As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

And since it was a request he had agreed to - mainly because Zhang Ge didn't want the guards to follow him - he only brought a few people he usually brought with him from the group of people who volunteered to follow him at the scene, namely Amelia, Isis and Dominica.

After informing the deputy leader of his destination, the route information was transmitted to the Valkyrie with the confirmation of the female slaves. Then, the team of no more than ten people, including the female slaves, quickly sat in the cabin.

A slight feeling of weightlessness came over him, but what made Zhang Ge a little strange was that for some reason, these female slaves should have been riding on a military plane for the first time, and most likely wearing force feedback armor for the first time, but they did not make any abnormal movements, as if they had already gotten used to it.

Finally, after flying for a distance, he couldn't help but ask them this question.

The female slaves sitting in their seats looked at each other, and finally someone answered:

"Sir, those..."

She thought for a moment, but still couldn't find a suitable name for the nobles, so she simply skipped it and continued with the following content:

"In order to enhance our 'value' and highlight our status, we received extensive training from a young age, covering not only etiquette but also military skills."

Another person added:

"Despite this, most sisters were taken away and used as disposable tools... Even if they survived, they would not be able to retain their sanity."

Just like high-end dresses are luxury goods that have been made with the efforts of countless people, the nobles are keen to decorate them with extreme luxury and then wear them only once before throwing them away. They think this kind of waste is a "necessary" part.

Although it is possible that at this moment their private soldiers are having to use automatic guns to fight against gangsters using laser guns.

Hearing this, Zhang Ge looked at the slave girl on the other side, who downplayed her suffering because she didn't want to affect his mood, and smiled at him.

The mood is between holding on and not holding on.

He held onto his last bit of luck and asked tentatively:

"Then how were you chosen?"

"Well... after the other adults selected the most outstanding sisters, they had them duel in turn. The last few who were evenly matched... the winners were given the honor of serving you, saying that this was the glorious tradition you left behind."

Wait a moment.

Zhang Ge realized another thing while listening to this.

If those female slaves have received military training, does it mean that the mechanized infantry regiment suddenly has a group of invisible soldiers out of thin air?

Wait a moment.

When did I leave behind that so-called glorious tradition? How come I haven't been there to see them in person for a short while, and they've already caused me this kind of trouble?

A large amount of information entered Zhang Ge's brain from the other party's words, making him realize that the situation seemed to be slightly different from his imagination.

No, where are the burdens you were promised? Weren’t you slaves before?

No, there is one more thing.

Without time to grieve over other things, Zhang Ge quickly signaled them to be quiet. After using the sound array equipment to confirm that the interference in the Dead Forest Festival area was relatively light, he broadcast a communication to Yolanda.

The other party answered the call quickly, and before she could ask why she was there, Zhang Ge took the initiative to ask:

"Yolanda, weren't there a batch of servitors delivered recently? Have you checked them?"

"Oh, I checked it."

Hearing Yolanda's obviously cheerful tone and the resounding sound of machinery, he felt a sense of unease.

"how is the situation?"

"They are of excellent quality. With a little modification, they can be transformed into military servitors. Moreover, there are enough of them to equip every two or three combat squads with one. I am equipping them with heavy firepower as required."

Hearing this, Zhang Ge fell silent.

He seemed to be silent, but in fact he had been unconscious from anger for a while.

If he had known earlier when Emperor Fist called, he should have been more ruthless.

Why do these nobles have death rattles? Death would cause him more psychological damage than living.

He thought that this extra risk was free, but he didn't expect that the gift from fate had already been secretly marked with a price.

While Zhang Ge was muttering in his mind, the feeling of landing was transmitted from the fuselage to his body.

The destination has been reached.

Chapter 207: Greed Beyond the Bottom Line

Now everyone is in the upper nest... It's not that the nobles have a change of heart and want to improve the living conditions of the slaves, it's simply that the lower nest was destroyed due to the war, so some relatively precious property was temporarily transferred up.

Commoners? Of course, commoners were not considered precious. To most nobles, they were merely consumables whose price would rise to an untold level after a while.

After others left the cabin and initially checked the surrounding environment, Zhang Ge also got off the plane.

As soon as he walked out of the cabin, he was faced with a tall ceramic steel wall. Although the wall was probably more than ten meters high, the buildings behind it were still far beyond its shielding range, and its structural features could be seen directly... If nothing unexpected happened, it should have been a residential area?

Zhang Ge didn't stay in his thoughts for long. The huge metal double doors embedded in the wall were opened by the guards stationed inside.

An official in a simple robe came out jogging with a group of guards, but on the one hand he was too weak, and on the other hand he did not estimate the distance well. It was obvious that he wanted to maintain his demeanor, but in fact, when he ran in front of Zhang Ge, he was already uncontrollably panting.

Of course, despite this, he still sweated and hurriedly smiled and asked:

"My lord, my lord...it is truly an honor to have you here. How can I be of service to you?"

Seeing the other person's expression, Zhang Ge did not answer immediately. Instead, he waited until the other person had recovered his breath before pointing to a female slave beside him and saying:

"do you know it?"

"This this..."

Hearing this question, the other party did not dare to look away. Instead, he squeezed out a few words in embarrassment and continued:

"The attendants around the lord are not people I can possibly get to know."

After hearing this, Zhang Ge realized something was wrong and asked doubtfully:

"You are not of the house of Agamemnon?"

As soon as the other party heard those words, it was as if he had been suddenly shot by a bullet. A look of horror appeared on his face. He quickly waved his hands and stammered in response:

"Ah! Of course, that can't be the case, sir. Those shameless rebels were taken away not long ago. I, along with these guards, have only just taken over this place. We came from..."

Zhang Ge, noticing that the other party was about to start chanting, interrupted:

"Take us inside."

"Of course, I will carry out your will."

He did not complain at all about being interrupted. After Zhang Ge signaled the female slaves to lead the way, he walked respectfully to an inconspicuous position nearby and followed.

Soon, the team entered behind the wall.

There are more guards here than expected. A quick glance left and right shows that there should be no less than a thousand people on this side alone. Although they are only equipped with bulletproof armor and automatic rifles, they are still a considerable force.

Logically speaking, at this critical moment, a less important facility shouldn't have so many troops... It must be that the Imperial Fist took a lot of things out of the nobles after implementing martial law.

Without paying much attention to these, Zhang Ge quickly entered the building complex through the main gate.

Inside, as soon as you enter the door, the foul air with an inexplicable smell begins to penetrate your nostrils. Logically speaking, the air quality in a building like the Upper Nest should not be so bad, but it is obvious that this place is not normal.

It can be seen that, except for the key load-bearing columns, most of the partition walls have been dismantled, and even the originally independent buildings have been roughly connected together, eventually forming the current hall.

In the hall, people were crowded together, hundreds of people in a group, with a small aisle between each group that was wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

They have no privacy from each other, and the only "personal" space they have is a sleeping space that is barely big enough for one person.

However, since these positions are divided together without any separation, in fact, once someone gets up and leaves, the people around them don't mind cleaning up the accumulated excrement and the like. If it is a family, it's okay and someone can stay behind, but if you are alone, it is difficult to say whether it is a private space or a cell without partitions.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Ge asked:

"Is your clan here?"

The slave girl shook her head and replied:

"Sir, these are the original residents of the surrounding area. Our clan is located on the 20th floor and above."

"The original residents?"

Logically speaking, shouldn't those who can enter the upper nest be middle-class people? Even though a war broke out, it shouldn't be so chaotic.

Zhang Ge put this question to the official.

After receiving the call, the other party hesitated for a long time, but still did not lie and answered honestly:

"Because the war has spread to the interior of the section, the housing prices in the upper nests have risen rapidly. Compared to the lower nests, this place is much safer, so, so..."

"so?"

"Well, so, in this situation, some adults moved those families who had lost their support due to the war out of their original residences in order to free up enough rooms to sell to those in the lower nest who could afford to invest. In some cases, a clan of thousands of people jointly invested to buy a house, while others made a fortune..."

Although the opponent tried to use the second half to cover up the first half, it was obvious that this concealment was not very effective.

"Those who lost their support due to the war" refers to the grassroots non-commissioned officers, low-ranking officers and the like, and perhaps also those who were forcibly conscripted and those affected. These families were thrown into such places by the nobles because those who could withstand the war died in the war.

If you look closely, you can indeed see that women and children make up the majority of those people.

"Even putting aside other things, what if this harsh environment leads to a plague? ...Why don't you answer my question?"

Zhang Ge looked at the official who was willing to speak just now, but now his lips were pale and he didn't dare to answer, and even his body was trembling slightly.

It was a female slave who knew the situation who took the initiative to answer Zhang Ge:

"I've seen people from the Corpse Guild come here more than once. I guess those unfortunate people must have been..."

If the previous part can be classified as greed, then this behavior can be called anti-humanity. Even by the minimum acceptable standards, it has crossed the bottom line.

The Corpse Guild, to put it simply, is a group of merchants who make corpse starch from the dead to provide food for the living. Needless to say, the consequences of those unfortunate people being taken away by them are of course unnecessary - if that were all, it could perhaps only be considered as resource recycling.

But the problem is that these bodies came from the families of persecuted soldiers.

Making unsuspecting soldiers on the front lines eat the bodies of their own persecuted family members? Simply to earn a few more throne coins?

Zhang Ge's face showed no further expression, but his palm unconsciously rested on the hilt of the sword and rubbed it slightly.

It seems like there's one more thing to deal with.

Chapter 208 Humble Trust

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ge stretched out his other hand and patted the shoulder of the official next to him, which scared him.

"Let me ask you, are you loyal to the nobility or to the empire?"

Hearing this question about death, the official forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, met Zhang Ge's gaze, and finally had to answer:

"Sir, these two things shouldn't conflict with each other, right?"

"Yeah, is that so?"

Zhang Ge said a short sentence casually, but before the other party could feel relieved, he continued:

"I've seen quite a few cult members, but for some reason, this scene seems more and more familiar. Is it some kind of preparation place for a cult ritual?"

"Ah, ah?"

"Of course, this place was previously the seat of the Agamemnon family. I believe the family you are loyal to is not a suspect. So, please contact your master first. As for the content of the contact... just say that I am here to investigate something."

Without waiting for his response, Zhang Ge said to a female slave on the other side:

"Go and guard the city gate. Don't let anyone in until I tell you that you can go."

"Yes."

After the slave girl agreed and turned to walk out the door, Zhang Ge said to the others:

"Let's go, let's go take care of your business first."

If everyone wanted to move forward, they had to pass through the crowd.

Amid the heavy footsteps of the powered armor, Zhang Ge glanced around and saw the looks in the eyes of the people on both sides of the aisle.

Whether it was fear or awe, but no hatred was seen, they all shrank back in unison, squeezing the already limited space, trying to make more room for the group to move forward.

Suddenly, a low quarrel nearby caught Zhang Ge's attention. He turned his gaze to a father and son who were whispering to each other.