Zerg in the Crystal Wall World.

Chapter 355 Lurking
Dragant World Cluster. World 373.

Akmer, East City District, Rust Street.

Dirty Hands Harold is a cleaner on North Street.

The daily task is to get up early in the morning and ensure the streets are clean before sunrise.

This is not a decent job, and because it is a newly built industrial zone, all links have not yet been fully polished.

Vehicles of various types travel frequently, leaving behind various types of waste, including some heavy and polluting large pieces of garbage, which are very hard to carry. Overtime is common.

But Harold was still very satisfied.

Because before, these tasks were completed by smart servants. People like him who had no family background and had never received education could only wander in the slums and survive on relief and begging.

It’s not like now. Not only do I have a job and a salary, but after being converted to a regular employee some time ago, I also received two rounds of further training and was given a stamp of approval.

Now my waist and legs no longer hurt, and I can even see clearly the illegal advertisements two hundred meters away.

Even without the seal, he was grateful to the emperor and the empire from the bottom of his heart.

The only thing I hope to improve is that the overtime work during this period is really serious.

With twenty-four hours a day, he had to work nineteen hours, leaving him with little time to read the Scriptures.

He asked the team leader during dinner, and the specific reason seemed to be that a judgment ship from the Holy Land of the Sun came to the Wheat Field World of the Goldus World Group.

It was a garden world located in a group of adjacent worlds, and the Inquisition went there in the name of vacation.

But according to the custom of the Inquisition, they may appear in any world in the surrounding world group.

Therefore, not only their Dragant world group, but also several world groups around Goldus are all in a state of panic. All departments attach great importance to it, conduct comprehensive self-inspection, make rectifications and improvements, and implement work standardization...

Harold thought that the masters' decision was correct. After all, the judge was the eyes of His Majesty. If His Majesty saw anything unclean, it would be a crime of disrespect.

Just as he was pushing his automatic cleaning vehicle to moisten the road.

Then I saw an armored limousine approaching from a distance.

The visual enhancement brought by the steel stamp allowed him to clearly see the imperial emblem on the armored vehicle.

Subconsciously, Harold stopped the car and clasped his hands in greeting.

But the car suddenly slowed down and stopped precisely beside him.

A man who had obviously undergone extensive transformation and exuded a dangerous aura pushed the door and walked down.

Harold couldn't help but hold his breath.

Trial...trial court?

Judging from the epaulettes, he should be a low-ranking inquisitor's attendant.

Harold recognized the mark on his body because of the stamp.

When the steel seal is made, the style of the relevant heraldry and some awe emotions are also instilled.

Of course, even without any emotional infusion, he was as scared as a quail at this time.

Because the other side took out a pneumatic crossbow, pointed at Harold's cart and asked, "Prohibited creation?"

If you look closely at this cart, you can see that there is a circular welded part on the top of its front cover.

That was the original location of the intelligence center.

This cart was once a wise servant.

"No, no," Harold panicked. "It, it has removed all intelligent modules. It can only be operated manually. Yes, it is allowed to be used..."

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a certificate he had been carrying with him and presented it to him with careful hands.

It was a certificate from the Hall of Truth, proving that the cleaning machine had been modified and inspected for use.

"A report issued by the Hall of Truth?" a voice came from the car.

The guard plate on the window was lowered, and a man wearing a top hat and with his left eye replaced by a scarlet artificial eye appeared. An official lower-level judge: "When did the Hall of Truth become qualified to issue such a certificate?"

The attendant immediately said viciously: "You are guilty of using a forbidden item and trying to make excuses."

The gun in his hand was no longer pointed at the cart, but at Harold's forehead.

"Don't do it," the official judge said. "Bring him to the car."

The attendant put it away as ordered, but he was not too polite. He took out the handcuffs and restrained Harold.

They pushed and shoved him, almost throwing him and the cart into the car.

The car is equipped with space folding technology. After opening the door, you can find that it is actually quite spacious inside.

As folding factories become more popular and develop rapidly, they are gradually being extended to governments at all levels, but for the general public, it is still a novelty.

But Harold had no time to care about these things at this time.

He knelt on the ground in a panic, with the cart carrying evidence almost crushing his back.

My brain was almost empty, and I didn't even have the thought of refutation "I don't know".

My heart was filled with fear of guilt, fear of the future, and a strong sense of guilt - the latter was mainly due to the handcuffs.

His emotions told him that he was still loyal to the emperor and was just following the orders of the squad leader, so he was innocent.

His years of experience at the bottom of society also told him that if a big shot pointed out his mistakes, no matter if he was really guilty or not, he was done for…

As he thought about it, he began to breathe heavily and even had a strong desire to vomit. He felt as if there was a voice in his head telling him: It's time...

The Inquisitor paid no attention to his reaction.

He had seen too many criminals behave in such an ugly way that he had even seen some of them frightened to death several times.

The use of modified servitor wreckage is actually quite common in the Empire.

After all, even if the Empire was doing its best to restore production, there was still a huge gap from its peak. Removing the intelligent modules of some servitors, erasing their souls, and installing manual operating systems was often a last resort.

Many regiments on the front line do this.

It's not very dangerous, it just sets off an alarm when passing by it, and people with special professions like the Inquisitor, who are branded with a special stamp, will subconsciously feel it's glaring.

But if it is taken too far, it is indeed a crime of treason, and can even rise to the level of contempt for the emperor. Because the emperor did write about the wise servant in the Imperial Truth.

Of course, although the Inquisition has always been regarded as a mad dog, it is just a low-level judge with too few soul stamps and extreme thinking.

The higher the level of the commander, the more stamps he has, and the closer he is to normal thinking as his obsessions balance each other.

After several rounds of innovation in steel stamp technology, most inquisitors would not be so extreme.

For example, he was much calmer than the servant next to him.

For mistakes like this, except for the director of the Health Bureau who needs to have his entire family executed, the others will only be flogged 300 times and sentenced to ten years of re-education through labor.

Thinking about it,

Suddenly, the inquisitor turned his head and looked at Harold behind him.

His breathing became faster and faster, his facial muscles were tense, and his whole body was shaking violently like a sieve.

More importantly, he smelled a hint of alien scent.

"Ah--" Harold screamed, and it seemed as if a living creature was born in his chest and began to move abnormally.

"Bang——" "Bang——" The two gunshots sounded almost simultaneously.

One bullet hit Harold in the head and one bullet hit Harold in the chest.

But due to the mutation, terrible pressure had accumulated in Harold's body without him knowing when.

As soon as the bullet hit the wound, a large amount of black slurry spurted out from the wound, evenly spreading throughout the entire space inside the car.

The Inquisitor immediately activated the small shield on his armor.

But he was shocked to find that the equipment that had just been maintained this morning was now inoperable.

There was no way to escape from the black slurry that filled the sky.

The two watched helplessly as a drop of black liquid fell onto their faces, backs of their hands, and other exposed skin areas, and instantly melted into them.

This is a new form of Genestealer. Because the Imperial Truth isolates itself from psionic energy, its core is no longer the original essence, but the "anti-rejection essence" derived from the tree shepherds. It quickly becomes compatible with the body and accelerates the life process with life force, quickly eroding the host and replicating itself.

At the same time, there is also bloodline verification throughout the empire.

In most cases, stealers are highly mimics, disguising their own tissues as human fat, bone marrow, and even blood cells.

Not only was camouflage carried out at the organizational level, but the genetic material was also multiplexed and compressed, hidden among the numerous invalid genetic materials of humans.

Normally, the infected person himself does not know that he is infected.

Even the Genestealers themselves are in a highly dormant state, awakened only when necessary to perform critical tasks or infect higher-level characters.

But this also has problems.

Because it infects others through tissue infiltration, although the latent state cannot be detected, the infection process can still be detected.

Especially guys like the Inquisitor who like to transform themselves.

Once the implanted devices in their bodies detect that the host has been contaminated, they will immediately sound the alarm or even explode.

In the past, this required spy units to perform more sophisticated transformations to trick implanted devices in a subtle way.

But now, there is a better way:

Suddenly, a small cart transformed from a smart servant suddenly jumped up.

With a squeak and a crack, it actually turned into a robot, bounced a few times, and pounced on the two of them.

The body deformed again and drilled into the bodies of the two people. After a series of clanging sounds, a batch of blood-stained parts were forced out of the bodies of the two people.

Robots perfectly replace the implanted machines in their bodies.

This is the mechanical swarm, a spy unit named the Shapeshifters.

At this point, it changed from the original "sanitation cart" form to the "implanted machine" form.

It is a product of the goblin civil war in the last era. It is essentially a high-precision printing technology that reconstructs the body at high speed.
The disadvantage is that it can only be disguised as a low-level machine, and because of the problem of printing material storage, the number of transformations is limited, and each transformation must be connected to the hive consciousness in the Moon Torch network, using the floating point computing power in the network to assist in the mimicry design...

In short, like the Genestealers, no one can detect their dormant state, but once they begin to transform, they will be immediately detected.

In an empire where there are so many censorship units, if you want to successfully hide, you need the cooperation of these two units.

Find a relatively closed space, one to solve the machine, one to solve the human...

After a dozen minutes.

The bullet marks and bloodstains in the car disappeared completely.

It was as if the conflict just now had not happened. Only Harold's body, which was horribly deformed due to the loss of a large amount of tissue, was still lying quietly on the ground.

But the two ignored the special marks on the body.

"Even if he is guilty, we must restrain this impulse when we are carrying out higher-level tasks." The Inquisitor was disciplining his servant, as if Harold's death was only caused by the servant's inability to suppress his impulse.

"Dispose of the body yourself. Don't let it affect the next mission. There may be aliens hiding in this factory area."

As they were talking, the armored vehicles had already driven deep into the Rust Belt.

Some of the night shift workers had just finished work.

When they saw the armored vehicles, they couldn't help but show surprise. They bowed their heads respectfully, lowered their tentacles, and put their four hands in front of their chests to salute.

The judge in the car nodded. The people here still have basic courtesy towards the Empire...

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