Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 457 Attacker

Medication distribution day.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, a faint odor of engine oil, and a deep-seated hope for improved health that permeated the crowd.

The mutants lined up quietly, receiving their health-maintaining vials one by one under the steady guidance of Ministry of Justice officials.

Beside the group, a simple bird divination device was running smoothly, emitting a low hum.

The low-ranking priest and his apprentice, sent by the Sage Olivia to assist with health monitoring, were intently operating the equipment.

The priest's arrival symbolizes Chen Xi's support for District D-7 and the Empire's attention to them.

However, this attention, like a pebble thrown into water, caused a reaction among the crowd and stirred up some restless thoughts in the shadows.

The line moved forward slowly.

A hunched mutant, wrapped in tattered work clothes, approached the scanning point.

He lowered his head, his eyes flickering uneasily in their murky light, and his movements were subtly stiff.

The junior priest stood solemnly beside the simple oracles, his face, partially covered by metal, hidden in the shadow of his hood. Only the optical lenses embedded in his eye sockets moved slightly, silently supervising the entire process.

The apprentices were completely focused on operating the equipment, their mechanical fingers moving nimbly between the data panel and the control lever.

As the scanner's steady, cold red light swept down over the hunched mutant's deformed body, the oracle emitted its distinctive buzzing sound, seemingly capable of penetrating flesh.

Wherever the red light passed, his taut muscles twitched slightly, as if the beam of light carried a tangible weight.

The apprentice stared intently at the rapidly scrolling readings on the data board, occasionally whispering a few binary bytes to the junior priest.

Scan complete.

The oracle emitted a short tick, then the buzzing stopped.

The apprentice nodded and made a mark on the data board.

The Ministry of Justice official then picked up a medicine bottle from the neatly stacked medicine bottles next to him and handed it over.

The hunched figure stretched out a slightly trembling hand and tightly gripped the small medicine bottle that held some possibility, his knuckles turning white instantly from the excessive force.

Just as the apprentice bent down to record the next person's information, the junior priest's optical lenses also turned towards the next person in line—

"Lies! All lies! The true God is eternal—!" A distorted, distorted roar, brimming with resentment, shattered the fragile order that D-7 District was barely maintaining!

That hunched body, like a spring that had been suppressed to its limit, suddenly burst forth with a terrifying speed!

A cold glint flashed from the greasy sleeve, and a bone dagger, made from the ribs of a mutated beast and with a strange dark green blade, stabbed straight at the exposed throat of the priest's apprentice who was closest to him and caught off guard, with a pure will of destruction!
"Heretics! Exterminate them!" Figshin's fierce shout and the sound of gunfire tore through the air at the same instant!
Decisive! Swift!
The tip of the bone dagger was just a hair's breadth away from the priest's apprentice's pale skin!
The explosive gun engraved with a sacred rose at her waist roared first, like the most direct extension of her will!
The moment the gunfire erupted, the heavy recoil was perfectly absorbed by the power armor!

"Bang—Boom!" The first explosive shell tore through the dull air, emitting a piercing shriek!

It flew past the priest's apprentice almost grazing his cheek as he abruptly turned his head in utter shock! The gust of air even ruffled the stray strands of hair on his forehead!

The bullet, carrying unparalleled kinetic energy, pierced with pinpoint accuracy between the attacker's raised eyebrows as he lunged forward! "Thud—!" The attacker's head exploded instantly, like a rotten fruit struck by tremendous force!
Crimson blood plasma mixed with grayish-white tissue fragments splattered violently in a radial pattern!
The priest's apprentice was thrown backward by the shockwave of the nearby explosion and the flying filth, his face covered in warm, sticky liquid, and he stood frozen in place.

Without any pause!

Figsin's explosive gun followed with a second muffled roar!

The second explosive shell struck precisely in the center of the headless torso that was still lunging forward due to inertia!

The enormous impact sent him flying off the ground, like a discarded, broken doll, crashing heavily onto a mountain of scrap metal parts several meters away with a dull thud!

"Boom—!" The bomb exploded violently inside his chest cavity!
A burst of orange-red, destructive flames instantly expanded from within the torso, completely engulfing it!

The twisted and mutated organs inside the torso were instantly reduced to charred fragments and a few wisps of smoke as they quickly dissipated under the ravages of high temperature and shockwaves!

From its outbreak to its end, it was faster than lightning, the entire process taking no more than the time it takes for a heartbeat to complete.

Figueir remained in the final firing position, wisps of acrid gun smoke rising from the muzzle.

Her helmet, covered with cold goggles, slowly rotated, and her sharp, razor-like gaze swept across the entire area like a searchlight, leaving no corner unchecked.

Sector D-7 fell into a deathly silence, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped its throat.

Only the dull echo of the bomb reverberating in the vast space, and the intense, almost solidified stench of blood, served as silent yet incredibly powerful proof of the horrific scene that had just unfolded.

Figesin's thunderous and decisive ruling was like a bucket of ice water poured over people's heads, instantly freezing the actions of most people and the exclamations that were about to escape their lips, and nipping the beginnings of chaos in the bud.

However, the dying chaos, like a dying venomous snake, did not dissipate its shadow; instead, it brewed a final and most frenzied bite in despair.

Just as the crowd was stunned into a state of shock by Figesin's bloody verdict, and a panicked commotion was surging on the edge like a flood about to burst its banks, another strange event occurred in the shadowy corner near that dilapidated shack area!

"For the true God! Burn this cage to the ground!" Taking advantage of the moment when the guards were completely distracted by the deafening gunshot and the stench of blood, two lurking figures pounced out like hyenas hunting their prey!

The target was a pile of discarded grease drums and flammable packaging materials!

In one of their hands, a dangerous flame flickered from an ignition device cobbled together from an old lighter and fuel tube!
The intention is obvious—to ignite this sea of ​​fire and reduce the entire D-7 area, along with everything within it, to ashes!

"No—! That's our shack! Stop—!" A furious roar, sharp as metal scraping and filled with terror and despair, rang out like a thunderclap!

A figure shot out from the panicked crowd like an arrow released from a bow, with an unstoppable momentum!
"Iron claws! Watch out!" a woman holding a child screamed, her voice shrill with fear.

The old man beside her gasped sharply, his cloudy eyes widening in shock.

The young man known as "Iron Claw" suddenly unleashed astonishing speed, his rusty, three-toed claw-shaped metal right hand slicing through the dim light with a cold, gleaming light!

With a piercing shriek that tore through the air, the claws did not strike the enemy, but instead gripped the igniter's right wrist like steel shackles as he was about to press the button!

"Ugh—!" The cultist screamed in agony as his wrist clenched, his fingers spasming as the deadly ignition device crashed onto the metal floor.

"Traitor! Scoundrel who blasphemes against the true God!" Another cultist's eyes were bloodshot. A gleam of cold light flashed as he drew a rough, serrated dagger from his waist. With all his brute force and malice, he stabbed it viciously into Iron Claw's unsuspecting back!

"Thud!" The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh sent chills down one's spine! The cold blade sank deep inside!
(End of this chapter)