The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 267, Part 3: What Four-Clawed God Emperor?!

The following day, a series of bells rang out from the top of the city, exactly thirteen times.

The bell tolled deep and long, echoing through the steel and concrete structure of the city.

The bottom of the nest is dark all day long, and it is impossible to tell whether it is morning or noon. In any case, when the bell rings through the rusty ventilation ducts, the residents of the community file out of their dark and cramped homes and gather together in groups.

They were all dressed in uniform black cloaks, the heavy fabric smelling musty in the damp air, and marched in neat rows toward a certain place.

Qin Ye followed in the crowd, also wearing the black cloak that had been assigned to him. Beside him was Pao's family, all dressed neatly. Even Pao's wife, who had just given birth the night before, followed in the group with a pale face.

Her empty arms remained in a craning embrace, while the newborn 'infant' had already been taken away by the so-called 'angel'.

The group walked through a winding, hidden passage and arrived at the bottom of the community.

As residents made their way down the rusty handrail, carrying candles, they slowly descended the dark underground path.

The rusty metal staircase groaned underfoot, and the dim candlelight cast flickering shadows on the damp walls.

During this time, Qin Ye noticed some kind of creature climbing in the darkness above his head, making rustling sounds.

Without even looking, it's obvious that they are definitely cunning, and there are many of them; a rough estimate suggests at least a hundred are moving parallel to them.

It's unclear whether this is protection or regulation.

The children, including Pao, excitedly greeted the 'angel,' who returned a gentle smile, which they considered to be a gentle smile.

The holy radiance emanating from the angels captivated and enchanted them.

Their cognition has been altered at the mental level by gene thieves.

In Qin Ye's eyes, the smile of that so-called angel was as bizarre as could be. Can you imagine an insect with sharp mouthparts smiling at you?
As for the faint light emanating from it, it was more like the candlelight lit at a banquet.

After walking along the dimly lit and crowded path to its end, everything suddenly opened up before my eyes.

Layers of curtains hung from the towering dome, embroidered with blurry patterns, from which some distorted 'imperial achievements' could be vaguely discerned.

However, the human heroes in those images seem to have vaguely insect-like outlines.

Beneath the curtains lies a sanctuary hall transformed from an abandoned factory. Rusty metal beams and pillars are painted with gold, and broken mechanical wreckage is piled up to form an altar. In the very center stands a statue of an 'emperor'.

"Praise be to the God-Emperor! Praise be to the Ruler of Mankind! Praise be to His Holy Majesty's claws and blades!"

The frenzied shouts surged through the crowd like a tidal wave. Believers knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the cold earth, their voices a mixture of trembling sobs and manic joy.

The hissing and whispering of the gene stealers transformed into sacred hymns in their ears, like heavenly music reaching their very souls, intoxicating them to the point of near fainting.

The cult's rule extends beyond the single community where Pao's family resides; it encompasses countless communities, almost permeating the entire Dihnes.

Qin Ye's gaze fell on the 'Emperor' statue with four sharp claws, and he pursed his lips.

That wasn't the giant golden Emperor at all, but a twisted monster with four sharp claws extending in all directions, like some kind of insectoid predator.

The statue's face is blurred, as if deliberately avoiding revealing the truth; only a pair of empty eyes look down at the believers, as if mocking them, or perhaps pitying them.

Undeniably, these bottom-nest inhabitants were extremely devout in their faith in the emperor.

They firmly believed that they were loyal to the Lord of Mankind, the Great Terran Emperor.

Tragically, their perceptions have been distorted, their minds polluted, and everything they see is nothing more than an illusion meticulously woven by gene thieves.

The angel they worshipped was an insect, and the emperor they sang praises had four claws.
They were loyal to the emperor in their hearts, not the emperor in reality.

Perhaps even those community elders who stand on the pulpit, passionately proclaiming the great achievements of emperors, have no idea what kind of nonsense they are worshipping.

Their fanaticism is real, their loyalty is blind, and their faith is pathetic.

Ignorance, stupidity, madness, blindness.

This is the most accurate portrayal of these people.

The chief elder's speech finally came to an end. He raised his wrinkled hand and slowly suppressed the surging tide of praise.

A warm, spring-like smile bloomed on that face etched with the marks of time, and a loud voice proclaimed:

"Your Majesty's benevolent subjects, we, the Four-Clawed Divine Emperor Ascension Sect, are the orthodox sect appointed by His Majesty!"

"However, those blinded parasites of the state religion have labeled us as heretics!"

"Although those fools are not worth worrying about, my children, you must remember to never reveal our sacred identity when you are out in the world."

His voice echoed under the dome, his face showing a compassionate expression.

These words are told to newborns every year.

The children, including Pao, had once been skeptical, but now they desperately wished they could drag those corrupt elements of the state church here and show them firsthand how ignorant they were.

"Next, let us welcome our new brothers and sisters to the altar to receive the blessings of the angels! To receive the holy kiss of the angels!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qin Ye, along with dozens of newcomers, slowly walked onto the rusty metal pulpit.

Pao stood in the crowd, his eyes gleaming with envy as he looked at Qin Ye.

He also wanted an angel's kiss, but his father said he didn't need a 'blessing' because he was born a member of the sect.

The newlyweds stood in a row on the stage, and everyone except Qin Ye was trembling uncontrollably.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion. Most of these people had been lured here by sweet talk, and only now did they realize with horror that the lofty faith spoken of by the community messengers was completely different from what they had imagined.

Bang!
A hideous, enormous gene stealer fell from the top of the rock.

It stood upright, waving its four sharp claws on its chest, and walked with eerie steps toward the first trembling woman. It opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and extended a tongue that looked like a needle.

The moment the sharp tongue pierced the woman's neck, a shrill scream echoed through the sanctuary. The woman's body convulsed violently, her pupils rapidly dilated and contracted, and she finally collapsed to the ground.

A moment later, when the woman stood up again, the fear in her eyes was gone, replaced by piety.

Then came the second and the third.
Qin Ye stood in the queue, his eyes quietly watching the cunning man getting closer and closer.

The primordial energy within his body flowed quietly, wisps of invisible breeze swirled around him, and black flames flickered faintly in his dark pupils.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened!

Suddenly, the cunning man in front of him burst into a maniacal laugh, a laugh laced with hysterical rage. "Heretics! All heretics! Die, heretics!"

As he spoke, he pulled out several grenades from his waist and threw them out.

Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and intense flames erupted like lava. The nearest believers didn't even have time to scream before their bodies melted like wax in the intense heat.

Even the gene stealer in front of the man was not spared. Its hard shell was meaningless in the face of the terrifying heat and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, leaving not even bone fragments.

"Hot melt! It's hot melt! Spread it out quickly!"

An elderly community member screamed frantically, only to see a molten metal bomb trace a perfect parabola through the air and land right above his head.

A burst of lava-like flames erupted, instantly engulfing and melting him.

There was more than one suicide bomber; there were several of them. Like martyrs infused with fanaticism, they frantically hurled deadly molten bombs in all directions.

The explosions and flames rose and fell, turning the sanctuary into a lava hell.

A suicide bomber shouted a battle cry, but was tackled by a gene stealer leaping down from the top of the rock the next second.

A dozen or so gene-stealers fell from above, their sharp claws tearing them to shreds in an instant.

The bloody riot came suddenly and subsided just as quickly.

The community elders, still shaken, loudly reassured the sect members and sharply criticized the heretics who had blasphemed the Four-Clawed God-Emperor.

However, at that moment, a blade of wind silently swept across their necks, the noise stopped abruptly, and heads rolled off one after another like marbles, making a dull thud on the metal ground.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire sanctuary, and everyone's gaze turned in unison to the figure surrounded by black flames.

"Yes, it's Brother Night Owl!"

Pao instinctively covered his mouth, his young face filled with shock and confusion. This stranger he had brought home now seemed like a demon who had walked out of hell.

Night Owl was the pseudonym Qin Ye gave to the Pao family. Using one's real name in the Warhammer world makes it easy to fall prey to warp demons and die without even knowing how.

“Heretical! He’s a heretic!” Papa roared hysterically, one hand trembling as he pointed at Qin Ye, the other gripping Pao’s collar tightly: “I told you not to bring strangers home!”

His eyes were bloodshot, and saliva splattered onto Pao's face.

Pao lowered his head in grievance, tears welling up in his eyes, but dared not refute.

Ogo, standing to the side, his eyes burning with venomous rage, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, he'll be torn to shreds by the Emperor's angels soon! Just wait and see, this heretic will die a horrible death!"

On the pulpit, surrounded by a dense swarm of gene stealers, Qin Ye strolled leisurely toward the four-clawed emperor sculpture and kicked over the iron rack holding the offerings with a 'bang'.

His fingers dug into the joints of the sculpture, his muscles tensed, and he forcefully tore off a sharp piece of iron as long as an arm.

The iron sheet had jagged edges and gleamed coldly in the dim light. As the spiritual power of the Wuji Dao enveloped it, a faint, translucent halo appeared on the originally rough surface of the iron sheet.

He then turned around, his calm voice completely unwavering:
"What are you waiting for? Come on!"

These words seemed to trigger a switch, and the swarms of gene stealers instantly went berserk. They roared, their sharp claws tearing through the air with a piercing whistling sound.

However, what awaited them was an even more terrifying sight.

The iron plate in Qin Ye's hand transformed into the scythe of death, its swings creating a devastating, chilling wind.

The blades crisscrossed in the air, forming an impenetrable net of death. The Genestealer's hard shell was as fragile as paper before this power. Wherever the blades passed, severed limbs fell like raindrops, and foul-smelling blood splattered on every corner of the pulpit.

Seeing the life essence continuously increasing in the notification, Qin Ye wasn't particularly happy.

The expected increase in global favor did not materialize.

If even alien species like the Tyranids can't increase the world's favorability, then perhaps only one kind of being in this universe can.

Warp demons, or those who embody chaos—warp chaos gods!

Thinking of this, Qin Ye felt a headache coming on. He had no clue how to kill the Chaos God.

Should we grab a knife, rush into the warp, and chop them up?
Qin Ye pursed his lips.

Let's focus on the present first.

As time went by, the remains of the gene-stealer piled up into a small mountain, and his foul-smelling blood flowed like a river.

Qin Ye stood atop the mountain of corpses, his black cloak billowing even without wind.

He looked around, and as far as his eyes could see, there were no more living gene stealers, only the group of infected people with terrified faces.

Just moments ago they were hysterically cursing heretics, but now they are like chicks with their throats being choked, unable to utter a sound.

The angels, whom they perceived as invincible and unapproachable, were being slaughtered like vegetables by the figure before them. They dared not even consider the true identity of this person, for that would fill them with immense fear.

Qin Ye ignored the group of tragically fated bottom-nest insects and slowly disappeared into the shadows.

As for these people, let them fend for themselves.

The massacre of the Genestealers did not make him overconfident. Compared to the regular wars in the Warhammer universe, what he had just done was just child's play.

The Warhammer world is completely different from the worlds Qin Ye had experienced before, and he alone would absolutely not be able to cope with the war in the Burning Galaxy.

Although the Bloodrage and Guilt Pleasure buffs make him invincible in group battles, war is not just a group battle, especially in the Warhammer universe.

In wars involving hundreds of millions, billions, or even tens of billions of dollars, it would be difficult to win even if one stood still and let the enemy cut one down.

In this universe, fighting alone would likely prevent one from even leaving the solar system, let alone facing the Chaos God.

So he came up with a new plan.

The first step is to become the planet's governor.

However, Qin Ye was not a high-ranking nobleman and was not qualified to be the governor of a planet. Therefore, in order to achieve this goal, he had to start by attacking the gang that controlled the lifeline of the bottom nest and gradually climb up to the top nest.

Don't underestimate the gangs of this world.

At the bottom of the hive, these gangs, entrenched near the water supply system, often have tens of millions of members, and in super-large hives, they can even reach a terrifying scale of billions.

Putting aside everything else, the Warhammer universe has an explosively large biological population.

(End of this chapter)