Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

PDF smiled wryly and shook his head, then held out his hand for the Servo Skull to draw blood for a test, and a green light lit up in the Servo Skull's eye sockets.

The captain closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a fierce look flashed in his eyes:

"Then kill them! This is the order of the Rogue Trader. Leave no one alive!"

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Xiachao, the front-line command center.

A steady stream of reports and documents are sent here for commanders to analyze and adjust strategic measures in a timely manner.

“The number is a bit high!”

Noah frowned as he flipped through the information on the data pad.

Everyone knows that if the value is too high, it needs to be reduced, but the question is how to reduce it?

The upper nest and the middle nest had been cleaned up in the previous month. Among the billions of people, there were less than a hundred thieves. They were all hunters who had gone to the bottom nest to hunt and PDFs who had gone to the lower nest to perform tasks. The probability of workers being infected was actually lower because their range of activities was also small.

Since this ratio was very low, Noah thought that the next nest would also be in good condition.

After all, the Colonus Expansion is far away from the Empire's borders, and even if Genestealers continue to spread the infection, it will take a long time to reach here.

The slower the spread, the lower the infection rate will naturally be.

But in the lower nest, this ratio soars!

So far, among the population that has completed the review, the proportion of cunning people is as high as 0.1%, and tens of thousands of hard-working workers have been eliminated!

Compared to those planets that were almost completely occupied by the chicken thieves, 0.1% is indeed not a high proportion. But this is just the beginning of the census and there is already a proportion of 0.1%. If Noah continues to check, he dare not imagine how much it will be!

There are at least nine billion people in the Lower Nest, and even if only 0.1% are infected, that's nine million.

In addition, we must also consider the hybrid characteristics of the chicken thieves. The first and second generation of the hybrid chicken thieves have a very high degree of mutation. They can be recognized as mutants at a glance and cannot mix in the lower nest at all. They can only survive in the bottom nest.

The third and fourth generation chicken thieves look not much different from ordinary people, except for their unusual skin and plate-like protrusions on their foreheads, which easily attract attention. Therefore, the chicken thieves lurking in the lower nest are also the third and fourth generation chicken thieves.

The fifth generation of chicken thieves will revert to their ancestral form and become pure-blooded chicken thieves, and the pure-blooded chicken thieves can start a new round of infection.

Assuming that it takes an average of 15 years for each generation to reproduce, the cycle of each infection spread is 75 years.

There are 9 million infected people found, and there are also 9 million first and second generation mutant chicken thieves that have not been detected. The number of pure-blooded chicken thieves is at least 4.5 million.

This is still a conservative estimate!

If we continue to dig deeper, the proportion will probably be even higher.

You have to know that even if you add up all the PDFs in the entire hive city, there are only five million people!

Once the gangsters riot, it would be difficult to suppress them with just these five million PDFs.

Considering the risk of a chicken thief riot, Noah decided to block the entire nest first and then clean up the streets one by one. But as expected, once a chicken thief infected person appeared on a street, the residents of the entire street would not be spared and must be completely purified.

But such a long-term blockade is not a solution. The shutdown of the Dagonus Hive's factory production capacity is a small matter, even if the production capacity is zero for several consecutive months. Anyway, there are hundreds of hives on the planet, and the production capacity of other hives can make up for the deficit of Dagonus Hive.

But the chickens are not fools, they will definitely try to find out why PDF blocked their nests. Once they find that the mixed-blood chickens are being eliminated on a large scale, the chickens will understand that this is aimed at them, and resistance and riots will naturally follow!

To resolve this dilemma, we have to take a two-pronged approach.

While cleaning out the mixed-blood chickens in the lower nest, you should also clean out the pure-blood chickens in the bottom nest.

Noah put down the data pad and looked at the Space Marine next to him:

"Sarpedon, it's your turn."

Sarpedon nodded silently, holding the regiment's holy relic, the Spear of Soul, in his hand, and turned to walk out of the command center.

According to the previously agreed plan, his soldiers were waiting at the elevator entrance.

Noah looked up at Nono:

"Nono, how many Zaku S-05s do we have now?"

"Fifty-seven."

"Then send 50 to assist the Soul Drinkers, and leave the rest in the Lower Nest in case of emergency."

After all, the Soul Drinker was invited by Noah to help, so he couldn't really treat the Soul Drinker as cannon fodder, he still had to take care of him.

"Do you want me to help?" Cassia asked softly.

In fact, Cassia's ability is very useful in the Bottom Nest, because she doesn't have to worry about anything and can kill a large area with just a glare.

"Need not."

Noah refused decisively, saying it was not the right time yet.

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"Angel of the Emperor!"

Erwin clasped his hands in front of his chest and gave the Sky Eagle Salute, looking at the giants coming down from the elevator with an extremely excited expression.

This is the real Emperor Angel!

What an honor it is to meet the Emperor's Angel, can other PDFs do this?

The moment he saw the Soul Drinker, all his resentment about being assigned to the Underhive to carry out missions disappeared. Instead, he felt honored to be able to fight alongside the Space Marines!

Although he thought he was fighting side by side, it was actually not the case at all.

Sarpedon watched his warriors drive a large number of vehicles of the regiment to the bottom nest, including a large amount of logistical supplies. According to estimates, there are at least millions of pure-blooded chicken thieves in the bottom nest. On average, each of them must kill at least 10,000 chickens, so logistical supplies are indispensable.

PDF's armored forces will guard the elevators and logistical supplies for them, the Space Marines just need to charge!

Suddenly, Sarpedon heard the roar of an engine.

It was not the roar of a tank engine but some lower-pitched hum, and it came from the air.

Sarpedon looked up at the sky and saw dozens of humanoid mechas swooping down from the sky.

They are all equipped with anti-gravity engines, and their ability to fly short distances is enough to make even the Space Marines envious.

Sarpedon had seen them before, in the guards of the Rogue Traders.

Mortals occasionally discuss their identities, mistakenly referring to them as 'knights'.

But Sarpedon had seen real knights, who were taller and much more powerful than these strange mechas called "Zaku" by the roving traders, and their styles were also completely different. If we judged from the technological content alone, at least the anti-gravity engines of these Zaku were something that most knights could not equip.

As for firepower, Sarpedon could not comment since he had never seen the Zaku fire.

But he was actually very curious, where did these Zaku come from? Could it be the lost STC that the Ronin Trader dug out from somewhere?

A Zaku landed in front of Sarpedon, causing the ground to tremble slightly, and its sound array device made a sound:

"Sir Sarpedon, we will assist you in your actions according to the Rogue Trader's orders!"

"Thank you."

Sarpedon said in a deep voice.

Since the Rogue Merchants care so much about them, they will definitely not let the Rogue Merchants down!

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"Open fire! They are not human, they are aliens in disguise! Kill all these alien bastards!"

The commander yelled at his PDFs to pull the trigger, and he himself kept pulling the trigger to shoot those who tried to escape from the house.

Even though they look like humans, look like humans, scream like humans, and their corpses look like humans, they are not humans!

Any PDF must be prepared for this.

The laser gun fired countless beams in the air, piercing through the bodies of those 'people' who were screaming and begging for mercy.

Although PDF's flashlights are often not very effective when facing monsters in the universe, they are still very efficient when killing people.

"Ceasefire!"

The commander shouted at his men, not because he sympathized with the mutants, but because those who rushed out of the street had all been killed.

The commander ordered:

"Check the bodies to see if there are any alive. If there are, shoot them again."

A small team of PDFs stepped forward and checked the bodies on the ground one by one.

The laser beams shot holes all over their bodies, and their blood, which was no different from that of humans, dyed the streets red. And they also used laser guns to pick up the bodies on the ground to see if there were any who were still breathing.

A PDF used a laser gun to turn a corpse over, looked at the plate-like protrusion on its head, and whispered to himself:

“They’re not really human.”

At least normal people definitely don't have this kind of thing on their heads. These 'people' are just mutants at best.

But since they are mutants, there is no need to be lenient when killing them!

"help me……"

A female body was turned over, and the little girl who was protected under her stretched out her tender little hands to the soldiers pleadingly.

But when he saw the plate-like bulge on the girl's head, PDF felt soft-hearted for a moment, but still pulled the trigger decisively.

The laser shot through the little girl's head, and his teammate patted his shoulder encouragingly and continued to check forward.

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"grown ups."

Clementia walked into the command center and saluted respectfully.

"What's the matter? Tell me." Noah didn't even raise his head.

Clementia whispered:

"The Corpse Guild sent someone to ask me if I wanted to hand over the bodies of those dead people to them for disposal?"

"Ok?"

Noah raised his head and looked at Clementia calmly.

In the hive world, the dead cannot be buried because there is no extra land to bury them.

Even nobles could only be transported to a special cemetery world for burial after death.

As for the billions of ordinary people in the hive, the only destination for their bodies is to be sent to the Corpse Guild to be made into corpse starch.

There are two types of corpse starch: one is a by-product of promethium production, and the other is real corpse starch.

In ancient Terra, this behavior was considered inhumane.

But in the Warhammer universe, this is just a small interlude in the Dark Universe.

Because there are so many corpses that it is impossible to deal with them, corpse starch can be made into a recycled material.

Noah said calmly:

"You're asking me this kind of question? If you refuse them, all the alien flesh and blood must be burned!"

Clementia replied respectfully:

"Yes, my lord."

"By the way, who asked this question? You take a team of PDFs to raid his house and turn him into corpse starch."

"...Yes, my lord."

Chapter 96 No matter who is attacking the Hive City, my sect will definitely lend a hand!

"Sir, a large-scale rebellion has occurred in Sector K-253! At least hundreds of thousands of Genestealers suddenly poured out from the sewers. The first blockade of the 102nd Regiment has been breached, and they are calling us for support!"

"Order the nearby PDF and Chuji Storm Troops to rush over for support immediately. Nono, you personally command the remaining Zaku to rush over and help the 102nd Regiment stabilize the defense line and prevent the rebellion from expanding!"

In the headquarters, Noah was busy issuing various instructions and coordinating the allocation of troops in various fronts of the hive. This was a very large workload, and even with a large number of PDF commanders helping to coordinate, it still kept Noah very busy.

But as a Rogue Trader, he must shoulder his responsibilities.

Jeanne, who was pressed into a chair and asked to observe and learn, asked with some concern:

"Master Noah, is the situation very bad?"

Noah handed the data pad to Clementia, looked up and smiled:

"On the contrary, it's not bad."

"A rebellion has already happened, and you still call it a good thing?" Jeanna's eyes were confused and she found it hard to understand.