Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 776 08.775: "Atonement! Alien!"

"Damn it, a stinking refugee dares to act like this!" The mercenary captain's eyes widened with anger. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped the hooded woman hard in the face.

"Ah!" The woman screamed and fell backwards, revealing the horse ears on her head.

"Mom!" The slightly older little girl shouted in fear. In panic, the girl threw forward, revealing the tiny pony ears on her head.

"Wow!!" The baby in the cradle also burst into tears.

"Mutants???" The mercenaries' eyes changed from mockery to surprise and hostility, and they all raised their automatic rifles at the mother and daughter.

boom!
A loud bang suddenly echoed in the empty cabin. Screams, shouts and babies crying suddenly intertwined together, and the environment became more and more chaotic.

"Huh?" Hearing the voice, the mercenaries turned around in unison.

At the end of the corridor, chaos surged like a tide, and more noisy screams echoed in the cabin, like sharp arrows, piercing everyone's eardrums.

A tall figure slowly emerged. He was wearing black and purple armor. His body was twisted at a strange angle. He held a scimitar in each hand. The blades were covered in blood. The blood was dyed a strange orange-red by the venom and exuded a chilling aura.

"Pain, wonderful pain. I smell fine wine. Hehehe."

His voice was arrogant and cold, his hoarse voice was full of temptation and cunning, and his long pointed tongue licked his purple lips.

"How is this possible? How did these aliens get into the inner cabin?!" The mercenary captain was awakened from his alcohol intoxication. His body shuddered violently, and he became a little sober in an instant, his eyes full of disbelief.

“So fast???” The mercenaries nearby were also in a panic, which was in stark contrast to the noise and arrogance just now.

"Fire! Fire!" the mercenary captain shouted at the top of his lungs, quickly raising his gun and aiming at the Dark Eldar pirates.

However, what responded to them was a volley of poisonous needles shot towards them.

The mercenaries didn't even have time to react before they fell to the ground one after another, their eyes rolled up, foaming at the mouth, and they fell into a state of unconsciousness.

More and more aliens rushed into the cabin like a surging tide, emitting hoarse and sharp laughter like birds, killing and hunting wantonly among the crowd.

They threatened unarmed civilians with bladed rifles covered in blood and flesh, drove them into corners, and then captured them all with barbed wire nets.

"Take these slaves away quickly! So many new bloods are exactly what our conspiracy group desires. This will reshape our position in Comoros!"

A Dark Eldar pirate with a sky-high braid stepped heavily on a headless corpse, raised his bloody scimitar high, and shouted excitedly at the fleeing civilians.

In the desperate chaos, a Maltese woman with a child shivered and huddled in a corner of the cabin corridor.

She hurriedly picked up an automatic rifle that had fallen to the ground, and watched the fleeing crowd running past her in fear with nervousness and panic.

She subconsciously pulled the crying child in the cradle and held the automatic rifle tightly in front of her.

The slightly older little girl huddled obediently in the corner protected by her mother's body, with only a pair of frightened eyes showing, not daring to breathe.

"Bang! Bang!" The pitch-black iron boots stomped heavily on the deck, making a terrifying loud noise.

"Not enough, Son of Thorn craves more terror."

The Dark Eldar pirate with the peculiar sky-high braids took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the bloody smell in the air.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open, a hideous smile appeared on his face, and he looked at the deck covered with corpses and unconscious people.

"Ah, I feel it, the wonderful despair. Hehe, this sweet scent, where are you? My little cutie."

Hearing this creepy and evil laugh, the woman and girl huddled together in the corner, their bodies shaking even more violently.

The woman hurriedly covered the baby's mouth, fearing that he would make any sound, even though doing so might cause the baby to suffocate at any time.

"Boom!" The footsteps stopped abruptly before turning the corner. When the woman thought of the horrific scene she might face next, her face instantly became painful, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and slid into her eyes, stinging them.

She gripped the handle of the automatic rifle tightly, and it was already soaked with sweat.

"Ah, delicious fear, trembling body, fragile soul." The dark elf's eyes rolled around and glanced towards the corner. His long tongue slowly licked his sharp fangs, and his slender fingers played with the scimitar in his hand.

"Where is it? My lovely little dessert."

The woman bit her lower lip and her face turned pale with fear.

In order to prevent herself from making any sound out of excessive fear, she bit her lower lip with her teeth until it bled.

She curled up tightly in the corner, with the butt of the gun against her abdomen, her arms protecting the baby in the cradle, and the muzzle of the gun pointed at the shadow reflected in the corner.

brake!
A crisp metallic sound pierced the air, and in the blink of an eye, the barrel of the automatic rifle in the woman's hand was split in two, and the metal at the broken end fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

At the same time, a shallow knife mark appeared on the soft white flesh on her chest. Blood slowly seeped out from the knife mark and slid down her skin to her chest.

The woman screamed in horror.

Bang bang bang!
The automatic rifle's bullets shot out wildly from the severed barrel, splattering on the bulkhead with absolutely no accuracy.

click!
The gunfire stopped only when the bullets were used up and the receiver made a crisp sound of metal firing pins colliding.

The tall Dark Eldar was playing with a double-edged throwing knife with a hole in the middle, and the knife was spinning deftly on his fingers.

He looked at the mother and daughter huddled on the bloodstained deck with a teasing look, the black shackles around their waists rattling with his movements.

"A mother and two offspring, it looks like they can be sold for a good price. The Haemonchi will like your bodies.

I can't wait to see your bodies pieced together into a brand new creation, monkey." He praised himself in Ada's language.

"No, don't come over, God Emperor, save me, please, save my child." The woman burst into tears and pulled the trigger in panic, but no more bullets were fired from the gun chamber.

boom!
The Dark Eldar raised his iron boots and kicked the automatic rifle out of the woman's hand. He pressed the sharp tip of his boots against the woman's face, wantonly trampling and ravaging her once delicate and fair face.

Warm blood mixed with dirty mud and hot tears slid down the woman's face and dripped onto the face of the baby in the cradle.

"Wow! Cough cough!" The baby started crying again, and his voice trembled due to choking.

"Tsk, so noisy." A cold murderous intent flashed in the dark elf's deep purple eyes. The flying knife on his finger was instantly raised and slashed towards the baby's throat.

Buzz! Whoosh!
A blinding light suddenly illuminated the dim corridor, accompanied by a sudden buzzing sound of space.

The Dark Eldar pirate looked back in astonishment, and just as he turned halfway, a bone spur fist that was faster than him stabbed at him from behind.

boom!
“Ah! This is…!!!”

The Dark Eldar pirate's breastplate was shattered by a punch, and bone spurs pierced through his body, squeezing out his broken organs.

He looked at the Astartes who had inexplicably appeared behind him in disbelief, his eyes full of despair: "Impossible... How could a monkey transmit ordinary power armor... cough!"

The monk with long sharp bone spurs on his body grabbed the dark Eldar pirate in mid-air.

With a hissing sound, the abominable alien was torn into two pieces.

"Atonement! Alien!" A chilling scarlet light flashed in the eyes of the helmet of the Black Shield Monk named Quintus.

(End of this chapter)