful soul of the great prophet of the Ark Eldar Tribe, a prophet. Sealed here.
"This is good, this is so charming. I have to run farther away. I have to appreciate it carefully. I have to find a viewing platform. I have to..."
"There are thousands of fighting groups, and I am the leader!"
The Great Thinker roared loudly, echoing the battle cries of other war groups, which startled the Haemonculus.
The sharp blade sank into its body in an instant, and the stand-in doll that had just been locked was damaged again.
As the huge body of the Great Think Tank moves, every brutal swing will destroy the surrounding exhibition rooms and release strange creations one by one.
The whirling fine gold chains and anti-gravity fluctuations then shattered it into pieces and shook it into a molecular state.
"No, no, no, my collection, yes, enjoy its gifts, no, this is my most perfect sample, ah! My best flesh and blood warrior..."
While the Haemonculi jumped left and right, the technical sergeant was already approaching.
The powered mechanical pliers hit the Haulingren's head hard, but the opponent suddenly disappeared.
The dimensional jumper in the Haemon's hand sent out an alarm, and it had entered an overload state. It opened its nine arms in the distance, as if embracing the gods.
The Great Thinker snorted coldly and opened the rift in the subspace to pursue. A more terrifying psychic scream erupted from the crucible.
All the experimental subjects present had their heads exploded, the technical sergeant collapsed on the spot, and the huge mechanical monster became silent.
The Haemonculus jumped in the distance, "This is the greatest work, and it is greater than the greatest work in the world. It only disappears in an instant!"
In the eyes of the Haemonculus, the huge mechanical structure was completely destroyed. The mechanical "snake tail" under it was like a spring, contracting and accumulating force, and then jumped up heavily. He jumped over his work, and then the next one was sealed. arms.
The collapsed stone platform and broken weapons leaked deadly liquid, but it came to the Great Think Tank like nothing happened.
The transformation of the Haemonculi's body is crazy. Although this person's head is normal, all the organs have been moved to safe locations.
It pulls out a long laser gun from its spine, and the laser cutter is always handy.
Its desire for research is endless, and the big guy in front of it will definitely not escape the fate of being cut up and dissected.
Suddenly, the giant adamantine claw of the Great Thinker moved. With quick eyesight and quick hands, the Haemonculus instantly cut off the connection area between the giant claw and the body.
"Be good, yes, be good, I'll see you soon."
The Great Think Tank involved all movable weapons, the immovable bolter fired into the open space, and the plasma cannon blasted a big hole in the ceiling.
"Don't be anxious, just wait and it'll be fine."
The bolter shells sent up a column of black smoke in the air and disappeared into a warp rift.
The Haemon's long-standing murderous instinct warned him, and he suddenly turned his head sideways, as if he had dodged the bomb.
The red revenge-type bolter round turned strangely in the air and penetrated the Haemonculus' body, but did not explode.
The Xue Lingren were stunned, the Great Think Tank was stunned, and Situ Val, who jumped from the blasted ceiling above, was also stunned.
Explosive bombs are a blind method. The Great Thinker never thought of actually hitting the opponent. The Haemonculus burst into mourning instantly, and its whole body trembled uncontrollably. The sound of laughter came from the explosive bombs, passing through its body. Looking for delicious souls.
Then you find that the other person's soul is dirtier, more evil, and more powerful than your own.
The imp that possessed the bomb as it passed through the warp was annihilated by the powerful soul of the Haemonculus itself.
It smiled happily, and then was neatly split in half by Situ Val.
"Big Think Tank, are you okay?"
"It's something, it's very important. I want a better big mecha! I want to drive a big mecha!"
Situ Val breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the technical sergeant who fell to the ground.
"Don't look at it. A broken soul will never come back."
"May their souls return to the throne."
Several other pharmacists also fell into this world from the ceiling. The great think tank fell to the ground, and the electronic sound came out intermittently, "Be careful, the space barrier here is unexpectedly weak. The psychic impact just now can This is not a simple attack."
After the great think tank finished speaking, he became silent.
"Enke, come and see what happened to the Great Think Tank!" Compared with what the Great Think Tank said, everyone was more concerned about the Great Think Tank itself.
Enke finally arrived late, and the power wrench on her body was stained with the enemy's blood.
The mechanical backpack jingled, and Enke's backpack was getting bigger and bigger, filled with all kinds of strange creations.
The remaining apothecaries performed their duties, and one of them prepared to devour the flesh and blood of the Haemonculus.
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"Something's wrong, this isn't his flesh and blood." The pharmacist wiped the blood from his mouth, and the memory he got was of an unlucky beast being caught by the Haemonculus.
The pharmacist took another bite.
It is the memory of a Haemonculus being attacked by a Haemonculus while watching the arena.
"Doesn't it have its own flesh and blood on it?"
The pharmacist was a little angry.
"Swallow it all."
Several pharmacists took turns to fight, but they couldn't find the opponent's memory.
In desperation, they planned to give up. A technical sergeant was preparing to recycle the Haemonculi equipment. The messy mechanical circuits on his body gave him an idea.
"Have you... ever eaten metal?"
"If you ask about bone-strengthening metal supplements, we have all taken them. Why are you asking this question now?"
Then, the apothecary watched helplessly as the crazy scion of the Iron Hands swallowed the Haemonculus' alloy spine in one gulp.
The alloy mixed with flesh and nerve slowly disintegrated under the influence of the poison glands in the Astartes' mouths.
The Emperor's Angels originally had the ability to digest low-level metals, but this technical sergeant strengthened his internal organs and digested this strange thing without ceremony.
"Brother, you are a bit fierce."
However, the technical sergeant who had eaten the alloy twitched on the spot, his whole face twisted into a ball.
"Enke, Enke! Come on."
Situ Val took out his scalpel and was about to make an incision, but the brother slammed his arm to the ground and said vaguely, "Priest, political commissar, Nian Ci Jin, help, Emperor..."
Situ Val found that the alloy had been completely digested, all living things returned normally, and the body of the great think tank shook.
Enke, who had just jumped off the huge mechanical monster, turned around suddenly, and a soft spiritual light passed through him and enveloped the poor technical sergeant.
"We can't afford to lose another brother."
The technical sergeant's trembling gradually stopped. In fact, he only gained thousands of years of memories from the Haemonculi. His pituitary gland almost burst. He gasped for air. It was very scary to peer into thousands of years of time with a hundred years of service.
"Is the soul fixed to the armor?"
Situ Val murmured to himself that it is simply impossible to obtain memories using flesh and blood. The essence is to eat souls, which is the ability given to them by gene seeds.
"Haha, it might as well be the Mechanicus. At least they still have some of their own flesh and blood..."
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"For the dead! For humanity!"
Yifeng couldn't remember how many times he slashed. The Dark Spirit Race was killing them endlessly, as if they were fighting an entire race. The resistance of each "small village" was resolute and crazy. They defended this place to the death, because they Nowhere to go.
The Haemonculi are so far away for them, and they are so poor that they have no "soul life insurance" at all. Therefore, they are like every intelligent creature that guards their homeland, with their bullets raining down and their blades dripping with blood.
The Beiwei army began to suffer casualties. There were always some Dark Eldar who could hurt the fine gold when using the "Treasure of Towns and Villages". Yifeng said goodbye to several old friends. The casualties of this war were too great.
"Commander, look, those over there are shooting into the sky."
The artillery fire all over the sky in the far distance proved that an enemy was attacking from the sky. In the magical sky vision of the super-dimensional space, a small dot flickered and disappeared.
"Have a big bang and let them see me!"
Twenty minutes later, the disheveled Yifeng finally met up with the support. When they met, they could feel the murderous intent.
The winner stood at the door of the transport boat and looked at Yifeng coldly.
It was really unlucky for me to take on the task of protecting you. Why did you run away and get lost while I was killing the Eldar?
"Well, when you come here...who is guarding the People's Light?"
"I fought them off."
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In fact, it has little to do with the winner. No matter how strong he is, he has killed hundreds of Dark Eldar in these times. The main reason is that the tens of thousands of incoming strong men retreated one after another when they heard that the Xueling people were attacked, or Run along the small webway, or return to the Haemonculi base to aid.
The winner points to the subspace breach in the distance.
"What are you going to do about that breach?"
"Breach? What breach?" (Yifeng's eyes cannot see that far)
The imperial army dragged Yifeng into the transport boat and flew towards the distance.
Demons are pouring into the Webway, and the Black Heart Cabal is fighting each other with gritted teeth, expelling the demons while repelling the onslaught of the mortal army.
"We stand here, Lord Victor will solve everything, follow his orders, and we will win."
"Where is Lord Victor?"
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No Dark Eldar can answer this question.
"That's not something you can do at your level. Sir, he has his own plans. He always has the most evil and wisest plans."
The samurai chiefs of the conspiracy deceived the other fighting warriors, but they were almost running out of ammunition and food. Their flesh and blood would be exhausted, but they were always facing new enemies.
At this moment, Victor stood in the Irish control room, his expression was uncharacteristically gloomy and mysterious.
With a solemn expression on his face, he flipped through the leather manual and rubbed it over and over, still unable to make up his mind.
The Clive Passage is important, the Kale Walls are important, the Final Barrier is important... everything matters, and nothing matters.
Victor had deceived everyone, and this was the most important place.
The Dark City was originally established because it was the transportation hub of the Webway. The prosperous commerce and port transfer station brought great wealth and a rich population.
Now, this is no longer a transportation hub, this is a place of death. The breach in the subspace is huge. If it is in the center of Comoros, then Viktor cannot block it.
Comoros's blocking technology will cause tremors in a large area, and Comoros will be completely shattered by a "big earthquake".
unless......
Drive Comoros away.
The place where Victor stood was the earliest prototype of Comoros. When this important transportation hub was first established, it was just a supply depot, driven over by a super-large network city platform.
Over the course of countless years of development, almost all the Eldar have forgotten this.
Asdubar Victor discovered this place after he completely mastered every inch of Comoros, and the ancient records,
But he was reluctant to let go of millions of years of development. The Dark Eldar's stronghold has never wavered.
Victor put down the manual and walked out.
Now that you have decided to leave, there is nothing to hesitate about. Let’s tear this place full of holes and annihilate it all. Let this group of low-level animals who don’t know whether to live or die know that the ancient world 65 million years ago What is the battle like?
When Victor's voice reappeared in the ears of the Dark Eldar, the morale of the Black Heart Cabal increased greatly, and the morale of all senior leaders dropped sharply.
The power of the weapon that Victor wants to use is not what scares the senior officials. What they fear is that Victor will use himself as a sacrifice.
The Dark Eldar's long-term non-use of psionic power has gradually degraded their psionic potential. Without worshiping a god, full activation of their psionic potential would be impossible.