The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Their armor all bore a hand pierced by a sharp blade, signifying their affiliation with the conspiracy group. The Slicers were a small to medium-sized conspiracy group, generally active in the northern reaches of the Extreme Domains. This time, Karoen was leading the team to make some money. These types of conspiracy groups typically didn't have many assets. To maintain their lifestyle, they had to engage in frequent plundering activities, and a significant portion of the captured slaves had to be exchanged with arms dealers for weapons and to pay the Blood Reavers Association for resurrection and treatment fees.

"But this ship isn't big and looks shabby. Probably not many apes on board. Tell everyone to hurry up. We have a big deal waiting for us."

With a whoosh, a squadron of Venom and Reaper bikes sped towards the human vessel. A Trueborn, who had been watching the screen the whole time, suddenly said:

"Strange, it looks like the ship is actively opening its hatches?"

"Hmm?"

Karoen narrowed his eyes. He saw that the cargo bay doors on both sides of the ship were indeed slowly opening, revealing dark caves.

"Interesting. Is that a provocation?"

With that, he stood up. If these apes were hiding in the ship's hold, trembling with fear, he might still feel a sliver of joy, but their current attitude only left him with anger.

"Go meet them."

"Boss, could it be a trap?"

"Trap? We're the only ones who set traps for apes. You think you'll fall for an ape's trap?"

After speaking, he raised his hand.

"Move in! I'm going to personally chop off their feet and send them to the kennels!"

Suddenly, the Trueborn Drakula began to feel happy about this hunt again. He believed it was a responsibility—only Trueborn born in the Eternal City could better teach these slaves to know their place.

He could imagine when he appeared in the ship's hold, groups of monkeys fleeing before him, chased by hounds—but keeping a subtle distance, like some kind of malicious game.

Yes, he needed these monkeys to always be within his sight—the fear they exuded intoxicated him, along with their increasing despair and silent numbness… utterly wonderful.

Soon, the raider gunship and other vehicles flew into the ship's hold. It wasn't too spacious in here and quite dark. There was only one main passage in the cargo hold, which was also open, but not wide, only enough for a raider gunship to pass through. For some reason, Karoen smelled a hint of danger, but with hundreds of warriors and a dozen Trueborn around him, he had no fear.

"Gut-Ripper Blade Squad, you go through the main passage. Brasoda, release your hounds and let them scout the way. Find the apes as soon as possible. Let's have a double dose of good fortune today!"

With an order, a sharp whistle sounded, and then those twisted, scaled Gormelas let out sharp barks and entered the passage. These were excellent hounds that he had bought from the Beastmaster at great expense, capable of tracking prey from thousands of kilometers away.

At the same time, another heavily armed squad entered the passage. They were Halfborn, only slightly better than slaves, born to be cannon fodder for the noble Trueborn.

After a while, the squad that entered sent a message that there was nothing unusual. The ship seemed empty, like a ghost ship.

The Gormelas also seemed to have found nothing and could only bark around in frustration.

"Impossible, how could a ghost ship run into the Webway? Go check the bridge."

Karoen was now both puzzled and annoyed. If it was really a ghost ship, then he was wasting time, which could become a laughing stock—tripped up by an ape ghost ship.

Soon, the raider lowered its altitude and entered the passage, quickly arriving at the first cabin. This place was like a gym, full of equipment, some of which was a bit concerning, such as the dumbbells that were nearly a meter long with two metal spheres half a meter in diameter at each end. Karoen wasn't sure if apes could use such things.

And it was also very dark here, although darkness meant nothing to the conspiracy group warriors wearing helmets.

"This place—"

The co-pilot, who was in charge of operating the gunship's weapons, was about to speak, but a roar interrupted their conversation. The co-pilot fell backward onto the deck.

"What's going on?"

More roars sounded, and the scene instantly spun out of control. Weak flashes of fire occasionally flashed in the darkness, and the conspiracy group warriors fell to the ground, their armor bearing huge bullet holes, blood spurting out.

Karoen turned around, wanting to loudly warn his subordinates, but was drowned out by the roar of weapons.

During this time, he also heard the firing of splinter rifles and non-stop screams—when he realized that the screams were not the screams of human monkeys, he felt a chill.

"Counterattack! Damn it! Why didn't the Gormelas discover them!"

But after all, they were Eldar, and their reaction was still very fast. After a few people died, all the conspiracy group warriors immediately chose to find cover and fired at the location of the fire. Karoen also squinted, trying to identify the target, but he could only see a blurry shape—it was as blurred as a mirage, but no matter how he looked at it, it looked a bit like a...

Ork?

Ork!?

"How the hell are there Orks here?"

He cursed and drew his curved blade and pistol.

"Find him! Are you slaves, wanting to avoid the prey?"

Suddenly, a piercing sonic boom exploded above their heads. Karoen also quickly jumped behind the raider and raised his pistol.

There was something in the distorted air, but he couldn't see it clearly. He could only hear the high-speed friction of air as it passed by.

He fired again and again, desperately trying to hit it—whatever it was.

But the other party was not heading for him. A blurry shadow swept past several conspiracy group warriors hiding behind the treadmill. In the piercing sonic boom, an invisible blade slashed across their heads, easily tearing through armor and flesh—four conspiracy group warriors instantly turned into four headless corpses, trembling and spewing out massive amounts of blood onto the treadmill.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

At this moment, something jumped onto the raider gunship. This time, Karoen saw it clearly.

A short man with flaming red hair and tattoos all over his body, holding a burning battle axe in his hand.

The moment he landed, he split the raider gunship's pilot in two. Losing the helmsman's control, the gunship began to tilt.

"Die, gnome!"

Karoen roared and fired at the opponent's chest, but to everyone's surprise, the splinter rounds shattered upon hitting the opponent's muscles.

At this moment, fear enveloped Karoen's heart, and he could only keep shooting.

"No, impossible! What kind of monster is this!"

As the angry dwarf rushed towards him, Karoen, although a little flustered, still moved with deadly elegance, the serrated blade carving marks on the opponent's body—

When the hot battle axe slashed over, he gracefully dodged the opponent's counterattack and once again slashed at the opponent's head.