Chapter 458, Beasts biting each other

The steam train finally started, with a creaking sound. Even after the fully automatic biological miners were replaced, the dilapidated train track had not been improved in any particular way.

In the university, in the night, this empty train was breathing steam.

This track was no longer as lively as it once was. After hundreds of years of mining, this huge lead mine had long been riddled with holes. Every rotation had to go a very long distance deep underground.

Driving through the dark mine tunnel without a trace of light, the surface and middle layers of the ore veins had been completely mined out. Except for the supporting frame, most of the facilities were removed. Even the mining lamps were removed by the greedy guys of the Mining Committee. These old miners described this journey into the mine tunnel as heading towards hell.

Every time you go underground, it is not always so smooth. Death is commonplace. Any small accident may leave you completely. They have always used their lives in exchange for a barely sustainable life.

This is a cold mining planet. Most of the cities on this planet are mining cities. There is no choice in life. On this planet, you either choose to mine or you choose to mine.

It has always been like this. Even if Lao Kuanggao sometimes listens to the things described on the radio, he will be a little confused, but the cold snowflakes will always tell him again and again that those things are too far away from him.

Curled up, trembling, buried in snowflakes, in this cold carriage that is running with a hum.

Once, on this journey, a large number of ratmen would gather together, crowd each other, laugh, and enter the deep underground together.

Once, Lao Kuanggao thought that the world would not change again. He would keep mining until he died in the mine and could not climb out that day, but all this changed almost instantly.

Those stiff, silent, cold machines standing on the train, they completely replaced them.

But life has to go on. On this cold planet, they have been mining. They have been mining for a lifetime. They will not do anything else, and they can't leave here.

The steam train drove into the mine, the temperature was slowly rising, and the world dimmed in an instant.

The rats have low-light vision, which is a very practical skill, but in this deep mine, even low-light vision is useless.

A low breathing sound sounded in the darkness. In this extremely quiet environment, the biological miner sitting on the steam train noticed such an abnormality. A red light suddenly lit up, driving away the darkness for a short time.

But this light also broke the silence, and an old rat man curled up in the corner of the carriage was illuminated. In this weak red light, at this moment, the face of this illuminated guy was hung with an extremely horrified expression.

After the shock, there was fear and tyranny. The old miner tightly grasped the thing in his hand, an old miner, with an extremely ferocious expression. He couldn't die here, at least not now.

Slowly climbed up from the carriage and looked at the thing that found him not far away.

The old miner found a biological miner slave, which looked like a rough steel rat man made of steel. The red light that illuminated the old miner was the red searchlight on the head of the biological miner slave.

It seemed that a fight in the dark was about to happen, but the development was always unexpected.

The train passed a bend, and the old miner fell on the smooth surface of the carriage in the violent vibration. During the rolling, his head was broken and bleeding. This old guy was about to fly out. If he really fell from this steam train, he would be dead. In this dark mine tunnel, if he left the steam train, no rat man could crawl back to the ground alive, even the most senior rat man miners, they couldn't do it.

The old mine draft was about to roll out, and at this moment, his face was full of despair.

At the critical moment, a metal arm grabbed him.

Not long after, the steam train returned to the stable track again, and the old mine draft also landed in the carriage again. A man and a machine looked at each other at this moment, but the atmosphere was not so tense.

The old mine draft wanted to thank him, but the guy opposite was just a cold machine.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

The biological mining slave retracted his sight, the red light went out, and everything returned to darkness again.

He did not make any move for the existence of the old mine draft.

He was just a cheap machine, produced and brought here just for mining. Apart from this, his existence had no meaning, which also meant that he didn't have to do anything except mining.

The atmosphere suddenly became dull.

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There is still some time before those guys' crazy and whimsical immortal plan starts. The publicity has begun, but all kinds of preparations and implementation are not so easy.

The Skaven Empire is too big. It is not possible to transform all the Skavens without any hesitation.

The Skaven engineers are designing the social structure of the future, the social structure of the Skavens.

These guys are desperate and don't care about the consequences, but they also admit that they need more manpower to join them. At the same time, how can they maintain the stability of such a country in the Rat Empire where diseases and aging are fading together?

This plan was driven by the unlocking of an additional technology.

Rat engineers, they successfully crossed the distance limit of the vast physical universe for the interstellar empire.

Communication limit, they successfully broke the communication limit.

From the artificial brain, they found that if several sufficiently powerful biochemical brains run the same set of memory templates and are stuffed into the subspace at the same time, then a frequency server that transcends space limitations is born.

This is definitely a great creation.

To be honest, the Rat engineers don't really care about the future of the Rat Empire. Many of them are crazy people who only want to see results and don't care about the process.

Their actions may lead the entire Rat Empire to a kind of collapse.

They have always been crazy people, extremely radical crazy people.

It's just that although they dominate this era, they are not the absolute leaders of this era.

Rat bureaucrats, rat protestants, rat warlords, they all clamp down on these curious beasts who let their curiosity climb freely.

But why, why is this immortal plan still being promoted?

Everyone wants to witness immortality. Life is indeed a fascinating thing. It can make these guys make concessions without any agreement.

Maybe the rats are really cursed by long claws, or maybe this is the nature of the rats. After all, the lives of these guys are too short.

Even after so many years of the golden age, the life of the rats has not broken through the threshold of one hundred. If no means are used, an ordinary rat will die after living for eighty years.

Even if means are used, living for a hundred years is almost the same.

One hundred years, one hundred years, this is not a very short number, but the rats are already a standard cosmic race. Compared with this vast and unimaginable physical universe, a hundred years is still short.

But there is no way.

The rats are a race with defects, or in other words, all their advantages are based on a common defect.

Short life span.

The weak guys suddenly came to this world, spent a short time in the chattering and noisy, and then disappeared.

There are many geniuses and amazing guys among the generations of rats, but they are all like short-lived flames. The short life span has shaped many characteristics of the rats.

Impatience, quick success, and respect for life.

These are all related to the brevity of life. Because of the brevity of life, the vision cannot be seen for a long time. We must face this world eagerly. Slowly plotting these things will not be considered by the rats at all.

With the progress of civilization, the thoughts and culture of the rats are still so barren, even more barren than before.

This is not surprising. The scale of distance has been lengthened, but the scale of life has not kept up. These guys simply don’t have time to really think about something before death arrives, and at the same time, faith is gradually withering.

Most of the ratmen spend their lives running around for some cheap things that can flow out of huge factories like a tsunami. A small number of ratmen find that after having everything, they have no pursuit other than squandering what they have.

Once, the temple guards piously built temples one after another, and were even willing to stand in the temple of the gods until death.

Now, the ratmen bigwigs fiddle with the rare items collected from various planets, and can only do that simple and crude comparison.

In one squandering after another, they show their so-called style, and at the same time they are nervously peeping at those around them who can stand with them, fearing to fall, jealous of their companions' surpassing themselves, and greedily craving for more.

But what exactly do these guys crave?

It's not honor, they don't believe in honor at all, it's not faith, these guys have no faith, yes, it's material, there is only a comparison of material and squandering.

How sad it is. Can you imagine that in such a huge empire, the smart guys, the guys standing at the top, are empty and only have the defense, jealousy, and comparison with the smart guys around them.

They are even more like beasts driven by desire than those rat engineers and these lunatics.

At least, at least these rat engineers really want to see the result. No matter which comes first, the chicken or the egg, they care about holding the egg.

And these rat bigwigs, they just move forward mechanically in desire.

This state is annoying, so now, they want a longer life.

Of course, the entanglements of these bigwigs are very complicated and twisted. It will take a long time for them to give a real result for all this.

These guys will determine the future of the rats.

Rat engineers, rat bureaucrats, rat warlords, rat Protestants, rat merchants.

To be honest, each of these guys is a group of extremely excellent beasts. Yes, beasts. The rats have never completely entered civilization. These guys have their own shortcomings.

Unsuppressible desire, empty grasping for more, tyrannical conquest, chaotic beliefs, ugly greed.

They are all beasts. Now without Qi's suppression, they bite each other. It's extremely chaotic, but they decide the future of the rats.

Maybe the rats can be liberated after they really get rid of the life limit, and can face the cold physical universe more peacefully and rationally? Or maybe it will be worse? But one thing is certain, this group of guys really need a leader, a rat emperor.

Too chaotic! A big purge is needed!

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Above the empty and dark starry sky, a huge battleship is moving forward.

This warship is very unremarkable, with no identification on the exterior. It also seems that the radar on the warship has been silenced and painted black. If it weren't for the blue flame on the tail, it would be difficult to find such a warship in the universe.

Of course, whether it has characteristics depends on who it is compared with.

If you have ever encountered them by chance and survived, then you will probably never forget them for the rest of your life, and you will feel trembling involuntarily about such a black warship.

The current Skaven Empire is in chaos, and all parties are crushing each other at a high intensity, except for a group of guys, a group of guys with extremely simple minds.

The Skaven Guardians, Subspace Supervisors, Demon Killers, Psychic Hounds, Loyal Servant of the Skaven Emperor, Planet Destroyers, and Skaven Inquisition.

These guys were dealing with subspace invasions when Qi was not in hibernation, and they were still dealing with subspace invasions after Qi entered hibernation.

Being targeted by them is a big sin.

Because when these guys deal with those potentially contaminated areas and ratmen, the most common method is only one, that is killing!

Now, a team of Inquisition Knights have found an unusual clue, and they will verify it.

If it is just a misjudgment, then nothing will happen. They will come quietly and leave quietly, but if it is true, a killing is inevitable.