vrcanaries Chapter 581 Adding fuel to the fire, turning against an old friend
Chapter 581 Adding fuel to the fire, turning against an old friend
"There are only 17 slaves in total, two Acatlan MK4 laser guns, plus 6 energy magazines. You've made a good profit."
"That depends on whether it's a man or a woman. Where are you going to find 10 women?"
"Boss, are you taking the heart and liver? They were just taken out recently, and there are no obvious mutations."
"Give him a bowl and a half of nutritious porridge."
The bustling crowd haggling with vendors showcases the tenacity of human vitality.
"Pfft...pfft...pfft..."
At the food station, large chunks of nutritious paste covered the plates, and every mutant soldier who received the food looked disgusted.
But no one dared to say anything; the good stuff had to be saved for the canned chaos, at least it was easier for them to eat than for the slaves.
"Get out of the way, bring me five pieces of honey-glazed meat."
A man with a can of wontons pushed through the crowd, bowed his head, and shouted loudly. The giant axe on his shoulder gleamed, making everyone's necks feel cold.
"My lord, the imperial canned goods used to make honey meat are all gone. All that's left are the palms and soles of the feet."
Fuck you!
Chaos Can punched the cook against the wall, his foul-smelling saliva splattering all over the cook's face from under his tattered mask.
"I'm from the Horrible Claw Gang, bring me some honey meat!"
"M-Sir, it's really gone." The mutant at the food counter trembled.
"The remaining thigh or neck meat has been prepared and delivered to the private room on the third floor. I remember there are also 6 boxes of well-packaged Ant Cow canned food, plus a Void Bay worm."
"How many war gangs?"
"The terrorist attack gang."
"You bastard, get your weapons ready and let's get this over with!"
The six Astartes of the Haunted Claws were full of fighting spirit, and the mutants eating around them responded enthusiastically.
Vendors have mixed feelings. They are happy because they can take advantage of the chaos to buy equipment, but they are sad because they worry that someone might take advantage of their misfortune to rob them.
Vendors spend money and goods to seek the protection of the Astartes, whether they are fighting alone or in groups of two or three.
The others either immediately formed groups, fought their own battles, and fled quickly, or prepared to adapt to the increasingly chaotic fighting.
"on!"
"Bang!!!"
The action came to an abrupt halt as the door slammed against the wall, splattered with blood and flesh, yet still managing to lick it a couple of times amidst the terror.
"What's your background?"
"My God, to my perception, this guy is practically nonexistent."
"High-level psionicist!"
"Damn it, he's a demon."
"It seems this guy isn't in the church register."
Everyone watched in silence as Lin Heng stepped forward, and those around him quickly retreated, wondering what this uninvited guest wanted.
"Hungry."
Lin Heng's saliva was uncontrollable, dripping onto the table and corroding it, leaving it pitted and uneven.
The cabinet behind the dining table was also quite bold, and they quickly introduced it:
"There's hot-roasted chicken feet, stewed pig's trotters soup, and a nutritious porridge—two hundred ingredients carefully simmered together, enough to fill you up..."
"What kind of meat?"
"Of course they're imperial scum. Want some good meat? Come with us and kill your way up. We'll feed you until you're stuffed."
Chaos Can approached, seemingly believing that the humanoid demon would be easier to communicate with.
"where?"
"Third floor, the 'The False Emperor Will Die' private room."
Lin Heng looked at the Chaos Canned Food, which was a head shorter than him, and the black and gray in his eyes made the other's figure appear lonely.
"Oh..."
Five minutes later, fourteen cans of wontons filed out and quickly disappeared into the city in different directions.
After enjoying a delicious meal, Lin Heng went outside to silently process the jumbled memories from the "canned chaos."
"Main city, the Word Bearers, Cole Fallon, the ships are under his control. The Black Mechanicus, Faraday, should have portal equipment. Demons... to hell with demons."
The vision of the fifteen puppets was transmitted simultaneously, and the environment of the city began to become more detailed.
"Add fuel to the fire, repairing priests is a breakthrough point."
These chaotic messes with no support, after a battle their power armor breaks down and they don't even know where to get it repaired.
A mechanical priest who accepts barter and never refuses anyone is a good thing for everyone.
"Go tell everyone to run!"
Before the blood flowed at his feet, the tall, thin figure slipped into the shadows, leaving the terrified mutants staggering out.
...
"Isn't this the Hunter Squad?" the station chief questioned.
"What! Are you looking down on my Bloodhound?"
A fully armed mutant was somewhat annoyed, and a flesh-and-blood hound taller than a horse rushed up at the sound, baring its teeth.
The tentacles curled up again, as if afraid the other party would hold a grudge, so it quickly explained:
"No, no, what I mean is that the psionicist is too cunning and has a strong ability to disguise himself. If there are too few of us, we might easily fall victim to thieves."
"Are you fucking cursing me?!"
Famas could only apologize repeatedly and hurriedly recount what had happened.
The mutant hunter scoffed and shoved the stationmaster aside, saying, "Useless piece of trash, get out of my way and let my Doug come."
"Good girl, find that damned bastard and reward him with your little darling."
The Blood God's demon hound shook the membranes on its neck and twitched its nose as it breathed in the stale air.
It first growled twice at the rooftop high above, then approached FAMAS and kept sniffing.
Just when Famas thought the hound was about to bite him to death, it suddenly turned its head and stared intently at another person with its big eyes.
Why are you looking at me?
Big Head felt a chill run down his spine, his scalp wrinkling up like an egg in winter. Alarm bells rang in his mind, as if someone in the shadows was giving him a warning of danger.
"What does this mean?" Famas asked, puzzled.
"What do you mean! FAMAS, are you sure this ass-headed guy is really that idiot under your command?"
You said that the guy who infiltrated was very good at disguising himself, right...?
The mutant hunter drew his sidearm and pressed it against Big Head's twitching head.
"Holy crap... I... I don't know either."
The hound bared its teeth and circled around Big Head. The anti-spiritual energy field emanating from the brass collar around its neck made Big Head's legs go weak, which could also be due to fear.
"Stationmaster...stationmaster...it's not me!"
"Oh dear, Big Head, when did this happen... Never mind, better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."
The stationmaster turned his back, not wanting to watch his brother die in front of him.
Her colleagues avoided her like the plague, hiding to the side for fear of getting into trouble.
"No...it's really not...ugh...I feel awful...my head hurts..."
Big Head knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands as he kept dry heaving. The undigested nutrient paste mixed with gastric juices emitted a disgusting smell.
"The pain will subside soon..."
The mutant hunter looked disgusted, kicked him to the ground, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
However, just as the expansion was about to be completed and locked down, and as everyone's expressions were about to become extremely distorted...
The dizzying sensation inside Big Head's head had completely split; the left side of his head rotated clockwise, and the right side counterclockwise.
The two opposing forces stirred up his already chaotic thoughts, causing them to collapse and his nearly stagnant spiritual energy to disintegrate.
"I feel terrible!!!"
"I've been waiting for two days, it's my turn next!"
"I have three days, I'll go first!"
"Fuck you, who has a concept of time..."
"Ah ...
Before the changing light and shadow, came the wailing of souls, and the crowd outside the garbage factory all looked up at the sky.
The flowing starry sky seemed to have a pebble thrown in, creating distinct ripples.
"storm?"
"Who knows, she's moaning pretty slutty... Damn it, don't push!"
The crowd was bustling, all crowding in front of the garbage factory to be the first to get a repair spot.
At this moment, the instigator also arrived at this massive waste plant. In his eyes, although the lights of the space station had gone out, it was the first step in illuminating the plan.
"We need to speed things up."
"Clang...clang!"
Two Astartes flesh golems fell from the rooftops, pushing through the crowded streets to make way.
But what you get here isn't just a simple gun repair; you can find everything from heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft guns to infantry fighting vehicles, tanks, and even spacecraft equipment.
Astartes, if you don't send seven or eight of them, these hundreds of people aren't easy to bully.
"Your mother..."
"Clang...clang...clang...clang..."
Four more cans of food arrived, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense, but the factory's management clearly did not want a conflict to break out.
"Factory rules: Fighting is prohibited. Anyone who violates this rule will be killed!"
A large number of fighter servants and automated soldiers emerged from the factory, dividing the crowd and controlling the number of people in each group. Anyone who disobeyed was given an iron fist, and no one dared to show off or resist.
"Astartes, follow orders, retreat immediately, avoid any mistakes..."
"rub!"
With a swift movement, the serrated broadsword cleaved the servant in two from top to bottom.
"The third emergency plan stipulates that anyone who damages property belonging to the waste processing plant will be subject to corresponding penalties."
Electrolyte was spilled all over the ground, and sparks flew for a long time. After everyone was surprised, they immediately formed a line.
"Help the master kill these canned goods!"
At someone's shout, a large number of heavy weapons sprang up from the factory walls, and the roar began.
Fifteen seconds is more than enough to take down a patrol-level knight, but the range and state of the ammunition explosion seem quite wrong.
"Ceasefire! Ceasefire! Ceasefire!"
As the plasma cloud dissipated, the thick psionic barrier of the city wall came into view.
"Heavenly... Psychic Demon!"
"Run! Run! Run!"
The mutant abandoned the items awaiting repair and ran away; nothing was more important than his own life at that moment.
He took off running, striding away, and then Lin Heng waved his hands, sending a gust of foul-smelling wind through.
Their legs went weak, they felt dizzy, and blood flowed from their seven orifices... In the blink of an eye, hundreds of strong mutants turned into blood.
The stench rose again, and blood splattered onto the weapons and their servants, causing them to oxidize, rust, and dissolve.
The explosions were detonated one after another, all the weapons were destroyed, and even the walls of the factory were corroded and pitted.
"My esteemed demon lord, please forgive my inability to control the automatic defense system."
I am the repair priest at this repair shop. May I ask what brings you here?
Clear electronic notes emanated from the factory. Lin Heng controlled the puppet to guard the door while he went straight inside.
Tanks are suspended on massive lathes and, as the assembly line operates, they are scanned, disassembled, patched, replaced, and painted.
It appears that, apart from some moving machines, the factory only has one large maintenance assembly line.
"What about people?"
"Here, adults."
Lin Heng looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the speaker on a certain device was flashing red and green indicator lights.
"One red and one green... 1010."
"...Sir, you understand very well. Please forgive the backwardness of my system, which cannot display information in a three-dimensional way."
Therefore, please forgive my inquiry, but may I ask what the purpose of your visit is, sir?
"I've come uninvited, but I want to ask you about the core information of the Black Mechanicus."
Lin Heng drew his black sword, the threat of which was self-evident.
“Danger level 88%, obstruction rate 1.11%, Hughes understands, I can provide the core information I know.”
"it is good..."
In an instant, Lin Heng drew his white blade, Bo Dang, his subconscious reaction surpassing the memory fragments representing friendship.
The name is so ancient, it seems to be close to the beginning of the story.
That partner who shared life and death with him, that friend he had rescued from the barbarian cult, that Shoggoth whom the Emperor had promised to meet again.
"Shoggoth, the Shoggoth of El."
"Om Messiah... Keywords found. Enable memory anchor point backup. Please provide other keywords."
Lin Heng's emotions began to warm up, and for a moment, the feeling of loss seemed to want to rise again.
A name, the name of a beautiful figure, the name of a human being.
"Greev...Caroline..."
"Comparison success...extraction rate 33%...66%...99%...Oh my god, Messiah!"
Hughes was shocked, Hughes was delighted, and Hughes was equally puzzled.
You must have suffered a lot to get to this point. Old friend, I didn't expect to run into you here. You've changed more than 100%!
It's not just 100%; in this situation, the extent of a long-awaited reunion cannot be represented by simple data.
Unfortunately, too many emotions have been lost in the passage of time, and the reunion after a long separation may only bring doubts.
"Elstar...before we start reminiscing, please tell me why you survived."
Lin Heng spoke calmly, but his aura had already reached its peak. The constantly restrained aura was like a high-voltage magnetic field, causing the surrounding objects to tremble.
Old Huang had once told him that Shoggoth's fate was still intertwined with his own, and that they would meet again sooner or later.
But he never said what form it would take or which camp it would be in.
"Star El..."
Without even recalling the tragic situation, Lin Heng was already convinced that there must be more to the story.
The final scene and the surging waves stand in stark contrast, with black and white rendering the factory in only these two colors.
"Friend, time is running out."