Chapter 19: Hehe, a free buffet!

BOOM—!

A purple warp rift tore open at the asteroid belt’s edge, unstable energies swirling like storm clouds—spectacular.

“Phew~” Chen Xing steadied her breath, eyes flashing cold. “Commence warp transit.”

Next second, psionic tendrils propelled her 5 km bio-ship into the rift.

Reality dissolved into a kaleidoscope of madness—an infinite warp dimension of pure sorcery/psionics.
Look, think, or feel it—you’ll be unmade and assimilated.

Humans invented the Geller Field for this: a shield that mostly isolates the ship from the warp.
Demons sometimes slip through, but it’s safer than hanging off an Indian train.
Chen Xing had no Geller Field.

Without it, ships enter fine—exit as silent hulks or daemon-possessed hell-engines.

> (PREY!)
> (SACRIFICE!)

Warp denizens swarmed like flies to blood.
Then—CRUNCH.
A wall of Tyranid psionic force hit them like a 300 km/h truck.
Ash and oblivion.

Chen Xing cruised with Warp Shadow active—demons reduced to sparkly VFX.

> (RUN! IT’S A TRAP!)
> (HELP—I’M FADING—AAAAH!)
> (WHO LET THIS THING IN?!)

Moments later—reality.

A scarred planet loomed: hive spires burning, green tide breaking defenses.
Hundreds of transports ferried millions.
Orbital guns held fire—Golden Fleece transponder worked.

Comms crackled:

> “Golden Fleece, Rear Admiral Katalya. Respond or be purged as heretic.”

Chen Xing patched in, mimicking Imperial vox:

> “Admiral, Captain Stella Loon. Elizabeth dead—Chaos raid.”

> “Governor fled. Need ships. Two runs, 100k each. I owe you.”

200,000 free bio-mass.
Chen Xing patted her tummy: White-picking is bliss.

—

Two hours later – Dock 27

Umbilicals locked.
Refugees flooded in.

– Front: Gothic steel, aquilas, saints
– Back: chitin labyrinth, pulsing walls, floating zoanthrope

Psionic wave—eyes glazed, orderly march to digestion pools.
Crunch—crunch.
+100,000 bio-mass.

—

Then—

30 figures resisted control.
Purple skin, slit pupils, claw-nails—Tyranid hybrids.

Lead girl grinned ear-to-ear:

> “Smell of the Hive… it’s you.”

All knelt:

> “Welcome home, Saintess.”

Chen Xing’s pupils quaked:

“GENESTEALER CULT?!”