Between the ruins of the abandoned cargo hold, in the space covered with thick darkness, something was roiling.
It slowly revived, its cold limbs and organs gradually warmed up, and the alien synapses began to erupt with sparks of life.
Everything relies on instinct and memory, rather than real intelligence. The entire nest surrounding it is awakened, and thoughts touch and connect with each other.
Images flicker in the gradually awakening subconscious.
Large creatures with hard, bright silver-gray skin slew their offspring with fire and blade, and although its offspring gradually awakened and joined the will of the hive, some others disappeared.
An evolutionary necessity that eclipsed all other considerations emerged and prevailed.
The nest owner has always been good at hiding, and its nature allows it to move freely in dark and damp places.
It was this nature that saved its life during the Alpha Legion's raid, right...
It hissed and closed its eyes.
Then it opened its eyes again, thinking about the invaders, assessing their number and strength.
It can feel the consciousness of its descendants hiding in the shadows around it, and it will sacrifice them all for victory, although it does love them.
Yes, that’s the word…love.
It loves its offspring as much as the Hive Mind loves them, and it will not hesitate to let hundreds of its offspring die, even if it is just to bring down a giant.
The nameless rage it suddenly generated was transmitted to the mind of its offspring through the link of consciousness, and a series of low roars and the collision of chitinous carapace were heard.
But after realizing that this was pointless, it had to force itself to remain calm.
The nearest genestealer poked his head in confusion, and the hive master snorted softly in response.
Once more it focused on the intruders, it could feel the other intruders struggling around and the remaining ones heading towards its old lair location - where it had killed There was a previous wave of invaders, but for how long, there was no idea.
Soon their numbers will grow.
In this case, there will be too many enemies gathered in one place at the same time.
It squatted down and considered its next move.
No, it can't take this risk.
It wants to reduce the number of enemies now before taking the next step.
It leaned forward, letting its consciousness wander out, feeling the bright and fiery consciousness of the intruders.
Although it is willing to sacrifice its offspring for its own goals, there is no reason why it should not take advantage of every possible advantage.
From that creature as the source, it spread like ripples in water, and an instruction was instilled in the entire nest group——
attack.
Standard tactical timing:
Soshyan was finally able to enter the data storage room, and gravity had been restored to the area.
With the restoration of gravity, the artificial atmosphere reappeared, and the ship automatically used bulkheads to separate the failed parts.
The restoration of air also brings new meaning——
Sound has been restored.
Not far away, the inner workings of the storage module rattled like a struggling car engine, and the pistons hammered inside the catalytic converter - Soshyan wondered why the ancient storage machine needed Such moving parts.
And the sound became more and more noticeable in the six minutes after Dietrian's servitors regained their atmosphere.
When Soshyan came in, the other team members who had already entered nodded to him in welcome, but said nothing.
Previously, he was chasing a gene stealer who looked a little special, so he temporarily left the team.
Soshyan clutched his sword tightly, barely looking at Dietrian's work, focusing instead on the vast room and its rows of blank catalytic converter screens.
Even when breathable air returned, Loken didn't take off his helmet.
He walked closer to Soshyan and glanced sideways at the busy technology bishop.
"grown ups."
He sent a message to the towering Astartes,
Soshyan lowered his head and glanced. The bionic body on the other person's face shone due to the reflection of the light above him - it was well maintained and clean.
"Priest Loken, what's the matter? The aliens are coming."
Loken did not ask how Soshyan knew what was going to happen.
His habituation to human senses also puts him at a disadvantage in the company of warriors whom he instinctively calls demigods.
"Sir, the machines here are very strange. I can't see their past use, and-"
Loken glanced at the bodies that were pulled out of the corner, seven dead Alpha soldiers, wrapped in Terminator armor.
.
They all showed wounds inflicted by the Genestealers, such as pierced breastplates, torn limbs and shattered helms.
"What could make these elite warriors of the traitorous legion desperate to die in this place?"
But Soshyan seemed to be staring at the distance - a wall covered by shadows, and did not answer.
"grown ups?"
"Why do you ask?"
The soldier spoke, but there was still no answer.
"You never questioned your duty."
"I just...want to play my part."
Soshyan walked away, and at the same time a distorted roar came from the communicator.
Loken was nervous and did not follow.
"I feel your fear, stay positive and we will keep you alive."
"Dietrian doesn't think so."
When Soshyan switched a restricted communication channel between himself and the Mechanicus through a series of clicks, he finally spoke his mind.
"Out of the only respect I have for the technical heretic, I would not say to Dietrian's face that he works slowly. If I were to describe him, I would say that he works meticulously. But you are not stupid, Priest Loken. , you know what kind of person he is, this kind of job suits him."
"Yes, but...my lord, is it really worth it?"
"I sincerely hope it's worth it, it's taken long enough and if..."
Suddenly, the internal team's communication rang, and Soshyan interrupted his secret message with Loken.
"Chapter Master."
"It's me, Mark, how's it going."
"There are too many of them."
"How long can I hold on?"
Soshyan could hear the heavy breathing and slight trembling in Mark's voice - the other party must have been seriously injured.
"Two minutes...or three minutes."
"I will immediately send people to pick you up and evacuate to the data room. This place is very strong. We will evacuate immediately after we get what we want."
"receive."
After turning off the communication, Soshyan immediately called out the team members and transferred seven of them to support Mark's team and assist them in their retreat.
At this time, only he and three soldiers were left in the data cabin.
"Omnisiah! It's actually this thing!!!"
Just as the support team was about to arrive, Dietrian, who had been busy, burst into an unprecedented exclamation.
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