Chapter 42: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Flames shot into the sky, smoke dust spreading.

When the last wave of the explosion faded, only a desolate scorched earth remained outside the warehouse, not a single survivor.

Those mutated Bottom Hive Citizens, with their own flesh and blood, completely destroyed the data that the Son of Medusa had reserved targeting Lin En.

Not far away, the Butcher, who had witnessed the whole process, felt his scalp go numb.

He was glad that from beginning to end he had never defied Lin En.

These Bottom Hive Citizens were recruited by his subordinates' subordinates.

They did not even count as Lin En's direct forces, just some lower-level residents living in Lin En's jurisdiction area.

The vast majority of them had never seen Lin En's face in their lives, yet willingly went to die for him.

The Butcher had once been unable to understand why Lin En would share precious resources with these "worthless" lower-level trash.

Nutrient paste, purified water, and inferior protective suits that could resist acidic rain mist were treasures worth a thousand gold that were hard to buy even with money in the Nest Lower Levels.

Until now, he finally understood.

At first, they only planned to recruit three hundred people, promising that after their deaths, the forces behind them would take care of their families, providing enough food and shelter.

But after the news spread, the citizens who came to sign up actually exceeded three thousand, ten times the planned number.

They came from every corner of the Bottom Hive.

There were orphans who had lost their families, cripples abandoned by gangs, and drifters with nowhere to go.

The only thing they had in common was that everyone carried gratitude toward Lin En, and despair toward the Empire.

In the end, the Butcher only selected one thousand people, and the rest even cried and begged, hoping to join this assault.

"What about the Emperor's Angels?" the Butcher muttered to himself, his voice carrying a trace of fear and mockery.

"Would they care about the life or death of these Bottom Hive ants?

Would they give them a mouthful of clean water, a piece of corpse starch that could fill their stomachs?"

Under the Empire's rule, the lives of Bottom Hive Citizens were like grass and weeds, their life and death never placed in the eyes of the Upper Level.

If not for Lin En, these people should have died half a year ago.

It was Lin En's "generosity" that let them live another half year, it was Lin En's protection that let them avoid oppression from gangs and the Legal Affairs Department.

So, when they learned the attack target was the "Emperor's Death Angel," they did not hesitate in the slightest.

To them, Lin En was the true redemption, and dying for redemption was a natural choice.

To bring these citizens to the Fifth District, the Butcher mobilized all the connections and resources Lin En had accumulated.

He bribed all checkpoint officials and Legal Affairs Department guards along the way.

Those who refused to cooperate and tried to report it all died mysteriously that very night, not leaving a trace.

Just like that, one thousand Bottom Hive Citizens, like ghosts, passed through layer upon layer of barriers and arrived at the Fifth District.

Using their lives to complete this mission destined to have no return.

Inside the Abyss Incubation Pool, the power of the Psychic Storm gradually weakened, but the lingering might of destruction still permeated the air.

Cassius fell to the ground, his Iron Knight Terminator Armor already covered in cracks, its power system already collapsed.

Blue electric arcs occasionally burst from the armor's gaps, illuminating his blood-covered face.

The pain brought by the Spirit Shriek far exceeded imagination.

That dark purple energy first invaded his senses, burning his retinas.

Making him instantly lose his sight, with only a sharp humming left in his ears.

Next, Psyker Power surged into his body, like boiling magma flowing through his blood vessels.

His organs began to boil and melt, his bones emitting unbearable "creaking" sounds.

This was an extreme pain, enough to make even the most determined warrior collapse.

Cassius only relied on the protection of the Iron Halo to barely hold on for a moment longer.

He could not see, but could clearly perceive everything around him.

His comrades' Green Skin Screams gradually subsided, finally returning to Silence.

The Bug Race's hissing disappeared in the Psionic Shock, the Servitors' metal bodies collapsed with a boom, and their servo systems completely stopped.

He could feel blood flowing from the armor's breaches, soaking the Fungal Carpet beneath him, and could feel his life rapidly slipping away.

Just as his consciousness was about to sink into Darkness, a dust-covered memory suddenly surfaced in his mind.

【Cassius remembered that Alyssa had a shocking scar on her face, others always mocked her and gave her a nickname, "Cracked Face."

Even the strong-willed Alyssa, upon hearing this nickname, could not help but secretly cry.

At that time, the always stiff and wooden Cassius experienced the taste of "anger" for the first time.

From then on, in that area, as long as anyone dared to say that nickname in public.

They would be met with a boy's fist.

Ten-year-old Cassius displayed his physical talent for the first time.

He reacted quickly, his body was strong, his will was determined.

Even when facing several guys several years older than him at the same time, he could beat them until their teeth flew everywhere.

Just like that, through Cassius's unremitting efforts, the whole area became "quiet."

No one dared utter that nickname anymore.

After every fight, Alyssa always treated Cassius's wounds with heartache.

But Cassius said nothing, just kept grinning foolishly.

Even now, thinking back, he felt only one thing: exhilaration!】

The memory's image gradually faded, and a violent headache like a war hammer smashed into Cassius's mind.

He fiercely opened his eyes, his vision a sheet of black, both eyes already burned to nothing by psychic energy.

Only two hollow eye sockets remained, constantly spilling fresh blood.

He struggled to stand, only to discover both legs had lost all feeling.

He rotated his head, his hollow eye sockets "scanning" the surroundings, able only to feel his comrades' icy bodies.

Medusa's Sons Squad—apart from him, not one survived.

Endless grief like a tide drowned him.

The brothers who fought side by side with him and swore loyalty to the Emperor together, the comrades who entrusted their backs to each other on the battlefield—all died in this storm.

But years of transformation and emotional suppression had long made him forget how to weep.

Grief soon faded, replaced by an endless rage.

He wanted revenge!

He wanted to smash the alpha's head, tear apart its brain organ, and make it pay for this massacre!

He also wanted to judge that Heretic Lin En who plotted everything!

Cassius slowly raised his hand and removed the Iron Knight Helmet from his head.

The helmet fell to the ground, emitting a dull sound.

In his hollow eye sockets, two golden radiance suddenly flared.