Fu Jinghai led the team through this bloody passage filled with plasma and corpses.

A group of people armed with various weapons, like space pirates, launch a suicide attack on themselves.

All this made Fu Jinghai and the team members very puzzled.

Yes, suicide attacks.

In the eyes of Fu Jinghai and others, a mortal holding an ordinary weapon to charge Astarte is not a symbol of courage, but is equivalent to suicide.

Fu Jinghai recalled the scene that happened to the ninjas of the Kotohei group on the hijacked space merchant ship, and the space pirates on the merchant ship at that time, when they saw Fu Jinghai for the first time, did not fire a shot, turned around and ran.

This is the attitude of a mortal who does not drive an armored vehicle when facing Astarte.

What's the fight, it's over.

Fu Jinghai used the tip of his knife to pick up a "little arm" on the floor that was obviously different from a normal human arm, this little arm grew on top of a normal arm, and there was a feather on it.

Fu Jinghai said to the team members, "Have you noticed, many of them are mutants. ”

Just as the word Xenomorph is used in most contexts to refer to a parasite with a black banana head and a slender exoskeleton, in Warhammer 40K it is used by the Human Empire to refer to all aliens in general.

In Warhammer 40K, the word mutant does not refer exclusively to humans who have X genes in their bodies and have awakened, as in the Marvel Universe, but to all humans whose bodies have been mutated.

A small number of them are accepted and tolerated by the Imperial society, but the majority of mutants are not accepted by the Empire, they are discriminated against and ostracized, and these people are often reduced to bandits, thieves and cultists.

"......Hmm," said Albuthron, crouching down and looking at the corpse of a pirate:

"Judging by the index of the "Goldogold Purebred Handbook", these people are actually considered mutants, but the degree of mutation of some people has not yet been clearly shown on the outside."

Albuslang ripped open the clothes of a corpse, pointed to the blue scales on his chest and said:

"You see, the skin on his chest is scaling."

White Scars often fought on the farthest front lines against the Xenomorphs during the Great Expedition, and had few opportunities to suppress mutant rebellions internally.

Hearing this, Humar asked curiously, "Al No, do you still know mutants?" ”

Albuslang nodded and said, "In the early days of my service, I dealt with an incident of mutant miner uprising in the mining world, and they were all ...... It's miserable. ”

Fu Jinghai was a curious baby, and immediately asked when he heard this:

"The Goldogold Thoroughbred, what's that?"

Albuslang replied: "It is an official guide written by the Empire to judge the degree of deviation from humanity, and those with a score of 10-49 are considered subhuman, and those with more than 50 points are not considered human." ”

Fu Jinghai nodded, the human empire of Warhammer 40K is very conservative, they don't eat cultural identity, as long as you look too strange, no matter how you define yourself in your head, even if you define yourself as a human being, in the eyes of the imperial government, you are no longer human.

(Rocket Raccoon and Furycon cry and faint in the toilet)

In this sense, Astarte is certainly not human.

Astarte is an angel.

The Angel of Death in charge of killing.

Fu Jinghai said: "They are just mutated in their bodies, but their brains have not mutated, but all living things have the instinct to survive, and mutation should not be the reason for them to launch suicide attacks." ”

Even if mutants hate the Empire and want to trouble the Empire, but fighting Astarte with a bunch of ordinary weapons is a brainless act.

Albuslang agrees with Fu Jinghai, but he has no better explanation.

The space waste ship floats in subspace all the year round, and there is no protection of the Geller force field here, even if it is originally a normal person, it is easy to mutate when it comes to the space waste ship, and it is reasonable to say that there is a group of mutants here.

Fu Jinghai led the team to move forward.

Feathers, blue scales...... Fu Jinghai thought back to these mutations on the corpse.

This mutation tendencies struck him as familiar.

I had some bad premonitions in my heart.

……

In the depths of the wrecked spaceship, a cabin is cluttered with various items, tattered sofas, crooked mattresses, and dirty cloths spread on the floor.

Burnt cigarette butts littered the ashtray and floor, empty white pillboxes littered everywhere, and dried coffee stains remained in cups that rested haphazardly on the floor.

Inside the cabin, several people of different shapes were gathered together, nervously looking at a woman sitting on the bulkhead.

The woman had long, silky black hair, a yellow-black tights that framed her bumpy figure, and a cloth belt that wrapped her eyes.

She was sitting on the floor, her back against the bulkhead, trembling, her head and shoulders swinging uncontrollably, and her mouth was babbling "uh-uh-uhh

The men and women around her gathered around her, all of them watching her nervously, and no one spoke.

"Ho-" There was a sharp inhalation, and the woman with the cloth belt over her eyes came back to her senses and stopped swinging.

"How's that, how's that, what do you see?"

A man next to him hurriedly asked.

The woman with the cloth in her eyes turned her head to look at the man who was questioning, 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 golden lightning, I saw it, he killed us, killed us all."

The blind woman's voice trembled, filled with great fear.

Everyone present looked at each other.

"Uh...... Can I understand that she means in the future...... We lost, didn't we? ”

A woman asked hesitantly.

"Then, what then, we run now, and ...... Is it still too late? ”

A middle-aged man in a black robe over a suit and leather shoes asked anxiously.

A plain-looking man, hearing the questions of several companions, did not say much, but slowly moved to the sofa near the hatch.

"Everyone!"

A cold drink came from the side.

Everyone turned to see a sickly woman lying on a mattress, with a pair of delicate silver-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of her slender nose, long hair scattered at the sides of her face, and her cheeks flushed with a sickly flush.

She was covered with a shabby gray blanket, and at this moment she was staring coldly at the crowd in a circle, and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the ability to be blind only sees a certain possibility of the future, it does not mean that it is an immutable future."

The sick beauty, half-leaning against the wall, her chest heaving, breathing weakly, sweat drenching her fine hair, pressed against the side of her face and forehead, a simple white shirt revealed on the blanket, a slender neck and delicate collarbone faintly visible between the slits of the collar.

Her eyelashes drooped, with a little repulsive coldness, and a cold light in her eyes, cold as a dagger.

"Use your brains and think about it, if the blind vision sees the real future, then the Vizel School for the Gifted and Talented Teenagers will not immediately enshrine her as a treasure, and even Professor X will deign to come and ask for advice, right?"

The corners of her mouth curled up with a sneer, and she continued:

"Prophecy always has limitations, a guy who can't even confuse telepathy and prophecy fragments, if you can really predict the future, wouldn't you have become an alpha-level mutant long ago?"

"Am I right, blind, or called, blind second generation? Ha, does anyone know who your first generation was? ”

The blind girl sitting on the ground slowly stood up, and her eyes wrapped in cloth "stared" in the direction of the sick woman, and said:

"You don't have to belittle my abilities, Chen Lu, I've graduated from Witzel Academy, I'm an X-Men, and you're the one who was disgraced and removed by Kama Taj."

She said calmly: "I haven't finished what I said just now, in the picture, I also saw your sister, Chen Xue." ”

"Ah......h

The woman on the sickbed was also slightly stunned.

A person looked at Chen Xinlu and asked:

"Chen Lu, why is your sister also here, she is not a space marine, she is a wizard, wizards should not appear in the ranks of the loyal faction, did you betray us!"

Chen Lu, the iceberg sick beauty, gritted her teeth and snorted coldly:

"Hehe, I betrayed you, what is there for everyone here to be betrayed by me, don't forget, in Shiweilin Nest, who saved your dog's life when you got carried away!"

Speaking of this, she looked coldly at the middle-aged man in the suit in the black robe.

The man faced Chen Lu's gaze and lowered his head weakly.

He remembered that when he had just descended into a nest world in the Warhammer 40K universe, he was bullied by the local nest people, and he was angry and used magic on the spot to teach that person a lesson.

"Who led you to meet Baron Zedu, took the line of the Hive Capital's magnates, avoided the pursuit of the Silent Nuns and the Imperial Guard, and hid on the space wreck, huh?"

Chen Xinlu said, and looked at several other people.

The few people who were glanced at by Chen Xinlu's eyes lowered their heads a little embarrassed.

Although they belong to the same camp, they do all accept Chen Lu's affection, and they really shouldn't turn around and question her when they are in danger at this moment.

At this moment, a spell suddenly sounded out of thin air in the cabin:

“Apparate！” (Phantom Shifting)

A twisted figure quickly rolled and flashed in mid-air, turning into a man in a brown and black wizard's robe.

The man raised his hand and lifted the black hood above his head, he was dressed in a simple and neat battle wizard robe, a long trench coat, leather gloves, and a short black wand in one hand, and the other ......

He was carrying a blue helmet.

Under the blue helmet, blood was still dripping.

He walked towards the crowd and threw his blue helmeted head to the floor.

"Bang!"

This head, which was obviously larger than ordinary people, smashed on the floor, making the hearts of everyone present feel awe.

This handsome man with brown curly hair first glanced at the middle-aged man in the black robe with disdain, scolded "mudblood" disdainfully, ignored the other party's angry eyes, stretched out his hand and pointed to the head on the floor, looked around at everyone in the cabin, and said:

"This is the Space Marines who scared you to death and wanted to slip away now?"

Everyone in the cabin looked at the head on the floor, and they were speechless.

"So cowardly, cowardly like a few poor stray dogs, I'm fighting to the death outside, and you're discussing how to escape later?"

The crowd 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 were slightly hooked, and she said loudly:

"Look, look, there's nothing wrong with the oracle of the Lord of Change, except for a few think tank units, the Space Marines are afraid of magic, which can easily penetrate their indestructible armor, ignore their strong bodies and hard bones, and hit their souls!"

"Astarte is not invincible, they also have weaknesses, they have a lot of weaknesses!"

Hearing Chen Xinlu's words, and seeing the head on the floor that was still dripping with blood, the magicians present were a little moved in their hearts.

That's right, Space Marines aren't as invincible as rumored to be.

Saint Tzeentch, the Master of Fortune, the Lord of Lies, did not tease them this time.

What He said was true.

Space Marines are afraid of magic, and magic can defeat Space Marines!

In the eyes of all the reincarnators present, something called hope was ignited.

…………

PS: Thanks for the tip of the big cat bear, (ω)

1. "The Goldogold Thoroughbred Handbook" really appeared in the 41st millennium, and the plot needed it, so I let it be advanced.

2. Many book lovers know that Tzeentch is the god of fate, magic, change, deception, and so on...... But in fact, Tzeentch is still the god of hope.

Because...... Despair will only make you sigh in resignation, and only in the hope and expectation of hope will a new moth be born.

(End of chapter)