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The Longest Short Bus. Chapter 73
🕑 Added 2025-10-21 06:21:17 +0000 UTCMy plans for ascension to true power. Power beyond even the the God Emperor and the Chaos gods themselves had two major components.
'Quantity' in of itself would form the shell of my ascension. Then there was the quality that would form the core.
The core of my ascension being myself obviously.
And what was my ascension that could allow me to stand at the level or above the Chaos gods... A mixture of both 'spiritual' and physical worlds most powerful states.
And the biomass of trillions of Orks, Tyrannids, and the humans that tried and died in uncountable numbers to hold this planet.
All that biomass was going to form the shell of my ascencion and even the Lion wasn't noticing all the biomass besides his sons melting away to form it's own form hidden under visual and other forms of blocking of survelliance technology.
"Several mountains of biomass, which will reach minature moon sized once I crash all the Tyrannid hive ships into the local moon as well. Then it will be time." I muttered to myself.
My path of ascencion was the path of the Brother Moon, and Gravemind mixed. With the shell of the Brother Moon acting as the core of my physcial form, I would then fill the moon sized planetoid with the living undeath that was the Flood but the flesh would be almost entirely mental flesh.
Which would allow me to have the strongest 'mind' in the 40k verse. My Primarch mind being boosted by an entire planet sized mind, which that would also be modeled after my own. Would mean the pysker energy I could bring to bear on the Warp would be beyond known levels.
And then... I could turn the sea of souls upside down. I could find the souls of my crew, my friends. And I could bring Barghest back.
I looked down at the planet that still had countless Ork's and now rootless Tyrranids that were flailing like the vicous wild animals they were.
But with the Hive Ships in space all being taken out. The Tyrannids were all rootless animals flailing about.
I could see through the twisted undead and controlled monsters inflected with the flood as they forced themselves to carry their broken bodies and as much biomass as possible to the mountains being built out of that biomass that would be ripped out of the planet via the Tyrannid Biomass collector ships I had under my control.
And I kept to myself even as my 'brother' Roboute's sons checked on me through the intercom as they knew not to chance the death tunnel leading to my secret control room.
I wanted it all to end... This damned universe filled with zealots, inhuman monsters, and cruel gods that laughed at the suffering of all.
I was going to wipe the slate clean when I had the power to control the warp to an extent.
"Will I be strong enough with a moon sized Brother Moon as a conduit to enhance my pysker powers? Is the real question" I mused to myself.
Still, I watched every so closely as the biomass was being transfered. Under my control, being transformed as one of the moons of the system was being subsumed by the massive infusion of biomass.
I watched for even the slightest hint of Chaos, the taint of pysker powers. But all I could sense was the powerful but contained sun that was my brother Lion El Johnson, along with the smaller flames in the Librarians that filled his legion.
'I can't help but wonder how much damage I did to Tzeentch with that anti-spiritual black hole that even now is a new hole in the Warp. To say nothing of the God Emperor when he tore my soul from the Warp to give me this new body.' I mused as I wondered if the Watcher of Fate had seen this future.
The future of my ascencion.
But even with my twisted mind, a mind tainted by Eldar hands, tainted by chaos and the Emperor's own machinations. I knew that trying to guess the thoughts and motives of the Changer of Ways was impossible.
But all those thoughts were un-needed. As after all, I was going to going to save this galaxy from itself.
"The only true issue I see ahead of me is the Necrons. Their super weapons could still destroy my future plans... Maybe I should merely take my Brother Moon and punch a hole through the warp and enter Ork space?" I mused to myself.
It was the best path obviously... Allow Ork's to live and gestate on my celestial body, and as they are driven further insane by the Marker. All their biomass will be added to the moon over time.
With a mental flex, I then began directing also the space hulks to crash land into the moon as well. As... In order to give myself some self sustainable growth of biomass. The Orks were perfect.
Then a buzzer rang out and I looked at my data slate before I blinked at seeing the message say in a grandoise way that my eldest brother Lion El Johnson was leaving the planets surface and was coming to meet me in person.
Comments
Moonlight
Crash out incoming
Spartan593
This continues to be the greatest Warhammer crashout I've ever seen. Thanks for the chapter.
