Chapter 33: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The time to attack the Abyss Incubation Pool was coming soon.

Cassius sat inside the Lander Raider, the steel seat automatically conforming to the shape of his power armor, emitting a faint hydraulic sound.

Through the reinforced observation window, he could see ahead the Eighth District Lower Level marked as the "High Danger Zone."

A huge pipe rupture like the throat of a giant beast, its edges covered with a thick layer of pulsating organic growth, purple mucus flowing across the surface like veins.

The low roar of the engine starting reverberated in the cabin, but Cassius's consciousness was dazed for a moment.

Since being eroded by that mysterious power, the "Thought Steel Stamp" forged by the Iron Hands Creed over three hundred years.

seemed to truly begin to loosen.

Those "soft memories" that should have been completely sealed, crushed, forgotten.

Like bubbles in a sunken ship, constantly rising, trying to break through the blockade of the deep sea of consciousness.

The images of memory unfolded without warning, clear enough to be uncomfortable.

【Truss Fortress Monastery, transformed from an abandoned mining star belt.

The miner descendants living there are the core recruitment pool of the Son of Medusa.

Like most people, Cassius's parents died in a mining accident.

So from the age of nine, he became a member of the Orphan Army.

Although possessing physical fitness and reaction speed far beyond his peers, Cassius was naturally dull and clumsy, and would not fight other children for food.

Just when he was about to starve to death, Alyssa appeared.

Taking him in, or rather, Cassius followed her.

Because Alyssa said she was two years older than Cassius, so she could let Cassius be her little brother.

Cassius agreed.

Alyssa was not very tall, but could always rely on a streak of ruthlessness to grab the most food when fighting for food.

And she would always generously share the food with a group of "little brothers" including Cassius.

Mining Worm Paste was really, really hard to eat, but Cassius ate it very happily back then.】

"Sergeant, we've arrived!"

In the communication channel, a warrior's voice pulled Cassius back to reality.

On the display inside his helmet, the external camera footage showed that the Lander Raider had driven into the Core Area of the Eighth District Lower Level.

The air was filled with a strong sweet-bloody smell and the breath of biological acid, even through the Lander Raider's filtration system it could be faintly smelled.

Further away, in the darkness, huge, slowly writhing shadows could be vaguely seen, as well as the dense sound of carapaces rubbing.

The "Master" here had long noticed the intruders.

"Very good." Cassius's response was as brief as ever.

He was still wearing that modified Iron Knight Terminator Armor.

When the airtight hatch opened, he was the first to step onto that fungal carpet ground covered with mucus and spores.

The sensation under his feet was sticky and warm, as if stepping on the inner wall of some giant creature's organ.

Almost the moment his foot landed.

"Hiss-ga!!!"

Sharp, piercing hissing sounded from all directions!

Darkness was like a stirred tide, countless scarlet compound eyes lit up in the shadows!

Knife Worms, Gun Worms, Tearing Worms... a tide-like swarm of bugs burst out from various pipe mouths, cracks, and even from spore sacs above their heads!

Charging toward this steel team that seemed somewhat "insignificant"!

They were like hunters on a spider web.

And Cassius Squad was the prey caught in the web.

Battle entered white-hot intensity in the first breath.

Before Cassius's team reached their destination, at an abandoned industrial purification factory area somewhere in the Seventh District.

Lin En kicked open the rusted iron door, the chain sword roaring in his hand.

Behind him were five hundred fully armed Patrol Army soldiers.

Most were old stock of the Iron Anvil Society, now wearing unified, slightly modified Guard Uniforms, looking quite imposing.

Further behind, there was a black mass of about five hundred Bottom Hive Citizens holding various homemade weapons, their eyes mixed with fanaticism and fear.

"Fortheemperor!!!"

Lin En shouted, his voice echoing in the spacious factory area.

This was a good habit that must be cultivated in the Warhammer Universe.

Shout a slogan before fighting, in case the gaze of the Yellow-skinned One really shifts onto you?

The slogan triggered a chain reaction.

"For Lord Lin En!"

Among the citizens erupted even more fanatical shouts, even overpowering the Patrol Army's response.

This made Lin En's mouth corner twitch slightly, but it was immediately covered up by him with a more determined expression.

In the center of the factory area, on a cleared patch of open ground.

About fifty people in tattered clothes, their bodies smeared with strange blood-red runes, gathered around a crude sacrificial altar built from scrap metal and human bones.

At the center of the altar, a mass of ominous dark-red energy twisted and converged, and faintly audible from within were whispers filled with hunger and rage.

The ritual had reached its critical moment.

Before the altar, an exceptionally tall figure turned around.

His bare upper body had skin of an abnormal red, muscles bulging, veins writhing like earthworms.

His headpiece bore Khorne's signature "bunny ears."

He held two blood-stained logging axes in his hands, his eyes blood-red.

Lin En recognized him at a glance.

"Pure Chaos Believer"!

The Guard Captain who worshipped Khorne, listed alongside the "Tsundere Machine Cult Nun" and the "Silent Zerg Unit" when the system options first popped up!

Tags: #【Hot-Blooded Idiot】#, #【Muscle Worship】#, #【Short-Tempered】#

What a coincidence.

A trace of absurd emotion flickered through Lin En's heart.

Back then it was a choice of three, he chose the Bug Race, never expecting that after all these twists and turns, he would still meet him here.

It just happened to make up for the regret of not being able to "cross bayonets" with him back then.

The Khorne Believer also saw Lin En.

His simple mind was instantly ignited by the desire for battle.

"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

He roared, striking his two axes together to send out sparks, and strode forward with big steps toward Lin En!

That momentum seemed to regard Lin En, at the very front of the team, as an "Honor Prey" worthy of a fight.

The Chaos Believers behind him were also infected by the chief's valor, letting out strange cries as they brandished crude weapons and charged forward.

"Meet the enemy! Destroy the altar!" Lin En ordered, yet he himself charged toward the Khorne Believer!

The Officer chainsword and the logging axes slammed together!

Amidst the piercing clash of metal on metal, sparks flew everywhere!

Lin En's arm went numb—the other's strength far surpassed that of an ordinary human!

But his own physical quality had also improved considerably over this period.

The two instantly became locked in combat.

The Khorne Believer's fighting style was wild and direct, his twin axes swinging like the wind.

Every chop was heavy and powerful, carrying the savagery of cleaving man and armor in two.

He completely disregarded his own defense; his eyes held only attack, attack, and more attack!

Lin En was far more agile.

He did not hard-fight, but instead used the length of the chainsword to constantly block and dodge, seeking an opening in the other's furious assault.

He noticed the other's fighting style was extremely "traditional," which gave him an idea.

"Is that all you've got, heretic scum!"

Lin En blocked while deliberately mocking him.

"Did the Blood God just teach you to hack around like a madman?"