Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 401 Thackeray World

"Citizens of the Empire, today's hive is as peaceful as ever. The light of the God Emperor is still shining on our world. Don't believe anything those cults say. If you find a cultist, please report it to the nearest planetary defense force immediately."

In the world of Thackeray, in the Labidi Hive, the radio was playing continuously throughout the hive. People did not pay much attention to the broadcast. They just hurried to their jobs.

For Thackeray people, nothing is as important as their work in a day. After all, only by working hard can they have enough to eat. If they don't work, they will almost starve to death. The society in Thackeray's world does not have much social welfare.

The hive city is like a living metal giant beast. The countless humans in it are its cells. They work and live in it, just like the blood of this giant beast. This hive city is above this world. Standing for thousands of years, it has witnessed thousands of years of human history, and it has also transformed from the huge ideal city of mankind into the dying metal beast it is today.

In the bottom nest of the hive city where the giant beast's excretory system is located, a young man is holding a short knife made of scrap metal and stabbing the blade into the neck of a middle-aged man.

The young man's strength was not too great. He had used all his strength. The middle-aged man was obviously injured. He faced the thin young man, and now his resistance was powerless.

"Gollum..."

As the young man tried his best to pierce the middle-aged man's neck with the blade, red blood spurted out. The middle-aged man looked at the blood he spurted out. He no longer had the strength to struggle. He felt that his body He is gradually getting lighter, and his consciousness is getting blurry.

"You are finally dead, and you still dare to rob me! I was..."

The young man looked at the middle-aged man who was gradually losing his mobility. He stood up from the middle-aged man. He looked at the blood on his body, and then took off the middle-aged man's clothes.

In the bottom nest, a decent piece of clothing is very precious. The young man looked at the blood-stained clothes on his body and laughed happily. He touched the things on the middle-aged man's body and found a few more like Dried meat like a wooden board and a pistol that was obviously made by hand. This pistol was said to be a pistol, but it was actually a thing that was worse than a matchlock gun.

The young man looked at this pistol with disgust, thinking that when he was in the fleet, the equipment he wore was the standard equipment of the Star Liberator that even many Astra Militarum troops envied, but now he needs to carry this kind of thing. Beg for food for yourself.

"Lu Feng, Lu Feng, you can't return to Earth. You have been tricked by the Emperor and that sea creature in this life. Fortunately, you didn't reincarnate into oats this time. Otherwise, you would have cried. Just be content."

The young man looked at the pistol in his hand, comforted himself in his heart, and then carried the middle-aged man's body to the local butcher shop. You must know that human corpses are also precious resources in the bottom nest. After all, This thing is also meat.

The young man was walking in the pipeline carrying the corpse. He was not alone. On the contrary, there were a large number of people carrying the corpse around him. These people kept a distance from the young man. They did not want to cause any conflict with this man. After all, The blood stains on the young man's body and the corpse he was carrying reminded these guys who were so hungry that they wanted to eat everything in sight that they were not to be trifled with. These guys were not fools even if they had survived to this day. They could not possibly take advantage of themselves. He took his life to test this young man.

"A fresh body, about 180 pounds, gives you fifty sacresos."

The owner of the butcher shop looked at the corpse in front of him. While sharpening his machete, he said to the young man. He looked at the young man and handed him the fifty sacres in one hand.

"That's not right, old man Carl, you are trying to trick me, aren't you? You still have five pounds? And this is a fresh corpse with no obvious lesions. You can resell it to those who make corpse starch, and you can't make a hundred sasha directly from the blood. Cresso? At least sixty sous."

The young man looked at the butcher shop owner in front of him. He knew that this old man was driving down the price, and he was not indifferent to him. He picked up the corpse as soon as possible, preparing to sell the corpse to the gangsters who made corpse starch.

"You..., okay, okay, sixty ropes, boy, stingy boy."

The butcher shop owner saw that the young man was about to leave, and he stopped lowering the price. Although the most indispensable thing in the bottom nest was corpses, corpses with no obvious lesions and not much radiation were rare. This boy actually wanted to do something good. It's such a loss to sell things to those who make corpse starch. He could just sell it as meat. In the bottom nest, no one cares about what they eat. A bite of meat, even human flesh, may cause trouble. A life was lost.

After trading the bodies, the boy returned to his shelter in the pipe, with a few iron walls and a shaky door. This was his home. There were not many things in his home, and there was no one in the bottom nest. Leaving valuable things in your own home is tantamount to committing suicide.

"Huh... we might as well go to the battlefield."

The young man arranged the alarm equipment near his home, and then got into bed. He did not want to waste his precious physical strength and energy.

"Clap clap clap!!"

"Fuck! What's the situation!"

Just when the boy was sleeping soundly, a burst of gunfire suddenly woke him up. He got up all of a sudden. The dagger and musket were instantly in his hands, although the so-called musket was even connected to the handle of the old man on the mountain. It's not as good as rubbing weapons, but it's still okay for killing people at close range.

"Aren't these a genestealer cult? Why are they causing trouble? Something's wrong..."

The young man opened a gap and observed the situation in the pipe. He saw a large number of figures running in the pipe. These people had more or less mutated characteristics. They were holding simple automatic guns, constantly chasing those who brought trouble.

"Could it be that the Tyranid fleet is coming? It's over, it's over..., wait, I'm so scared, it's just a change of place to continue to survive in the wilderness, sleep, sleep..."

The young man looked at the Genestealer cultists. He was frightened at first. Then he thought about how many times he had died and been reincarnated. Suddenly he felt relieved. Even if the Tyrannic fleet really came, he would not There is no way to escape. Those merchant ships will carry those nobles. There is no way for a bastard like him to get on the ship. Besides, even if he can really get on the ship, Tyranid has a fleet. He will die in It's better to let the warrior bugs give you a good time in space.

The boy looked at the gene-stealer cultists and thought about how to get one of their automatic guns into his own hands. Although they were all hand-made products, they were better than his big steel pipe, right? "Bah bang bang!"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on his door. The young man tensed up his nerves. He looked at the door and quickly held the knife in his backhand, and then prepared to slowly open the door.

"Hello, hello, young man, do you want to know about our faith? As long as you join our sect, the six-armed God Emperor will protect us."

The young man slowly opened the door. A man with purple skin looked at the young man with a smile. There was a lot of blood on his body, but he smiled like a fine person.

The boy looked at the automatic gun in its hand. He knew that if he didn't join them, he would definitely be killed by this man. But would he join the gene stealer cult? This was naturally impossible. He knew very well about gene stealing. What is a cult?

These Genestealer cultists are a buffet of being deceived. They will not get the so-called salvation. What they will eventually get is a buffet of becoming the Great Devourer, a group of idiots controlled by psychic abilities.

"Of course, of course, please come in, I'm interested in your sect."

The young man looked at the man with a smile, and then moved away, gesturing for the man to come in. The man looked at the young man and didn’t think much about it. It didn’t think that this 1.6-meter-tall young man could pose any threat to it. It only felt that this young man could pose a threat to it. Man was so sensible that he could understand their great teachings of the stars and join them in their great war for the God-Emperor.

"Young man, I..."

Just after the man entered the room, the boy closed the door, then quickly raised his arm and put the gun directly on the man's head. Without any hesitation, he was still stunned by the shock. At that time, the trigger was pulled directly.

"Snapped!!"

A loud bang resounded through the room, but it was inconspicuous compared to the gunshots outside the room. After all, various battles were breaking out in the entire bottom nest, and no one would pay attention to this gunshot.

"you……"

After the gunshot, a burst of smoke filled the room. The boy looked at the man's head with a big hole opened. The gun did not achieve the effect that a gun should have. In addition to breaking the skin on the man's head, it also It did not cause fatal injuries to the man. This so-called gun did not have much lethality.

However, after discovering that the gun was not very powerful, the young man reacted quickly. In his previous two lives, he was a mortal auxiliary of the No. 20 First Legion, and his combat experience and combat skills were very rich.

The short knife was inserted into the man's neck, instantly severing its main artery. The blood spurted out like a fountain. The man looked at the boy in horror. The large amount of blood loss had made the man's body unable to use any strength. The boy also took advantage of the situation. Taking this opportunity, he gave the man a few more blows and let him go directly to the subspace.

"The workmanship of the automatic gun is a little better than the hand-made weapons of Pakistan, but that's about it."

The boy was holding the Genestealer's automatic gun. He looked at the weapon and complained in his heart. Compared with the laser guns he used before, this weapon was really rubbish. In the past, he looked at this weapon. He wouldn't even take a glance at it, but now, this thing can save his life. There is a completely different difference between having weapons and not having weapons. He is not an Astartes, he is just a mortal. He must need weapons and equipment. Just fine.

"Huh..., take this opportunity to find a way to leave the bottom nest, and then go to the upper nest to have a look. Maybe you can live comfortably for a few more days."

The young man looked at the corpse in front of him. After taking away the armor and spare magazines, he wore the armor of a Genestealer cultist and blended into the Genestealer team. Anyway, now that the bottom nest is flying, there is no What would care about an ordinary person like him? Those pure-blood gene stealers all went to the territory of those gangs, and the other gene stealer cultists didn't pay much attention to this ordinary person wearing their fear, and just regarded him as an ordinary person. He is just an ordinary person who has not yet received the blessings from angels.

In the Thackeray galaxy, at its Mandeville Point, a huge fleet sailed out of the subspace. After the fleet left the subspace, it went directly to the world of Thackeray.

The fleet soon arrived at the world of Thackeray. After the fleet reached the world of Thackeray, routine scanning began. At the same time, the fleet was divided into two groups. One fleet docked on the planet with the Sun Fortress as its flagship. On the ship, another fleet, mainly composed of the Jingwei-class engineering ships of the First Engineer Regiment, went to various areas of the galaxy and began to deploy a large number of void torpedoes and satellite turrets. These things were all designed to deal with the Tyranid fleet.

"What's the situation like on the planet?"

Wang Ming looked at the holographic projection of Thackeray's world. He turned to Colonel Radulovich beside him and asked him about the scanning situation of this world.

"There are three main hive cities in this world. According to imperial statistics, the population is approximately 750 billion people. The ecological environment is semi-desert, with a small amount of forest. It also has a certain amount of ocean covering the world's surface. However, the industrial pollution ahead is very serious. , and overall it is the same as the material in the Imperial records."

Colonel Radulovich appeared next to Wang Ming. After hearing Wang Ming's inquiry, he immediately mobilized a holographic projection screen. As the text on the holographic projection screen scrolled, Colonel Radulovich also moved towards Wang Ming. Ming talked about the situation of this world. This world is generally the same as recorded by the empire, and there has not been much change.

"Well, just to inform you, after we dock in the star port, we will go directly to the surface of the planet to prepare the engineering corps of the Mortal Auxiliary Army. When we land, we will start engineering construction in the wilderness outside the hive city, and prepare the troops. Prepare for battle, the Genestealer Cult of this world."

Wang Ming listened to Colonel Radulovich's words. After he quickly analyzed the situation in the world, Wang Ming issued an order to Colonel Radulovich. The situation in the world itself was definitely not going to be good. As a In a world that is on the road to the Great Devouring, the arrival of the Great Devouring will definitely cause the genestealer cult in this world to riot.

The Genestealer Cult has a very troublesome impact. The trouble is not their combat effectiveness. Although the Genestealer Cult’s combat effectiveness is also very powerful, the most troublesome thing is its pervasive pollution, whether it is the bottom nest or the The upper nests will all be contaminated by gene stealers, and there may be fewer in the upper nests, but those few have more or less powerful people, and their impact will sometimes be greater than those of the gene stealers in the bottom nests.

(End of this chapter)