Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 2 01.0002: ‘The only iron law in this world’

Bang!

After a deafening gunshot, there was the muffled sound of a human body hitting the wall of the carriage.

Horatio’s heartstrings were tense, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

“What are you doing… ahhhh!!!” Before the grumpy old man could shout, he was stabbed with sharp knives by two people rushing towards him.

Horatio felt a warm and lubricating liquid splashed on his cheek.

——Blood.

Horatio glanced with his blue eyes, and the helmet mask of the escort on the right was shot with a bloody hole by a heavy bullet, and his death was tragic.

The grumpy old man on the left who was just venting his anger to him had his chest stabbed into a bloody mess.

“Cough uh…” He fell on Horatio, staring at him with his eyes full of shock and panic, and his throat could only squeeze out a snoring sound blocked by blood bubbles.

After the shocking stare, Horatio couldn't help but shudder. The heavy body made him feel particularly uncomfortable. He instinctively elbowed the irritable old man and fell sideways on the row seat.

After a while, the dark red blood flowed to the ground and soaked the soles of his shoes red.

"You are traitors! Let me go! Get out!" The hunting lady was surrounded by several people and shouted.

Horatio just wanted to get up and do something, and a knife was pressed against his pale neck.

"Be honest, or I'll kill you."

A scarred man wearing a nest bailiff uniform pressed Horatio on the seat with his knees. He could feel the blade against his neck exerting a little force.

The blade scratched Horatio's neck. The scarred man smiled maliciously, enjoying the pleasure of intimidation.

Horatio pursed his lips and clenched his teeth.

The situation was not good, but a rash conflict without the handcuffs was bound to pay a painful price.

After weighing the pros and cons, Horatio decided to endure it first, so he lowered his head without saying a word, pretending to be submissive.

The scarred man was complacent and spat on Horatio's face, not noticing that his eyes were extremely cold.

Puff! A muffled sound interrupted the scarred man's "enjoyment".

Although the female hunter was a woman, she was not inferior to men with early warning and superb fighting skills, making the cultists unable to subdue her for a long time.

She threw the man who grabbed her arm to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, and twisted the man's arm with a backhand.

The shrill screams echoed in the carriage. Seeing that she was a good fighter, everyone rushed towards the female hunter and decided to crush her with a sea of ​​people.

The injured person lay in a pool of blood, holding his broken arm and rolling on the ground, and unknowingly rolled to Horatio's feet.

He looked at the cultist who pretended to be a hive bailiff with a cold look, his face full of murderous intent.

Not only did he have a lot of hatred for what the scarred man had just done, but through the memory of the original owner, he remembered every debt these guys owed him.

Rape, looting, killing, and harming children, he was accidentally arrested in order to stop them from performing evil sacrifices.

The "labor gang" regarded as hope by the port workers collapsed after losing their leader, and no one spoke for them anymore.

The poor people were once again reduced to tools to be exploited and ruthlessly squeezed, without any protection, working in two shifts in the port cargo area all day long.

What made him grit his teeth the most was that he struggled to climb from the lower nest to the middle nest.

Life was finally getting a little bit better, but in the blink of an eye, all the bits and pieces, the efforts that were vivid in mind were not only destroyed, but now even the most basic life was difficult to save.

And the clues to his life that he had been working hard on for five years in the port area, and which were about to be found out, were also cut off the moment he was imprisoned.

It was all these guys' fault...!

Horatio's teeth creaked, and his unstoppable anger made every breath become extremely hot.

While everyone's attention was on subduing the female hunter, he stomped on the helmet of the cultist.

Crack! Snap! ——

The broken surface of the fiberglass mask was like a sharp blade that could peel skin like paper, and it pierced straight into the man's face under his strong stomping.

Before the injured person could scream, Horatio stomped on his throat immediately.

Gada! ——

Like stepping on an egg, the neck under his feet instantly turned into dislocated and broken bones and skin, and the entire neck bone was exaggeratedly stomped into a curved bow shape by the strong brute force.

The speed was so fast that the guy died silently on the spot, without even a sound.

Horatio, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, he realized that he had killed a scum.

He blinked his dry eyes, his mouth swelled slightly, and his dry throat swallowed involuntarily. The look in his eyes when he looked at the corpse changed from cold to incredible. His right eyelid kept twitching, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

[Is this my instinct?] Horatio was in awe of the killing instinct that this body had trained for a long time in the lower nest.

He bit his lips tightly and quickly adjusted his thoughts.

A smell of rust filled his bitter and boring mouth, awakening some of his dormant taste buds and helping him calm down quickly.

[These guys are evil cultists who are harmful to the world and do all kinds of evil. ]

[The knife is on my neck, what is there to hesitate about? ]

[The only ones who fell to the ground and became cold are them, not me! ]

In his mind, Horatio used the psychological suggestion counseling method he learned in his previous life to constantly do ideological work for himself.

This is a world that is extremely dark.

Killing and being killed is the only iron law in this world.

No kindness, no mercy, only adaptation.

After a while, Horatio's eyes opened again, with a little more determination in them.

Buzz——

The ethereal voice sounded again. Horatio was startled, straightened up slightly, and calmly glanced around with his eyes, and found that only he could hear it.

Horatio closed his eyes and found a few small sparks floating into the 'experience bar'.

Only at this moment did he realize that the so-called 'experience' was actually the fire of the soul!

Before the time travel, it happened to be the Chinese New Year. When I had nothing to do, I used a small pink software to overview a lot of plots and the settings of the Translation Court. I also bought a few sets of Blood Angels and Battle Sisters chess pieces, which can be regarded as a relatively good understanding of the Warhammer world. Perfect cognition.

He remembered that although people in this world were physically in the physical universe, their souls had a flame-like projection in the subspace.

This is the ‘fire of the soul’.

These flames vary in size, and some individuals who are able to connect to the Warp with psychic powers are called psykers.

This is both a blessing and a curse.

Advanced psykers can wield powerful and terrifying powers, but the Warp is full of dangers.

Once these talents are used, there is a chance that they will be controlled by the sinister things in the subspace and become a portal connecting the subspace and the real world.

However, Horatio is not worried about this problem.

The original owner was tested not to be a psyker when he left his nest and entered the orphanage, so he was not worried about being captured by the black ship, nor was he worried about being thrown into the Star Torch and used as firewood.

'+Soul Fire: 10/10+'

The soul fire tank slowly filled up, emitting a golden light that converged on the talent tree.

‘+Activatable functions+’

'+Soul Fire: 0/20+'

In an instant, a few flashing haloes of light suddenly appeared at the bottom of the mostly dim talent tree, as if attracting Horatio to choose.

Horatio Ying frowned slightly, raised and lowered his eyebrows, and quickly scanned the skills that could be activated.

‘+ Machine Soul Favor: Consume one bar of energy, and any medium or low-level machine soul carrier that you handle will be delighted by the machine soul. Passive: Gain extraordinary knowledge acquisition efficiency. +’

‘+ Psionic Synchrony: By consuming one bar of energy, you can manipulate and utilize all medium and low-level psychic powers within a 25-meter radius around you for a period of time, and at the same time increase (the psyker) or reduce (the soulless person) two bars of corruption. Passive: 'Hand of Darkness' slowly recharges itself in a psychic environment, 4 hours/block. +’

‘+Power Iron Fist: Consumes one bar of energy to overload the prosthetic power system for a period of time. Passive: Activate the prosthetic power system to increase strength. +’

[Everyone wants...]

Horatio had not made up his mind, but was interrupted by a cry of pain.

"Ugh, you cultists, I am a noble! The daughter of the legendary navy lord captain of the empire! I will handcuff you to the horns! Let you be smashed into pieces by meteorites in the void!"

Huntress was being hugged tightly from behind, and the custom-made rifle in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

While struggling, facing the oncoming enemy, she put her foot on the ground, jumped up, and kicked the strong man with a scarred face in the crotch, but she was immediately hugged and thrown to the ground.

"Ouch!" The scarred man covered his crotch and jumped back a few steps, but soon the pain turned into anger.

His eyes were red, and regardless of the pain, he jumped on the girl.

Snap!

"Ah!" A heavy, crisp slap accompanied by the girl's shrill scream stung Horatio's eardrums.

The equipment on the Huntress's head was blown off, her long pale golden hair gushed out like a waterfall, and the refreshing tuberose suddenly overflowed, causing confusion.

She looked very young, probably only sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate and pretty facial features, slender eyebrows, and a distressing red mark on her round, white cheeks.

A pair of watery blue almond eyes were full of disbelief, and crystal tears were rolling in the corners of the eyes, but they refused to fall.

"You little bitch, what about the nobles? What about the daughter of the school leader! Hahaha, let's see if I don't kill you today!" The scarred man's eyes widened in anger and he roared boldly.

The knife in her hand pried open the clasp of Huntress' armor, and tore open the breastplate. The waves undulated as she lost the restraints of the tight-fitting suit.

Beep beep beep - the communicator beeped.

"How's it going?"

A deep, greasy voice came from the communicator, and Horatio pricked up his ears to catch the message from the noise and screams.

"Everything goes well, chief priest, we have controlled two sacrifices." A pretender replied.

"Very well, bring him as soon as possible. It is an important ritual material. Don't get hurt! As for the woman, she needs to be alive, but she must not be a virgin!"

"Hehehe. I obey your order, Your Excellency!"

The pretender smiled evilly and glared at Horatio with a sly look. When he saw that he was still sitting in his position, his eyes were filled with vulgarity and he stared directly at the Huntress who had leaked her love, completely ignoring that he was lying in the blood. of church brothers.

Beep - communication interrupted.

"Did you hear what the chief priest said? Line up and come in one by one!"

All the onlookers swallowed their saliva. To them, the aristocratic girl was a white swan that they could not touch in their lifetime, let alone such a peerless beauty, so they all joined in the atrocities.

"..."

Horatio watched the despicable actions of the thugs grimly.

Now that their guard is down, it is the best moment for them to fight back that they have been waiting for.

[This account should be settled...]

The anger shared by the ego and the body's instincts is turning into an irrepressible fire, rushing up like spewing lava.

'+Activating Power Fist...1%+'

The flowing light beam starts from the palm of the prosthetic limb and slowly spreads to the entire prosthetic limb.

The scarred-faced man riding on Huntress grunted and laughed like a boar, tugging and tearing.

"Get away! Help! Ah!" Huntress screamed and resisted desperately.

But she was no match for so many strong men. They quickly subdued her with brute force, grabbed her hands and feet, handcuffed her hands behind her back in an extremely shameful posture, and forced her to the ground.

Her armor was torn to pieces, and her collar was torn open, revealing a large area of ​​skin as white as suet.

'+Activating Power Fist...55%+'

The alloy cuffs on Horatio's prosthetic leg creaked and cracked.

"I'll go first!" The scar-faced strong man pushed the others away impatiently.

The final cry for help received no response.

The Huntress was heartbroken and tears could not stop falling from the corners of her eyes.

Mom, I'm sorry, I can't avenge you...

Dad, I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations...

But I will never be tainted by these scum...

May the Emperor redeem my soul...

She put her tongue between her teeth.

"I will always be loyal to the Prince of Darkness, the King of Indulgence, the Lord of Pleasure! Ugh!" The scar-faced strong man yelled like a monkey in heat, intending to commit violence.

Although this little girl is overbearing and mean, she still does her duty as a law enforcer.

[Can't wait any longer, I have to help her. ]

Seeing that the handcuffs were about to come off, Horatio decided to advance his plan slightly, otherwise the Huntress would be in trouble.

"Bah! It's so shameless. So many people bully a girl. Even the Prince of Darkness must be ashamed of you."

Before the scar-faced brawny man could make any further move, he was interrupted by a scolding voice, which was like a bucket of cold water being poured on him, dampening his interest.

Everyone looked at the source of the sound.

"What the hell are you pushing for? You bitch!" The scar-faced man roughly threw the Huntress's long legs to the side, clenched his fists and rushed towards Horatio.

"I said..."

Horatio sneered and stood up from his seat.

He stretched his somewhat stiff neck and mocked calmly:

"Your fake mistress, who looks neither human nor ghost, is ashamed of you."

The scarred-faced man, who was much taller than Horatio, smashed the knee armor that had been torn off the Huntress' leg onto the ground. Veins popped out on his forehead, face, and arms.

"I'm going to smash your pretty face's mouth today!"

The strong man cursed, raised his fist, and hit Horatio straight in the face with a sprint.

'+Activating Power Fist...99%+'

The alloy handcuffs on the prosthesis disintegrated and fell to the ground...

Warm congratulations on the 75th anniversary of the founding of the Gutera People's Navy!