What Soshyan saw was an Ada child who seemed to be combined with part of the Tyranid chitin layer. He was standing barefoot on the ground wearing a simple gown. Various expressions were superimposed on his immature face.
Even though the prophet dome of that time has long since dried up and died, it is still extremely alive and flowing freely with all kinds of breath.
A gust of wind lightly ruffled the hair on the side of Veronica's face. She walked forward with a smile, and under the somewhat blank gaze of the child, she knelt down and opened her arms to hug him.
"Son, from now on... your name will be Bandaram."
"...is...mother."
The conversation between the two was so natural, as if they were already familiar with each other before they met.
Immediately afterwards, Veronica stood up with the child in her arms, turned to Soshyan, pointed at her and smiled:
"He is your father..."
The child looked at Soshyan with some fear, Soshyan smiled and stretched out his arm, and Veronica let the other person sit on his arm.
"...Father..."
Soshyan also did not expect that the collision and combination of Ada's many souls and Tyranid psychic brainworms would eventually give birth to such a consciousness. What is it? A subspace entity? Or is it a unique...Ada's soul?
?
Or, a unique Tyranid?
But there seems to be no point in worrying about this. Although it woke up before, its consciousness was still in a hazy state similar to that of a baby. It was Veronica, as a mother, who guided it out of its newborn chaotic state, and it also instinctively
He regards Veronica as his nurturing mother, which is a deep spiritual connection.
"Veronica, what are you going to do with it?"
After hearing Soshyan's question, Veronica thought for a while and then answered:
"Just stay with me. With such a unique existence, we can't let it run around, right? What if there are some secrets we don't know about?"
"I heard that Tyranids will always be connected to their Gestalt consciousness no matter what. The biological sages in Ulanhuda are also solving this problem. Will it...will there be such hidden dangers in the future?"
"Probably not. Its consciousness structure has undergone subversive changes. You can even regard it as a small moving eternal circuit, an eternal circuit that produces self-awareness."
"So it won't be too afraid of demons?"
"Theoretically, yes, but it will still be instinctively afraid of the enemy's servants. This needs to be corrected through guidance."
"Ha, I feel like you judged it to be harmless at first sight."
"Yes, we are in its conscious world. If it resists at all, I can feel it immediately. In fact, it welcomes us."
"Then why does it attack me as soon as we meet?"
"Because you showed a threat, it acted based on instinct at that time. When it felt threatened, it would naturally fight back. Including the Tyrannic hunger consciousness you felt was the 'roar' it used to protect itself.
Like a child trying to scare off his opponent with his limited means."
Soshiyang touched his nose, looked at Bandaram who was holding his arms and joked:
"It is not simply scared off. If it were another person, I would have been crushed by it... Well, does it still retain the memory of being a brain worm? Or tell us some information about Tyranids, I
I have always had a hunch that the Tyranids will soon cause huge waves in the galaxy. Bangura also did a data analysis for me. Since the first Tyran War, the number of Tyran fleets appearing and reported in the galaxy has been constant.
It is growing, but the growth figures were relatively stable before, but in the past fifty years it has increased almost exponentially. This may be a precursor to an unprecedented Tyrannic disaster."
Veronica thought for a while and shook her head.
"It is very afraid of touching this part of its consciousness fragments. Although it does still retain a little bit of it, I am actually considering clearing this part of its consciousness fragments... Maybe you can discover something from it."
When a thick gel-like substance appeared in Veronica's hands, Soshyan was suddenly surrounded by a cold and hungry wind, and then he began to observe the world through a pair of eyes that did not belong to him.
In the dark void, there were countless existences densely distributed. Although there was no reference around, Soshyan subconsciously judged that they were very large and huge. Their bodies were composed of undulating long spines, fins, wings and hard jaws.
Just like schools of fish in the sea, swimming in extremely dense formations in the boundless darkness, their scale makes Soshyan feel dizzy, and they are simply countless. Even in the universe, there seems to be no end in sight, and all of them are
Facing it is a group of weak gray light, or a place composed of countless smaller lights.
It should be called, the Milky Way...
They came, with eternal greed and hunger, and a hatred that Soshyan could feel...
What does ‘it’ hate?
But Soshyan could feel that, as a whole, it possessed unimaginable terrifying power.
It is a very unique feeling, and it is difficult to describe in words what the spinning of destiny looks like. Even the complex and precise Eldar language cannot express it.
Even spiritual communication and shared memories can only barely touch this feeling. It is so elusive that all subjective impressions will be drowned in an instant. It seems that only the pure mind can understand it.
But Soshyan gained the credulity he needed. Just as the remaining fragments of the brainworm's consciousness are part of the Hive Fleet, the Hive Fleet seems to be a fragment of a larger overall will, just a tentacle of something much larger.
And this thing was completely beyond Soshyan's understanding.
Suddenly, the scene changed, and their countless jagged mouths opened, spitting out a lot of smaller shapes, which landed on a planet. 'It' was spreading deadly weapons to the ground. There were thousands of them.
Thousands of hungry beasts.
Scenes of the death of many worlds appeared like a tide, and its greedy desires washed over Soshyan's heart, just like the sea water lapping at the foot of the cliff, trying to erode their foundations and wash them away.
But Soshyan's consciousness easily blocked such pressure, and he continued to use his mind's eye to observe the information in the disappearing fragments of consciousness.
The thinking of this creature is really horribly monotonous. It can only swallow. It swallows the genes of many races such as Orks, humans, and Eldar. It constantly transforms itself and becomes more powerful. Their perfect forging of themselves is not only to swallow more
The race also aims to destroy the entire galaxy.
No wonder Bangura often said that the Tyranids are a kind of alien that is both miraculous and terrifying. If the empire is really going to fall one day, then there is a high probability that it is not from Chaos, but more likely from this kind of thing that they have not understood until now.