Warhammer Survival Guide

Father Simon remained silent for a long time before finally abandoning his paternalistic facade.

His eyes gradually turned cold.

"You're declaring war on a lot of people, Advisor. Not just the Rust Gang."

"I'm restructuring my assets." Lowe sat back in his chair and took a new form from his drawer.

"However, I am a reasonable person. Since you care so much about their souls, I can give you a chance."

"What opportunity?"

"You can go and offer 'last prayers' to those three young men, right before they leave."

"Love said meaningfully."

"I believe they must have a lot of things to confess to you. For example... where is the secret account that the Rust Gang has accumulated over the years?"

"Perhaps they'll also tell you the hideouts of several other gang leaders in the front district."

Father Simon was slightly taken aback.

This is a deal.

Loewe was implying to him:

Since they can't be saved, let's squeeze every last drop of value out of them.

Father Simon could use the opportunity of "prayer" to legitimately extract the gang's secret funds from these three men who were about to die.

They even used this as a starting point to seize the interests of other gangs.

In exchange, what Rowe wanted was for Father Simon not to stop him from dealing with the three thugs.

Father Simon thought for a few seconds, then laughed.

A knowing smile.

"You are a natural shepherd, Advisor." Father Simon stood up and straightened his robe.

"You know how to drive a flock of sheep to the edge of a cliff, then pick the fattest one and push it off, while the rest of the sheep are grateful."

"I accept your offer. The three lost sheep do indeed need final guidance."

The priest bowed slightly to Lowe, then turned and left the office.

"A shepherd..." Lowe murmured to himself.

He didn't like that title.

That's what he called the plague wizard.

The mastermind lurking in the shadows has turned the entire Gothic Sector, including Plenty II, into an inexhaustible slaughterhouse.

In that monster's eyes, the empire's loyal subjects were nothing more than walking organic breeding grounds; every few centuries, a batch would be corrupted, and the empire would send in a replacement.

He devours flesh and blood, he devours despair.

Use the wails of countless living beings to water the chaotic plague garden.

The fall of the Fourth and Ninth Granaries, and the lamentations of hundreds of thousands of laborers before their deaths, were yet another masterpiece of that wizard.

However, reality is just that absurd.

Sometimes Loewy has to play the role of "shepherd" appropriately.

For example, tonight.

……

Late at night, in Zone C3.

This place was originally an abandoned warehouse of the Seventh Grain Depot.

It has now been converted into a temporary resettlement site.

It was used to accommodate refugees from other grain depots.

Even with the ventilation system running at full capacity, it couldn't dispel the thick sense of despair that permeated the place.

In the far corner of the warehouse.

There was a separate cubicle enclosed by a few pieces of tattered canvas and an iron frame.

Three women live here.

Three widows of new recruits who have just lost their husbands.

After Lowe's "incognito visit" ended, old John, accompanied by several guards, secretly brought them here.

"This is the advisor's order," Old John said at the time. "The advisor has a secret mission for you. If you do it well, you'll be set for life."

They had no choice.

At this moment, the three young women were huddled together on a cot, shivering.

They were wearing thin linen pajamas.

In this environment filled with countless unfamiliar men, she stood out conspicuously and was particularly alluring.

"Will we die?" the youngest woman asked, her voice trembling with tears.

She was clutching a metal collar tightly around her neck.

Old John gave them what he called "amulet".

"Don't speak." The older woman covered her mouth, her eyes filled with terror as she observed the canvas curtain swaying in the wind. "The advisor said we just need to stay here and do nothing..."

Do nothing.

This is the content of the task.

In a refugee camp filled with hunger, chaos, and no law enforcement.

They arranged three young, beautiful widows, who had lost their husbands' protection, on a plate like fresh meat.

It's not hard to guess they're fishing.

But they didn't know what they were fishing for.

Meanwhile, in the monitoring room...

Rowe stood in front of a row of flashing screens, his hands behind his back.

Buck stood to his left, holding a bomb gun.

Father Alpha stood on the right, several mechanical tentacles connected to the control panel.

The electronic eyes are flashing rapidly, analyzing various data transmitted back from the scene.

"Heart rate 140, cortisol levels very high."

Father Alpha coldly reported the widows' physiological indicators.

"They are in a state of extreme fear. This fear causes abnormal pheromone secretion, which, for some predators, is like turning on a light in the dark."

"Advisor, do we really have to do this?" Buck couldn't help but ask.

As a veteran, he didn't mind killing.

But he used the widows of his own soldiers as bait.

This touched his moral bottom line, even though he had very little morality left.

"We have no choice, Buck."

Luo Wei's gaze was fixed on the surveillance screen in Zone C3.

"Data analysis from the Case server shows that some 'dirty stuff' has mixed in with the refugee influx into the Fourth Grain Depot. If we don't find them, the entire Seventh Grain Depot will become a hatchery."

"But……"

"No buts," Lowe said coldly. "Compassion is poison at this time. If you want to save more people, you have to learn to put the minority on the other side of the scale."

Just as the conversation was taking place.

The Case server emitted an alarm.

"Abnormal biosignals detected. Target is approaching the quarantine zone."

On the screen, a dark figure silently passed through the crowded throng.

It was a man wearing a large cloak.

He looked no different from the other refugees around him.

Equally dirty, equally hunched over.

But the way he moved was strange.

As he weaved through the crowd, his body seemed boneless, twisting and gliding at bizarre angles.

Not a sound was made.

It did not disturb the homeless man sleeping in the corridor.

The movements are not like those of a human.

It is more like an arthropod that walks upright.

"They're here."

Luo Wei's gaze sharpened.

The dark figure stopped outside the widows' cubicle.

He didn't rush inside.

Instead, it circled around the curtain like a shark that had smelled blood.

The surveillance footage is zoomed in.

Despite the dim light, one could still see disgusting writhing beneath the "man's" hood.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently.

Something was trying to crawl out of his throat.

"What the hell is this thing..." Buck gasped.

"Genestealers," Rowe uttered coldly. "You could also call them hybrids. Third generation, maybe fourth. They look human, but their genes are etched with the instincts of the Tyranids."

"They need to reproduce," Father Alpha added. "They will inject their genes into the host. For them, these three young human women, who were unprotected, grieving, and vulnerable, and who were ovulating, were the perfect hosts."

On the screen, the shadowy figure moved.

A pale, bloodless hand gently lifted the canvas curtain.

His fingers were excessively long, and his nails were a sickly purplish-black, traces of chitinous carapaceous tissue.

The three women let out suppressed screams and huddled together.

The man looked up, his hood slipping down.

It revealed a human face that looked fairly normal.

His skin was as white as a dead person's, and he had no eyebrows.

The light in his eyes was both fervent and empty.

"Shh..."

He put his finger to his lips and hissed.

"Do not be afraid... The God-Emperor sent me... to bestow upon you... new life..."

He approached the bedside step by step.

The youngest woman was so frightened that she lost control of her bladder and her body was so stiff that she couldn't move.

The man bent down and opened his mouth.

But he wasn't doing it to speak.

From deep within his mouth, a dark red, tubular organ protruded, looking very slippery.

Ovipositor.

The tube vibrated in the air, and a viscous liquid secreted from its tip.

Like a needle searching for a vein, it was aimed at the girl's tear-streaked face.

This is the "Kiss of the Gene Thief".

Once this tube pierces the skin, it injects not only the deadly embryo, but also a neurotoxin that can rewrite the brain's cognition.

The victims will forget this horrific experience.

They might fall madly in love with the monster in front of them.

They would regard the alien growing in their womb as a sacred gift.

Until the moment the monster burst forth.

This is a blasphemy more terrible than death.

"Let's do it!"

In the monitoring room, Luo Wei made a decisive decision.

He pressed the red button on the console.

"Sizzle!"

A dazzling blue-white electric light suddenly burst forth from a corner of Zone C3.

That was a high-voltage electric arc, a deafening roar that tore through the air.

The source of the electric current was the "talisman" worn around the necks of the three women: it was actually a collar that released high-voltage electric shocks in a specific direction.

It is also a signal transmitter.

The hidden electric grid buried beneath the canvas compartment was activated.

"Hiss, ah!"

The hybrid, who was about to perform the "holy kiss," let out a shrill, inhuman scream.

The high-voltage current instantly penetrated his body.

The surface tissue, which was originally disguised as human skin, quickly turned black and cracked under the impact of the electric current.

It's like an ill-fitting garment being torn, revealing its disgusting true nature underneath:

Purple chitinous carapace;

An extra, deformed arm;

The tubular tongue is still twitching wildly.

He bounced violently on the electric grid like a live fish thrown into a frying pan.

The three women were also affected by the aftershocks of the electric current, screaming and fainting.

"action!"

Buck roared into the communicator.

The defense soldiers, who had been lying in ambush all around, kicked away the cover that was disguised as a pile of debris.

They were wearing heavy protective suits and carrying preheated weapons: flamethrowers and electric shock nets.

"For the Emperor's sake, seize these heretics!"

at the same time.

Based on the pheromone response that Father Alpha had just detected, the defense soldiers rushed into the refugee crowd.

He then pinned down the other "accomplices" who were trying to escape in the chaos.

Chaos, screams, and roars of flames instantly filled the entire C3 area.