Chapter 60 Hope is Coming
Fu Qinghai led the team through this bloody passage filled with blood plasma and body parts.
A group of people, like space pirates, armed with various weapons, launched a suicide attack on themselves.
All this puzzled Fu Qinghai and his team members.
Yes, it was a suicide attack.
In the view of Fu Qinghai and others, for mortals to charge against Astartes with ordinary weapons is not a symbol of courage, but tantamount to suicide.
Fu Qinghai recalled the scene when he encountered the ninjas of the Kotohira Group on the hijacked space merchant ship. At that time, the space pirates on the merchant ship turned around and ran away without firing a shot when they saw Fu Qinghai for the first time.
This is the attitude that mortals who do not drive armored vehicles should have when facing Astartes.
Why fight? Just run away.
Fu Qinghai used the tip of the knife to pick up a "little arm" on the ground that was obviously different from a normal human arm. This little arm grew on a normal arm and had a feather on it.
Fu Qinghai said to the team members: "Have you noticed that many of them are mutants?"
Just like how the word "alien" in most contexts refers specifically to parasitic creatures with black banana heads and skinny exoskeletons, but in Warhammer 40K it is used by the Human Empire to refer to all aliens.
In Warhammer 40K, the word mutant does not refer specifically to humans with awakened X genes in their bodies like in the Marvel Universe, but refers to all humans whose bodies have mutated.
A small number of them can be accepted and tolerated by the Imperial society, but most mutants are not accepted by the Empire. They are discriminated against and excluded, and these people often become robbers, thieves and cultists.
"Hmm..." Albus Lang squatted down, carefully looked through the body of a pirate, and said,
"According to the index of the Goldokin Purebred Manual, these people are actually mutants, but the degree of mutation of some people has not yet been clearly manifested in their appearance."
Albus Lang tore open the clothes of a corpse, pointed at the blue scaly skin on his chest and said,
"Look, the skin on his chest has become scaly."
During the Great Crusade, the White Scars often fought on the farthest front lines against alien races, and had few opportunities to suppress mutant rebellions and uprisings.
Hearing this, Humar asked curiously: "Al, do you know anything about mutants?"
Albus Long nodded and said, "Early in my service, I dealt with an uprising of mutant miners on a mining world. They were all... miserable."
Fu Qinghai was a curious baby, and immediately asked:
"The Goldokin Purebred Manual, what is that?"
Albus Lang replied, "It is a guidebook written by the Empire to determine the degree of deviation from humanity. Those with a score between 10-49 are considered subhuman, and those with a score over 50 are no longer human."
Fu Qinghai nodded. The human empire in Warhammer 40K is very conservative. They don't care about cultural identity. As long as you look too strange, no matter how you define yourself in your mind, even if you still define yourself as a human being, in the eyes of the imperial government, you are no longer a human being.
(Rocket Raccoon and Fury fans fainted in the toilet)
From this perspective, Astartes is certainly not human either.
Astartes are angels.
The angel of death who is in charge of killing.
Fu Qinghai said: "Their bodies have only mutated, but their brains haven't. All living things have the instinct to survive. Mutation shouldn't be a reason for them to launch a suicide attack."
Even if mutants hate the Empire and want to cause trouble for it, it would be brainless for them to go against the Astartes with a bunch of ordinary weapons.
Albus Lang also agreed with Fu Qinghai's opinion, but he had no better explanation.
The space hulk drifts in the subspace all year round. There is no protection from the Geller force field here. Even if a person was originally normal, it is easy for him to mutate on the space hulk. It is reasonable that a group of mutants appear here.
Fu Qinghai led the team forward.
Feathers, blue scales... Fu Qinghai recalled the changes on the corpse.
This mutation tendency seemed familiar to him.
I had a bad feeling in my heart.
…
Deep inside a wrecked space ship, in a cabin, various items were placed in a mess, with a tattered sofa, a crooked mattress, and dirty cloth spread on the floor.
The ashtray and the floor were filled with burnt cigarette butts, empty white medicine boxes were scattered everywhere, and there were dried coffee stains left in the cup placed casually on the floor.
Inside the cabin, several people of different appearances were gathered together, nervously looking at a woman leaning against the cabin wall.
The woman had long, smooth black hair, and a yellow and black tights that outlined her curvy figure. A piece of cloth covered her eyes.
She was now sitting on the floor, her back against the bulkhead, her whole body trembling, her head and shoulders shaking as if out of control, and she was mumbling tremblingly "uh uh hmm" from her mouth.
The men and women around her were all looking at her nervously, and no one spoke.
"Huh——" With a sudden breath, the woman with her eyes covered came to her senses and stopped shaking.
"How is it, how is it, what did you see?"
A man next to him asked hurriedly.
The woman with her eyes covered with cloth turned to look at the man who was asking the question and said in a trembling voice,
"I saw it. I saw him. That man, the tall man in the bone-white armor. I saw the emblem of golden lightning. I saw it. He killed us. He killed all of us."
The blind girl's voice was trembling and filled with great fear.
Everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Uh... Can I understand her to mean that in the future... we lose, right?"
A woman asked hesitantly.
"Then, what should we do? If we run now, will... we still have time?"
A middle-aged man in a suit and a black robe asked anxiously.
A man with ordinary looks heard the questions from several of his companions. He didn't say much, but slowly moved to the sofa near the cabin door.
"Everyone!"
A cold shout came from the side.
Everyone turned around and saw a sickly woman lying on the mattress. She had a pair of delicate silver-framed glasses on her thin nose, her long hair was disheveled on the sides of her face, and her cheeks were flushed with a sickly color.
She was covered with a tattered grey blanket and was staring coldly at the people gathered around her. She said:
"Everyone, the ability of blindness is just a way of seeing a certain possibility in the future. It doesn't mean that it is an unchangeable future."
This sick beauty was half leaning against the wall, her chest heaving as she breathed weakly. Sweat wet her soft hair, sticking to her face and forehead. A simple white shirt was revealed on the blanket, and her slender neck and delicate collarbone could be vaguely seen through the gap in the collar.
Her drooping eyelashes gave her a cold tone that kept people at a distance, and there was a sharp cold light in her eyes, as cold as a dagger.
"Think about it, if Blindsight saw the true future, wouldn't the Wiesel School for Gifted Youngsters immediately treat her as a treasure? Wouldn't even Professor X condescend to come and ask for advice?"
The corner of her mouth curled up into a sneer, and then she said:
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"Prophecy always has its limitations. If you can really predict the future, wouldn't you have become an Alpha-level mutant long ago if you can't even confuse telepathy with prophetic fragments?"
"Am I right, Blindsight, or Blindsight II? Ha, does anyone know who your first generation is?"
The blind girl who was sitting on the ground slowly stood up, her eyes wrapped in cloth "staring" in the direction of the sick woman, and said:
"You don't have to belittle my abilities, Chen Lu, I have graduated from Vizel Academy, I am an X-Man, and you are the one who was shamefully expelled from Kamar-Taj."
She said calmly: "I haven't finished what I just said. In the picture, I also saw your sister, Chen Xue."
"Ah..." Hearing these words, everyone present couldn't help but exclaimed.
The woman on the sickbed was also slightly stunned.
Someone looked at Chen Xinlu and asked,
"Chen Lu, why is your sister here? She is not a Space Marine, she is a wizard. Wizards should not appear in the loyalist team. Did you betray us?"
The beautiful iceberg disease beauty Chen Lu gritted her teeth and snorted coldly:
"Haha, I'm going to betray you. What do you have here that's worth betraying? Don't forget who saved your life in the Schwerin Nest when you were too proud of yourself!"
Having said that, she looked coldly at the middle-aged man in a suit and black robe.
Facing Chen Lu's gaze, the man lowered his head guiltily.
He remembered when he first landed on a hive world in the Warhammer 40K universe, he was bullied by the local hive people. He was so angry that he used magic to teach that person a lesson on the spot. The scene was so loud that it attracted the attention of the black ship that captured psychics. It was Chen Lu who took him away.
"Who was it that led you to meet Baron Zeddo, get in touch with the hive dignitaries, avoid the pursuit of the Sisters of Silence and the Imperial Guard, and hide on the space hulk, huh?"
Chen Xinlu said this and looked at the other people.
The few people who were swept by Chen Xinlu's gaze lowered their heads in embarrassment.
Although they belong to the same camp, they all owe Chen Lu a favor. It is wrong for them to turn around and question her when they are facing danger.
At this moment, a spell suddenly sounded out of nowhere in the cabin:
"Apparate!"
A twisted figure quickly rolled and flashed in the air, turning into a man in a brown and 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, a long windbreaker, and leather gloves. One hand held a short black magic wand, and the other hand...
He was carrying a blue helmet.
Blood was still dripping from under the blue helmet.
He walked towards the crowd and casually threw the head wearing a blue helmet in his hand to the ground.
"Bang!"
This head, which was obviously larger than an ordinary human's, hit the ground, causing everyone present to feel a chill in their hearts.
The handsome man with brown curly hair first looked at the middle-aged man in black robe with disdain, and called him "Mudblood" with disdain. Ignoring the other's angry eyes, he pointed at the head on the floor, looked around at everyone in the cabin, and said,
"Is this the Space Marine that scared you so much that you want to run away right now?"
Everyone in the cabin looked at the head on the floor in silence.
"You are so cowardly, as cowardly as a few poor stray dogs. I am out there fighting for my life, and you are discussing how to escape in the back?"
Everyone was silent and no one answered the man.
The icy beauty on the sickbed looked at the man's aggressive posture with satisfaction. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she said loudly:
"See, see, the oracle of the Lord of Change is not wrong. Except for a few think tank units, the Space Marines are afraid of magic. Magic can easily penetrate their indestructible armor, ignore their strong muscles and hard bones, and directly strike their souls!"
"It's not that the Astartes cannot be defeated. They also have weaknesses. They have many weaknesses!"
After hearing Chen Xinlu's words and seeing the head still dripping with blood on the floor, the magicians present were all tempted.
That's right, Space Marines are not as invincible as rumored.
Saint Tzeentch, the Lord of Fortune, the Master of Lies, did not tease them this time.
What He said is true.
Space Marines are afraid of magic, but magic can defeat Space Marines!
Something called hope ignited in the eyes of all the reincarnations present.
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PS: Thanks to Big Cat Xiong Xiong for the reward, (ω)
1. The "Gordo Gold Purebred Manual" actually appeared in the 41st millennium. Because of the plot requirements, I moved it forward.
2. Many book friends know that Tzeentch is the god of fate, magic, change, fraud, etc. But in fact, Tzeentch is also the god of hope.
Because... despair will only make you sigh and accept your fate, and only in the hope and expectation will new unexpected things be born.
(End of this chapter)