69novels Chapter 52 You are a Demon
Chapter 52 You are a Demon
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Most disturbingly, the brains of purebred offspring are the most disturbing.
Its enormous head takes up almost a third of its body.
Through the translucent skull, Lowe could clearly see the brain tissue underneath, which was pulsating violently.
With each pulse, a fine ripple appears in the surrounding pale green nutrient solution, barely perceptible to the naked eye.
"It's 'speaking,' advisor."
Father Alpha's voice came through the loudspeaker.
"Its vocal cords are not fully developed yet, but the readings from the Geiger counter and the psionic monitor show that its cerebral cortex is emitting a special band of sound at a high frequency of three times per second."
"Like a beacon?" Lowe asked.
"Yes, a living biobeacon."
Father Alpha's three mechanical tentacles danced rapidly on the control panel.
A complex set of data is projected into mid-air.
"And its growth rate is astonishing. It left the mother plant, yet it showed even greater activity in the nutrient solution. It is adapting, it is evolving."
Rowe paused for a moment, then asked, "Alpha, you mentioned before that within the metal sample of the 'Wall of Gluttony,' the decaying power of Nurgle and the devouring genes of the Tyranids achieved a delicate dynamic balance?"
"Yes. The eternal war on a microscopic level is also art."
"Since it's war, it has value to be exploited."
Lowe pointed to the shell on the fetus's back.
"What would happen if we extracted the carapace gene from this fifth-generation pureblood and used it as a 'glue' or 'catalyst' to inject into the plague metal?"
Father Alpha's electronic eye flashed red for a moment.
The machine spirit seems to be undergoing intense logical conflict calculations.
"In theory—pureblood genes possess extremely strong dominance."
"It may suppress ordinary Tyren biomass in metals, making it controllable."
A thirst for forbidden knowledge.
The priest's voice trembled.
"I think—we can create a living bio-armor."
"This armor will be in a state of 'starvation.' When the wearer encounters a plague, the armor will actively devour the plague virus as nutrients in order to survive—this provides both physical defense and immunity to biological and chemical corrosion."
"However, advisor, I must remind you again that this is a double heresy. We are wearing the flesh and blood of aliens and the creations of chaos."
"As long as I can survive, even if I have to wear the skin of a demon, it's all for the sake of serving the emperor better."
Luo Wei interrupted him calmly.
"Include this project in the research and development plan. We need this kind of armor. The people of Buck cannot rely solely on their bodies and ordinary protective gear to withstand the next Plague Fog."
For Lovi now...
All resources, whether sacred or profane.
Anything that can be converted into a survival rate is a valuable asset.
"Alpha, set its life support index to the lowest level. Just make sure it doesn't die."
After saying that, he turned and walked outside.
"Since it's a beacon, let it do some good work. I'm going to use it for fishing."
Half an hour later, at the command center of the eastern granary of the Seventh Agricultural Zone.
On the large tactical sand table, green dots representing defensive forces are moving rapidly.
"Advisor, as you instructed, I have moved two heavy weapons squads to the entrance of the second basement level."
Buck pointed to several red circles on the map.
"Two newly applied-for heavy logging guns have also been set up, forming a crossfire network."
The one-eyed commander asked, somewhat puzzled, "But, is it really possible that enemies will come to steal the freak? This is the heart of the granary."
"Buck, never use human logic to understand the alien."
Lowe stood in the shadows.
He was holding a cup of completely cold synthetic coffee.
"The Genestealer Cult is a Zergling mind network. The patriarch lurking in the shadows must have sensed it—"
The birth of the "Prince".
"For them, this fifth-generation pureblood is not just a fellow human, but also a psionic node with immense potential, which could potentially help them summon the Terran fleet from nearby star systems—"
Luo Wei's gaze fell on the monitor screen.
They watched the bustling activity in every corner of the grain depot.
"The enemy will definitely come. To ensure absolute safety, they will not launch a direct attack from the outside."
Lo Wei tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"The enemy is hiding among us. The Star Children Mutual Aid Society—this name has been circulating among the lower classes for a long time. They distribute medicine to the poor and give hope to the desperate. This kind of organizational structure is perfect for infiltration."
"We put the fetus here so that the demons lurking inside the granary will come out on their own. The moment they make a move, we'll shut the door and beat them."
This is a typical "audit trap".
It's like deliberately leaving an obvious loophole when auditing accounts.
They lure corrupt individuals into taking bribes, thus uncovering the truth behind the crimes.
However, Rowe underestimated the destructive power that the enemy could unleash when faced with an absolute genetic summoning.
The incident occurred around 5 a.m.
It is precisely the time when people are most tired and least vigilant, as they are preparing to hand over their night and morning shifts.
The laboratory is located on the second basement floor.
The purebred fetus, whose life-sustaining index had been lowered, suddenly began to convulse violently in the nutrient solution.
It did not make a sound.
However, on a spiritual level, a high-frequency shriek instantly pierced through the thick lead plates and concrete, sweeping across the entire Seventh Grain Depot.
C Zone Cafeteria.
A helper who was stirring the soup pot suddenly stopped.
His pupils dilated instantly, and a strange fervor emerged in his previously cloudy and dull whites of his eyes.
"Child of the Stars—Cough—"
He muttered to himself.
The next second, without warning, he raised the sharp, long-handled iron spoon in his hand and plunged it fiercely into his left eye.
"Pfft."
Fresh blood splattered into the green soup.
Instead of screaming, he revealed a twisted, blissful smile.
He pulled out the spoon, not bothering to wipe the blood from the hole in his face.
He turned around and grabbed the cleaver from the cutting board.
He frantically slashed at his fellow workers who were queuing up next to him —
At the same time, energy maintenance channels.
The two technicians responsible for repairing the cooling pipes dropped the wrenches they were holding.
They looked at each other and saw the same purple light in each other's eyes.
"For ascension."
They said in unison.
Then the emergency brake valve was pulled.
The cooling circulation system leading to the underground laboratory was cut off.
The alarm blared instantly.
"Warning! Riot has broken out in Section C!"
"Warning! Cooling system offline, underground temperature is rising!"
"Warning! Soldiers on the eastern flank have deserted their posts and are attacking the underground levels!"
Inside the command center, red alarm lights flashed incessantly.
"Damn it." Buck slammed his fist on the table. "Advisor, you were right all along. There was no external intrusion, it was an internal riot! These guys who usually seem so well-behaved have all gone mad!"
A chilling scene is unfolding on the monitor screen.
The rioters were not an organized army.
They are cooks, cleaners, porters, and other odd jobs.
In addition, there were several defense soldiers who had just finished their shift.
Their eyes rolled back, and they chanted blasphemous prayers, completely ignoring the warning lines set up by Buck.
They did not take cover when faced with heavy machine gun fire.
He used his body to block the gun barrel.
Use your teeth to gnaw on the alloy door.
Scratch the wall with your fingernails until your fingers are bloody and raw.
"My esteemed advisor, the defensive line has been breached."
"There are too many of them, they're not afraid to die! They're mixed in with the civilians, it's hard for us to tell who the enemy is!"
A desperate roar from the front-line squad leader came through Buck's communicator.
Lo Wei kept his eyes glued to the screen.
The situation developed in a way that exceeded his expectations.
He thought it would be a special operations-style infiltration and counter-infiltration operation.
But he overlooked one point.
The most terrifying weapon of the Genestealers cult has never been its sharp claws.
It is this kind of ethnic will that can turn tens of thousands of people into tools of flesh and blood.
Purebred fetuses send out more than just distress signals.
It was also an "order" to launch a full-scale attack at all costs!
at the same time.
Medical area, intensive care unit.
Mary lay on the cold operating table, her limbs restrained by straps.
A medical operative is inserting a large needle into her carotid artery.
The syringe contained a murky gray liquid.
High-concentration chemical amnesic agent.
On remote agricultural planets, this is one of the few means available.
It can dissolve short-term memory proteins in the hippocampus of the brain.
The side effect is that it will most likely turn a person into an idiot or a madman.
"Injection initiated. Memory erasure procedure activated."
The machine's cold, electronic voice rang out.
The liquid was slowly propelled forward.
Mary's body began to tremble violently.
In her mind, countless images began to collapse and dissolve.
The husband's smiling face.
That plastic flower.
And the terrifying truth about fetuses—
They all faded rapidly in the gray mist.
However, just as her consciousness was about to fall into nothingness...
A psionic shriek from the basement swept through her mind.
"Buzz".
excruciating pain.
Indescribable, excruciating pain.
The destructive power of chemical agents combined with the stimulation of psionic pulses.
A catastrophic chemical reaction occurred in Mary's fragile cerebral cortex.
The innate spiritual energy that had been dormant deep within her genes was forcibly activated by this intense pain.
"what!"
Mary opened her eyes.
His originally brown pupils were now burning with two eerie purple flames.
In Mary's eyes, the world had completely changed.
No longer are there gloomy walls and cold metal.
She saw a "line".
Countless twisted, purple, foul-smelling threads pierced through the ceiling, connecting to the frenzied crowd outside.
Finally, they converge at a certain point deep underground.
That point is a black hole.
A black hole that is devouring all light and heat, devouring her husband's soul.
"I saw it."
Mary's voice became hoarse and repetitive.
It seems as if countless people are speaking through her.
"You are—a demon."
"Bang!"
The heavy restraints snapped.
Just as the medical operative was about to sound an alarm, it was held back by an invisible force.
A squeaking sound came from the metal casing.
It was then violently slammed against the wall and turned into a pile of scrap metal.
Mary stumbled out of the ward, barefoot.
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