Four months ago, Leather Sector.
A dilapidated small spaceship with an ordinary appearance was sailing from the planet Cheslatan to the hive world of Schwerin.
The small cabin of the spacecraft was packed with ragged people.
This is a slave ship.
To be precise, it was an illegal slave ship.
Every hive world is a meat grinder of flesh and soul. The blood merchants of the slave guild will always have an endless demand for slaves. When the local slaves are not enough, the blood merchants will turn their attention to It is always easy to obtain slaves from underdeveloped indigenous worlds that the Empire has recently conquered, but this behavior is not allowed by the Empire.
Slaves wearing dirty linen clothes crowded against the cold steel walls, and the entire dark cabin only echoed with the weak moans of the slaves.
Slaves often wear linen hoods, their heads lowered, and their faces cannot be seen clearly.
Suddenly, several slaves sitting among them were shocked.
They all raised their heads and looked at each other.
The "trembling" of several companions did not attract the attention of other slaves. They had long been listless from hunger and pain.
One of them, a thin, black-haired man with a horse-like face, looked around cautiously and then spoke in a low voice:
"Warhammer 40K world, does anyone know about this world?"
He spoke a language that the slaves had not heard before, which caused several slaves in the distance to look this way.
Several slaves who had just looked at each other shook their heads, expressing their ignorance.
"I don't know, team leader."
"Forty thousand years, sounds like a game."
"never heard of that."
Hearing the answers from his subordinates, the horse-faced man was a little unhappy and asked one of them:
"Hey, Asano-kun, don't you claim to have played all Sony, Nintendo and Konami games? Even you don't know?"
The slave named "Asano-kun" raised his head, revealing a young East Asian face, and said with a grimace:
"There are other game companies here, team leader."
Then, he raised his head and looked around, and said in an uncertain tone:
"I see the style of painting around...well, it feels a bit dark and gothic, a bit like "Devil May Cry". Maybe it's a Capcom game. I haven't played many Capcom games."
Under the stern gaze of the team leader, Mr. Asano searched his brains and thought of an answer that he thought was the closest.
The horse-faced man "hummed" and looked away in disappointment. What's the use of the painting style? What he wanted was the specific plot details.
"Team leader, look!" At this moment, a small voice containing excitement caught the horse-faced man's attention.
I saw a young man wearing a hood, rubbing his hands excitedly. There were shackles and chains hanging on his wrists, but a light blue light gradually lit up on his fingertips.
"Chakra..." Looking at this familiar light, the horse-faced man murmured to himself.
Yes, the definition of chakra is the energy absorbed from the body one by one in the 130 trillion cells of the human body, plus the energy formed by the combination of my spiritual energy. This is the energy contained in ourselves and is not affected by any external environment... ...The horse-faced man thought to himself.
Thinking of this, the horse-faced man ignored the strange looks from the slaves around him, tore off his tattered clothes, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, and began to mobilize the chakra energy in his body.
After a while, he suddenly opened his small triangular eyes, turned over and moved his body, trying to pull his two shackled hands in front of him.
The wrists were cuffed, but this did not affect the flexibility of the middle-aged horse-faced man's fingers. He quickly formed seals with his hands in front of his chest and muttered silently: "Zi, Wu, Shen, Wu, Mao, Zi..."
Following his dazzling finger movements, under the curious gazes of the surrounding slaves, the horse-faced man raised his right hand.
"Here!" A small white lightning flashed in his palm.
"Ah..." The slaves watching from a distance were startled and exclaimed.
More and more white lightning was gathering, and the dazzling white light illuminated a corner of the dim cabin. The white lightning in the center was so dazzling that people couldn't bear to look directly at it.
However, several people around the horse-faced man seemed to have expected this and did not scream like the slaves around him.
A weakened version of Chidori... The horse-faced man observed the crackling white lightning ball in his hand, feeling the chakra in his body change from stagnant to gradually smooth.
Then, he gently pressed the flickering Chidori in his right palm against the iron cuffs on his left hand.
"Bah." The iron cuffs snapped and fell to the ground.
Humph... Feeling the adoring gazes of the boys and slaves around him, the horse-faced man looked cold and calm on the surface, but he was secretly happy in his heart.
Originally, he could use a simpler D-level ninjutsu - the transformation jutsu - to break free from the shackles.
But the horse-faced man felt that turning into a red toad in front of his subordinates would undermine his dignity as a team leader.
I still chose the A-level ninjutsu, which is more powerful and can easily alarm others, and the signature skill of Erzhu in the early stage - Chidori.
Sure enough, the guard of the slave ship was alerted by the commotion in the cabin. The sound of footsteps, the dragging of chains and the sound of cursing could be heard from behind the wall.
Listening to the sound coming from behind, the horse-faced man smiled softly. After successfully activating the Ninja Technique, he was no longer as cautious as he was at first. He did not get up in a hurry, but looked at a young man with yellow hair and asked:
"Nagase, how many pills do you have left?"
The yellow-haired young man grinned, revealed a small bag at his waist, opened the bag cover, and said:
"Three more."
Three translucent yellow capsules lay quietly in the small bag. There seemed to be a solidified flame flowing slowly in the capsules.
"Very good." The horse-faced man nodded with satisfaction and said, "You keep it for now and don't eat it. Let Cangmu and I take action here."
"Hi!" Huang Mao said with a smile.
In the corridor outside the cabin, a guard with a big belly strode forward.
The dense black implants on the back of the guard's bald head look like his hair. This is a look that is very characteristic of Warhammer 40K.
His left hand is an electrified mallet, his right hand is a whip, and his belt is covered with bunches of handcuffs and keys, which jingle as he walks.
The guard strode to the cabin door with an impatient look on his face, raised his hand and pressed the button on the side of the cabin door a few times. The curse words were already in his throat, and he was about to spout out...
The moment the hatch slid open, I saw a dazzling white light.
…
The reincarnations quickly cleaned up the slave traders on the slave ship.
But now they face an embarrassing fact - they can't fly a spaceship.
The slaves held in the cabin are all natives captured from a backward indigenous world. They cannot pilot a spaceship, and they may not even speak Low Gothic.
"A group of red deer, I said we must keep them alive, keep them alive..." The horse-faced man cursed angrily in the cab.
A young man with black hair next to him explained: "Onii-chan, their weapons are very sharp. If we don't use our full strength, our people may die."
The horse-faced man pointed at the console with dense rows of buttons in the cab and asked:
"Then what do you think we should do now? Are you going to sail the boat?"
"Team leader! Team leader! We found the person!"
The cheers of the boys came from outside the cab.
The horse-faced man quickly walked out of the hatch to check.
I saw the younger brothers escorting a few people with ragged clothes and bruises all over their bodies, but with rebellious faces written all over them.
"Who are they?" the horse-faced man asked in Japanese.
"Pirates, they are space pirates, team leader." A boy said excitedly, "We found them in a prison in the lower cabin. They must be able to fly a spaceship."
It turned out that the slave traders' spaceship still held several captured pirates, but the pirates were all held separately, and the slave traders did not lock them together with the natives.
Knowing that they had caused trouble by killing everyone, they quickly brought the pirates to their team leader after discovering them.
"Very good." The horse-faced man nodded and ordered his subordinates: "Lock them up first, and then interrogate them after the spacecraft is cleaned up. You guys, go find something to eat. I'm hungry."
Then new problems arise.
The men were holding a bunch of compressed packaging bags collected, not knowing what was inside.
A boy remembered that he had been forced to learn Low Gothic when he entered the world of Warhammer 40K, so he picked up a pack of compressed packaging bags, looked for the small words on it, and read word by word:
"No. 27 recycling factory system, corpse... uh, corpse starch??"
Everyone looked at each other, a little embarrassed to speak.
They were all thinking: People in this world are so terrible, they even use corpses as food.
Corpse starch is a product of the organic matter circulation system in the hive world. "Corpse starch" is just a name, and it does not necessarily come from corpses.
But there's also a good chance it might contain corpses.
The reincarnations didn't know this. At this time, facing a pile of compressed packaging bags, they all looked at the horse-faced man.
The horse-faced man rubbed his brow helplessly and said: "Take the Bing Liang Pill first..."
…
"Okay, gentlemen, it's time for us to think about the future direction of the plot." The horse-faced man in the middle of the cab said calmly.
"The camps we have been assigned to are all [Horus camp plot lines]. Since no one knows who this Horus is, we will stick to the old method and ensure our own survival first."
"But I want to remind you that our main ability comes from the Naruto world. This world is fairly compatible with the Naruto world, but it is not 100% compatible. Our ninjutsu power has been suppressed by 10%. We We didn’t win the plot line in the last reincarnation world, and we lost enough assimilation points. If we finish the game this time, it will be hard to tell next time.”
"But now I have roughly judged the strength of this Warhammer 40K world. It is not very good. We just need to be careful about other reincarnations."
The horse-faced man who easily controlled the slave ship felt that the world of Warhammer 40K was nothing more than this. For a completely unfamiliar world of reincarnation, this was slightly optimistic good news. His views were also recognized and responded to by his subordinates. .
"That's it, an SSS-level world, one level higher than even Hokage. It scared me."
"Haha, I thought it was so amazing."
The black-haired horse-faced man scolded: "Quiet!"
Then he said: "But we can't take it lightly. Our Qinping team does not cultivate idlers. No matter what your ability system is, you should hurry up and practice during this time and don't spend time on boring things."
Having said this, the horse-faced man glared at Huang Mao sternly.
Asano-kun is a hunchbacked otaku wearing a hoodie, with a pale face and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He saw Huang-haired Nagase smile, but there was no expression of remorse or shame on his face.
Asano knew why the team leader said that.
Before the slave ship was completely cleared, Huang Mao, together with two other reincarnations, dragged the two indigenous women imprisoned in the slave cabin to an empty cabin.
Qianye could tell with his toes what he did there.
Seeing this scene, Qianye cursed secretly: He can get rid of dirty slaves without washing them before getting fucked. He is really a bastard who just wants to fuck a hole in the ground...
Although Asano knew it, he actually had a little reaction at that time.
But the relationship between him and Nagase is not good. This yellow man often mocks him as a loser and a waste of the Kotohira group.
Asano didn't know what the result would be if he spoke to Nagase with a face full of shame.
Being laughed at by Nagase and then rejected? Asano thought to himself at the time and finally gave up.
So he turned around and told the team leader about the incident.
Nagase was given a verbal warning by the team leader, but that was all. Asano knew that the team leader would not do anything to Nagase, because the Kotohira team relied heavily on Nagase's explosive ability at critical moments, and his ability did not require training. Just those three yellow capsules.
If only I had a capsule... Asano thought to himself, he had never thought of stealing Nagase's capsule, but no one in the group did it because no one knew that the capsule they ate would explode into pieces. Meat still gains superpowers.
Someone has already tried it, and his minced meat was left in the previous reincarnation world.
Reincarnation life is precious and no one wants to gamble on it.
The reincarnations of the Qinping group released the imprisoned pirates. The pirates told them not to go to the Schwerin nest according to the original route. If they went there, they would die without a burial place. The horse-faced man sneered at these remarks, but He decided to follow the pirates' advice——
Their goal is the stars and the sea!
Simply put, become a space pirate.
Because gradually, this group of reincarnations discovered that although they did not know who Horus was, their assimilation points were slowly increasing when they continued to plunder imperial merchant ships and cause chaos in space...
They roughly understood that Horus was probably the enemy of the human empire. As long as he caused destruction within the human empire, they could increase the progress of the plot line of the camp.
Therefore, the reincarnations of the Kotohira group also absorbed several pirates on the slave ship, as well as those who were strong and able to pull the trigger among the slaves into their own team, serving as advisors and cannon fodder respectively, and began their own pirate career. trip.
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