Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"Hoo, hoo. Run, don't stop. Once we get rid of this monster, we'll be safe."

A tall man was holding a thick gun in his hand. He kept shooting behind him while running. A series of bullets kept attacking a deformed monster behind him.

There were 12 people who were fleeing desperately with the man, and 3 of them had guns and kept shooting towards the rear with the man. The bullets hit the monster's body and splashed a trace of blood. These ordinary bullets were not enough to cause enough damage to the monster and could not stop it.

Instead, the constant attacks only angered the monster, which frantically chased the fleeing crowd. However, the fact that these people were able to survive the monster's pursuit proved that everyone had a good survival ability.

Every time when he was about to be attacked by a monster, he would flexibly dodge each attack of the monster, lunging forward, rolling on the spot, and dodging by various obstacles. Each time was extremely thrilling, and one mistake would cost him his life.

The monster was extremely tall, nearly 3 meters tall, with thick brown armor covering its body. Its head had prominent cheekbones like a canine and was completely hairless.

Its arms are extremely thick and have sharp claws, and it runs at an incredibly fast speed. However, due to its tall stature, its turning speed is not as fast as those humans who are fleeing.

Moreover, the claws of these monsters are extremely sharp, and they flash with a faint blue light. Even if a solid wall is scratched by the monster's claws, a few scratches will appear.

The second generation Genestealer, a being that exists on the borderline between humans and the Tyranids, a creature that is neither human nor ghost, is stronger than ordinary humans, especially its claws that have a decomposition function, which can easily tear apart even the ceramic steel armor of Space Marines. However, its overall combat power is not as good as that of Space Marines.

The gene stealer was very angry. His target was so fast at running that he wasted so much time. After returning to the tribe, even if he would not be blamed by the tribe leader and the bishop, how could he have the face to take on such a heavy responsibility and continue to protect the growth of the tribe.

"boom"

A loud sound of gunfire ended Ji Zei's thoughts. Ji Zei lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the huge hole in his chest. He felt unbelievable that such a powerful weapon could exist in a mere nest at the bottom of a hive city. His hard armor sheath could be easily penetrated.

The humans who were desperately fleeing were awakened by the loud sound of gunfire. They couldn't help but slow down their pace and look back. They saw that the monster they were chasing swayed and fell to the ground, motionless.

Those who survived looked around vigilantly, fearing that if they killed the monster, it would shoot them as well.

A giant nearly 4 meters tall walked out of the corner, wearing golden armor and holding a huge gun in his hand.

"You are safe."

The art student looked at these surviving humans who were still vigilant and spoke lightly.

The survivors who managed to survive, seeing the giant coming out and communicating normally, couldn't help but gather together and kneel down.

"Thank you very much for the rescue, sir."

The survivor knelt on the ground and kept thanking the art student.

"I just happened to come across you being chased by aliens, so I helped you out. If you want to thank someone, thank your luck."

The artist replied calmly.

"Thank you for the blessing of the Emperor!"

After hearing the art student's answer, everyone couldn't help but praise the Emperor of God for his blessing.

The art student did not stop everyone from praising the Divine Emperor. He just watched indifferently and then turned and left.

The crowd, who were originally kneeling on the ground praising the Emperor of God for his blessings, looked at the art student as he was about to leave. They wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

"My Lord, are you an Angel of the Emperor?"

A little girl about 1.4 meters tall mustered up the courage and asked timidly.

The art student stopped and turned to look at the little girl who spoke very mechanically. The little girl's jaw was a very rough mechanical chin, as if she was wearing a respirator.

Moreover, the little girl's voice was mechanical, without a trace of emotion.

Art students can see that the little girl is not emotionless, but because she has a mechanical jaw, and maybe even her vocal cords are mechanical, her speech sounds like a bland voice player.

"I am not an angel of the Emperor, I am merely a rebel against the Empire."

The art student looked directly at the little girl and spoke in a soft voice.

After hearing the words of the art student, those who had just been desperately praising the God-Emperor stopped praising him and their expressions relaxed, as if the words praising the God-Emperor had not just come from them.

This situation is also very normal. It has been 10 years since the art student traveled to the world of Warhammer, and he has seen this situation many times.

In fact, many people from the Underground do not believe in the Emperor, and the Emperor will not bless these lowly people. In the eyes of the powerful and the top leaders of the empire, the Underground people are a bunch of trash who cannot even pay the most basic tithe. They are not civilians of the empire, and there is no obligation to protect them, so they are left to fend for themselves.

"Why, don't you believe in the God-Emperor? Why don't you show some respect to a heretic like me?"

The art student said jokingly as he looked at the people kneeling on the ground and relaxing.

"Sir, you are joking. How can we, the lowly people, have the qualifications to believe in the God-Emperor? We can't even pay the Empire's taxes, so we are not civilians of the Empire. Sir, can we, the lowly people, follow you?"

The sturdy man who had been shooting to protect the survivors knelt on the ground with his head lowered, and asked the art student cautiously.

"You want to follow me? It could be fatal. Can you make up your mind? The road to opposing the empire is extremely difficult."

The art student looked at the people kneeling on the ground and spoke in a soft tone.

"Sir, we are not afraid of death. We have had enough of this precarious life. We are hungry every day, without food and water. Even the muddy sewage is not available often.

Because we are too weak to bear being hunted, we have to hide everywhere. And you are so powerful that even the Emperor's angels may not be your opponent. The fact that we can follow you is a sign of your kindness and mercy to us."

The strong man knelt on the ground and told his story, and the others also knelt on the ground with numb and helpless expressions. After so many years of struggling to survive, these people have lost their pursuit. They don’t know what they are living for, they only know that they have survived another day.

Moreover, the sturdy man noticed the equipment on the art student. Those were valuable items that many high-ranking officials in the empire could not afford, including power armor and power swords made of refined gold.