Captain, your ship has exploded again.

To be honest, the fourth generation has a really good physique, but Zhang Xun doesn't have any special hobbies.

After twisting off the other person's head, Zhang Xun immediately edited an optical cloak to create a disguise for the two of them.

Of course, optical camouflage is only for covering the eyes; the limbs that should be camouflaged still need to be cut off.

Soon, the two first-generation mixed-race children were impersonated and their beautiful faces were stolen.

As for names and information, ghosts don't need that stuff. Zhang Xun didn't expect this disguise to fool all the cunning people.

They're not doing stealth, why do they need to be so meticulous?

"Sun Hui, listen up! If you encounter any other mixed-race or cunning people, remember to use your verbal tic when you speak. If you don't, I might cut back on your food!"

Sun Hui, who hadn't eaten for half an hour, wiped away non-existent drool and nodded frantically at Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun did not blame Sun Hui for eating most of the food; although the battle on the warship was short, there was still some food depletion.

No matter how much human food is processed, its energy level remains the same; Sun Hui's stomach isn't a reactor.

After expending a large amount of energy, prolonged replenishment is inevitable. Zhang Xunming hopes the search and rescue team can arrive soon, although he knows it's unlikely.

The two temporarily concealed themselves from the spirit network by activating the fourth generation of heads.

The psychic who emerged from the crime scene would seem highly suspicious.

Now all they need to do is get to the middle level as quickly as possible.

Without the guidance of the Heavenly Questions or a map, Zhang Xun realized that the two of them alone could not possibly leave the lower levels of the Nest City.

If the chaotic slums of New Delhi are a 3D maze, then the lower levels of the city are a chain of 18D dead-end alleys.

What appears to be a road may actually lead to someone's home, and now, where are there any normal humans left in this place?

How should one respond to someone trespassing into a mixed-race home?

Of course, you should either riddle the other person with bullets or break their neck.

After putting down the mixed-race cub, whose number was unknown, Zhang Xun, who was already a little tired, found a chair in the room and sat down.

"Phew, damn it, this won't do. I need to find a guide, haha, otherwise I'll be exhausted to death."

Zhang Xun, whose breathing was unsteady, collapsed onto the metal chair, while Sun Hui, who still had the strength, was rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

She hadn't eaten for six hours. After finishing the last bit of liquid energy pack left by Zhang Xun, she was so hungry that she started looking for mixed-race food.

However, Zhang Xun did not stop her actions. Although most of the time she only got meat of her own kind, she could occasionally find some monster meat.

These pieces of meat, no bigger than the palm of a hand, are Sun Hui's emergency rations.

As far as Sun Hui was concerned, she could eat anything as long as the food wasn't too excessive. But after all, she was still a girl, and she only intended to use the dozen or so pieces of monster meat she had scavenged as a trump card.

"Give up! Huangquan No. 8, those skinning bastards won't even give the corpse starch to the lower classes, and you don't eat the food from those big pots. This aimless searching is just a waste of energy."

Many people from lower classes join collective relief organizations.

These organizations were often the precursors to gangs, though some of them died out halfway through.

This behavior of large numbers of people gathering together for food and helping each other to survive can be said to be the only remaining kindness in the city.

Of course, sometimes they need their companions to get into the soup pot, even if the other person is not willing or is tacitly accepting it.

Why do so many things that bypass the Empire appear? Zhang Xun strongly suspects that they have all been tormented by the Empire's Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Then, when they took over management themselves, they were basically even worse than the Ministry of the Interior.

The Ministry of the Interior is shockingly bad, incredibly slow, and has a rejection rate that's higher than TM applications.

You ask why Zhang Xun suddenly criticized the Ministry of the Interior? It's simple: it's because they're right next to the church that the Cult of Machine God built in the lower district.

The reason Zhang Xun was standing nearby was that he thought there might be some supplies there, but upon arriving, he discovered...

Aside from the dilapidated, run-down buildings, there wasn't even a mouse here.

Having handled Calgary's internal affairs for some time, he once saw a request for supplies.

It was submitted by the Cult of the Machine God, of course. The content was very simple: Huangquan No. 8 requested a batch of supplies for the middle and lower level areas in order to stabilize the mining area.

When Zhang Xun saw that it was just a technology supplies application form, he rejected the application outright, even though it had been submitted two months earlier.

If the Imperial Ministry of the Interior's problems stem from historical issues, then the problems with the "machine oil guy" are due to fundamental logical issues.

They would rather lose their technology than use it against their enemies. Even if the entire planet is about to perish, you won't see their treasures unless they pose a threat to them.

"Damn it, those tech geeks! I knew they wanted the tech stuff and were planning to hide it. Damn it, even the outposts set up by the Imperial Ministry of the Interior aren't trustworthy. Where are they?!"

The church has been abandoned for a long time, and the so-called overseers who remain around it are all cannibalistic mixed-race people.

If he could, Zhang Xun would love to fire a shot directly at this place with his main cannon.

Just as Zhang Xun was about to vent his anger, Sun Hui discovered a storage room.

This storage room was very well hidden; it was clearly left behind when the overseer was still human.

However, Zhang Xun lost interest after just one glance; the room was mostly filled with human remains or corpses.

This place used to be the church of the motorists, and even if supplies were insufficient, there would still be some stubborn believers around.

"Zhang Xun, there's a living person!"

Sun Hui's keen hearing, typical of mobile soldiers, allowed her to find those who were still barely breathing from the pile of corpses.

Zhang Xun glanced at the sores and wounds on the other person's body and said.

"It's hopeless. Even with nano-medicine, he's doomed without sufficient energy replenishment."

The other person's mouth opened and closed, just like a fish that had been caught and pulled ashore; at this moment, he was already in a state of dying hallucination.

"Gathering point... saved Mary, I told you... it's possible, there are still rebels here... it's possible..."

Zhang Xun understood from the small, disjointed words that this guy was a fugitive, but it was clear that the most vulnerable one had been turned into food first, since there were no female corpses here.

"Mary, listen, it's the bells! The Star Army is here! Thank you, Emperor!"

His final, desperate act, like a last burst of energy before death, drained him of his last breath.

In the Warhammer world, a peaceful death may be the greatest comfort that Huang Laoxie can give to his followers, even if their souls belong to the Four Merchants after death.

"Tsk, this feels really weird. Something's definitely not right about this. Could this spare rib have escaped?"

The physical condition of the common people in the empire is very worrying, but it is still very rare to see one like the one in front of Zhang Xun.

Rather than believing the other party was human, Zhang Xun was more inclined to believe it was a moving skeleton.

There was more pus than blood on the other person. If Sun Hui hadn't noticed, she would have been kicked aside even if she had stood in front of Zhang Xun.

Its body is covered with scales or strange attached creatures.

It felt like a tangled mass of floating garbage in a stinking harbor.

Can this thing really help you find a wife?

As they walked out of the storage room, Sun Hui tugged at Zhang Xun's clothes.

"Zhang Xun, I'm hungry!"

Zhang Xun took out the few candies he had and handed one to Sun Hui, telling her not to bother him for the time being.

Despite the fact that Zhang Xun and the others have been greatly enhanced, the law of conservation of energy still applies.

Although Zhang Xun was much better off than Sun Hui, who was a huge energy consumer, he was also starting to feel exhausted after not eating for almost a day.

Zhang Xun gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, even if it's a trap, we have no choice but to step in and see what happens. If we get caught, we can always escape later."

With his gaze sweeping across the lower level, and aided by optical aids, Zhang Xun spotted the foundry in the distance. In the abandoned church, only there did the large clock chime the time.

Of course, the time announcement was not meant to give people a break, but to tell the surrounding civilians that it was time to go to work.