Fu Qinghai led the team through this bloody passage filled with blood plasma and corpses.
A group of people armed with various weapons, like space pirates, launched a suicide attack on themselves.
All this puzzled Fu Qinghai and the team members.
Yes, it's a suicide attack.
In the view of Fu Qinghai and others, charging a mortal with ordinary weapons against the Astartes is not a sign of courage, but is tantamount to suicide.
Fu Qinghai recalled the scene when he encountered the ninjas of the Qinping group on the hijacked space merchant ship. The space pirates on the merchant ship at that time turned around and ran away without firing a shot when they first saw Fu Qinghai.
This is the attitude that mortals who do not pilot armored vehicles should have when facing the Astartes.
What are you fighting for? Just run away.
Fu Qinghai used the tip of the knife to pick up a "little arm" on the floor that was obviously different from a normal human arm. This little arm was longer than a normal arm and had a feather on it.
Fu Qinghai said to the team members: "Have you noticed that many of them are mutants?"
Just like the word alien in most contexts refers specifically to the parasitic creature with a black banana head and a slender exoskeleton, in Warhammer 40K it is used by the Human Empire to refer to all aliens.
In Warhammer 40K, the term mutant does not specifically refer to humans who have awakened the X gene in their bodies like in the Marvel Universe, but generally refers to all humans whose bodies have mutated.
A small number of them can be accepted and tolerated by the imperial society, but most mutants are not accepted by the empire. They are discriminated against and excluded. These people often become bandits, thieves and cultists.
"Well..." Albus Lang knelt down, carefully looked over the body of a pirate, and said:
"According to the index in the "Golden Pure Breed Manual", these people are actually considered mutants, but the degree of mutation of some people has not yet been clearly shown in appearance."
Albus Lang tore off the clothes of a corpse, pointed to the blue scales on the chest and said:
"You see, the skin on his chest has become scaly."
During the Great Crusade, the White Scars often fought on the farthest front lines against the alien race, and had few opportunities to suppress the mutant rebellion internally.
Hearing this, Humar asked curiously: "No, do you still understand mutants?"
Albus Lang nodded and said: "Early in my service, I dealt with an uprising incident of mutant miners in the mining world. They were all... very miserable."
Fu Qinghai is a curious baby, and after hearing this, he immediately asked:
"Golden Thoroughbred Handbook, what is that?"
Albus Lang replied: "It is a guidebook written by the Empire to determine the degree of deviation from human beings. Those with a score of 10-49 are considered subhumans, and those with a score of more than 50 are not considered human."
Fu Qinghai nodded. The human empire in Warhammer 40K is very conservative. They don't care about cultural identity. As long as you look too strange, no matter how you define yourself in your mind, even if you define yourself as a human being, in the eyes of the imperial government Here, you are no longer human.
(Rocket Raccoon and Freecon were crying and fainted in the toilet)
From this perspective, the Astartes are certainly not human.
The Astartes are angels.
The angel of death who is in charge of killing.
Fu Qinghai said: "They only mutated their bodies, but not their brains. All living things have the instinct to survive, and mutation should not be the reason for them to launch suicide attacks."
Even if mutants all hate the Empire and want to cause trouble for the Empire, it would be mindless to confront the Astartes with a bunch of ordinary weapons.
Albus Lang also agreed with Fu Qinghai's view, but he did not have a better explanation.
The space hulk floats in the subspace all year round. There is no protection from the Geller force field here. Even if it is a normal person, it is easy to mutate on the space hulk. It is reasonable for a group of mutants to appear here.
Fu Qinghai led the team to move forward.
Feathers, blue scales... Fu Qinghai recalled these mutations on the corpse.
This mutant tendency felt a bit familiar to him.
I had some bad premonitions in my heart.
…
Deep in the space hulk, in a cabin, there are various items scattered around, including a tattered sofa, a crooked mattress, and dirty cloth spread on the floor.
There were burnt cigarette butts in the ashtray and on the floor, empty white pill boxes were scattered everywhere, and there were dried coffee stains in the cups placed casually on the floor.
In the cabin, several people of different shapes were gathered together, looking nervously at a woman sitting against the cabin wall.
This woman has long, smooth black hair, a yellow and black tights outline her curvy figure, and a cloth belt covers her eyes.
She was sitting on the floor with her back against the bulkhead, trembling all over, her head and shoulders shaking as if uncontrollably, and trembling murmurs of "uh uh uh uh" coming out of her mouth.
The men and women around her gathered around her, all paying attention to her nervously, and no one spoke.
"Ho--" There was a sharp intake of breath, and the woman with her eyes covered with a cloth came back to her senses and stopped thrashing.
"How, how, what did you see?"
A man next to him asked hurriedly.
The woman with her eyes covered with cloth turned to look at the man who asked the question, and said in a trembling voice:
"I saw it, I saw him, the man, the tall man in the bone-white armor, I saw the golden lightning bolt, I saw it, he killed us, killed us all."
The blind girl's voice trembled, filled with great fear.
Everyone present looked at each other.
"Uh...can I understand it this way? She means that in the future...we lose, right?"
a woman asked hesitantly.
"Then, what should we do? If we run now, is it still... too late?"
A middle-aged man wearing a black robe over a suit asked anxiously.
A man with an ordinary appearance didn't say much after hearing the questions from several companions, but slowly moved to the sofa near the cabin door.
"Everyone!"
A cold shout came from the side.
Everyone turned around and saw a sickly woman lying on the mattress. She had a pair of exquisite thin silver-rimmed glasses on her straight nose. Her long hair was messy and scattered around her face, and her cheeks were sickly flushed. .
She was covered with a worn gray blanket, and she was staring coldly at the people gathered in a circle, saying:
"Everyone, the ability to blindsight is only to see a certain possibility of the future, it does not mean that it is an unchangeable future."
This sickly beauty was half-leaning against the wall, her chest heaving and breathing weakly. Her thin hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her side face and forehead. A simple white shirt was exposed on the blanket. The slender neck and delicate collarbone can be vaguely seen between the gaps in the collar.
Her lowered eyelashes had a bit of a cold tone, and there was a cold light in her eyes, as cold as a dagger.
"Use your brains and think about it. If Blindsight saw the real future, wouldn't the Wiesel School for Gifted Youngsters immediately treat her as a treasure, and even Professor X would deign to come and ask for advice?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she continued:
"Prophecy always has limitations. As a guy who can't even confuse telepathy and prophecy fragments, if you could really predict the future, wouldn't you have become an Alpha-level mutant long ago?"
"Am I right, blindsight, or the second generation of blindsight? Ha, does anyone know who your first generation is?"
The blind woman sitting on the ground slowly stood up, her eyes wrapped in cloth "gazed" in the direction of the sick woman, and said:
"You don't need to belittle my abilities, Chen Lu. I have graduated from Weizer Academy. I am an X-Men, and you are the one who was expelled from the ranks by Kama Taj."
She said calmly: "I haven't finished what I just said. I also saw your sister, Chen Xue, in the picture."
"Ah..." Upon hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but exclaimed.
The woman on the hospital bed was also slightly stunned.
A person looked at Chen Xinlu and asked:
"Chen Lu, why does your sister appear here? She is not a space warrior. She is a wizard. Wizards should not appear in the loyalist team. Did you betray us?"
Iceberg Sick Beauty Chen Lu gritted her teeth and snorted coldly:
"Haha, I'm betraying you. Does anyone here have anything worth betraying? Don't forget who saved your life in the Schwerin Hive when you got carried away!"
Having said this, she looked coldly at the middle-aged man in a suit wearing a black robe.
Facing Chen Lu's gaze, the man lowered his head guiltily.
He remembered that when he had just arrived in a hive world in the Warhammer 40K universe, he was bullied by the local hive people. He was so angry that he used magic to teach that person a lesson on the spot. The battle made a lot of noise and attracted people. The attention of the black ship that captured the psyker was Chen Lu who escaped with him.
"Who is it that led you to meet Baron Zedu, hooked up with the powerful people in the hive city, avoided the pursuit of the Sisters of Silence and the Imperial Guard, and hid on the space hulk, huh?"
Chen Xinlu said and looked at several other people.
Several people caught by Chen Xinlu's gaze lowered their heads in embarrassment.
Although they belong to the same camp, they do share Chen Lu's feelings. It is really inappropriate to turn around and question her when facing danger at this moment.
At this time, a spell suddenly sounded out of thin air in the cabin:
"Apparate!"
A twisted figure in mid-air quickly rolled and flashed, turning into a man wearing a brown and black wizard robe.
The man raised his hand and lifted the black hood on his head. He was wearing a simple and neat combat wizard robe, a long windbreaker, and leather gloves. One hand held a short black wand, and the other hand...
He was holding a blue helmet.
Under the blue helmet, blood was still dripping.
He walked towards the crowd casually and casually threw the head wearing a blue helmet on the floor.
"boom!"
This head, which was obviously larger than an ordinary person, hit the floor, making everyone present feel shocked.
This man with a handsome face and curly brown hair first looked at the middle-aged man in black robes with disdain, and then cursed "Mudblood" with disdain. Ignoring the angry look in his eyes, he pointed at the head on the floor and looked around at everyone in the cabin. , said:
"Is this the Space Marine that scares you to death and makes you want to run away now?"
Everyone in the cabin looked at the head on the floor, speechless.
"So cowardly, as cowardly as a few poor stray dogs. I'm fighting to death outside, and you are discussing how to escape in the back?"
Everyone was silent, no one answered the man's words.
The ice beauty on the hospital bed looked at this man's aggressive posture with satisfaction, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said loudly:
"Look, look, the Lord of Change's oracle is correct. Except for a few think tank units, Space Marines are afraid of magic. Magic can easily penetrate their indestructible armor and ignore their strong bodies and hard bones. Hit their souls!”
"The Astartes are not invincible. They also have weaknesses. They have many weaknesses!"
Hearing Chen Xinlu's words and seeing the head still dripping with blood on the floor, the magicians present were moved.
Yes, the Space Marines are not as invincible as they are rumored to be.
Tzeentch, the master of destiny and the lord of lies, did not tease them this time.
What He said is true.
Space Marines are afraid of magic, magic can defeat Space Marines!
Something called hope ignited in the eyes of all the reincarnations present.
…………
PS: Thanks to Big Cat Xiongxiong for the reward, (ω)
1. "Golden Purebred Manual" really appeared in the 41st millennium. The plot required it, so I moved it forward.
2. Many book friends know that Tzeentch is the god of fate, magic, change, deceit, etc... But in fact, Tzeentch is also the god of hope.
Because... despair will only make you accept your fate and sigh, and only in the hope and expectation of hope will new things be born.
(End of chapter)
