Warhammer 40K: Mi Esposa en un Tiranido Capitulo 1 al 10

Hello, how are you guys? This time I bring you a new story titled Warhammer 40,000 My waifu is a tyrant Meanwhile, we will be playing some qualifying games in Honor of Kings Well, let's start with this great story

"Warhammer 40,000 my wife is a tyrant" Chapter 1 "Even in the 41th millennium, I want to fall in love" "Damn it, I've finally got enough points of love" Just when the protagonist of "Avisto Frutas" looked at him with ambiguous eyes, about to activate a special CG, he was interrupted by an emergent window and could not click on the real X to close the ad. Lin was furious. "Damn it, I don't want single moms in my area"

To top it all, he slipped his hand and did not see that the Emerging Window was not the typical "announced triple X that leads you to bet on hot MX" but instead clicked on a window that said: "Come to the world of Baramer and enjoy a life of loyalty." Then, the Emerging Window broke like broken crystals. The fragments did not scatter, but collapsed inward, forming a vortex.

From the depths of the vortex a seductive electronic voice emerged, sweetly palatable: "May you have a full experience in the multiverse." Is this a real contract? After his last complaint, the last consciousness of Lin was absorbed by the center of the vortex from his game chair. When he woke up again, a stream of information flooded his mind. Lin Corvana, 22 years old, a low-ranking estate inspector in sector 7 of the world Necromonda's colony.

His parents died five years ago in an incursion of the Green Peaks. One moment, Green Peaks? Colmena? Necromonda? As a veteran enthusiast of Warhammer in his previous life, Lin quickly understood what was happening. Did he really have transmigrated to the world of Warhammer? Lin resisted to accept reality and incorporated himself with difficulty, leaning on the cold wall.

He looked around. It was a room less than ten square meters, with metal walls oxidized and exposed. A hard bed, a twisted table and a closet that lacked the door were all his belongings. Nurture paste tubes and several bottles of dirty water were piled up in a corner. A window? No, it was just a small bathroom, with a stained oil filter.

The light that entered was not natural, but neon lights that projected a pale red-purple and pale green color on the room. "Damn it," Yolin murmured. This was not a dream. Everything seemed so real. Memories that were not his were now firmly rooted in his mind. He could remember being reprimanded by his boss at the tax office yesterday.

He could remember the tension he felt when he secretly hid a small amount of illicit income. He could remember the cold rain at his parents' funeral, if the acid liquid dripping from the cracks in the pipes could be considered rain. He leaned against the wall, with trembling legs. He walked to the shower and put on his slippers, looking out. The sight suffocated him. As far as the sight reached, there was a metal forest.

Impressive buildings pressed against each other, randomly assembled with rusty steel, rotten concrete and huge pipes. Layer after layer of platforms, suspended catwalks and cross-cutting cables formed a three-dimensional maze. Neon signs shone on each floor, announcing cheap stimulants, prosthetics, bodily modifications and illegal services that even the emperors knew what they were.

Below, in an almost impenetrable abyss at first sight, red light and smoke were rising. That was the deepest and most primordial kingdom, a place that not even the Justice Department dared to step on easily. The air was turbid, visibility less than 100 meters. In the distance, two colossal ventilation towers extended upwards like the arms of giants.

Perhaps the air there was a little cleaner, but it was irrelevant to Lynn Corvana, a humble tax collector. Necromonda, the city of Colmena, the universe of Warhammer 40k. Lynn collapsed on the bed, covering her face with her hands. As an experienced Warhammer player, he knew very well what the city of Colmena meant. One of the dirtiest, dirtiest and most brutal planets in the galaxy, thousands of millions of people chained in steel colossi.

A rigid hierarchy, the high spheres living in decline, the lower classes fighting to survive between contamination, crime and mutations. A paradise for gangsters, mutants, sectarians and worse things. And the timeline, according to his memories: M41 1998. The forty-first millennium of the imperial calendar, the year 998, murmured Lynn.

The Great Scream is about to destroy the galaxy, the 13th Black Crusade of Abaddon is being gestated. The main Tyranid fleet is still in deep space, but the vanguard spores have already spread throughout the galaxy. He breathed deeply and coughed, drowned around the world with the Mena. No, it was not time to panic. First, he had to find a way to survive. He began to search among his belongings.

In the back of the box, he found a gray-black inspector uniform and a scarlet eagle on his neck. An old laser gun, model Ruger L-15, a typical weapon of the lower levels of the hill, in poor condition, with only two energy chargers. A pile of documents, mainly tax and charge notices. A small bag of credits, which he calculated would be enough to buy nutritional pasta for a week.

There were also several tubes in the middle to use hemostatic and anti-infectious gel. In the lower levels of the colmena, these were more valuable than money. His memory told him that he had to show up at the tax office today. Arriving late three times would mean a reduction in salary, which would mean that he could not be able to pay the rent of this house the following month.

Then they would kick him out, let him live in the street and he would fall into the deadly trap. Lin put on his uniform and kept the laser gun in the worn out cover under his arm. He looked at the always dark sky that extended out of the ventilation duct and then pushed the iron door. The corridor was even darker, illuminated only by a few flashing fluorescent lights.

The neighbor's door was well closed, but he could hear a baby crying and a man cursing inside. The floor was grainy, stuck to his feet at every step. Following his memory, Lynn went to the tax office, watching cautiously around him. This world was plagued with deadly threats.

Green skin, cultists of chaos, sects of genie thieves, assault groups Eldar, even crazy members of the Mechanicus. In the lower levels of Ciudad Colmena, there were countless ways to die, but one thing was sure: none was pleasant. On the way, he noticed several unusual details. The flesh in the meat stalls shone green, and the people on the street did not stop talking about someone missing.

In Colmena City, the missing people were something common, but the news I heard along the way seemed too frequent. In addition to the nauseating purple liquid that occasionally resumed from the gaps in the alleys on the street, Aline's heart shrank. Purple Baba, numerous missing people and unusual flesh. These tracks, gathered, pointed to a single conclusion.

All the indications indicated that a genestealer infection had occurred, or rather, that the genestealer cult was active. The CERG spores had already been rooted in the area, and the genestealer cult was active. It was even possible that low-level CERG units had already eclosed. And the bureaucratic system of the Colmena did not know it completely, or knew it but could not control it.

They arrived just in time for a Zerg invasion, damn it! Lin cursed for his insides. He had to get armed immediately. He could put aside work in the tax office for now. Surviving was the priority. In his memory, he knew a black market dealer who could exchange credits for better weapons and armor. The location was in the mountain market of Chatarra, third passage, a store marked with gears and skulls.

Lin changed direction and entered a narrower alley. The light was almost non-existent, as it depended exclusively on the reflection of the distant neon lights. The walls were covered with stripes and chaotic eight-pointed stars, the latter roughly erased, but the remaining traces remained shocking. Lin did not dare to look any further, as if his brain were about to explode if he kept looking.

He pressed the laser gun under his arm, with his finger on the guardrail. At the same time, he remembered the weaknesses of the Zerg units, the behavior patterns of the genus thieves, and the basic survival rules of the lower levels of the Colmena: not to trust anyone, never to enter a alley without exit, always leave a escape route. The alley was serpentine down, the slope increasingly steep.

A flash of light appeared in front: the neon sign at the entrance to the market. The words "mountain of junk" shone incompletely. Only twenty meters from the entrance, a danger premonition exploded like a siren. A slight rustle came from above. Lin swung to one side, unleashing his laser gun at the same time.

A dark shadow fell from the sky, striking against the place where it had just been, with the metal floor producing a deafening noise. Under the fleeting light of neon, he distinguished the silhouette of the creature. A manoid, but with excessively long limbs, articulated back and extended fingers like sharp bone claws. The head was inclined, the shoulders protruded from unnatural protuberances and the spine protruded like a row of bones.

The most important thing was that the skin of the creature shone dimly with a chitinous glow in the darkness. A hybrid mutant, a genie thief. A third or fourth generation infected, which still retained many CERK characteristics. Siseo. A low Siseo came from behind. Lin rolled and turned, watching two other identical figures emerge from the shadows, blocking his escape.

His eyes shone with a red hue in the darkness, his mouthpiece opened and closed, dripping corrosive saliva that whistled on the floor. Three in total. Lin had already decided how he would return to the throne. Lin leaned against the wall, pointing with his laser gun at the first mutant that appeared. His heart beat hard, but his mind was unusually clear. These were not thieves of genes and rights. They had inferior intelligence and acted by instinct.

The shell was not yet completely hardened. The laser gun could penetrate it. But it had to hit a vital point, otherwise they could bounce over him through the wound and destroy him. By the emperor. Lincoln roared with a trembling voice, with a mixture of fear and emotion in his voice. The mutant right in front of him attacked first. He bounced on four legs like an insect, his speed leaving residual images.

Lin instantly pressed the trigger. The laser ray carmesí crossed the darkness, impacting the mutant's left shoulder. The shell melted and green blood sprang up, but the mutant only tumbled, his speed did not decrease. Two more bounced off to one side. Lin jumped to one side, dropping a pile of empty oil cans. The sound of the cans echoed through the alley. He took advantage of this brief moment of chaos to shoot non-stop.

One shot failed, hitting the wall and making sparks jump. Another hit the second mutant's leg, throwing it to the ground. But the third mutant was already close. A bone claw came down, and Lynn barely managed to stop it with her laser gun. The metal cannon creaked and left deep marks. The immense force pierced his arm, and the weapon flew out of his hand.

The mutant opened his fauces, full of sharp teeth, and swung himself over his throat. In that moment of life or death, Lin unleashed all his potential. He hit the mutant's abdomen with his knee, and while he was bending in pain, he pulled a hidden dagger out of his boot. In his memory, he always wore this little knife for personal matters. The dagger sank into the mutant's eye pit, to the cuffs.

Green blood and a gelatinous substance splashed on his face. The mutant shouted a heartbreaking scream and frantically scoffed. Lin released the dagger and escaped. The other two mutants chased him. The wounded was coughing, but he was still advancing at a considerable speed. Lin rushed into the entrance of the market, knocking down a stand. The curses of the owner of the stand and the sound of the merchandise dispersing caused commotion.

He ignored him and ran to the abandoned pipes area he remembered. The terrain was complex; perhaps he could get rid of the above. He walked between the maze of pipes and passages, with his lungs burning. The steps and silhouettes behind him approached. When he bent a corner, he found himself in a alley without an exit, with a rusty maintenance door and lots of mechanical junk in decomposition next to it.

Damn it! exclaimed Lynn, leaning on the iron door. Two mutants blocked the narrow passage, one in front and one behind. They approached slowly, savoring the desperation of their prey. The wounded licked the wound on the leg, while the other scratched the wall with his bone claws, making a squeak. It's over. He's going to die here.

Less than half a day after crossing, it will become part of the biological mass of the Zerg. How ironic. Just when the mutant was approaching 5 meters, preparing to attack the final blow. An emergent and cheap ad suddenly appeared on the edge of his vision.

Activation of the system. Detecting a situation that threatens the life of the host. Activating I want to fall in love even in the 41th millennium. Test version. Chapter 2 I choose the insect race. Initial link protocol activated. Scan in search of high value interactive objectives. Complete scan. We have selected three high quality interaction objectives. Close to you. Option A. Pure chaos believer. Option B.

Objective. The captain of the guard, man, corrupted by the whispers of Corne. Labels. Idiot of hot blood, muscular adoration, irritable. Initial affection. Minus 30, he considers you a weakling who needs to be put to the test. Strategy tips. Participate in a glorious battle with him and survive. Blood and skulls are the best gifts. Danger index. Option B.

The monk mechanic Tsundere. Objective a teacher of technical priestess, woman, 60% mechanized, varied here due to an experimental accident. Hypocritical labels, enthusiast of the mechanic, solitary. Initial affect, 10, considers you an inefficient organism. Strategy tips provide rare mechanical pieces or old technology data. Praise be omnesia. Level of danger.

Option C: The CERC Silent Unit. A CERC warrior/gender that prematurely exploded due to a mutation of spores and abnormal data carriers. Neutral labels, hunting instinct. Initial favorability: -50, it is considered edible biomass. Strategy tips: Survive and show your special value. Deciphering the logic of the CERCs requires patience. Level of danger:

The options floated before his eyes, such as the selection interface of a low quality porn video game, with sparkling heart effects. Lim's brain froze for half a second. Then, the soul of an old enthusiast of Warhammer and visual novel player burst into fierce criticism: "Zhench! This is undoubtedly the twisted sense of humor of Zhench! That the 41 millennium still wants to fall in love!

And it's a test version. Every Warhammer fan knows that being transported to the world of Warhammer and finding a system is not good at all. It could be a work of change. The mutant genus thief was already 3 meters away, with the hedora jumping from the nostrils. Lin had no choice but to believe the system. But the three options were: a corny madman, a partner and an insectoid race.

What kind of hellish visual novel was this? The reason beats frenetically in the brain of Lynn. Choose the crazy guy from Korne? You are condemned. That guy will use you as a sacrifice. Choose the Mecha girl? I could denounce you, this inefficient organism, to the inquisition. Zerg? Zeuk?

The game experience of my past life came to mind. The Zerg units, when they are not completely synchronized with the will of the Colmena, have a brief operating period. For example, if they suffer ion energy interferences, if they are genetically contaminated or, as described by the panel, if they prematurely burst due to a spore mutation, carrying anomalous data. In theory, that is the only possible communication moment.

Besides, of the distances shown in the panel, only the CERC units are the closest. In the shadows at the end of this alley without exit, choosing the other two to run will only result in collecting their corpses. And what is more important, the curiosity of the enthusiasts of Warhammer, like a demonic whisper, resonated: "Conquer the Cerg?" That option is a damn heresy.

But I really want to see what happens. Since we're all going to die anyway, it's better to die with some fun. There was no time to lose, the mutant's claws were already raised. I choose C. Join the Zerk unit. Lin practically roared. The system's electronic voice was exasperatingly cheerful. Established contract. Enjoy your sweet load. Tsumi. The next moment, a purple light sprang from Lin's eyes.

No, he emerged from the depths of his soul, transforming into several translucent, translucent, trans-lucid chains covered with sparkling runes, shooting towards the dark depths of the alley without exit. From the shadows a sharp and penetrating scream arose, full of pain and rage. The sound did not belong to any human or known animal. It was a mixture of multiple noises coming from the scraping of shells, the torsion of bones and the forced tear of biomass.

Intermitted inside, a scream of greater frequency, almost spiritual, was heard. The rusty pipes and the piles of junk opened suddenly with tremendous force. A grotesque figure, about three meters high, was taken out to the force of his hide. Ionic chains were threaded around its limbs and torso, nailing themselves into the seams of its shell with a shrill scream.

Lynn finally saw her object tied. A warrior of the pit. The chitinous shell covering her entire body was dark purple, with a biometallic shine. 4. Thick and disjointed rear limbs held her aerodynamic torso. The front limbs were a pair of huge bone sheets shaped like oaks with toothed edges, of which acid mucus dripped.

The head was relatively small, but it was covered with compound eyes, all of them fixed in lint, with its carmesite light immaterializing. Its mouthpiece opened and closed in three lobes, revealing layers and layers of sharp teeth. But it was not in perfect condition. In the joint of its third left extremity, there was an impact wound. It was not a tear or a penetrating wound, but crystallization.

Purple and translucent crystals grew from the crack of its shell, eroding the surrounding tissue like an evil tumor. A faint light flowed inside the crystals, apparently in conflict with its biomass. The tissue around the wound showed a mixture of necrosis and abnormal proliferation. Was this the source of the abnormal data? Some kind of genetic contamination? The warrior of the hill, tied by ionic chains, frantically frolicked.

The bone leaf hit the chains, throwing sparks of ionic energy, but the chains remained immobile. He released a furious sigh towards Lynn, with a very clear meaning: "I will destroy you, I will devour you and I will erase your genetic data completely." At that moment, the two mutant gene thieves were also stunned. They were able to recognize her as a high-level Zerg unit.

The warriors of the Colmena were the basic nodes of the Terrestrial forces Terg, and their combat power surpassed those of these hybrid mutants. But the condition of the Colmena warrior was clearly abnormal. Not only did she lack any signal of synchronization with the will of the Colmena, but her mental system seemed to be possessed by something strange.

And what was most important, was contaminated, a heretic that had to be eliminated. The simple reasoning of the mutants led them to conclude that the priority had to be to deal with the aberrant units and recover the biomass. They abandoned Alin and, instead, attacked the warriors of the Colmena.

A notification appeared from the system. The first forced interaction begins. Please provide initial assistance to your target. Quick response event activated. Three options appeared: Throw a shock grenade if available. Scream instructions. Test ionic power. High risk. Lynn had no grenades. Option 1 deactivated.

Option 3: He knew nothing about psionics. Trying to force him would probably result in a violent reaction or would attract something worse. There was only the second one left. The one on the left. In the seam of the shell. Seven centimeters from the neck. Lin shouted with all his strength, pointing to the weakness of the mutant with his knowledge of war hammers. The warrior of the enchantment completely ignored his screams.

As soon as the mutant swung, he unleashed a terrifying power, breaking two ionic chains with force. Notification of the system: Warning. The tied target resists fiercely. Bone knives were softened, the battle was crushing. The first mutant tried to block with his bone claws, but the knives of the warrior of the enchantment cut his arm like a hot knife cutting butter, and then they broke his skull in the process.

They splashed green blood and brain matter. The second mutant swung by one side, biting his flank, but his shell blocked the sharp teeth. The warrior of the hill softened his other bone sheet backwards, piercing the mutant's chest and nailing it against the wall. Then, with a deafening blow, the mutant's internal organs exploded from his back.

The whole process lasted less than two seconds, and both mutants were reduced to pieces of destroyed flesh. But Lynn noticed a detail: when the Colmena warrior attacked, his body became rigid for an extremely brief and unnatural moment. Approximately 0.2 seconds, as if an invisible force restrained him to the force. It was the system that forced her to obey orders, even when she refused to obey.

Although several psionic chains had broken, remains were still clinging to it, tying the beast like ropes. The battle was over. The water treatment pool was silent, except for the drooling of Baba and the slow twist of the biomass. The warrior of the hill remained standing between the blood and the limbs, turning slowly.

Its four rear limbs, articulated between themselves, moved alternately, and the shell rubbed with a soft tickle. Its compounded eyes were nailed into the linen once more. There was no gratitude in its eyes, only a cold and offended murderous intent. And a frown of confusion? He could feel a kind of agreement that joined him to the force to this weak creature, a connection that contradicted all his instincts.

The will of the Colmena taught her that all creatures were not insects, they were biomass, and that all anomalies had to be purified. But now, she herself had become the anomaly, and this creature, which should have been her food, had become the contractor. She took a step forward. Lynne retreated, with her back glued to the iron-oxidated door, with nowhere to go.

He peed, opening his trilobulated mouthpiece, and the digestive acid dripped from between his fangs, corroding small holes in the ground. The bone sheet rose, pointing to Lynn's throat. Chapter 3 The Perverse Interest of the System The system's notification came late.

Initial crisis avoided. Unnamed linked target. Current state: seriously injured, abnormal crystallization and deterioration of the wound, hungry, weak connection to the main network.

Affect. -55, Hate, please, establish effective communication as soon as possible. Communication? How to communicate? Use love to influence him? Numerous Galga clichés passed through Lynn's mind, but none were applicable to this insect warrior who wanted to destroy him. Just when the bear's leaf was about to hit, heavy steps were heard from afar.

It was not the "E" or "L" of mutants, but the rhythmic hit of the metal soles of the boots when hitting the ground. You could hear the clatter of the clatter synthesized by mechanical hunting dogs, sharp and threatening. And human screams. There is movement. It could be a mutant. Stay alert. Justice Ministry patrol. The movements of the Colmena's guerrilla froze.

His eyes were bright as if they were receiving and analyzing information. The Ministry of Justice meant armed humans, possible heavy weapons and a greater risk of exposure. Now he was seriously injured, hungry and with an unstable connection. Fighting a group of armed humans was not an intelligent decision. He directed Lynn with a deep and indescribable gaze.

Murderous intent, confusion, resentment and something else. The humiliation of being forced to be attacked? Then, he turned, he pushed Gatas forward and transformed into a dark purple shadow, disappearing in the darkness of the depths of the pipe at an amazing speed. Before vanishing, Link believed he heard an extremely weak and resentful sigh, like a sigh, or perhaps a curse. The steps were approaching.

Lin collapsed on the floor, leaning against the iron door, jolting. As the adrenaline decreased, each muscle in his body trembled. The mutant blood on his face began to stink, mixing with the odor of the stools, making him want to vomit. But he survived. In his field of vision, the interface of the cheap system reopened.

Pink color, bright heart effects, but the content offered a slight sense of tranquility. Backpack. 10 empty spaces. State. Show 2 avatars.

To the left, himself, PS-78-100, mild injury, fatigue, mental exhaustion. To the right, the silhouette of a fierce warrior of the Colmena, labeled as nameless. PS-32-100, serious injury, hunger, pain, unstable connection. Dialogue, attenuated and unlocked. Mission, the first interaction, 0-1, flashing.

Special animation. This button is a gray heart, but there is a small text next to it that says "insufficient affection, you can't play". Lin kept looking at the words "special animation" for two seconds, and then he couldn't help but curse in low voice. This can't be what I'm thinking, right?

Who would put a hand on a deer warrior? Bastard! You inside! Hands up! Get out slowly! The scream of an officer of the Ministry of Justice interrupted his thoughts. Lin stood up with difficulty and nailed a dagger to the head of a mutant. He raised his hands and left the alley without leaving. Three officers of the Ministry of Justice with black armor and closed helmets pointed at him with shotguns.

A mechanical hunting dog crouched next to him, with his red optical lens squinting all over his body. "Identity," the officer said coldly. "Lin Colguana, Hacienda Inspector of District 7." Lin tried to keep her voice down. "Mutants attacked me." The officer looked at the mutants' remains on the ground, then at the blood stains on Lin's face and his shaggy uniform.

His expression under the helmet was indescribable, but his tone softened slightly. Did you kill them? In favor of the emperor, nothing more, murmured In, unable to mention the warriors of the colmena. The officer bowed to examine the remains.

Genestealer hybrids, third or fourth generation. You, inspector of hacienda, did you manage to beat Dos? He had basic defense training, and there seemed to be some contradiction between him and Los. Lynn quickly invented a lie.

They were practically killing each other all the time. I ended up with the one who was seriously injured the last time. The civil servant of the Justice Department looked at the dagger in the mutant's head. The explanation was barely plausible.

The officer got up. This area is not safe lately. Don't go out just at night. Do you need to be escorted to your residence? No, thanks. My apartment is close, Lin quickly replied. He didn't want the Justice Department to know his address. Who knew if they would notice something strange. The officer nodded, indicating that he could leave. The mechanic's hunting dog barked twice more before his owner took him.

Lynn dragged her tired body to recover her gun and dagger. She returned to her apartment as she remembered. During the trip, she did not stop mentally reviewing everything that had just happened. Time travel, Zerg infiltration, system activation, the capture of the Zerg warriors. Each one was enough to lead someone to a mental collapse.

Strangely, back in that dirty and narrow room, after closing the door with a key. Lynn sat in the hard bed, watching the flashing interface of the system, and little by little she calmed down. The hammerhead spirit burned.

"Guerrero Cerdo, affection -55. I need to raise the level of affection to unlock the dialogue and that damn special animation." He murmured, with a twisted smile, between the collapse and the emotion, pulling the lips from the cutouts. "This plot is the weirdest, but ..." He opened the state page and carefully examined the information of the person tied up.

Under the portrait of the Colmena warrior, there was a small note: "Due to an unknown crystallization wound, the genetic sequence of this unit is abnormal and the synchronization rate of the Colmena's will has dropped to 14.7%, showing the first signs of independent action. A synchronization rate of only 14.7% meant that he was almost completely free from the control of the Colmena's will, becoming an individual.

That meant he had a chance. This was almost the best news he had received since his arrival to this world of Valamer. And that crystallization wound needed treatment. If he could heal his wound, would his affinity with her increase? If his affinity increased, would it prevent him from trying to kill him? Even his power, enough to survive in this infernal slum? The mission of the First Interaction System blinked.

The reward was to unlock the dialogue function. Without dialogue, everything was forbidden. But how to communicate? He hated it deeply now, wanting to destroy it as soon as he saw it. Did he need a gift? The CERN needed biomass. But where would he get it? Kill someone? Morally, that was impossible, and the risk was too high.

Maybe there was something else? Lin remembered the game of his previous life, where the Zerg devoured all organic matter, and could even transform and use some inorganic matter. The lower levels of the city of Colmena house a large amount of industrial waste, mutated organisms and fungi. Maybe I could try it. He opened the backpack interface. The ten slots were empty.

The system description indicated that the backpack could store objects from the real world, but the capacity was limited and could not house living creatures. First, the essential: Lina began to organize the objects in the room. She had a laser gun, a charger and a medium of energy, a dagger, some energy pills, a small credit bag and a work clothes jacket. She put these objects in her backpack, filling five slots.

There were still five empty ones. I needed to save some for the gift. He looked at the perpetual darkness of the ventilation duct and then at the threatening avatar of the Colmena's warrior in the system interface. "Lena," said Lynn suddenly, "I'll call you Elena. It's just a name in the key, better than without a name." The avatar did not respond; his preference index was still -55. Lynn fell to bed, looking down the ceiling.

The exhaustion invaded him, but his mind was unusually sharp. "Tomorrow, first I will present myself at the tax office, then I will go to get the gift. I need to find it. The system should be able to guide me, then I will try to communicate. What the hell have I got myself into?" He closed his eyes. The system interface was still vaguely visible in the dark. The special animation button emitted an ambiguous pink glow in the corner.

Before the dream invaded him, his last thought was: "When I've got enough favoritism, I'll see what kind of animation this damn system can unleash." Chapter 4 First quote: "The next day, Lin awoke from the broken and crumbling bed. His pains seemed a mild punishment from the emperor for his blasphemous act the day before."

But he knew that he had to communicate before Lena, that terrifying creation torn from the will of the Colmena, recovered her strength, or before the vast collective consciousness absorbed her again. Time was gold, like the iron that drips. He invoked the pink arrow, incongruous, with a heart shape, pointing it to the deepest and darkest layers of the Colmena.

Lynn put on her work clothes stained with oil, put the laser gun and the dagger in the belt, took some tubes of insipid nutritious ointment and followed the arrow through the crossed metal alleys.

The more he went in, the thicker the pulsating bubble that covered the metal walls became. The rotting blood-stained distinctive of the fungus carpet in the air almost solidified. The arrow finally pointed to the district 7 sewer main core. He bent down and got inside. In front of him a forgotten abode was unfolding. An imposing dome dripped a viscous liquid and suspiciously formed residual waters that reached his ankles.

Only the fluorescent fungi that parasitized the pipes emitted a tender and cold glow, like the phosphorescence of a grave. He scraped some fungi and went through several thick and twisted pipes that fed on waste.

Finally, he even found half a can of high-temperature lubricant dripping. These gifts were so scarce that they almost seemed shameful, but he had no other choice. He had to check the state of the Colmena warrior as soon as possible. The pink arrow began to blink quickly, pointing after a rusty door. There used to be a purification pool there. Warning:

Objective in maximum alert, multiple signals of insectoid life were detected from low level. The cold notification of the system put Alim tense.

He bent down, looking through the door's doorstep. In the depths of the abandoned water treatment pool, Lena was curled up in a corner, licking her vifid tongue the sinister wound crystallized from her previous extremity. Dispersed there were the remains of several mutated giant rats, almost completely devoured.

But the most striking change was the dozen knife insects that they caught in the shadows. The most basic and numerous infantry unit of the Tyranids, cheap cannon meat in body-to-body combat. Lyn assumed that Lena, feeling insecure, had taken to the force some unclosed spores from the control of the will of the Colmena and had forced them to hatch.

The moment he saw, the head of Elena was thrown back abruptly, his compound eyes turned without stopping towards the door. All the knife insects turned their bodies in unison, their compound eyes carmesí fixed in their position. The next second, more than a dozen black shadows came out shooting, with their fleshy claws tearing the air, already on his face. Objective detected within the interactive range. Activate the forced dialogue protocol,

Note: This operation will consume a large amount of conjurer's mental energy. Activate. Immediately. Rugiolin, without a doubt that these aliens would destroy him instantly. A sharp pain, like a needle, pierced his kidneys, as if a drill would stir his brain.

All the knife-like insects that approached were frozen in the air, as if imprisoned by an invisible force. Lena abruptly straightened her body three meters high, emitting a painful and furious roar. However, an irresistible force abruptly twisted her, facing Aline.

A forced force field generated. Keeping it requires a continuous consumption of mental energy. Thank God, these knife insects are also part of his conscience. Lin had a cold-sweat-soaked back. He did not dare to delay, looking hastily at the interface of the system that appeared. A pixelated dialogue picture appeared. To his left was his portrait: a thin young man, with black hair and tired eyes.

On the right was Lena's portrait, a very realistic first shot of the insectoid warhead. Her shell was irregular, her bear's eyes shone, and the forced inexpressiveness of her compounded eyes intertwined with instinctive, forced and submissive rage. "Lin," lifting the rags wrapped in rags, "listen. I don't intend to hurt you. I brought some supplies. Lena."

His eyes are fixed, his mouthpiece opens and closes in an unnatural way, producing a sound of rustling. Translation of the system. Alert, confused, angry. Lin left the body on the wet ground and retreated slowly. We're tied, you feel it, right? Like two worms in a rope. Lena.

His previous limbs unconsciously scraped the metal floor with his bone knives, a black turquoise turbid fluid resumed from the wound silvido. Translation of the system. Deeply confused and uncomfortable with his independence, the wound continues to cause pain. Lin pointed out his previous crystallized limbs. I can help you. At least, let's not fight to death for now.

Lena. Su cuerpo se sacude violentamente hacia adelante, su ilustración pixelada se sacude violentamente silbido. Traducción del sistema. Una fuerte intención. Pero mezclada con una leve vacilación, una espera de más datos. Fuerza mental menos ocho.

"Decision. Even a little bit means an opportunity." Lina approached the package and the lubricant can with her toes. "This is a gift. If it doesn't work, you can consider turning me into a biomaterial later." Lena was paralyzed, her huge body trembling slightly by the conflict between the system's coercion and her instincts.

Finally, he succumbed to the incomprehensible power of the agreement. He extended his anterior extremity and used the tip of his bone sword to open the fabric made of giraffes. Fluorescent fungi and remains of slug came rolling out. He lowered his mouthpiece like a highly efficient crusher, rubbing them, chewing them and swallowing them. Then, he bit the lubricant can, suctioning the viscous liquid from inside.

The whole process was silent and fast, with the unique efficiency of the CERG and an inexplicable decline in the system. The gift mixed with organic matter has been accepted. Extremely low energy value. Favorability +1. Current favorability: -54. The industrial lubricant of high temperature has been accepted. Low energy value. Slightly relieves hunger.

Favorability + 0. Initial interaction completed. Favorability + 5. Unlocked dialogue function. Limited to 3 times a day, each time consuming mental energy. Current favorability: -49. The conjurer's mental energy is below the safety threshold. The forced agreement is about to be lifted.

A strong feeling of dizziness invaded her and Link almost lost his balance. Reina, on the other hand, let a slight whiff of relief escape and stopped looking at him. He turned and snuggled back into the abode corner, without letting the wound be licked. The swarm of sword insects withdrew into the shadows, but some compounded eyes still blinked, watching cautiously at the door. The force field disappeared.

Seeing that the queen had no intention of continuing the attack, the tension of the inn relaxed a little. He withdrew to the door with a hoarse voice: "I will return, with more gifts. I will find a way to heal your wounds. Calling you queen, does not matter to you?" The warrior of the hill did not respond to the three phrases, as if it were a simple noise.

Lin denied with his head, turned around and left, interpreting the silence as a tacit agreement. Only, after leaving Elena's territory, Lin dared to fall against a large transport pipe.

Excessive consumption of mental energy caused a deep exhaustion and a new task appeared in the system interface. Daily task: Daily food Reward: Aperture effect + 0.5 Stage task: Helping the target to relieve wounds, progress in the purification of crystallized wounds Reward: Unknown

Lena's state: PS32-100, seriously injured. -49. At least for now, I won't become full of biomass, he murmured to himself, with a player's glow in his eyes. Lena is, without a doubt, an extremely dangerous alien plague, but we can revert this power. Chapter 5: The election of the unfortunate. The next day, at the tax office.

His boss complained about his absence the day before, with his chubby face marked by disgust. Lin did not defend himself, but silently handed him an investigation report on a certain clandestine workshop. The report, numbered illegal activities ranging from the smuggling of titanium to the addition of low quality synthetic proteins to the meals of the imperial tribute. Enough to send that boss to execution ten times.

Upon reading the report, the expression of the boss Regordete was immediately illuminated, as if he could see the earnings about to be obtained.

He shook his chubby hand, vaguely authorizing Lynn to continue the investigation and discover more hidden dangers. With this ambiguous authorization, Lynn focused on a food store that sold recycled military rations and excess industrial products. The owner was a cowardly and greedy ex-soldier, exactly the kind of extortion goal that Lynn remembered. After work, Lynn sneaked into the food store through the back door.

After negotiating, with a mixture of threats and insinuations of profit, he received a can of synthetic protein blocks concentrated for 3, 2 low-pure chrome batteries for EZ-Cocu, 4, a laser gun in Forcery and 2 completely loaded chargers. This almost exhausted all his savings. But deep down in the pit, the currency that could be exchanged for survival resources was truly valuable.

The protein blocks were high quality biomass, the titanium batteries could serve as a soda or medicine, and the new weapon was essential for survival. Carrying his new equipment and his gift, he entered the quarries again. When he approached the door, he whispered, "Lena? It's me." After a few seconds, he looked cautiously.

The number of sword bugs seemed to have increased. Their shells shone brighter under the fluorescent light. The necrotic tissue around Lena's wound had stopped expanding. Hearing the noise, the sword bugs swirled around, but did not attack. Lena raised her head, her eyes composed looked at him coldly. His murderous instinct was still present, but it was not immediately translated into a murderous order.

Lynn activated dialogue and a dialogue picture appeared.

Linn, placing a jar of protein blocks and a chromium battery in front of him. Today I brought something better. Lena, her compound eyes went through the protein blocks, showing little interest. But when her gaze was on the chromium battery, there was a remarkable pause, and her compound eyes shone slightly. Silvido. Translation of the system. Identified as a usable energy source, but with low conversion efficiency and potential waste.

He opened the protein block jar, put the white-gray synthetic protein in his mouth, chewed and swallowed. The reaction was as insipid as chewing industrial wax. Then, with an unusual skill, he picked up the titanium battery with the tip of his previous limbs. His compound eyes shone quickly as if they were scanning and analyzing it.

Then he inserted the battery into the hole of his side mouthpiece. He heard a slight wheezing, as if the teeth were choked, of energy being absorbed, and the battery case was attenuated and wrinkled visibly. Notification of the system. Gift or block of concentrated synthetic protein accepted.

Affecto más 1. Actual, menos 48. Regalo batería de titanio de baja pureza aceptado, con un efecto neutralizante débil en heridas cristalizadas. Afecto más 3. Actual, menos 45.

High energy substances are effective in wounds. Linn, pointing the crystallized wound. Do you need more of this energy source? Or do you need something specific to heal the wound? Lena, silence. The bone of his previous limb unconsciously scratched the edge of the wound, extracting more black turquoise turbid fluid.

Translation of the system: The wound is caused by remains of subspecial ionic contamination. It has caused conflict and disorder in genetic data, requiring a large amount of pure biomass to clean it and dilute it, or order energy to purify it and neutralize it. Subspacial ionic contamination. Aline gave her heart a spin. Pure biomass is a luxury item in the lower levels of Colmena city.

And the energy of the Order, either the power of the Emperor's faith or an ancient creation, is extremely rare. He tried to insist: "Do you know exactly where this contamination came from?" "All his body trembled violently, the purple light in the wound flashed violently, emitting a painful and chaotic scream." Translation of the System: The objective showed a strong reaction of pain and rejection, refusing to delve into the memory.

Lynn stopped asking questions immediately and changed the subject. Well, let's not talk about that. I'll be careful about pure biomateria and order energy. Batteries are useful, so bring more next time. She also put some cheap nutritional pastas on the floor. Lena looked at them coldly, without showing interest. Daily task. Daily food, 1-1, completed.

random favor + 2. Current: -43. After spending considerable mental energy, Lin decided to give up the day. "I'm leaving now, I'll be back tomorrow." Lena did not respond and lowered her head again. The swarm of knife insects silently moved aside, clearing the way. After leaving the quarries, Lin did not return to the narrow apartment.

The effect of the battery offered hope, but the objects of the energy of the request were too dodgy. He decided to try luck in the most chaotic depths of the black market, where it was most likely to find strange objects. In the heart of the market of the mountain of chatarra, the positions were scarce, and the real transactions were made mainly in the shadows.

The air was impregnated with the penetrating smell of ozone, cheap stimulants and electronic components in decomposition. Lynn stopped in front of a place full of oxidized mechanical remains and skeletons of unidentified creatures. The owner of the place was a man with a patch on his eye. His only remaining mechanical eye emitted an unstable red light. "What are you looking for?" His voice was rumbling, like sandpaper rubbing the metal.

A sacred object imbued with the aura of a divine emperor or information about the origin of pure biological matter. The red light of his prosthetic eye focused on the stained linen cloth of the tax office. His tone was cautious.

Personal needs. Lynn lowered her voice. Reasonable price, no questions. The owner of the place evaluated it in silence and, after a while, took out a very rusty metal box from under the place. There were a lot of things inside: a broken ceremonial dagger, a discolored loyalty medallion, a damaged data plate and several small bottles containing an unknown liquid.

This one. He took a piece of metal the size of the palm of his hand, with the surface engraved with intricate patterns, but mostly covered with dirt. It comes from the garbage flow from above. Sometimes it heats up, but very slightly, said In, taking the piece of metal. The metal was cold to the touch, but when examining it closer, you could perceive a slight warm resonance, not physical heat.

How much? 300 credits or its equivalent. The total fortune of Lin was less than 150. He left the piece of metal. Too expensive. Does he have any more practical information? Like where can I find a large amount of pure biomass? His prosthetic eye shone red. Yes, 50 credits. As you are new, I'll make you a discount. 40. Lin paid with decision.

In the lower part of sector 7, near the border of the oven area, there is an abandoned water treatment plant. Before the war, it processed purified water from the upper level, and there could still be reserves. But now it is territory of the shark tooth band, and they trade with living goods. Pure water? For insectoids, it is undoubtedly an excellent source of basic biomass.

"How many are there?" "Twenty or thirty people, armed with real ammunition. The leader is called the Carnicero, an ex-deserter of the Guard who likes to use a motorcycle sword." The owner of the place paused. "Do you ask me this so as not to cause problems to the Carnicero?" Linor replied. The owner of the place kept his credits and looked at it significantly.

Are all the officials this crazy lately? Not to mention much more, Lin turned around and left. His mind was spinning. The water treatment plant could have a purified water reserve. In Nido City, the water that had gone through multiple filters was pure biomass in itself. But it wasn't easy to treat with Shark Toad. He needed help. No, he already had a helper, although his favorability index was still negative.

Chapter 6 Lena Chan, be kind to me. It was late at night when he returned to the base of the Alcantarillas. This time, he did not bring the usual gifts, only the last chrome battery and a military battery and a spec-7 more powerful than he had bought in the black market. Lena's state seemed to worsen. The light of her crystallized wounds flickered erratically and fine cracks appeared on her shell.

The number of sword bugs had increased to almost 20, but some of their movements were noticeably slower and their shells were off. The only thing that gave Lynn a slight sense of relief was the presence of some bug weapons around Elena. They were infantry at a lower level than the Tyranids, and their presence meant that the encampment began to possess basic fire projection capabilities.

When he looked at him, the murderous intention remained in his eyes, but a sigh of exhaustion was undeniable.

Lynn, leave two batteries, your injury is getting worse. Lena, slowly absorb the battery's energy, the reaction is more intense than before. The shine of the wound stabilizes briefly and then becomes chaotic again. Silvido. Translation of the system, the contamination is spreading, the synchronization with the will of the colmena has dropped to 10.3%.

10.3%, almost completely independent, also means that it is fighting against the contamination alone, without the support of the will of the colmena. I need your help, said Lynn without stumbling. There is a place that could have what you need.

But there are many humans armed there. If you can make a move, you could have the opportunity to get it. LENA, looking at him fixedly with his eyes composed, a long silence. SILVIDO. Translation of the system: Although it is subject to the agreement, there are conditions: It has priority access to all biomaterials obtained during the operation. In case of inevitable danger, it has the right to withdraw voluntarily.

"No problem." Lynn insisted. He was there to find biomaterials for her. The woolen bone sheet scratched the ground impatiently, finally emitting a deafened whistle that sounded like "accord." "System notification: Temporary cooperation agreement reached. Operate tomorrow night," said Lynn. "I'll get the map and more information. Try to recover." As he left, he looked back.

Lena was wriggling in the shadows. Her crystallized wound looked like a purple, ominous flame that was slowly burning. That night, Lynn didn't take a look. She used her access to the tax office to access old files and found the original structural plans of the water treatment plant. She also bought pieces in the black market and manufactured some cheap stun grenades. The next day, in the tax office, she got distracted.

Suddenly, a flash shone in his eyes, as if he had an idea. He went to a repair workshop in the outskirts of the District of the Furnaces, a place with many delays in the payment of taxes. The owner, a middle-aged man with greasy hands, panicked when he saw the uniform. "Sir, please, grant me a few more days. The business has been very slow lately." Lynn ignored his pleas, looking through the back door of the store.

Through the gutter, he could see a patio full of abandoned machinery and, further, tall and rusty pipes that led to the water treatment plant. "I can temporarily exempt him from taxes," said Lynn suddenly. "But I need information about the shark tooth band. How much does it taste?" The boss's face paled. "Sir, I don't know anything." A barely noticeable smile curved Lynn's lips. As he suspected.

Usan este callejón para transportar mercancías? Lynn se acercó un paso. Dígamelo y puedo ajustar su factura de impuestos. Pero si oculta algo, bajó la voz. La amenaza era inconfundible. ¿Conciencia? En el universo de Warhammer, esa cosa no puede detener una bomba.

The boss snorted for a moment, but finally surrendered, lowering his voice to say: "They transport him every three or four days, coming from the north, passing through the back alley to enter the water treatment plant. Normally after 10 at night, with about ten people escorting him, armed with pistols. When is the next time? It should be tonight." Lin noted it, palming the boss's trembling shoulder.

"I'll take care of your taxes, but if you speak today..." "Not at all. Don't worry, sir." When he returned to the quarries at night, Lena seemed to be in better shape. Among the swarm of sword insects, several caparisons shone with special intensity. It was clearly the individuals to whom he had focused on assigning resources to improve. Lin displayed a simple hand-drawn map and a structural diagram, explaining the situation to him.

Night fell, and the abandoned water treatment plant seemed like a colossus of rusty, crumbled steel in the dark. The imposing filtration towers had stopped working a long time ago. The main structure was left alone. A campfire was lit in the outside courtyard of the plant. Four figures were sitting, while five guards were scattered, armed with automatic rifles and machetes made of waste materials.

Beyond, on the roofs, vaguely figure patrolling. Just when the thugs thought it would be another quiet night, the main door opened slowly. A man in a macrado with a uniform from the tax office entered with a cold smile: "It was time, guys." The thugs were astonished at first by the official uniform, but they recovered quickly and were about to act when they saw him throw something.

Bang! The low-quality stun grenade exploded with a deafening roar and a blinding flash, breaking everyone instantly. Damn bastard, ah! The curse of a butcher was abruptly interrupted when a sharp bone leaf emerged from the shadows and cut his throat. As for the stun grenade, more than a dozen knife-shaped insects that were lurking on the roof fell suddenly.

A bloody celestial death was unleashed. Screams quickly attracted the attention of others. Screams and chaotic steps came immediately from the underground passage. More members of the shark tooth gang came out en masse, at least ten, completely armed. The leader was a corpulent man with a face full of scars, and his right hand was holding a thumping motorcycle saw.

He was none other than his leader, the butcher. They ran to the courtyard, just to find limbs and pieces of meat scattered all over, and a dozen monstrous insects frenetically devouring the corpse. The butcher felt a chill. "Master, how come there are so many monsters?" One of his henchmen wheezed. To not seem weak to his subordinates, the butcher raised his weapon and shot Aline at the door.

The bullet went off the cannon, but it was blocked by a huge black shadow in front of Lynn. The bullet hit the stinking shell, throwing only a few sparks. Ruff. The black shadow emitted a deafening roar.

It was a colossal beast of three meters high, with a purple cap, a toothed vertebral column and four bone-shaped blades that replaced its front limbs. Under his cap, the muscles beat like high-voltage cables. The warrior of the Colmena, Lena, had descended to the battlefield. It's over. It's over. The fighter's fighting spirit was instantly broken.

He recognized the monster. It was something they could not face. His legs gave up and he collapsed on the ground, incoherently praying to the emperor. His subordinate despised continued to shoot against the enchantment. The next moment, they were melted in shards of meat destroyed by the acid spores bullets fired by several insects in the form of a gun that appeared behind Lin. This was a completely unequal massacre.

The Cerre did not need tactics against this scourge from the depths of their huts. Just when a few sword-bitches were about to destroy the trembling butcher, Lin intervened: "Lena, forgive him life. It is still useful." Chapter 7 The Insidious Poole The worm's bone blade stopped just before the butcher's neck.

Lena turned her head, with her eyes fixed on Lin. "SHHH." Adam's nut moved. He knew he had to give a plausible explanation. "We don't know where the pure water is stored. We need someone to guide us. And I need your help to get more resources." His voice remained serene. Lena's head tilted to one side, at an angle that no human could achieve, her eyes shining when analyzing her words.

In a matter of seconds, Lynn's back was soaked in cold sweat, ready to start a forced conversation at any time. Finally, Lena let the butcher go and turned to get into the factory. The butcher collapsed to the ground, with his vision of the destroyed world. Could this tax collector control these terrifying monsters?

Was it a heretic? A demon? Or something even more terrifying? It wasn't until Lynn kicked him that he came out of his extreme fear, unable even to look him in the eyes. "Where is the purified water stored?" Lynn's voice was gélida. The butcher trembled, frowning for a while before pointing in one direction: "Sir, here, the underground warehouse." It was a hidden underground warehouse, built later.

In addition to several large barrels of sealed purified water, there were several iron cages containing living goods. A dozen men and women, wailing and demacrated, with their eyes full of terror. The situation was worse than expected. The supply of purified water was limited and there was no water purification equipment in operation.

To top it all, Lynn vaguely perceived through the tie that Lena felt an intense thirst for pure biological matter. These vibrant, prothesis-and-psychopharmacological-intact lives, were much more attractive to her than water cubes. Immediately, she forced the dialogue to begin. Corrosive saliva continuously dripped from Lena's mouthpiece, corroding the metal floor. Lynn was tormented.

He knew that once his mental energy was exhausted, these living goods would not have any chance of surviving. He looked desperately into the cage for the last time. A complex compassion shone in them, but was quickly replaced by firm determination. "B, Lena, consider it an extra gift for this operation." Dialogue mode ended. This time, neither the sword-monkey nor the gun-monkey took a step forward.

Lena was going to enjoy this feast for herself. Even the ruthless butcher, witnessing the efficient and terrifying scene of food frenzy, could not help feeling a knot in his stomach and almost vomiting. Lynn watched everything with indifference. She knew that if she let them go, her secret with the insectoids would be impossible to hide. And the butcher, a terrified wild dog, was someone who had many ways to tame to turn it into a useful tool.

Lena absorbed all the pure biological matter. She raised her head and made a sharp and unprecedented scream, full of satisfaction and liberation. The crystallized wound on her anterior extremity exploded suddenly, becoming a cloud of purpure powder. A new biomass, of a bright and sinuous red, was revealed in the wound, without showing signs of crystallization. A new shell grew, covered and hardened at a visible rate.

Notification of the system: The attached target, Lena, by force eliminated the ionic contamination with a large amount of pure biomass. Progress of purification of the crystallized wound: 6, 10. State in recovery. Change of affection: +15. Current affection: -28. In the underground warehouse of the water purifier plant, the air was filled with a bloodbath and penetrating error.

Mixed with the sour smell of insect acid in evaporation, it created a nauseating, sweet and fishy smell. His gaze went through the abyss devoured by the bug, where there had previously been more than a dozen vibrant lives. Lincoln had his breath almost imperceptibly for a moment, but a fleeting tumbling crossed his eyes. They saw Elena. If they let anyone go, the news will run.

The Justice Department, the Tribunal, and even other genie-thieves sects, will come running. Then it won't be just them who die. After mentally justifying himself for a few moments, he closed his eyes, silently lamenting those blurry faces in his mind for a second. But knowing the underlying logic of the universe of Baramer, he didn't let himself be carried away by this for long.

And now, the trembling price in the corner had to become a profit. He looked at the butcher with a cold look. The butcher collapsed next to the rusty pipes, with a puddle of water under him that was stinging. His face was mortally pale, his lips trembled uncontrollably. He had a defocused look and murmured incoherences. Lin headed to a corner of the warehouse, where there were piles of discarded industrial equipment.

He opened the remains of a jar of mushroom cultivation and, sweating, scraped a thick layer of dark green moss with disturbing fluorescent stains on the inner wall. The sticky mycelium unleashed a mixture of rotten wood and chemical reactants. He kneaded it, finally forming three small slippery and sticky splinters the size of nails. He approached the butcher and kneaded. "Look at me." Lynn's voice was not strong, but it denoted undeniable coldness.

He pressed the cold cannon of his laser gun against the butcher's chin, forcing his terrified face to get up. The butcher's pupils focused, meeting with Lin's eyes. Contrary to what he expected, those eyes did not reflect fanaticism or sectarian madness. Just an insensitive and evaluative calm. This calm, however, cheered the butcher more than any madness. "Have you seen the power of the compatriots?" said Lin without emotion.

The word compatriots was like an ice axe that pierced the now fragile nerves of the butcher. Clean, efficient, absolute obedience. That is the direction of evolution. A gurgling came out of the butcher's throat, as if he wanted to implore clemency, but he could not pronounce a complete word. You were destined to become biomass, nourished and evolved. Lina approached a sack of spores to the eyes of the butcher.

The disgusting green seemed to be slightly whistling under the white and discarnate light, as if it were alive. "But I give you a chance. Swallow this Sporaconnectora, become an extension of the network. It is a gift, and also a contract." The butcher was on the verge of collapse, but it was not enough. Just then, a knife-shaped insect slipped silently to his side.

He lifted his sharp bone blade, with a single drop of bright, spicy and acid saliva condensing on his tip. Under the horrified look of the butcher, the drop of saliva dripped on his cheek. Silvido. A soft, rotten sound resonated, followed by the tearful scream of the butcher. White smoke emerged instantly from his cheeks while a carbonized wound the size of a coin erupted from his skin.

The unbearable pain felt like a red iron beating his brain alive. "This is a genetic marker," Lynn's voice followed like a shadow, drowning the scream. "So you remember who you belong to. Now, swallow it." The double torment of unbearable pain and fear destroyed the last will of the butcher. Shaking, he took the sack of spores, closed his eyes and put it in his mouth, forcefully swallowing the mixture of blood and stomach acid.

A sticky and nauseating sensation ran through his throat, as if something alive had been excavated inside him. Very well. Linh kept the other two bags of spores. Don't let him discover your betrayal. I'll only take a day, he paused, lowering his voice even more.

You will become an empty shell, a crop for new breeders. Do you want that? No, no, my love, forgive me. The butcher cried disconsolately, leaning repeatedly, and his forehead hit the metal floor with a deafening blow. Then remember your new identity. Lin got up, looking at the man at his feet.

You are the new leader of the yunque band. In three days, gather the remaining members of the shark tooth band that are still useful and recruit those despicable, unable to survive and with sharp tongues. In total, no more than 50 people. You only have one goal: follow my orders. Understood? Understood. Understood. The butcher repeated.

Chapter 8 "You won't even call me godfather", part 1. Lin took a card out of his pocket and threw it in front of the butcher. They were credits he had just received from Shark Toad. Here you have 1000 points, initial capital. I will get a license for your disgrace, giving you a temporary armoire. But remember: He bent over, and the laser gun barrel slightly scratched the wound on the front of the butcher, causing another spasm.

You betrayed me, and I will completely transform you, making you a true alien. You are efficient, and I will ensure that you live a better life than before. Your life is now in my hands. System Notification: I achieve hidden domination illumination achieved. The tied object, Lena, shows a slight approval of the efficient control of the host over potential threats and its transformation into a sustainable resource channel.

Favorability +1. Current Favorability: -27. Lynn took a look at the system notification, amazed by its functionality. "Yes." He turned to Lena, who remained silent like a statue, with her eyes fixed on him, as if he were waiting for something. "Clean the tracks, then return to the guard and wait for orders, Lena." Lynn transmitted concisely through the system.

This was a newly discovered function. Within a certain range, the system could function as a text message. And this range was continuously expanding as the preference increased. The long and slender figure of Elena stopped for a moment, followed by a brief and low sigh of acceptance. He turned lightly, taking with him the knife insects and the remaining gun insects.

Like a ghost that is lost in the shadows, he disappeared through the entrance of the pipe in the depths of the warehouse. There were only a few knife insects left, quickly licking the last remains of blood and fabric from the ground, even chewing and swallowing the few pieces of cloth. The warehouse returned to a sepulchral silence, leaving only Alin, the meaty butcher, and the persistent sweet and penetrating smell in the air.

Lin took one last look at this bloody place and where the lies began, then turned and walked out. His steps were firm, his shadow was elongated in the faint white light, melting with the eternal night of the capital Colmena. The understanding that, Lin, had of the yun band was simple and direct: a hidden tentacle in the shadows, dedicated to obtaining resources and information for him.

His next objective was equally simple: annihilate other bands. He did not feel any compassion for this scum who only fed on excesses and intimidated the weak in the rotten land of the city. To feed Helena was at least the last value of these lives similar to worms. His first objective was the band of the rusty nail, a group that controlled several narrow smuggling routes and a small clandestine weapon modification center.

The tax records showed that they had recently consumed a shipment of rare metals obtained illegally and several boxes of batteries for military-grade laser rifles. These were the resources that Lynn needed now. There were no negotiated traps, only direct violence.

Lynn made the butcher run the voice, apparently to discuss the territorial division and cooperation, but actually, to fix a meeting with the Oxidada gang in an abandoned maintenance pipes intersection in the outskirts of District 7. The area was intricate and resonant, a perfect battlefield and an ideal place for bodies to disappear. The night of the operation, Lynn remained in a relatively safe place, waiting for it to start.

Meanwhile, Lena, like a turning truck about to get off, was ambushed on the probable route of the rusty band. How to guarantee 100% probability of victory in a fight? ambush them on their way. His conscience was like a perfectly arranged hunting network, with more than 20 insects in the shape of a knife and a gun extending from their ends.

silently stalking the ventilation grids on the target area, in the shade of the oxidized maintenance wells on both sides. The oxidized nails gang arrived, whining and cursing. They had brought all their main thugs, more than ten in total, decided to teach this newcomer a lesson: the junkie gang. The boots hit the stagnant and oily puddles, the lightning bolts cut the darkness at random.

They brought their team, with the characteristic savagery of a low-level band on their faces, a mixture of greed and caution. Just when the center of the group was completely within the ambush area. The network closed suddenly. The ventilation grids were detached with a thunder, projecting a torrent of shadows.

The caps of the maintenance quarries on both sides opened with tremendous strength, releasing more twisted figures accompanied by inhuman screams. The narrow pipe turned instantly into a slaughterhouse. The bone leaves of the knife insects shone pale arcs in the dim light, easily cutting the flesh and cutting bones. The acid spores scattered by the pistol insects splashed the confined space, whistling when impacting the bodies.

They broke the metal walls, leaving craters that were mixed with the brief but agonizing screams of the victims. Two of the fastest gangsters tried to run back, but were attacked by insects that softened knives and had been ambushed around the corner. The bone sheets were nailed precisely to the neck or spine, silencing all sound.

The whole process, from the first squeak until the last body stopped its convulsions, lasted less than 30 seconds. Lena remembered Lynn's request: to leave two relatively intact corpses to stage the scene. The rest was dragged to become their dinner. The butcher arrived late with a dozen newly recruited, still trembling, secuaces. All they saw was an absolute chaos scene, the remains of a battle.

Bloodstains, already coagulated and blackened, splashed the walls. Broken weapons and clothes made of jirons were scattered on the floor, and the two corpses that Lynn had specifically asked to be left. The air was impregnated with a smell of blood, acid and an indescribable sweet and metallic smell. Following Lynn's previous instructions, Butcher had ordered his men to simulate a ferocious shooting between bands.

These subordinates had their doubts, but their survival depended completely on the quality of Butcher. Whatever happened, while they had food, what mattered if they joined the aliens? They used homemade explosives to create explosion marks in key places, spreading shells of different types. They even deliberately left some distinctive objects belonging to other smaller bands.

Then, they quickly collected all the valuable botin. A dozen firearms in good condition, rare metals and energy packages that the rusty band had accumulated, and a data panel with the location of several hidden warehouses. The botin exceeded their expectations. Lin took all the rare metals, energy packages and half of the credits. These would become the refrigerators, healing potions and improvements for the queen's team.

The rest of the weapons and money were in the hands of the Junkhe, and Butcher received instructions to take control of the two smuggling routes left by the Oxided Band. With all its main dead secuaces, the Oxided Band was easily absorbed by Butcher. The neighboring Bloodlade Band, more powerful, quickly smelled the blood and the void of power, and, he approached timidly to take a part. Lim's response was direct and efficient.

Chapter 9 "You won't even call me godfather", part 2. With the pretext of a tax inspection, he personally directed a team to assault two apparently legitimate stores controlled by the blood-stained "Sword" gang. Alleging suspicion of smuggling and confusing accounts, he immediately confiscated a batch of merchandise and froze some accounts.

Before leaving, he made a scandal in front of the furious leader of the bloodthirsty sword gang and his men's sect, who did not dare to speak. He threw a piece of map marked with the area destroyed by the rusty gang at the other person's feet. Lately the situation is getting tense, the fat fish above are watching closely.

"Stay under control, manage your own people and watch your posts." He paused, looking at the other person. "Think about how the Oxidada gang disappeared. Next time, not only will the tax agency come. " The pupils of the leader of the blood-stained band were contracted when they observed the IN uniform, a symbol of the popular power of the empire.

He looked again at the ominous fragment of map on the ground, finally swallowing his harsh words and withdrawing in silence. In reality, he did not know what the supposed rumor was, but he had to face Lin, with his uniform. In the laws of the Colmena, above violence, is power. And power often wears uniform. The yunke, like a shadow that expanded silently, swallowed slowly but constantly the territory and the channels that the rusty band left.

Several key smuggling routes, two hidden supply deposits. Part of the turbid income from the protection quota changed hands discreetly. Lin did not allow the yun to become more visible. Instead, he ordered the butcher to be even more discreet, dispersing the newly recruited and doing their operations more and more secret. The withdrawal of the Blood Blood band was temporary.

After confirming that the higher pressure seemed false, the greed and humiliation of seeing their invaded territory revived. They began to gather forces, preparing to educate the sudden and rebellious newly arrived, the Anvil band. This time, it was almost exactly the same as before. Lin used the butcher to transmit a false hour and place of meeting. Then, he guided the swarm of wool insects halfway to the wrong place.

In another round of abandoned, more remote and complex pipes, the ambush against the rusty band was repeated. The cold and efficient slaughter broke out once again. The gang of the Bloodlade band did not even know who their enemies were before they were cut to pieces by the bone knives and the acid rain that fell everywhere.

The few who tried to resist found their laser guns and real, clumsy and ineffective ammunition in the reduced space and under the sudden attack. The blood splashed the rusty walls of the pipes, quickly absorbed by the fungic carpet of dirt. The bodies were quickly dragged away, disappearing into the insoluble digestive system of the colmena.

The Bloodlade gang, once feared throughout the underworld, ended up becoming the growing numbers in the accounts of the Junke Society, and in the reserves of biomass rich in energy from the Lena's Guard. After several similar operations, the Junke Society, as a fungal mycelium that grows underground, silently controlled the entire clandestine market of District 7. It was a bit of a mess, but it firmly controlled the flow of resources.

As a result, the achievements of the INE in the tax office's file became impressive. It successfully attacked multiple smuggled centers, effectively slowed down the circulation of weapons in the black market and maintained fiscal order and regional stability. Such comments led to its rise without setbacks to Captain Adjunto of the District 7 Fiscal Inspection Team.

But with the passage of time and the strengthening of the Junk society, even Lin's meticulous methods inevitably left clues. That day, Lin left as usual to look for adequate objectives. He needed to find more resources for Lena. Perhaps due to his connection with Lena, his nervous system had become more sensitive. In the heart of the city, he suddenly felt the weight of a look. Yes, looks weigh.

When he realized that something was wrong, he immediately interrupted his day activities. Back at the base, he ordered Butcher to use his informants, increasingly skilled, to investigate. The information confirmed his concern. Several unknown faces had recently appeared in that area. They were discreet, observant and had distinctive behavior.

"He doesn't look like a scammer, more like a cop, but even more sinister than a normal patrolman," Butcher commented. Immediately he realized that the Inquisition was watching him. Although it was only a clandestine and remote surveillance, a routine patrol, his mere presence was an extremely dangerous signal. The dogs of the Empire hunt, finally attracted by the growing abnormal smell emanating from the underworld, approached their noses to that rotten earth.

It was natural that he, a civil servant who spent his days with the yunque, was being watched. But what he feared was that the inquisition was not interested in him due to gang matters. Lin changed course immediately, deliberately distancing himself from the yunque. As if he were perceiving the warning of the inquisition, he responded promptly:

After that he felt calmer, because he was no longer under too much attention. Luckily, he had not had any face-to-face communication with Lena since the incident at the water treatment plant. They communicated remotely through the system. It was this caution that allowed him to protect himself. But Lynn knew that the court was no different from a wild dog that smells blood. Once he looked at something, he would not surrender easily. He had to do something.

So he took the initiative to convene a meeting in the tax office on maintaining stability in the lower-level production areas to protect the impenetrable base. He proposed with great concern: "Recent base inspections have revealed an increase in infestations of mutant rodents and pests not identified in certain abandoned and ancient tube networks areas.

This not only threatens public safety, but could also contaminate stored goods, affecting normal production and tax revenues. I suggest contacting the relevant departments of the Ministry of Justice to organize several joint cleaning and specific extermination operations. The proposal was approved and, naturally, became the leader of this inspection operation.

What surprised them the most was that the greatest support for this operation was, in reality, a Necromonda noble lord. After the formation of the operational team, this noble lord even had a private meeting with him. In summary, the high command were aware of the Zerg infiltration and wanted Lin to use this patrol as a pretext to investigate it at the lower levels, giving them enough time to respond.

Lynn had almost thought about all the sad things of her past and present life before repressing a laugh during that conversation. So, Lynn, who had been in charge of the Cerglena guerrilla, was dedicated to looking for traces of various aliens in the lower levels. Thanks to the constant chivattazos of Lena, Lynn assaulted many Cerg hideouts. This had always been her greatest concern, and she was extremely proactive in her work.

Unexpectedly, this earned him great praise from the noble lord. Thus, the power of the line increased inexplicably to a terrifying point. He even had the authority to command a planetary defense force of more than a thousand men as an armed force to combat xenomorph infiltration and protect his own security. To feed better Elena, he placed many members of the Junke society in his personal guard for the cleaning and recovery of the battlefield.

These members of the Junke society generally believed that his brain was involved in the smuggling of xenomorphic organs. Lin's request to recycle biomass to CERC did not surprise them. This gave Lin a wide margin of maneuver, and Elena's sympathy for him increased constantly. The trial's surveillance continued, but due to its greater power and its official affairs, the situation became less complicated.

This seems to have eliminated many possibilities that they would label him as a heretic. He has won completely. Chapter 10 The Descent of the Angels, Part 1 After a period of continuous and directed feeding, Lynn finally caused a qualitative change in the cold scale of his relationship. The favorability shown by the system finally broke the zero and became a small positive number. Lynn perceived a subtle change in the attitude of the other end of the mental connection.

When reviewing the state of the system, Lena no longer considered it simply acquired biological matter or an object to be taken care of. Instead, it is classified into a more complex group, similar to the special symbiotic units that have a sustainable cooperative value, a predictable behavior logic and are closely aligned with the current survival objectives.

In other words, the murderous intention that could arise at any moment in Elena's gaze faded. It was replaced by an attitude of looking at a human being, or rather, a tool. But for Lynn, this was also a big step forward. "I'm really a master of remorse." Lynn murmured with joy. At the same time, the system interface also experienced some changes.

A love development system was unlocked with pink border, and after examining it, Lin understood its effects in great detail. Starting from 0 points of affection, every 10 points of affection could be charged for 1 skill point. Under the canvas panel, three trees of clear skills were shown: Development Tree: It focuses on the efficiency of biomass conversion, the energy metabolism rate and the basic capacities of eclosion and regeneration of units.

Individual tree: Improves individual combat power and the generation and optimization of special biological organs. Tactical tree: Improves range and precision of command of the enchantment units and strengthens the ability to command objective enchantments. These three trees correspond to the development, the individual combat power and the command capacity, respectively.

Just like with the hero level units in many strategy games that Lynn had played in her previous life, as she was starting, development was undoubtedly the best option. Just when she reached point 0, the system granted her an initial skill point.

Without a doubt, Lin assigned it to the first node of the development line. This first activation of the skill tree directly unlocked "Evolution Improvement". The effect was simple and brutal. The efficiency of Renna to absorb biomass and energy increased by 50%. A truly divine skill. The effect was almost immediate.

The next time Lynn fed Rena, she clearly observed that she absorbed the same amount of biomass much faster, and the brightness of her shell and the subtle increases in size were more noticeable. It was like a war machine with a more powerful core. Her operational efficiency improved significantly. And what is more important, her acceptance of Lynn as a collaborator deepened.

The invisible link between it and the chaotic and absorbent will of the Colmena became increasingly weak and fragile. Synchronization reduced to 3.1%. It was more like a node released from the network, with independent action, than like a puppet in a nest. But Lena, about to completely free herself from the Colmena network, managed to capture a fatal warning, by consuming fragmented information obtained from some gene thieves.

The activity of the deep master's eclosion node has entered an accelerated cycle. Local cleaning operations have created a disturbance effect, which could stimulate the deep network to activate emergency protocols.

According to existing information models, the probability window for the main will to focus its scan on this stellar system, accompanied by the arrival of a force of physical vanguard, is approximately 400 days and local nights.

Simultaneously, the main will has marked the abnormal individual, Lena, as a priority purification objective. 400 days and local nights, approximately a year and a half, and the fleet in Hambre will arrive. The joy of surpassing a level of affinity of 0% was eclipsed instantly by the crisis. Lin leaned on the cold wall, processing this information.

The Tyrannical invasion of a planet generally consists of three steps. The first step is the arrival of the chicken thieves, or genes thieves, to the planet. Then comes a long period of infiltration, from several to 100 years, in preparation for the arrival of the fleet in Hamre.

When all preparations are complete and the will of Enhambre considers that the time has come, the descent will begin. At that moment, a terrifying fleet of Enhambre will descend over the planet through narwhals, manipulating gravity to reach speeds higher than that of light. Innumerable tyrannids will descend over the surface of the planet through spores, devouring all life they can see. It will be a real catastrophe.

The infiltration of decades of the tyrants in this world will finally come to an end. When the shadow of the tyrants darkens completely or the sun of the planet, when the hopelessly massive bodies of the fleet in Hamre cross the clouds, what awaited them to Eli Alena was no longer the slowness of imperial bureaucracy or the persecution of the abysses of the Inquisition.

It was a disappearance beyond the stars, a pure act of abnormality and betrayal. The empire was unstable, the insectoids were mortal enemies and the inquisition was a knife of hunting nailed to their backs. He and Lena were like two insects trapped in the steel trenches that were closing. He had to find a way out for him and Lena, a way to escape from this infernal prison. A point of inflection, or rather, another even more lethal pressure, appeared on an unexpected day.

The alarms in the Colmena were not always strong and penetrating. For Lynn, buried in the atoll of District 7, the alleged request for help from the superiors and the external answers were initially just a cold and vague addition to an internal informative session.

But the following days, the tension barely hidden and a whisper of "AWESOME!" in the faces of those high officials of the Justice Department, usually arrogant, made him understand the seriousness of the problem. Until that sound arrived. It was not the usual rustle of the lower ovens or the upper engines to which the coal mine was accustomed. It was a deeper, regular and low-frequency pulse that seemed to shake the chest and bones.

It was filtered through layers of metal and concrete slabs, penetrating slowly but constantly downwards. A colossal, precise and relentless steel construction descended over this dirty world with a violent roar. Countless ears, entombed by the roar, were involuntarily agitated in the deafened eighth district. An instinctive alert before an incomprehensible power impregnated the poisoned air.

"Lyn, standing in her now spacious new office, murmured: 'They're here now!'" he whispered to himself, unconsciously tapping his cold face with his fingers. Having received prior information, he felt admiration and apprehension at the arrival of these guests. The structure of the city of Colmena was vertical, just like its hierarchical levels.

The seventh district, where the INN was located, was already one of the lower strata nominally covered by the human order. Below were the eighth and ninth districts, those prohibited areas that existed by law, but that had actually been abandoned or turned into a breeding ground for mutants and heretical sects.

Although he had achieved considerable achievements in the suppression of the activities of the genus thieves on the outskirts of the Seventh and even the Eighth District thanks to the information of Elena and the tentacles of the Junke society. The infiltration of Cergue in other districts, especially the upper and older ones, was already deeply rooted, and the situation was much beyond what their small-scale efforts could reverse.

The planetary governor and those high-ranking gentlemen finally realized this. Or rather, they could no longer pretend that they did not see the imminent outbreak of the abscess. A signal of help was sent to space. And who responded was... The son of Medusa. Hello, how are you guys? This time I bring you a new story titled... Warhammer 40,000 and Waifu is a tino... Heheheheh... It makes me laugh. Well, again from the beginning.