Hell world

Thurlein arrives from the point of convergence in the warhammer 40k universe, Christopher expecting the oncoming Leviathan. Sensing it entering from beneath the activities Nasgale, releasing a hive fleet.

 

The overbearing Warp shadow twice, if not triple, the size of Leviathan as hundreds of trillion of life form appear. The organic mass all encompassing was a central enormous hive ship.

 

flowing with psychic immensity, the hording swarm of organisms, ready to go as the order is passed to intercept Leviathan, a focal point opening in front of the overbearing swarm.

 

Leviathan Shooting up from under the Galaxy heading for the throne world terra, the darkening cloud of psychic energy running a carpet over the warp blocking transmission.

 

The apex predator of the cosmos rapidly moves, as a sudden portal forcefully opens. Slamming into the centre bio-ship, as it shoved off the tusk, clamping around the Cosmic predator.

 

Snapping shut as horrid cracking resounds, every bone in its way beginning to break. The severance of the Nasgale, followed by the trillion of bio-organism firing at the tyrannid, with Pods equip with piercing.

 

Gateways to unleash an unnumbered amount of Nasgale into the bio-ships of the Tyrannid. Eating their way throughout them. This fire at everything in range, the Hive-mind slow.

 

This being a limited encounter as an infinite amount of biomass begins to consume. The genetic details of the Tyrannid every one lifeform. Consumed by the hive mind, leading to another hundred of the tyrannid to be consumed.

 

A deficit following the hive-mind as Levithan is steadily eating away at by the uncountable amount of Nasgale, the few genes it capable of getting being entirely useless.

 

Well, it loses it forwards horde, the Flowing Nasgale ever engulfing power, insurmountable, to the Weak bio-industry of the Tyrannid compared to it, Christopher yawns.

 

Sensing the ever depleting tyrannid presence, he smiles at having erased an immense threat, the tyrannid hivemind itself realizing. The true extent of the Nasgale as an opponent far outmatching it.

 

Aika asks him as Chloe walks in, "What do you plan to do with the new guests," the stunning beauty turns towards Chloe Adonis. Taken away by her, Christopher speaks "Adonis doesn't test the limits of my kindness."

 

Referring to his glances passed at his wife, Aria entering with Gaia, "boy that a lot of repurposing," she yawns, dropping onto Christopher's lap. "exactly how many of them did you reconfigure"

 

She sighs. "Around half a million witches above the legal age of 24 have been given the ability to reproduce offspring without the Tree of Mito usage." Christopher responding relatively quickly . "Well, take a nice nap, Gaia."

 

She snooze on his lap, "what is it Chloe Morgans?" she stares at him. "Why did you save us?" Christopher strokes Gaia's hair.

 

Gently. "Do I need a reason?" he stares at her, "I'm not some buissness lord. That's too stupid not to know fewer consumers the more go beneath the poverty line."

 

He gazes forwards at the chaos that is the 40k universe; the Nasgale wrangling with the Tyrannid on an advancing playing field. As it Strangles out the life of organism consuming them Rapidly

 

Crushing the force of Tyrannid, Chloe asking another question. "Yes, that might be true, but why would you bother somebody in a craft, I can barely understand."

 

Christopher remains silence Aika answers, "you lived in a beautiful world that was transformed by one human who sought advantage over a minority."

 

Aika walks towards her, "they sought to Erase your presence or I should say sought to Eradicate the witch as many know it" She smiles.

 

"And as much of an emotionless bear as he can be, he is no fool to witness something akin to…" He nods at her as if confirming she can speak.

 

"Something Akin to a holocaust." She says Chloe, staring "that man was using such methods as max Exodus of life to handle your kind."

 

Christopher says, "Why do you think he did that?" Chloe, Reponds "because he feared our power?" Christopher Comfirms her response.

 

"that one reason the fear of power, however they also have a use for you." he sigh. "When a race designates another for annihilation, be it men to female sex or an entirely different species."

 

He sigh "humans are always good at destroying and corrupting something. They can not live an effective life without destroying everything."

 

He gets up, "Human are control freaks by nature." he gets up. "If you allow one a monopoly or power, they will be internally rewired to be more selfish. More Self serving."

 

He forms a ball in his hand. "Why the hell should I worry about the middle class, they are merely slaves to work to death."

 

he says "That is what CEO or anybody with Money, Need Power, that not something uncommon to kill witch is to create a problem to distract a herd from another."

 

He Smirks, laughing to himself at how stupid that is, "the Leviathan hive fleet has been annihilated. " Christopher Nods "then Let us a begin."

 

He gives them a scenario to make happen, "you want to keep Thurlein entirely in atmosphere and allow a hyper advanced Ship to crash down into the world."

 

he nods "exactly" He sighs "your Insane Lord Christopher." Christoper Replying within an instant "exactly what are you employing everybody knows that."

 

 

The Administrator Sighs, "very well Lord Christopher." an enormous focal Point opens," the Full scale of Thurlein Reaping across the Galactic Sphere. The Eye of terror itself is suppressed in an instant.

 

The Nasgale once more Dispersing entering a Zone of Dormancy, around the very Edge of the Galaxy, as Thurlein Pulse through the expansive gateway.

 

Pressing through it Len Reacts, as did Alucard, "he was here?" confused. Christopher having entirely hidden his aura at the moment of the brief spans of time he was here.

 

Roughly 100 years, he would emerge instantly, disappearing as all presence correlated to his Vanishes, a ship prepared to crash into the planet.

 

Christopher and those deciding to come go with him, as a substance directly under Christopher's control, is placed into the containment tubes.

 

"what is that Christopher." he smiles going to respond