Chapter 35: The Imperial Frontier: Profane Rally

Vito has never liked wearing monk robes. To be honest, Vito never understood why religious believers like to make themselves so uncomfortable, as if asceticism can really make the gods they believe in look at them. Is this kind of self-torture interesting?

Although Vito does not like the indulgence and revelry of sexual abuse believers, to be honest, although it is fun, it is completely life-consuming. Your body and soul will be devoured in the revelry again and again, literally exchanging your life for happiness, so yes, Vito is not going to give his life to a certain god.

Vito walked in a long diamond-shaped corridor, surrounded by steel support structures. Those thick mechanical creations supported this marginal corner deep underground, forgotten by the empire and human civilization.

Countless candles and blessing ribbons can be seen everywhere here, and shrines and the Lord of Redemption in them are scattered everywhere. Vito walked here, in the entrance corridor of this ancient underground metal temple, surrounded by several monks wearing robes, holding hanging flags and swaying incense burners.

Ding-Ding-Dang, the rhythmic religious melody kept ringing in his ears. This group of pilgrims was passing through the corridor. Vito looked at them vigilantly with his peripheral vision. There was no need to make any guesses. These people who were taller, stronger and more burly than ordinary people were infected with the Tyranid gene.

There were even two purebreds among them. Even though they were wearing robes, their body structures were obviously different from those of humans.

Vito was surrounded by this group of pilgrims and passed through the long corridor. They left the corridor at the end and entered the main part of this huge underground building.

Vito looked around with a little surprise. This was an extremely magnificent, wide and huge underground temple. Above his head, around him and even below him, there were layers of corridors and platforms, and countless planes and colonnades were filled with believers.

Among them were humans, gene stealers, and even purebreds who were obviously second generation or even about to revert to their ancestors. These people stood together without distinction. Obviously, scarlet pigment had changed the nerves of human believers, and they began to be unable to recognize the nightmares and nightmares in front of them normally, just like the Tyranid infected.

They stayed with these terrible monsters, and they loved each other. Humans cheered and praised the gods loudly with these monsters. Such unreasonable combinations were everywhere here.

The pilgrims walked on a main road. On both sides, on the ground slightly lower than the street, countless believers and Tyranid monsters waved their arms together. Their voices turned into an extremely violent celebration ceremony. Various voices were drawn together. Some of them could still be heard as human, while others were completely unrecognizable.

Vito looked at the other side. At the end of the road was a huge platform carved out and embedded from the wall suspended above the abyss. In the shrine on the platform, there was a magnificent statue, a golden statue of the Tyranid ancestor.

The prototype of the statue, the nightmare creature, was sitting cross-legged below it. The four-meter-tall monster was sitting cross-legged on a golden table. Its solid and giant head was covered with fangs, and a curled and slender tongue was coiled in its mouth. Four terrible claws that were long enough to cut through power armor were casually carried around, but Vito knew that as long as this creature wanted, it could start a life harvesting carnival at lightning speed.

There were also guards around the Tyranid ancestor, purebred gene stealers, wearing some armor, crawling on the ground with claws and strong limbs, like a group of wolves ready to go.

And next to the ancestor, the archbishop of the Gene Stealer Cult was standing there, holding up the scepter and slamming it on the ground. The bell sounded like the Big Ben of the church and echoed throughout the hall, instantly suppressing all the noise.

All the believers looked over and looked at the absolute core here.

Vito and the pilgrims also arrived at the key point. He came to the ancestor and the archbishop. The pilgrims dispersed to the surroundings, spreading out flags and arcs to face the believers below.

"Brothers! Sisters! Today we will welcome a new redeemer here!" The archbishop raised the psychic staff and said loudly. Obviously, his voice was effectively amplified by psychic power and could be easily transmitted to various places without the help of any external equipment.

"Our archangel will bring us new salvation!" The archbishop said and motioned everyone to look at the ancestor. The huge Tyranid monster bulged its body and raised its two claws. The razor-like claws reflected a cold light.

It was responded by a fanatical cheer. The people and non-people in the audience shouted wildly together, and there was an endless stream of chaotic praises. The archbishop looked at the believers in the audience with satisfaction and motioned for silence. What was surprising was that this group of fanatical lunatics really quieted down.

Obviously, he influenced the existence of these Tyranid nodes through psychic induction. As Vito had obtained, the effect of scarlet pigment was indeed very good.

Vito glanced to the side. Henry was also here. He stood on the edge with a group of high-level leaders, but it seemed that Henry was more rational than they looked. He did not shout or show crazy reactions.

On the contrary, he looked at the ancestor with a hint of entanglement and contradiction in his eyes. Hmm, it was really interesting.

Vito looked back at the ancestor, and the huge monster also looked at him. Its bloody mouth opened and closed slightly in front of Vito, and many of the gold decorations hanging on its body also swayed.

"The great ancestor has received the will of the gods! They, our salvation is about to come! God's heavenly soldiers will come from the other side of the star sea! We are about to complete the road to salvation!" the bishop shouted with a passionate voice, and What responded to him was even more intense and crazy cheers.

The believers were shouting hysterically, and the most fanatical atmosphere enveloped everything. When the news that the gods were about to arrive reached their ears, the feeling seemed to be a release of pheromones, driven like the wild instinct of a beast. These lunatics.

Vito is very sure that this kind of pheromone is released through the highest Tyran node creature present. At this moment, it is obviously the bishop, and the other one who can be is the patriarch. Well, the Tyran system is really interesting, isn't it? ? You don’t need to persuade, understand, or even give orders, you just need to use emotional resonance to stimulate the instincts of the subordinates present.

As before, the bishop did not need to make any shouts, he just raised a hand to persuade, and the enthusiastic audience below fell silent at an unbelievable speed, even Vito.

"And today, we will welcome a brother, Brother Vito Constantine." The bishop said, pointing to Vito, who raised his arms like the victor of ancient Terra, welcoming a burst of cheers and applause from the audience. .

"We will welcome him, as our brother, to embark on the final salvation with us." The bishop said, raising his scepter and looking at the ancestor, with a look that can be called pious, "Our God! Our guide ! Give him enlightenment!”

The ancestor opened his mouth slightly, and his long and curved tongue stuck out. The sharp injection mouthpiece at the end dripped drops of viscous liquid. This was the method used to maximize genetic infection. The first person on this planet This is how the Tyranids were born.

"Go forward, brother, accept your blessing." The bishop said happily. Vito looked at the ancestor and then looked at the purebred gene stealers on both sides with his peripheral vision. After a moment of thinking, he moved forward. After a few steps, he arrived in front of the huge monster.

The patriarch's mouthpart gradually came closer to Vito's chest. Everyone looked here, looking at the ancestor who was about to complete the injection and infection. In just one click, he could inject the infection into Vito's chest, and in a short time Assimilate him.

Vito looked at the injection mouthpiece that was getting closer and closer. It was getting closer and closer, and he could almost feel its temperature. Vito raised his eyes and looked at the patriarch, looking at those bright eyes.

An explosion sounded, and a violent explosion exploded in a corner of the hall. The violent explosion attracted the attention of all the believers, bishops and others. Countless laser beams and bullets burst out in the thick fog. .

Countless believers were massacred and fell to the ground immediately. A group of people armed with various weapons rushed in from the thick smoke. The leader held a bolt gun and blasted the nearest believer's head with one shot. " Kill all these pious bastards!"

Mal Hammer yelled as his men and the boys from the Syndicate were filing in, applying destructive firepower to these people. Among them was Marshall, who rushed into the battlefield with a laser gun. He looked in the direction of Vito and nodded slightly.

The Bishop turned his head and was about to say something, but all he saw was a flash of plasma lightning, which came from the muzzle of the plasma gun in Vito's wrist. He looked at the Bishop with a smile.

"It's on time, right?" Vito smiled, and the plasma lightning struck its target happily.