Chapter 60 Hope Comes
Fu Qihai led the team through this bloody passage filled with plasma and corpses.
A group of people armed with various weapons, like space pirates, launched a suicide attack on themselves.
All this made Fu Qihai and the team members very puzzled.
Yes, it is a suicide attack.
In the eyes of Fu Qihai and others, charging Astartes with ordinary weapons is not a symbol of courage, but tantamount to suicide.
Fu Qihai recalled the scene when he met the ninjas of Qin Ping's group on the hijacked space merchant ship. The space pirates on the merchant ship at that time, when they saw Fu Qihai for the first time, turned around and ran away without firing a single shot.
This is how a mortal who doesn't drive an armored vehicle should face the Astartes.
What to do, just run away.
Fu Qihai picked up a "little arm" on the floor that was obviously different from a normal human arm with the tip of a knife. This little arm grew on top of a normal arm and had a feather on it.
Fu Qihai said to the team members: "Have you noticed, many of them are mutants."
Just like the word alien in most contexts specifically refers to the parasitic creature with a black banana head and a skinny exoskeleton, but in Warhammer 40K, it is used by the human empire to refer to all aliens in general.
In Warhammer 40,000, the word mutant does not refer specifically to human beings who have the X gene in their bodies and awakened like the Marvel Universe, but generally refers to all human beings whose bodies have undergone mutations.
A small part of them can be accepted and tolerated by the imperial society, but most of the mutants are not accepted by the empire, they are discriminated against and excluded, and these people are often reduced to robbers, thieves and heretics.
"Hmm..." Albus Lang squatted down, looked carefully at the corpse of a pirate, and said:
"According to the index of the "Goldokin Thoroughbred Handbook", these people are actually mutants, but the degree of mutation of some people has not been clearly shown on the outside."
Albus Lang tore off the clothes of a corpse, pointed to the blue scales on the chest and said:
"Look, the skin on his chest has become scaly."
During the Great Crusade, the White Scars often fought against the alien races on the farthest front, and had little chance to suppress the mutant rebellion internally.
Hearing this, Humar asked curiously: "No, Al, do you still know about mutants?"
Albus Lang nodded and said, "In the early days of my service, I dealt with an uprising of mutant miners in the mining world. They were all... miserable."
Fu Qihai is a curious baby, and immediately asked after hearing the words:
""Gordokin Thoroughbred Handbook", what is that?"
Albus Lang replied: "It's a guide book written by the empire to judge the degree of deviation from humans. A score of 10-49 is considered a sub-human, and a score of more than 50 is not considered a human."
Fu Qihai nodded. The human empire in Warhammer 40,000 is very conservative. They don't accept the cultural identity. As long as you look too strange, no matter how you define yourself in your mind, even if you define yourself as a human being, in the eyes of the imperial government Here, you are no longer human.
(Rocket Raccoon and Furui are crying in the toilet)
In this sense, the Astartes are certainly not human.
Astartes are angels.
The angel of death who is in charge of killing.
Fu Qihai said: "It's just that their bodies have mutated, but their brains haven't mutated. All living things have the instinct to survive. Mutations shouldn't be the reason for their suicide attacks."
Even if the mutants all hated the Empire and wanted to trouble the Empire, it would be foolish to confront the Astartes with a bunch of ordinary weapons.
Albus Lang also agreed with Fu Qihai's opinion, but he didn't have a better explanation.
The space hulk floats in the subspace all year round. There is no protection of Geller's force field here. Even if it is a normal person, it is easy to mutate on the space hulk. It makes sense for a group of mutants to appear here.
Fu Qihai led the team to move forward.
Feathers, blue scales... Fu Qihai recalled these mutations on the corpse.
This mutation tendency made him feel a little familiar.
I had some bad premonition in my heart.
...
In the depths of the space hulk, in a cabin, various items are placed in a mess, tattered sofas, crooked mattresses, and dirty cloth spread on the floor.
There were burnt cigarette butts in the ashtray and on the floor, empty white medicine boxes were thrown around, and there were still dried coffee stains in the cups left on the ground.
In the cabin, several people of different shapes were gathering together, looking nervously at a woman sitting on the bulkhead.
This woman has long, smooth black hair, a yellow and black bodysuit that outlines a curvy figure, and a cloth belt covers her eyes.
She was sitting on the floor at the moment, with her back against the bulkhead, trembling all over, her head and shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, and she was still uttering trembling ravings of "uh huh huh".
The men and women around her surrounded her, all watching her nervously, and no one spoke.
"Ho—" There was a sudden inhalation, and the woman with her eyes covered with cloth bandages came back to her senses and stopped swinging.
"How, how, what did you see?"
A man next to him asked hurriedly.
The woman with her eyes covered with cloth turned her head to look at the man who asked the question, and said in a trembling voice:
"I saw it, I saw him, the man, the tall man in the bone-white armor, I saw the badge of the golden lightning, I saw it, he killed us, he killed us all."
The voice of the blind woman trembled, filled with great fear.
Everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay.
"Uh...can I understand that, what she means is that in the future...we lose, don't you?"
a woman asked hesitantly.
"Then, what should we do, we run now, is there still... still time?"
A middle-aged man in a black robe over a suit and leather shoes asked anxiously.
A man with an ordinary appearance heard the questioning of several companions and didn't say much, but slowly moved to the sofa near the cabin door.
"Everyone!"
A cold drink came from the side.
Everyone turned around and saw a sickly woman lying on a mattress, with a pair of delicate silver-rimmed glasses on her slender nose, her long hair messily scattered on the side of her face, her cheeks were flushed sickly .
She was covered with a shabby gray blanket, and she was staring coldly at the crowd in a circle, saying:
"Everyone, the ability of blindsight is only to see a certain possibility in the future, but it does not mean that it is an unchangeable future."
This sickly beauty was half leaning against the wall, her chest was heaving, and she was breathing weakly. The sweat soaked her soft hair and stuck it to her side face and forehead. A simple white shirt was exposed on the cloth blanket. The slender neck and delicate collarbone can be vaguely seen between the gaps in the collar.
Her drooping eyelashes carried a bit of a chilly tone, and there was a cold light in her eyes, as cold as a dagger.
"Think about it with your brains, if what blindsight sees is the real future, then the Wizel School for Gifted Boys will not immediately regard her as a treasure, and even Professor X will condescend to come here to ask for advice?"
There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and she continued:
"Prophecy always has limitations. A guy who can't even confuse the fragments of telepathy and prophecy, if you can really predict the future, wouldn't you become an alpha-level mutant long ago?"
"Am I right, Blindsight, or the second generation of Blindsight? Ha, does anyone know who your first generation is?"
The blind woman sitting on the ground stood up slowly, her eyes wrapped in cloth strips "stared" in the direction of the sick woman, and said:
"You don't need to belittle my ability, Chen Lu, I have already graduated from Wizel College, I am an X-Men, and you are the one who was disgracefully expelled from Karma Taj."
She said calmly: "I haven't finished what I just said. In the picture, I also saw your sister, Chen Xue."
"Ah..." Hearing this sentence, everyone present couldn't help but exclaimed.
The woman on the sickbed was also slightly taken aback.
A person looked at Chen Xinlu and questioned:
"Chen Lu, why did your sister appear here? She is not a space warrior. She is a wizard. Wizards should not appear in the Loyalist team. Did you betray us!"
Bingshan disease beauty Chen Lu gritted her teeth and snorted coldly:
"Hehe, I'm betraying you. Everyone here has something worthy of my betrayal. Don't forget, in the nest capital of Schwerin, who saved your dog's life when you got carried away!"
Having said that, she looked coldly at the middle-aged man in a suit in a black robe.
Facing Chen Lu's gaze, the man lowered his head guiltily.
He remembered that when he had just arrived in a hive world in the Warhammer 40K universe, he was bullied by the local hives. He was angry and used magic on the spot to teach that person a lesson. It was Chen Lu who took the psyker's attention to escape with him.
"Who is it again that led you to meet Baron Zedu, hooked up with the dignitaries of the Hive City, avoided the pursuit of the Silent Sister and the Imperial Guard, and hid on the space hulk, huh?"
As Chen Xinlu spoke, she looked at several other people.
The few people that Chen Xinlu glanced at all lowered their heads in embarrassment.
Although they belonged to the same camp, they did share Chen Lu's affection. It was really wrong for them to turn around and question her when they were in danger.
At this time, a spell suddenly sounded out of thin air in the cabin:
"Apparate!" (Apparate)
A twisted figure in mid-air quickly rolled and flashed, turning into a man wearing a brown-black wizard robe.
The man raised his hand and lifted the black hood on his head. He was wearing a simple and neat combat wizard robe, long windbreaker, and leather gloves. He held a short black wand in one hand, and in the other...
Carrying a blue helmet.
Under the blue helmet, blood was still dripping.
He walked towards the crowd at a leisurely pace, and casually threw the head with the blue helmet in his hand on the floor.
"boom!"
This head, which was obviously larger than ordinary people, hit the floor, making everyone present feel terrified.
This handsome man with curly brown hair first cast a contemptuous glance at the middle-aged man in the black robe, then scolded "Mudblood" in disdain, ignored his angry eyes, pointed to the head on the floor, and looked around at everyone in the cabin , said:
"This is the space warrior that makes you so scared to death that you can't wait to run away now?"
Everyone in the cabin looked at the head on the floor, all speechless.
"So cowardly, as cowardly as a few poor stray dogs. I beat myself to death outside, and you will discuss how to escape later?"
Everyone was silent, and no one answered the man's words.
The ice beauty on the sickbed looked at the man's aggressive posture with satisfaction, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and said loudly:
"Look, look, the oracle of the Lord of Change is not wrong. Except for a few think tank units, the space warriors are afraid of magic. Magic can easily penetrate their indestructible armor, ignoring their strong muscles and hard bones. Straight to their souls!"
"Astartes are not invincible, they also have weaknesses, and they have many weaknesses!"
Hearing Chen Xinlu's words, and seeing the head still dripping with blood on the floor, the hearts of the magicians present were a little moved.
That's right, Space Marines are not as invincible as rumored.
Saint Tzeentch, master of fortune, master of lies, did not tease them this time.
What he said was true.
Space warriors are afraid of magic, and magic can defeat space warriors!
In the eyes of all the reincarnators present, something called hope ignited.
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PS: Thanks for the big cat male bear's reward, (ω)
1. The "Gordo Gold Thoroughbred Handbook" really appeared in the 41st millennium. The plot required it, so I made it ahead of time.
2. Many book friends know that Tzeentch is the god of fate, magic, change, deceit, etc... But in fact, Tzeentch is still the god of hope.
Because... Despair will only make you resign yourself to fate and sigh, and only in the hope and expectation of hope will new moths be born.