"I really hope I can kill some monsters or enemies quickly. Those cowards in red robes are so boring."
While everyone was busy, the most belligerent vanguard in the team couldn't help but use his chain sword to slash at the imaginary enemy without hesitation.
His competitiveness is also famous among many new blood believers. Although his violence is restrained by discipline based on blood, his attitude of doing nothing and just talking nonsense still angers many people.
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"Put down your weapons and move these things up there! Don't let me see you idle anymore! Otherwise I will let you go to other teams to find the fighting chance you want!"
Jackie properly conveyed opinions on behalf of everyone, and in the end the guy could only move the huge boxes that were piled up in dismay.
Not long after they were busy, they heard a wave of greetings, and Jackie quickly walked out of the dispatch station.
Under the illumination of the searchlight, he saw some shadows shaking in the direction they came from, and then there was the sound of sharp claws scraping against metal, but the new blood did not find it strange or suspicious.
The scent of the seed penetrated the foul-smelling miasma, attracting the attention of the new blood cultists here.
"we are coming..."
A huge three-armed acolyte came to everyone without protection and wearing a thin slave uniform. The members behind it were slightly smaller than the leader, but their average size still exceeded the tallest new blood here.
Descendants.
Out of pure piety, the new blood bowed their heads and saluted their predecessors.
"Mighty champions, welcome your arrival. Our team will do its best to protect you."
Jackie's words were very impassioned, but when faced with such tall and grotesque family members in front of him, as well as the acolytes' sharp claws that could penetrate composite metal and mouths full of fangs, these words were more like a childish promise to an adult.
"No...don't be nervous...we...protect you...duty...mission...bishop..."
The status in the religious order is determined according to the purity of blood. Except for those bishops and elders who possess powerful spiritual power, the less human the majority of the believers are, the higher their level. Among them, the highest level is the "pure blood" who has completely shed the human form.
"Angels", followed by the hybrid acolytes who are like beasts. They have an atavistic appearance like pure-blood angels, and their power is more powerful and more primitive. Although this also prevents them from using the short and clear words of humans like the new blood cultists.
Words express inner thoughts.
The appearance of the acolytes aroused the killing instinct of the Genestealer hybrids. Their original fear and apprehension were quickly forgotten, and they began to gear up and wait for the next action.
But the acolytes did not act immediately, and neither did Jackie, because he sensed that something was coming again.
Soon, a giant beast that had lost its chains appeared in the light with the sound of breaking floor tiles. This was a deformed thing over 3 meters tall and a living totem of the cult.
Its huge claws were driven by thick arms shaped like tires to grasp a twisted metal pole road sign. The shackles around its neck were artificially removed, and it was being guided everywhere by the bishop's psychic beacon.
This blue-purple three-armed giant immediately attracted the respect of all believers, who lowered their heads one after another. In their eyes, although the aberration was weird and ugly, it was full of an indescribable charm, a kind of beauty that symbolized power. Originally,
The collar around its neck is a symbol of being enslaved by the sect. The bishop chose it as a war machine, but also restrained it like an animal. Although no believer wanted to blaspheme the divine creation in front of him, it was too violent and difficult to deal with.
The ignored huge figure will still cause trouble in the daily life of the Order.
But it is not actually irritable towards the new blood, but has a unique concern for them.
On the broad forehead of the aberrant body, there are several strange eyes of different sizes arranged at different angles, as well as a weird but very useful olfactory organ.
It stopped in front of the new bloods, shook its head, and mumbled a few vague words in its throat.
"Come with you...be careful...of the darkness..."
"Jackie, lead your team and leave a small number of people at the transfer station."
The bishop's voice sounded in Jackie's head, but it seemed a little weak.
"That interference... is happening again... proceed with caution..."
"Yes, Bishop, you will definitely live up to your trust."
When the bishop gave him a powerful military force as an escort, Jackie realized that their road might be the "most promising" road at present. This heavy weight made him feel proud and a little scared. He was worried that his failure would bring disaster to him.
The Order caused irreparable losses.
"Twenty of you stay and guard here. If there is any situation, report to the rear immediately. Be smart and leave if the situation is not right. The most important thing is to convey the information to the bishop. Don't sacrifice in vain."
After the arrangements were made, Jackie started with the aberrations and began to go deep into the old home that had become creepy.
The reason why the aberrations were arranged to go ahead was not because they were afraid of death, but because the aberrations had a special crisis instinct, and their sense of danger was even stronger than that of the bishops. The new bloods were armed with guns and were wary of the broken vents around them, and the acolytes.
They slowly followed the former's footsteps and maintained a reliable retreat for this path-exploring force.
The aberration, whose body was as hard and strong as a giant rock, made a lot of noise while walking. Its heavy feet burst out with thunderous footsteps, almost crushing the passage, and several parts of its body were kicked.
The armor plates exuded a gem-like luster under the illumination of the helmet's searchlight.
After walking for thousands of meters, the aberration's swollen nasal cavity seemed to be sniffing something, and it stopped.
Jackie carefully walked past it and found horrifying evidence - on both sides of the dirty and damp passage, there were many chitinous remains like fossil remains. Jackie and his teammates walked over, and found a torn body.
The remains came into view. It was a pure blood. The whole body was cut into three pieces by some kind of force. The flesh and blood had rotted, but the bones and carapace remained.
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What killed them?
"The cuts are very smooth, like the laser or ray weapons of the mechanical slave masters."
Jackie pointed the edge of the body that was broken into three pieces with the sharp knife in his hand. Then he noticed something, squatted down, and opened the bottom of the body.
Three deep carvings were clearly visible on the metal ground. Jackie brushed the metal surface with his palm, and a terrifying claw suddenly appeared in his mind, which was more terrifying than the claws of pure-blood angels. This made his
The heart suddenly started beating wildly.
"Damn...what kind of weapon is this? It's so powerful..."
"What should we do now?"
"Keep walking, everyone be more careful."
Jackie came to the aberrant body and tried to calm its uneasiness, but the aberrant body kept mumbling. Perhaps it was because the spiritual connection with the bishop was cut off, which made it uneasy, but it finally took a step forward.
As they continued to go deeper underground, they saw more and more remains, and the new blood became more and more nervous.
But luckily no real enemy appeared, and finally they arrived at the second transfer station, which meant that they only had two transfer stations left before their destination!
This place is as desolate and abandoned as before, and even retains many of the living facilities built by the Order in the past, such as underground farms and recruit training camps. The flag of the Order is strung powerlessly on a metal pole, and in this place
Jackie found that his telepathy with other relatives had become sluggish, dull, or even blocked, and he had to rely more on spoken language to convey instructions.
But the impact of the division of the soul does not end there. The new blood began to be a little frightened. They instinctively looked to the mixed-blood acolytes, trying to gain strength from their ancestors...
"Don't panic, everyone. This is our home. We must take him back and inspect him carefully as a small team."