Chapter 27: Hello, Gear Kid!

Catachan is one of the most notorious death worlds in the Empire, the famous 40K Rambo production site!

Famous for having the most majestic and domineering pure men in the entire Empire, every Catachan warrior living there has faced two things since birth.

Battle, and death.

Due to the special environment of Catachan, which has beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, every Catachan person is a Terminator, and it is the Plus version.

There is such a sentence that can be used to describe Catachan.

The goal of all living creatures is either to kill other creatures or to be killed by other creatures!

In short, in Catachan, which has beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, the jungle... eats meat!

Trees move;

Flowers eat people;

Even food planted in Catachan from outside star sectors will try every means to... kill a few people.

As for toads, they are even more powerful; that thing... will explode!

In Alvin's memory, the power of that thing's self-explosion is such that even the Astartes Dreadnought can be blown to pieces!

Yes, that's right.

That heavy armor, known as the mobile fortress Astartes 'coffin', can't stop a Catachan toad!

The self-explosion range of a toad is one kilometer, and the toxin ranks first in the physical universe.

Unless you are the Flash, otherwise if you disturb a Catachan toad, the ending is only death, the kind that even a Dreadnought can't save you!

By the way, the second-ranked toxin in the physical universe is the Catachan Barking Toad.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Alvin had transmigrated to this broken place, he would definitely have cut his throat on the spot; he doesn't know if he could transmigrate again, mainly because he didn't want to be eaten by a tree!

As the saying goes, one side of water and soil raises one side of people.

With such an extreme living environment in Catachan, it naturally raised a group of... super-male Rambos!

Understood, this is all clear!

Alvin finally knew why Tuck could silently kill an entire Crusader Gang.

Not surprising at all; anyone who can survive the environment of Catachan would be a super Captain America in the 2K era, and killing hundreds of gangs is like playing.

Similarly, Alvin also determined one thing.

This master can really kill him, and it is effortless!

Even if he is an Epsilon-level psyker, unless he can kill Tuck in seconds head-on, the ending for the psyker is likely... having his head cut off in his sleep and hung at the door.

Now, Alvin's mind is left with only one thought.

"I must find a way to pull Tuck into the group; leaving such a super hero unit unused is simply a waste of heaven!"

"Kid, what are you dazed for?" Tuck raised his hand and knocked on his head, saying: "Anyway, even if I can't solve it, there are still Hive enforcers and the Planetary Defense Force."

"Cough cough, Mr. Tuck, actually..." Alvin suppressed his excitement, pretended to be calm, and told everything that happened in the Underhive one by one.

After listening, Tuck's pupils widened like copper bells, and he roared with his mouth wide open: "What? Cult?"

"Mr. Tuck, you can be louder, so everyone will know." Alvin was shocked by Tuck's loud voice, making his ears ring a bit.

"Sorry, I was a bit excited."

Tuck realized his reaction was too big, took a few deep breaths, and after his emotions calmed down slightly, he said seriously: "Since you discovered the cult, why didn't you report it to the enforcers?"

"Me? Report to the enforcers?" Alvin looked at him speechlessly: "Are you sure if I said it, the enforcers would believe it? Wouldn't they shoot me to death?"

Tuck was speechless, as if a stone was stuffed in his throat, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

He knew the character of the Hive enforcers too well; if an Underhive scavenger said there was a cult, he would likely be shot to death by the enforcers directly, with the reason: scavengers know a fart!

"No wonder you are so vigilant."

Tuck, who understood the cause and effect, re-examined Alvin: "Can't tell, you kid is very cautious; before you weren't willing to tell me, it should be because you were afraid that I had a relationship with the cult, right?"

"Hope you can understand, Mr. Tuck."

Alvin didn't think he did anything wrong; without definite intelligence, it would only lead to death.

"No, I mean, you did very well."

Tuck frowned, and after learning about the abnormality in the Underhive originating from the 'Khorne' cult, he could understand Alvin's worries.

"Mr. Tuck, since you are a retired Astra Militarum soldier, you should be able to contact Upper Hive nobles and the Planetary Defense Force, right?" Alvin had been terrified, and now he could finally relax a bit: "As long as the news about the cult is reported, with the scale of the cult now, it will soon be annihilated."

"You think the problem is too simple, kid."

However, after hearing Alvin's suggestion, Tuck was still full of worry and threw out a few questions directly: "First, can you determine that the scale of the cult is limited to the Underhive?

Second, how do you know that there are no cult forces in the Mid-Hive and Upper Hive?

Finally, what level is the cult's psyker?"

Three questions left Alvin speechless, not knowing how to answer.

"Any cult force cannot be underestimated."

Tuck looked at him deeply and said slowly: "What we see is only what floats on the surface; what if we startle the snake and let them jump over the wall in a hurry?"

"But, even if they jump over the wall in a hurry, with the power of the Planetary Defense Force, it shouldn't be difficult to annihilate them, right?" Alvin said with no confidence.

In fact, he himself was not sure how capable the Planetary Defense Force was.

Some Planetary Defense Forces are recruitment regiments of the Astra Militarum, and their combat effectiveness goes without saying, but some... are unbearable to look at, which can be said to be uneven!

"Kid, some things are not that simple."

Tuck shook his head, looked up at the sky, and said a meaningful sentence: "The water in the Loser population Hive world is very deep; at least judging from my current inference, the cult forces infiltrated the Upper Hive noble circle very early."

"You... how do you know?" Alvin asked.

"Nonsense, I killed a noble back then, so I was thrown to the Underhive." Speaking of this, in his anxiety, Tuck finally revealed the reason.

Killed... a noble?

What a strange noun!

Alvin's eyelids jumped wildly, and he shouted 'f***' in his heart.

Such a big crime didn't die, but was thrown to the Underhive; how big is Tuck's background?

"Come with me to see someone."

Tuck dragged Alvin and left without saying a word.

The two turned seven or eight streets in the Mid-Hive, and then came directly to a quite simple house.

Without saying a word, Tuck kicked open the door that was already a bit shaky, and then dragged the dumbfounded Alvin and broke in.

"Wait, wait, Mr. Tuck!"

Alvin stared at the gear decoration on the wall that symbolized casting, and the whole person was confused.

This place is the sanctuary of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the territory of those oil-guys!

Breaking in so directly, really won't be transformed into a servitor skull?

But obviously, Tuck didn't care about this point at all, and his unique loud voice echoed directly in the mechanical sanctuary: "Hey, Gear Kid, get out here for me!"

A moment later, Tuck instinctively dragged Alvin to squat down.

Then a bolter shell grazed their scalps and directly blew a huge pit in the simple wall.

Gravel and smoke splashed, the pungent smell of gunpowder spread, and Alvin's brain crashed for half a second.

"Tuck, you bastard again!"

The person who rushed out from the side door of the sanctuary was wearing the standard rust-red robe of the Adeptus Mechanicus, with a modified mechanical arm behind his back.

And in his hand, he was holding a bolter that had obviously been modified, roaring with anger: "Omnissiah is above, I'll purify you bastard for the Emperor today!"

Tuck was picking his ears, looking like he didn't care at all, and said loudly: "Calm down, Gear Kid, I came to you for serious business."

That mechanical priest was obviously not lightly angered, holding the bolter and gritting his teeth: "Swear to the Omnissiah, if you dare to call me Gear Kid again, I will let you see the Emperor!"

Click!

The crisp sound of loading rang out in the simple sanctuary.

Looking at the bullet holes all over the wall and this simple mechanical sanctuary, Alvin suddenly understood the reason.

Are the oil-guys now so irritable?! ===== CHAPTER 28 =====