Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 117: The Tyranids are coming soon? (First order required~)

At this moment, Ron exploded.

The cunning psychic lighthouse has sent a signal that the Tyranids are coming to the planet Ers for a feast!
The huge swarm of insects will devour everything.

It is said that any planet attacked by the Tyranids will eventually become a bare rock sphere.

Even bacteria and archaea would be absorbed along with the atmosphere.

It can be said that they ate it all.

How can we have fun when things get so big right away?
I'm afraid I'll have to run away back to the subspace and guard the golden toilet with the God-Emperor.

Ron's mind was working rapidly, thinking of new strategies.

The only solution that can be thought of now is to quickly find the thief chief and chop him into eighteen pieces.

This will cut off the signal.

Then just pray.

Pray that the Tyranids don't get the signal, or switch targets once it fades.

This is the only chance.

But, there is no time...

Even if Ron immediately mobilized the entire Royal Court District's army, they would only be overwhelmed by the huge army of the Genestealer Cult.

It will also disturb the thief clan leader, causing him to hide deeper and increase his defenses.

This makes it more difficult to kill it.

How to do?
Suddenly, Ron felt a strange feeling in his heart.

His spiritual power sensed some vague information.

So he immersed himself in his thoughts, trying to find the source of this information.

Then, he was surprised to find that he had touched an extremely large psychic network.

In this psychic network, there are star-like points of light and countless information converge and flow.

Each spot of light represents an individual, and they are all controlled by the huge spot of light at the source.

Ron realized that he was also in this psychic network.

However, the large psychic light spot representing his energy was located at the edge of the psychic network and had almost no connection with other light spots.

“Is this a thief’s hive network?”

Ron reacted and was immediately overjoyed.

Echoed!

Because he was parasitized by the chicken thief, Ron accidentally connected to their cellular network.

Moreover, Ron's psychic power derived from the little sun is more advanced.

This not only freed him from the control of the Hive network, but also granted him considerable authority.

This authority is even slightly higher than that of other high-ranking officials, and second only to the chief of the clan.

Of course, Ron didn't dare to use this authority extensively.

If discovered by the cunning chieftain, this permission will most likely be revoked.

He took the initiative to cut off the connection and hide the light spot deeper.

However, this is not the most important.

Most importantly, Ron can use this authority to locate the position of the thief clan leader.

He could vaguely sense that the thief chief was in this area!
Ron rushed towards the location he sensed.

He must obtain the more specific location of the thief chief as soon as possible in order to organize an armed force to launch a raid.

But just as he set off, he received a message from the Hive network.

That was an order passed on to the guards by the thief bishop, asking them to catch an insect that disturbed the prayer ceremony.

Ron turned around and found that the bishop standing on the anti-gravity preacher was looking down at him.

Following the gaze of the cunning bishop, almost all the cunning believers with obvious alien features turned their eyes over.

They looked unusually indifferent.

Facing countless cold gazes, he got goose bumps all over his body.

No, I was discovered!
Ron turned around and ran, but the thief guards appeared on the street ahead.

They are extremely strong, with purple skin, high foreheads, and even three or four arms.

Soon, these cunning warriors blocked his way and slashed at him with their sharp blades.

Bang!
A powerful burst of psychic energy spread out, shock waves spread out, and knocked down all the cunning warriors.

Those cunning warriors quickly got up, but Ron was nowhere to be seen.

"Over there... chase!"

The cunning leading soldier bared his teeth, pointed at the underground pipe opening not far away, and spoke indistinctly.

The cunning soldiers drilled into the underground pipes one after another and continued to pursue the target.

In underground pipes.

Ron held a sharp blade stained with purple blood in his hand and dodged the pursuit of the thieves in the complex pipes.

In fact, there are more cunning chickens in the pipes, and this is completely their home ground.

Fortunately, he was connected to the Hive network, so he could know the movements of the thieves in advance. This is how he escaped from their pursuit many times.

Of course, Ron's goal was not to escape pursuit, but to find the thief leader.

The direction he fled was exactly where the nest of the Chicken Thief Clan leader was located.

As he went deeper into the pipeline, the chicken thieves became more mutated and almost unrecognizable as humans.

They walk on all fours, with their heads protruding from the back and their tongues sticking out with sharp teeth.

It looks completely alien.

Those should be the hybrids of the cunning generation.

This means that he is getting closer and closer to the thief's lair.

Ron was just thinking about it when suddenly a chicken rushed out from the dark corner of the pipe with a roar.

He dodged the attack and stabbed the thief in the chest.

But the chicken struggled, and its tongue with sharp teeth shot out and pierced his eyeballs.

hum!
The thief's sharp tongue got stuck in front of the eyeball and could no longer go deeper.

"You little thief, I'm a Beta-level all-powerful psychic..."

Of course, that was the level that Ron could barely reach.

This clone body cannot bear such a huge psychic power.

But it is enough for him to deal with many emergencies.

Ron grabbed the thief's sharp tongue and pulled it off along with the tube with force.

Purple blood spurted out, and Ji Zei fell down, holding his throat.

After dealing with the sneak attack from the thief, he frowned and looked into the distance.

There is a huge aura of spiritual energy there.

That aura should be emitted by the cunning chieftain.

It is said that extremely powerful Alpha+ psychics can accomplish anything through their own will.

They can split a Titan mech several dozen meters tall in half, or summon an entire legion of high-level demons.

Due to their dangerous nature, the Inquisition usually executes Alpha+ psykers outright unless they are absolutely certain of capturing their target.

In short, psykers are powerful.

I just don't know what level the cunning chief has reached.

I hope it doesn't reach Alpha level, otherwise it will be really screwed.

Roar!
The roars of the chicken thieves came from behind the pipe again, and more chicken thieves were chasing after them!

Ron continued to run forward. It was not enough to just know where the cunning chief was.

He needed to get closer to detect the terrain of the pipelines around the thieves' lair.

After running forward for a while, Ron suddenly braked in front of the pipe entrance.

Boom!
The extremely heavy hammer hit the pipe wall right next to his nose, making the entire pipe buzz.

Two tall, cunning and deformed overlords came out and blocked his way.

The Abnormal Overlord possesses some genetic material bestowed by the Chicken Thief Clan leader himself, and is a large combat unit of the Chicken Thief.

The sledgehammers they use can even have the effect of a power axe, which is extremely terrifying.

Ron was stunned for a moment, he turned around and saw two distorted overlords coming from behind.

His road was blocked.

"It seems that I can't pass this level..."

Ron sighed helplessly, as if he had accepted his fate.

Snapped!
Four big hammers smashed down, and Ron's psychic clone was instantly smashed into a meat paste.

……

Subspace, inside the space ship.

A majestic figure clad in heavy golden power armour appeared, like the Emperor reborn.

Suddenly, the figure trembled.

"Damn it, it feels terrible to be smashed into a pulp!"

Ron raised his left arm equipped with ferocious claws and scratched his head lightly, and couldn't help but complain.

"Fortunately, the clone successfully completed the reconnaissance mission..."

His consciousness received the last psychic information sent by the clone -

The huge manhole was filled with densely packed evil monsters.

And on the cold rusty iron throne deep in the manhole, there sat a huge four-armed shadow.

The shadow exuded a powerful oppressive force, overlooking everything around it.

Ron sneered:

"Got you!"

(End of this chapter)