Shipping goods from the game to the World of Warhammer

"Back off!"

Aliya grabbed the uninvited guest by the shoulder, and with a flick of her wrist, sent him flying, crashing into the cheap alloy wall.

The accompanying crew member immediately reached behind his back, pulled out a laser rifle from the strap, and pointed the dark muzzle at the figure who was still groaning in pain.

The law enforcement officers who were originally in charge of the pursuit were also taken aback by the imposing presence of Aliya and her crew. They stood not far away, not daring to make any unnecessary movements. The people in front of them were equipped with well-maintained weapons bearing uniform insignia, clearly indicating that they were not ordinary people.

For them, it's no problem for the food-stealing rat to die at the hands of the other party; they can only blame themselves for being blind and running into the wrong person.

Only then did Rod see clearly what the person being chased by the law enforcement officers looked like: it was a thin boy whose malnourished body was convulsing from the pain of the impact, curled up like a cooked shrimp, his fingers, smeared with black engine oil, tightly gripping two starch sticks in his arms, refusing to let go.

In order to survive, especially in this underworld, crimes of all sizes almost never stop. The boy in front of us must have stolen these two starch sticks from the nearby ration station, which is why he was being chased by law enforcement.

Looking at the boy lying on the ground, Rhodes hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to leave and let the law enforcement officers deal with the mess themselves.

He wasn't cold-blooded, but in the Warhammer world, offering help to someone just because they look pitiful is not only a temporary solution, but it could also get him into trouble and even be exploited by the Chaos forces.

For example, a thief who was grateful to you one second might slit the throat of another contract worker for a ration coupon the moment he leaves your sight.

Without absolute certainty, Rhodes didn't want to gamble on the other party's character.

[Additional task added: Help the teenager]

[Rewards: A certain amount of universal energy, StarCraft 2 shop race expansion]

Okay, I'll save her, I'll save her, alright?

Rhodes gritted his teeth inwardly. He hadn't wanted to meddle, but the system had given him far too much.

General energy goes without saying; in Warhammer, having resources is the most important thing. And StarCraft 2's shop for race expansions precisely targets Rhodes' weakness.

While the Zerg are useful and have all sorts of strange uses, they seem really outlandish.

Zerg are fine for fighting on sparsely populated battlefields, since enemies devoured by swarms can't speak, but their use is severely limited when attending formal occasions.

For example, right now, in Blackwing Harbor, a territory under Imperial control, if a single Zergling appears, once someone reports it to the Empire, the Imperial's steel fleet and canned army will likely arrive.

The shadow of the Great Devourer must be eliminated as a priority. At that time, we will probably have to search through dozens of star systems in the vicinity, and even shake the egg yolks on the planets.

"Aliya, take this lowly man away. I want to personally dismember him."

Upon hearing the order, Steward Aria subconsciously turned to look at Rhodes, her expression somewhat strange. Although her own traveling merchant ronin would have the technical priest transform the traitorous governor into a machine servant, she shouldn't be angry over such a trivial matter.

But after seeing Rhodes's look, she quickly understood what her boss meant: to find an excuse to send those law enforcement officers away.

"Do you find it interesting to watch the show? Or do you want me to report the security problems in this area to your superiors?" Aliya's expression changed instantly, and she angrily rebuked the law enforcement officers.

Upon hearing this, the law enforcement officers exchanged glances and wisely turned back from the alleyway they had come from.

They didn't want to mess with the wrong people, get stripped of their uniforms by their superiors, and thrown into the workers' quarters. In the past, law enforcement officers had been stripped of their positions for mistakes, and when they lost their status above those contract workers, the result was often a thousandfold retaliation, followed by death in some corner of Blackwing Harbor's underbelly.

Two crew members lifted the boy off the ground and dragged him toward a deserted corner.

After confirming that no one was around, Rod signaled to the crew to put the boy down.

The moment the boy was lifted up and landed, he took off running away. Aliya, who had received military training, had obviously anticipated this. She casually raised her military boots and kicked the boy with her long legs, easily stopping him from escaping.

Rhodes could understand the boy's urge to run away. After all, no one would trust a stranger carrying a weapon, especially one who had just said he would break off his limbs one by one.

"What's your name?"

The boy, cornered in a dead end, kept his head down and remained silent. He braced himself on the ground with his hands, his arms trembling uncontrollably from the exertion.

"Do you know who you've offended?" Seeing that the boy didn't speak, Aliya stepped in front of him with her military boots, but he remained unmoved.

Whether it was his imagination or not, the atmosphere in the corner of the alleyway became heavy, and Rod felt that the air around him was becoming thick.

Aliya strode forward, preparing to lift the boy's tattered collar and make him look up to answer Rhodes' question.

Just as her hand was about to touch the patched clothes, an instinctive sense of danger surged into her heart. Without thinking, Aliya grabbed Rhodes' arm and pulled him back several steps.

"Back off, danger!"

"You bunch of bloodsucking bugs... You forced me to do this..." The boy suddenly looked up, his words becoming fragmented, and his once clear eyes were now filled with purple light, with black vein-like patterns beginning to extend towards his face.

That familiar feeling of nausea filled Rhodes' mind once again. Without a doubt, the boy in front of him was an illegal psychic.

Moreover, this almost out-of-control spiritual power seems to be quite considerable.

The subspace energy around us seemed to be taking on a material form, and the walls and ground around us seemed to come alive.

"We can't stay here any longer! Retreat to the flagship immediately!"

The existence of illegal psionicists is a huge time bomb for the Empire, and the consequences of these illegal psionicists going out of control are often catastrophic.

For example, the planet Dulcis was destroyed because an unregistered female psionicist awakened and attracted enslavers from the warp, ultimately leading to the complete control of the planet's population, with no survivors.

Even without attracting higher beings from the subspace, these out-of-control illegal psionicists could not withstand the pressure within their bodies and exploded directly from the inside, with an impact force strong enough to level nearby buildings.

"Calm down." Rhodes's previously relaxed demeanor vanished, his voice barely betraying any emotion. He picked up the starch stick that had fallen to the ground with his right hand and handed it to the boy in front of him.

"If you want to go back alive, instead of blowing up everyone in the lower classes."

Rhodes' words seemed to shut off a valve in an instant, allowing the boy to control the almost out-of-control psionic energy within him. In just a few seconds, the influence of the subspace, without a medium, dissipated into the air.