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Chapter 199 Weeping Angel: Never close your eyes (please subscribe)

Tarsonis is the capital of the Tyranid Empire.

A place of wealth and fame, a stage for scientific geniuses and political elites.

One of the most prosperous planets in the Koprulu Sector.

Countless majestic giant towers stand on the surface of the planet.

The dazzling gem-like buildings show the glory and history of the Tyran Empire to the world.

Together they form an unparalleled and magnificent scenery, reflecting the superb technological level and artistic culture of the Terran Empire.

Everyone who comes here thinks that this is a super city.

The prosperity here is so moving that people call it the city of dreams. Countless people wander dozens of light years away from their homeland just to come here to pursue their dreams.

Inspiring power struggles and repeated intrigues are going on in this city all the time.

The myth of wealth is staged here. Some people turn over overnight and become masters that everyone envies, enjoying all the wealth and power.

Some people fell into the clouds and were forced to flee back to their lairs, licking their wounds and waiting for the chance to fight again.

But Tarsonis isn't all about prosperity.

Under the dazzling prosperous scene, there are also slums, black alleys that breed crime, chaotic gangs and frightening black interest chains.

Countless people live in those crowded, lightless places, just like rats living in sewers.

The unimaginable gap between the rich and the poor makes everyone yearn to climb up, become that enviable master, and get rid of the original sin of poverty from which they were born.

Of course, in this bustling city where the jungle is strong and competition is ruthless, those at the top of the ecological chain do not participate in the competition below.

They are born to be aloof.

Their noble bloodline destined them to become rulers rather than the ruled.

They stand at the top of the ecological chain, overlooking all living beings like gods.

Sitting on the top floor of the government building, deciding the fate of the entire Tyran Empire while talking and laughing.

Even the emperor must listen to their opinions.

In the past, they always remained calm and elegant because nothing could move them.

But today, for the first time, fear crept onto their faces.

Certain balances have been broken. If not resolved in time, their status will be overturned, and their former glory and power will be wiped out.

The top floor of the administrative building is extremely luxurious, and it seems like a completely different world from the outside.

Red carpets cover every corner, and huge crystal chandeliers provide bright light.

In the middle of the room is a huge round table.

There are six chairs around the round table, one of which is more luxurious and larger than the other five. It is the seat that belongs to the emperor.

These six chairs belong to the six families that control the Terran Empire.

Rockefeller, Bennett, Mengsk, Terraira, Roosevelt, Morgan.

The representative of the Roosevelt family, John, is also the current emperor of the Tyran Empire.

Of course Emperor Tyran is just a name, a ruler on the surface.

The real controller of the empire is still the oligarchic council formed by the six major families.

There is a projection floating on the round table, showing the battle of Fort Merburg, as well as some pictures of the Galactic Empire army.

"The expansion of the Galactic Empire will not stop. We must stop them as soon as possible." John Roosevelt rubbed his forehead, revealing the fatigue and uneasiness between his brows.

He is already six hundred years old, but his hair is still dark and lush, and there are no wrinkles on his face.

People of his level can easily use all kinds of cutting-edge life-extending technologies that poor people cannot afford, and do not need to worry about the problem of aging appearance.

If they weren't worried about the horrific mutations caused by the decay of their souls, they would even be able to survive with the help of life-extension technology.

There are not many ways to combat the decay of the soul. One way is to choose to sleep and reduce consumption.

There is also a way to become a psyker, which can effectively train your soul and keep it alive.

The last one is to use the help of subspace biological power.

The only one they can use is the former. Most psykers are basically born. Artificial psykers are unstable and die faster.

Only crazy people would use the last one.

Outside the Koprulu Star Sector, the Evernight Storm is raging all the time, blocking the possibility of all forces leaving the Koprulu Star Sector.

The endless strange events also warn the world how terrifying subspace is.

Once the vigilance is relaxed, the Koprulu sector may be torn apart by the eternal night storm and become a hell no different from other areas.

Being with the subspace is more terrifying than seeking the skin of a tiger.

Family interests do not allow them to do that.

"We didn't have any means to stop them. The defenders at the port of Merburg surrendered without causing many casualties to the invaders. The size of the opponent's fleet has expanded again. Even if we no longer guard against the Camorion Consortium and Umoyan, we will Even if all the armies are gathered together, they may not be able to gain the upper hand." The representative of the Morgan family shook his head and said in a very pessimistic tone, "It doesn't make much sense to dispatch the world war engine we have. After all, the enemy also has the Moon of War in his hands. .”

"The power of the Tyranid Empire alone cannot contain the invasion momentum of the Galactic Empire. They have passed through the Evernight Storm and are still crushing us in all fields of industry, military, technology, and economy. The only thing we can do is negotiate."

"Negotiations? Didn't you see the content of the code they sent to those businessmen? As long as we join the Galactic Empire, no matter how powerful the family is, it will disappear with the death of the controller. They do not recognize inheritance, which means that our descendants People will not get what their ancestors worked so hard for.”

"There is no way to negotiate. Our ancestors have paid so much for us to be able to sit here. How can we give up?"

"We can't surrender, we can't negotiate, and we can't fight against the invaders with our own strength. This is a dead end."

"Invite the forces in the entire Koprulu sector to form an alliance. We will definitely be able to fight against them by gathering all our forces. We don't need to win, we just need to wait long enough, and they will evacuate because the gains outweigh the losses."

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The threat posed by the Galactic Empire is simply too great.

Even the six major families felt the pressure and proposed to unite the forces of the entire Koprulu sector to fight against the invaders.

This is the only feasible way at this stage.

In addition, the six major families also plan to carry out beheading tactics against Bai Qi, the leader of the Galactic Empire.

As long as Bai Qi dies, the expeditionary force will inevitably withdraw and rest, waiting for the arrival of a new expedition commander.

"Then kill even their bullshit Holy Emperor. Isn't it just for this moment that we spent so much time and so many resources cultivating those ghost agents? Let them all be dispatched, mixed with the ranks of merchants, and go to the Galactic Empire . Use any means necessary to assassinate the so-called holy emperor."

"As long as the other party can be killed, the huge Galactic Empire will fall apart in an instant. At that time, not only can the crisis of the Tyrannic Empire be solved, but it may also be able to devour the other party's territory and absorb the other party's technology. Especially if it can With the kind of technology that can safely pass through the eternal night storm, the Tyranids will be at a higher level by then."

"This is a good suggestion. Just send out all the ghost agents. If you don't succeed, you will be successful."

The six major families talk about how to solve this crisis.

They proposed various proposals, then rejected them, and then proposed them again.

Through the eyes of these people, Qin Zheng watched silently as they tried their best to think about how to stop the Galaxy Empire and protect the Tyran Empire, and listened to them discuss how to assassinate him.

The prisoners in Bikna wanted to kill him, and the six major families of the Tyran Empire also wanted to kill him.

It's really getting more and more lively.

As for why Qin Zheng was able to listen to the conversations of the representatives of the six major families.

This is because his name became known to the people in the Koprulu sector following the news spread by those businessmen.

Everyone who chants Qin Zheng's name or title will be included in the sphere of light.

In that way, Qin Zheng would be able to monitor and watch every move of those people, and even peek into their thoughts and ideas.

The demise of the six major families is only a matter of time.

Qin Zheng would definitely not let Bai Qi lose when he opened the perspective and saw all the opponent's cards.

Of course, Qin Zheng did not plan to interfere too much. He only needed to ensure that Bai Qi could win, and left the rest to Bai Qi himself.

As a human being, you must not imitate Principal Chiang’s remote control command, otherwise you will lose your pants without losing your pants.

Furthermore, the Koprulu sector is not worth Qin Zheng’s investment.

For the six major families of the Tyran Empire, fighting against the invasion of the Galactic Empire is the most important thing, and it is related to the survival of their families.

But to Qin Zheng, this is just a trivial matter.

A sector discovered and then conquered by the Second Expeditionary Force.

Perhaps in this process, there will be some touching stories, but it is still only a local incident and not worth investing too much energy.

When Bai Qi established an outpost based on the port of Fort Mer and planned to conquer the Koprulu sector, there were also many things happening in the galaxy.

For example, the stories of adventurers in the dark void of the Galactic Empire.

For many people this is the worst of times.

The eternal night storm is still raging, there are still countless monsters in the darkness, weird evil shadows wander among the stars, and countless humans are suffering.

But for some people, this is also the best of times.

The God-Emperor has risen, and he has brought dawn to the galaxy. Wherever the expedition goes, science and reason will follow, and human civilization will be rebuilt from the ruins.

Mankind's destiny to once again rule the galaxy has been determined.

Countless planets are waiting to be discovered.

As long as you have enough courage, you can find your own wealth from the vast stars.

The lucky ones can find a valuable relic and have endless wealth in this life.

Drake is one of those countless adventurers who long for wealth and excitement.

He is an adventurous person who admires the ancient colonial pioneers and believes that life must not be spent inaction.

Or he could be shrouded in horse leather on the battlefield and become a hero sung by future generations.

Or just pack your bags and set off, traveling to the stars in the name of the God Emperor.

Drake is a man who likes freedom.

So he set sail and took his sailors and crew into the void in search of those mysterious riches.

He owns a ship of his own - the Cowboy.

An exploration ship with a length of 1,100 meters and an average height of 150 meters.

It's not a big ship, but for an adventurer like him, such a ship is enough.

There are more than two hundred people on his ship, and each of them is a carefully selected expert.

In this era, there are countless passionate young people who are eager to look for wealth in the stars.

The growing team of adventurers has become part of the empire's economic growth.

They bought ships and various supplies, and then rushed to the stars, looking for planets, ruins, and technological creations of the Human Alliance.

Even the streets and alleys and the promenade of the nest city are full of merchant slogans that encourage people to reach for the stars.

"Are you eager for wealth? Are you eager for excitement? Then go to the stars, there is everything you want."

"Ancient ruins that contain secret treasures, technological artifacts that hide ancient human wisdom, adventures are waiting for you to set sail."

The myth of getting rich overnight continues to stimulate people's nerves, causing people to rush towards the stars one after another.

Under such circumstances, as long as Drake raised his finger, there would be a lot of people for him to choose from.

Recruiting a crew of more than two hundred people was not difficult.

You don’t even need to pay much salary, you just need to agree on the share.

In the warp ocean raging with crazy etheric storms, the Cowboy continued to rock.

"We are moving away from the glory of the God Emperor, and the risk of the Western Cowboy being lost is increasing." Isola, the ship's deputy and part-time technical expert, tried his best to control the ship and let it move along the channel. Once it is thrown out, they will Trek.

Draco, whose eyes were embedded with mechanical prosthetic eyes, smiled and didn't care about the current situation of the Western Cowboy.

He focused on the star map in front of him and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"Haven't you heard of a famous saying? The bigger the wind and waves, the bigger the fish. The further away from the glory of the God Emperor, the greater the probability that we can find something good. This star map is said to have leaked from the hands of the military. It’s a good thing from the Human Alliance era. As long as we can find something valuable, we can throw it away when we go back and let the girls in the bar call us whatever we want.”

"I'm worried that we won't be able to go back." Isola retorted angrily, "We have gone too far."

"Don't worry, the God Emperor protects us, we won't die."

As soon as Draco finished speaking, he was slapped in the face.

A piercing scream came from the speakers labeled with the navigation room's name.

At the same time, the piercing alarm sound also sounded.

"Vaughn, Mohawk, there's a situation."

While shouting to his other companions, Drake picked up the high-power plasma gun next to him and rushed towards the navigation room fifty meters away.

The navigation cabin is completely sealed and soundproof to ensure that the navigator can work without distractions.

When Drake ran over, the ship was hit by something and rolled continuously.

It gave Draco the urge to vomit.

<divclass="contentadv">But he still restrained himself, ran to the navigation room, and entered the code on the code board on the door.

The thick hatch opened, revealing a navigation room with strangely flickering lights and an obviously abnormal temperature.

Vaughan, Mohawk and others all held weapons and were alert to possible crises around them.

They were in subspace, and weird things could happen.

Drake walked directly to the navigator Korver, who was lying in the cradle cabin crying and screaming. The originally green nutrient solution had turned into blood red.

The third eye on his forehead had been closed, and Draco covered it with a piece of cloth to prevent it from opening suddenly.

Looking directly into the navigator's third eye would drive the average person crazy.

Draco didn't want to test whether he could withstand the power of the third eye.

Korver was in very bad condition, with blood pouring from his orifices.

Obviously, he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

This place is too far away from the glory of the God Emperor. He cannot protect them, and the dangers encountered by the navigators will also increase.

"What happened?" Draco grabbed Korver's thin body and forced him to calm down.

"Leave the subspace." He shouted, "Something is approaching us. The Geller force field is damaged. Leave the subspace immediately, otherwise we will all die."

Draco's face became a little ugly, but he still chose to listen to the other party's words, opened Isola's communication, and shouted for him to leave the subspace.

Isola carried out his orders.

But some things still seized the opportunity to cross the damaged Geller force field and enter the spacecraft.

The lights in the room flickered, the temperature began to drop, and whispers echoed in my ears.

Drake's electronic prosthetic eye had a blurry ghost image.

Vaguely, he saw a strange and horrifying scene. The thick armor plates were melting, like ice cream in the sun.

The darkness twisted as if given life.

Countless tentacles stretched out from the darkness.

The invisible darkness turned into tangible cystic flesh.

When it came out, Drake and others almost stopped breathing, just because the thing was too scary.

It has a huge mouth full of fangs.

Hundreds of eyes perched on a red, cyst-covered body.

Each one is full of malice.

It looked at the human standing in front of it and grinned like a human.

Drake subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the coil of the plasma gun rotated at high speed, making a whistling sound.

The plasma ball wrapped with a blue arc of light roared out and hit the monster directly, causing it to make a shrill sound.

This move made others recover from their shock.

They picked up pulse laser guns, melta guns, and flamethrowers to attack the monsters.

Countless attacks fell on the monster, burning the twisted cysts' flesh and blood until they sizzled.

But it didn't die immediately. Instead, it stretched out its long tentacles, entangled a crew member, and squeezed him into a pulp.

Drake and others watched the whole process.

Hearing the screams of his companion and watching him being squeezed to death.

But they kept shooting, taking their companion with them.

Everyone who ventures into the stars must be mentally prepared to never go back.

The monster didn't rage for long.

As a psyker, Hemond hurried over. He used his talent to open a crack and threw the monster in.

At this time, the ship happened to completely leave the subspace and return to the real universe.

The monster grabbed the crack with its tentacles and tried to crawl out again, but was knocked back by Draco's plasma ball.

The rift closed and the monsters were driven out.

After completing all this, everyone involved in the battle seemed to be exhausted.

Fighting against something like that requires all their courage.

Drake walked back to the control room and found that it was also in a mess.

The instrument panel exploded from the inside, the power lines burst, and the projection machinery was overloaded and burned out.

The several suspended interfaces are all filled with red symbols, representing damaged parts.

They were thrown back into the real world without any preparation.

The switch between reality and fantasy almost caused the Western Cowboy to disintegrate.

The baffle of the observation window automatically raised, revealing the scene outside.

They jumped into a void where there was nothing, and the nearest stars were several light-years away from them.

Maybe it can't be said that there is nothing. There are ominous things hidden in the deep void, and cracks have been torn out in some places. The crawling flesh and blood grows on the cracks, like sarcomas growing in the real universe.

The filth of subspace corrodes the entire real universe.

Fortunately, they are all far away from the Western Cowboy.

The nearest one is millions of kilometers away.

"It's terrible." Draco smashed the console with his fist and roared, "Maybe it's because we are too far away from the God Emperor and His blessing doesn't work. I should have listened to the advice last time and made a Cathedral, find a few more priests to accompany you. Well, now we are thrown here, and the spaceship is broken."

"I warned you, we ran too far." A tired Isola looked at his captain, "There are countless monsters in the dark. Even the real universe is a very bad thing for us. , no one can say what we will encounter, fix the spacecraft as soon as possible, and then return to a safer place to explore."

"There seems to be something." Odus, who was responsible for detection, was still completing his work conscientiously. Even if the first and second leaders of the team were complaining, he did not stop his work.

Drake walked over, his originally depressed eyes instantly radiating light.

"A metal object with an active energy source. Damn, God and Emperor bless you. Is this just bad luck? There are gains in such a ghost place. I think we are going to make a fortune this time. We are definitely going to make a fortune."

Draco's yelling voice attracted the rest of the crew.

They all gathered around to see what had been detected.

"Are we really going to get rich??" Vaughan breathed heavily, with excitement on his face.

"It goes without saying that there is an energy source in such a place. It must be something left over from the era of the Human Alliance."

"Hahaha, make a lot of money and go back to find the girl."

"I'm going to call ten."

"Maybe we can find a war celestial body. In that case, if we sell it to the empire, we will all be rich. Even if the money is divided equally, it will be more than we can spend in a lifetime."

"Even if we find it, we can't go back. Moreover, that huge ship may have been corrupted, and there will be many terrifying monsters inside."

"According to me, it's better to find a mysterious artifact from the Human Alliance era. Many rich people like this thing. It's easy to carry and easy to take action."

The crew gathered together and discussed what they might find.

Everyone's tone was full of expectation.

They have even begun to imagine a better life in the future.

"Don't get too happy too early. Let's repair the ship first." Drake promptly stopped the group of guys who were getting more and more excited and asked them to repair the ship and deal with the filth left by the monster and the corpses of their companions.

One day later, the Western Cowboy, which had completed preliminary repairs, sailed towards the area emitting energy fluctuations.

Two days later, they bypassed the dangerous void area that was torn apart and grew strange flesh and blood, and arrived at an area full of starship wreckage.

The starship had completely disintegrated and turned into countless decaying wrecks. It was basically impossible to find anything useful.

But that energy signal continues to be sent.

They sent out several exploration boats and finally found the source of the signal in a debris pile and salvaged it to the ship.

It was a device with a very smooth and bright surface, without a single dent in sight, as if it were polished from art crystal, and looked like a coffin.

Its interior is still working in some way that Drake and others don't understand.

Drake and others observed it for a long time, and the only thing they could observe belonged to the Human Alliance.

Because there is the emblem of the Human Alliance on the device, as well as some human words.

[Exclusive to the Foundation, logistics number 1938, extremely dangerous]

"There must be something very precious inside this thing." Vaughn patted it, "Captain, we have to see what's inside."

"What do you think?" Drake was still cautious. He looked at the psyker Hemond aside, "Do you have any bad premonitions?"

"I can't sense anything. This device prevents me from prying. If nothing else, this device alone will make us a fortune. It can completely obscure the perception of psykers and even block the psykers' psychic abilities." The materials used for visual inspection are all valuable but not marketable.”

These words made the crew even more excited.

"It has to be opened," Mohawk yelled, "It's going, it's going."

"Yes, Captain, look what's inside."

"Suddenly rich."

"Suddenly rich."

They shouted loudly, all cheering.

Draco had no choice but to look at Isola, "Can you get it out of the way? Brother."

"There are some difficulties. The encryption technology of the Human Alliance is very advanced. Unless it is the empire's cutting-edge hacker, it will be difficult to break it." Isola said, "But it is not impossible. Since this device is used for logistics and transportation, it must be There is a key so that the logistics personnel can check whether the goods are still there. Why not scan the starship wreckage to see if there is anything of the same material? If you can find it, you may be able to open it."

"Then let's look for it." Drake said, "I hope the goddess of luck will protect me."

Perhaps it was because of prayers that Drake and others were very lucky.

Isola's guess was correct. There was a special card made of the same material floating in the wreckage of the starship. It also emitted an energy signal, but it was too weak and they had not been able to capture it.

"It's really smooth. I don't know what material it's made of. It's so smooth." Drake looked at the caught card and placed it next to the device. A slight mechanical sound sounded.

The sleek device was freed from its shackles, and the crew maneuvered a robotic arm to remove the cover.

The contents inside disappointed the expectant crew members. It was neither a treasure nor a rare gadget.

It is an angel sculpture with a distorted face and covering its eyes with its hands. It is also made of stone.

Drake scanned it with an instrument and found that it was just a sculpture without any mystery.

Next to the sculpture is a pamphlet with the Foundation's Standard Operating Manual for Contained Materials written on the cover.

Draco flipped the cover.

[Published by the Human Alliance Special Affairs Foundation]

[Non-standard containment item, number: 773214, codename: Weeping Angel]

[Warning: Do not close your eyes when Containment Object No. 773214 appears]

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Drake took a few glances and found that it was all densely packed with text, so he threw it aside.

What a mess.

"That's it? Could it be some kind of prank?" Vaughn's tone was full of disappointment, "It's such a good device, but it turns out to be a worthless, broken sculpture."

Others also booed, and it was obvious that they were disappointed.

"At least this equipment is quite valuable." Isola shrugged and said with a smile, "If we go back and sell it, we can make a fortune."

"I'm so happy for nothing. Repair the ship as soon as possible, then go back to a safer place to explore, and find a way to find a seller for this equipment. Don't go too far, the risk is too great." Drake admitted defeat. The plan was to repair the boat and then leave.

"Okay, let's all disperse. You guys put the lid on and put the things in the warehouse. The sculpture is not valuable, but the equipment is still valuable." Isola instructed Vaughan, and Mohawk and others put this away After taking the things, he turned around and left.

Vaughan and others drove an engineering hover vehicle over and moved the salvaged equipment to the cargo hold.

When they placed the salvaged equipment and prepared to drive out of the cargo hold, Vaughn subconsciously looked back.

It was discovered that the sculptured angel inside the equipment was standing next to the equipment at some point instead of lying inside, and the lights in the cargo bay flickered, and the angel's hands were not covering his eyes.

Waughn suddenly felt bad, a chill rising up his spine.

"My lord, God Emperor, something feels a little wrong."

Write the demon hunting line first, otherwise it won’t be fun to keep crushing the Tyranid Empire.

The goal of was achieved today.