The Judge's Astonishing Wisdom
The Tyranid a strange Xenos discovered long ago in the Empire, dating back over 1,000 years.
It sounds strange, but it's true. In fact, the name "Tyranid" 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 Tyranid; in fact, they thought they were quite useful.
Because of the Empire's unique national circumstances, factors such as industrial pollution, Hive City waste, and planetary radiation combine to create all sorts of strange mutants.
These mutants aren't the Fury the old pervert sees them as. The Felids- like Abhumans race is already considered to be at the pinnacle of attractiveness; most of them are actually incredibly ugly.
No matter the era, as long as humanity hasn't gone extinct, we'll always rely on modeling; looking good is definitely useful.
This is one of the reasons why the Emperor was so pleased 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 Abhumans Classification, Dog-men are listed as a separate category. Although they are indeed officially recognized demi -Abhumans, they are classified as pets in the data.
Compared to Abhumans races like Dog-men and Felids, who have rounder appearances and ultimately gained Imperial Household Registration through their looks and strength, some Abhumans races are much more unfortunate.
For example, the Beastmen, who are now classified as high-risk mutants or even Xenos, were actually legal during the Great Crusade and were used as laborers on ships. As for why they have become Xenos now, it's because they are prone to mutation and their appearance is really not flattering.
As Tyranid outpost infiltration unit, specifically Genestealer infected mutant, how would the local Planetary Governor evaluate it?
The answer is yes, it works!
Yes, that's right. Compared to the bizarre-looking mutants, the infected are quite human-like. After all, Baldy isn't something unacceptable; at most, they might have an extra arm.
Moreover, these Kroot Cult members are particularly obedient; they are hardworking and diligent as workers, fearless as soldiers, and exceptionally resilient and durable.
This led the Planetary Governor, who initially encountered this strange group, to completely fail to realize that they were Xenos, or perhaps he did realize it but didn't care, instead relentlessly exploiting them under the Empire's inhumane tradition.
Some of the Genestealer infected were even recruited into the Star Guardians as part of the planetary Imperial Tithe, thanks to their daring, fearless, and reckless behavior. They were sent to the Astra Militarum to protect the Empire.
Ultimately, this led to the abstract fact that the most efficient producers in the Hive City region, the most fearless members of the Astra Militarum, and the most Fealty members of the Hive City's lower ranks were actually Kroot Cult.
The phrase "Genestealer dies 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 Kroot Cult 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 Xenos.
Most remarkably, 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 Genestealer individuals, they are the most Fealty subjects of the Master of Mankind, and the Emperor on the Golden Throne is a fake; the true Emperor is not one head and two arms, but one head and four arms.
Doesn't it look alright? Anyway, the Genestealer religious followers are honest, so who cares what their beliefs are? Just exploit them to the death.
Congratulations! The Planetary Governor thinks the same way, and you can become the Planetary Governor!
This wasn't mockery; it was the Planetary Governor's genuine thought. Under this tacit, collective imitation, numerous Genestealer cults became part of the Underhive, generating substantial output for the Imperium of Man.
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 Genestealer cultists, led by Purestrain Genestealer, will launch a massive riot to welcome their beautiful dream that has been woven for countless generations.
The Tyranid 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 Genestealer cultists who have been deceived for generations.
This is one of the reasons why the Impregnable Defense Line the Empire built for the insectoids always crumble.
Having witnessed the terrifying power of the Behemoth fleet during the First Tyrannic War, the Department of the Munitorum began to employ its extraordinary 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 Tyran fleet, an Inquisitor named Kryptman suddenly came up with a brilliant idea: let heroes fight heroes, and good men kill good men. Before the arrival of the insectoids, apart from the Chaos, the greatest enemy of the Imperium of Man was actually the Orks. These damned Orks creatures were scattered throughout the galaxy, and there were also numerous Ork Empire.
Having fought for a full ten thousand years, the Empire knows the Orks extremely well. Now that the insects have arrived, why not lure them to the Orks' side, let them fight amongst themselves, and the Empire can reap the benefits?
It's unclear whether it was some Old Terra Baldy ghost appearing in a dream that led the Inquisitor to perform this Abstract Maneuver, 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 Sol Sector was blown up by Exterminatus, turning it into a barren wasteland.
In the Extreme Sector, 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 Maelstrom empty? There just happens to be an Ork Empire called Orctavius over there, so let's lure the bugs there.
You said there's another Chapter nearby called Serenity? 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 Orks beasts. It was like a turtle and a green bean falling in love at first sight.
As the war intensified, countless Orks rushed to Orctavius, while the remaining hive tentacles belonging to the Leviathan fleet also joined the Orctavius.
If Mordred were to find out that a massive, chaotic massacre was taking place right next to his hometown, it's hard to say about the others, but every single one of these Inquisitor would be dead.
But Mordred, trapped in the Imperium Nihilus, 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've been wandering around the edge of the Stygian Sector. When the insects come, none of them can escape; they can only passively join the group.
Just as Mordred and Zhuang Sen, these two unfortunate brothers, were flying towards the front lines in their small, dilapidated boat, the pulse signal created by the Tyranid not only prompted the Blood Angels to activate the Ultimate Wall Protocol, but also attracted some ancient slumberers.
In an instant, with Space Marine Chapter rushing from all corners of the world, various forces gathered in this remote and impoverished place in the Stygian System.
Seeing the Necron suddenly intrude into his bedroom, Dante 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 Necron Overlord 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 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 point, Zalasus, the last overlord of the Dynasty of Morphett, paused for a moment, and a strange way of thinking that should have belonged to the era of the Necron, 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.
"My He Whose Name Cannot Be Spoken— Zalasus. You may 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?"
"That's right."
"Xenos, you deserve to die!"