Chapter 2 01.0002: "The only iron law in this world"

boom!
After a deafening gunshot, there was the dull sound of a body hitting the wall of the carriage.

Horatio's heartstrings tightened, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

"What are you doing... Ugh!!!" Before the angry old man could even yell, he was stabbed wildly with sharp knives by two people who rushed towards him.

Horatio felt the warm, lubricating liquid splash against his cheek.

--Blood.

Horatio glanced with his blue eyes and saw that the helmet visor of the escort on the right was shot with a bloody hole, and he died tragically.

The grumpy old man on the left, who had just been venting his anger at himself, had now been stabbed in the chest and was covered in blood.

"Cough, uh..." He leaned on Horatio, his eyes staring at him, full of shock and fear, and only snoring sounds blocked by blood bubbles could come out of his throat.

After the horrified eye contact, Horatio could not help but shudder. The heavy body made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He instinctively pushed his elbow forward, and the grumpy old man fell sideways on the terrace seat.

After a while, the dark red blood flowed to the ground, soaking the soles of the shoes red.

"You are committing treason! Let me go! Get out!" The Lady Huntress was being besieged by several people and shouted.

Just as Horatio was about to get up and do something, a knife was pressed against his pale neck.

"Behave yourself, or I'll kill you."

A scarred burly man in a Hive Marshals uniform pressed Horatio down on the seat with his knee, and he could feel the blade against his neck exerting a slight force.

The blade scratched Horatio's neck, and the scarred man smiled maliciously, enjoying the pleasure of intimidation.

Horatio pursed his lips and clenched his teeth.

The situation is not good, but if we rush into a conflict without even removing the handcuffs, we will definitely pay a heavy price.

After weighing the pros and cons, Horatio decided to endure it for the time being, so he lowered his head silently and pretended to be submissive.

The scarred man was so smug that he spat in Horatio's face, completely unaware that his eyes were extremely cold.

"Puff!" A muffled sound interrupted the scarred man's "enjoyment".

Although the Lady Huntress was a woman, she was not inferior to men due to her advance warning and superb fighting skills, and the cultists were unable to subdue her for a long time.

She threw the man who had grabbed her arm to the ground with her shoulder, and then twisted his arm with her backhand with a snap.

A shrill scream echoed in the carriage. Seeing how capable she was, everyone rushed towards the Lady Huntress, determined to crush her with their huge crowd.

The wounded man was lying in a pool of blood, rolling on the ground holding his broken arm, and unknowingly rolled to Horatio's feet.

He looked grimly at the cultist who was posing as a hive bailiff, murderous intent evident on his face.

Not only was he filled with hatred for what the scarred man had just done, but through the original owner's memory, he remembered every debt these guys owed him.

They raped, robbed, killed and ate people's hearts, and tortured children. When he tried to stop them from performing evil sacrifices, he was accidentally arrested.

The 'labor gang', which was regarded as hope by the port workers, collapsed after losing its leader, and no one spoke for it anymore.

The poor have once again become tools to be exploited mercilessly, without any protection, and work in extremely dangerous jobs in the port cargo area in two shifts all day long.

What made him grit his teeth the most was that he had struggled desperately to climb from the lower nest to the middle nest.

The days had finally gotten by, but in the blink of an eye, all the efforts we had made were destroyed, and now even our lives were in danger.

The clue to his life experience that he had been investigating painstakingly for five years in the port area was almost revealed when he was imprisoned.

It’s all these guys’ fault...!
Horatio's teeth were clenched with anger, and every breath he took was hot.

While everyone's attention was on subduing the female huntsman, he stomped on the cultist's helmet.

Click! Snap! ——

The cross-section of the fiberglass mask was like a sharp blade that could cut paper, and under his strong stomping, it pierced straight into the man's face.

Before the injured man could scream, Horatio stamped on his throat.

Gada! —

Like stepping on an egg, the neck under his feet instantly turned into dislocated and broken bones and skin, and the entire cervical spine was exaggeratedly stomped into a curved bow shape by the powerful brute force.

The speed was so fast that the guy died silently on the spot without making even a sound.

Horatio, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, he realized that he had killed a scum.

He blinked his dry eyes, his mouth slightly swelled, and his dry throat swallowed involuntarily. The look in his eyes when he looked at the corpse changed from cold to incredible. His right eyelid kept twitching and his breathing gradually became rapid.

[Is this my instinct?] Horatio was in awe of the killing instinct that this body had developed after so much time in the Lower Nest.

He bit his lip and quickly adjusted his thoughts.

A rusty taste filled his bitter and tasteless mouth, awakening some of his dormant taste buds and helping him calm down quickly.

[These guys are evil cultists who are violating the law of nature and committing all kinds of evil.]
[The knife is at your neck, what is there to hesitate about?]
[The only ones who fell to the ground and got cold were them, not me!]
In his mind, Horatio used the psychological suggestion method he learned in his previous life to constantly work on himself.

This is a world that is extremely dark.

Killing and being killed is the only iron law in this world.

No mercy, no compassion, only adaptation.

After a while, Horatio opened his eyes again, with a hint of determination in them.

hum-

The ethereal voice sounded again, and Horatio shuddered. He straightened his body slightly, and looked around calmly, and found that it seemed that he was the only one who could hear it.

As soon as Horatio closed his eyes, he found a few small sparks floating into the 'experience bar'.

Only at this moment did he realize that the so-called "experience" was actually the fire of the soul!

It was Chinese New Year before I traveled through time, and I had nothing to do, so I used the pink app to review a lot of the plot and settings of the Translation Court. I also bought a few sets of Blood Angels and Battle Sisters chess pieces, which gave me a relatively complete understanding of the Warhammer world.

He remembered that although the bodies of the people in this world were in the physical universe, their souls had projections like flames in the subspace.

This is the 'fire of the soul'.

These flames are large and small, and some of them are individuals who can connect to the warp through mental power and are called psykers.

This is both a blessing and a curse.

Advanced psykers can wield powerful and terrifying powers, but the Warp is full of dangers.

Once these talents are used, there is a chance that they will be dominated by the sinister things in the subspace and become a portal connecting the subspace and the real world.

However, Horatio is not worried about this problem.

When the original owner entered the orphanage in the Lower Nest, he was tested and found to be not a psychic, so he was not worried about being captured by the Black Ship, let alone being thrown into the Star Torch and burned as firewood.

『+Soul Fire: 10/10+』

The soul fire slot slowly filled up, emitting a golden glow that gathered on the talent tree.

『+Activatable functions+』

『+Soul Fire: 0/20+』

In an instant, the talent tree, which was originally mostly dim, suddenly had several flashing circles of light at the bottom, as if attracting Horatio to make a choice.

Horatio frowned slightly, raising and lowering his eyebrows, and quickly scanned the skills that could be activated. "+ Machine Soul Favor: Consume one grid of energy, and any low-level machine soul carrier that passes through will be greatly pleased by the machine soul. Passive: Gain extraordinary knowledge acquisition efficiency. +"

"+Psychic Attunement: Consume one grid of energy, and you can manipulate and utilize all low- and medium-level psychic powers within a 25-meter radius around you for a period of time, while increasing (psychic) ​​or decreasing (soulless) corruption by two grids. Passive: In the psychic environment, the 'Dark Hand' slowly recharges itself, 4 hours/grid. +"

"+Power Fist: Consume one grid of energy to overload the prosthetic power system for a period of time. Passive: Activate the prosthetic power system to increase strength. +"

[Everyone wants...]
Horatio had not yet made up his mind when he was interrupted by a cry of pain.

"Hush, you cultists, I am a noble! The daughter of the legendary naval lord and captain of the Empire! I will handcuff you to ramming horns! Let meteorites smash you into pieces in the void!"

The female hunter was hit by a baton from behind, and the custom rifle in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

During the fight, facing the attacking enemy, she stepped on the ground, jumped up, and kicked the scarred burly man hard in the crotch, but she was also knocked to the ground.

"Ouch!" The scarred man jumped back a few steps, covering his crotch, but soon the pain turned into anger.

His eyes were red and he ignored the pain and rushed to the girl who had just crawled up from the ground.

Snapped!
"Ah!" A heavy and crisp slap accompanied by the girl's shrill scream pierced Horatio's eardrums.

The equipment on the huntress's head was blown away, and her long light golden hair poured out like a waterfall. The refreshing night-blooming jasmine suddenly filled the air, making people feel confused.

She looked very young, probably only sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features and a pretty face.

There was a heartbreaking red mark on her round, fair, creamy cheek.

Crystal clear tears rolled in a pair of watery green almond eyes, but refused to fall.

She looked at these cultists disguised as law enforcers with resentment, bit her lip, and rushed up to fight them again.

"Hmph, you little bitch, so what if you're a noble! So what if you're the daughter of a colonel! Hahaha, I'm going to kill you today!" The scarred burly man roared with his eyes wide open, and rushed forward with a baton.

Beep, beep, beep—the communicator beeped.

"How's it going?"

A low, greasy voice came from the communicator. Horatio pricked up his ears and tried his best to catch the message from the noise and screams.

"Everything is going well, High Priest, we have already controlled the two sacrifices." replied an imposter.

"Very good, bring him here as soon as possible. He is an important ritual material, don't hurt him! As for the woman, it's fine as long as she's alive, but she can't be a virgin!"

"Hehehe. As you command, sir!"

The pretender grinned and glared at Horatio with a sly look. Seeing that he was still sitting in his seat honestly, he stared at the exposed huntress with a lewd look, completely ignoring his fellow believer who was lying in the blood.

Beep—communication interrupted.

"Did you hear what the officiating priest said? Line up and come forward one by one!"

All the onlookers swallowed their saliva. To them, the noble girl was a white swan that they could never touch in their lifetime, let alone such a peerless beauty.

They pushed the unarmed female vigilante back to the rear hatch and cornered her, with evil smiles on their faces.

"..."

Horatio watched grimly as the thugs performed their despicable acts.

Now that their guard has been lowered, this is the best moment for counterattack that I have been waiting for.

[It’s time to settle this account…]
The anger of the ego and the body's instincts was turning into an irrepressible rage that surged up like gushing magma.

"+Activating Power Fist...1%+"

The stream of light began to spread slowly from the palm of the prosthesis to the entire prosthesis.

The scarred burly man who slapped the huntress laughed like a boar and led his men to attack the blonde girl.

"Go to hell, you despicable heretic! The Emperor will punish you eventually!" The Huntress broke the nose of one of them with a punch.

But she was no match for so many strong men. After being knocked to the ground by the cultists who rushed over, she was handcuffed and pushed back, falling at Horatio's feet.

Even so, there was still a gleam of indomitable spirit in her eyes.

Even though her delicate white wrists were rubbed red by the shackles, she was still struggling hard with gnashing teeth.

"+Activating Power Fist...55%+"

The alloy handcuffs on Horatio's prosthetic limbs creaked and the surface began to crack.

"All of you get to the back! I'll go first!" The scarred burly man pushed the others away impatiently, kicked the girl's fallen helmet away, and walked towards her.

Seeing that the last resistance had failed.

The helpless Lady Huntress felt hopeless. She weakly lowered her noble head, her messy and smooth golden hair falling down, hiding the painful expression on her face.

Mom, I'm sorry, I can't avenge you...

Dad, I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations...

But I will never be tainted by these scumbags...

May the Emperor redeem my soul...

With her hands handcuffed, she placed her tongue between her white teeth.

"I will always be loyal to the Prince of Darkness, the King of Debauchery, the Lord of Pleasure! Uh-huh!" The scarred burly man yelled like a monkey in heat, and approached the girl bound in shackles with a wicked grin.

Horatio suddenly straightened up, attracting everyone's attention.

Although this girl is rude and mean, she is also conscientious in her duties as a law enforcer.

Horatio saw that the handcuffs were about to come off, so he prepared to help her now.

"Bah! How shameless! So many people bullying a girl, even the Prince of Darkness would be ashamed of you."

Before the scarred sturdy man could make a move, he was interrupted by a scolding, which was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, ruining his mood.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

"What the hell are you yelling about? You bastard!" The scarred man stepped over the fallen blonde girl, clenched his huge fists, and rushed towards Horatio.

"I said……"

Horatio sneered and stood up from his seat.

He stretched his stiff neck and taunted calmly:

"Your half-human, half-ghost-looking master is ashamed of you."

The scarred burly man, who was much taller than Horatio, slammed the broken baton to the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, face, and arms.

"I'm going to smash your pretty boy's mouth today!"

The sturdy man cursed, raised his fist, and rushed straight towards Horatio's face.

"+Activating Power Fist...99%+"

The alloy handcuffs on the prosthetic limbs disintegrated and fell to the ground...

　Warm congratulations to the Guteras People’s Navy on its 75th anniversary!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)