Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 17 The Difference Between Dregs and Scum
[Navigator: Alvin]

[Race: Human]

[Faction: Human Empire]

[Occupation: Scavenger]

[Anchor World: None]

[Remaining energy: 0 units]

[Remaining source power: 0 units]

[Current status: Searching for accessible anchor worlds]

When Alvin opened his eyes again, the thick industrial waste gas, with a pungent and rotten smell, seemed to rush straight to the top of his head.

After a brief dizziness, Alvin coughed violently, feeling a burning pain all the way from his throat to his lungs. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it's hard to go from luxury to frugality."

It's only been ten days and this body is already a little bit uncomfortable with the harsh environment of the nest.

After getting used to the side effects of the change in environment, Alvin finally had time to look around. It seemed to be almost the same as before he left, with almost no major changes.

Of course, it may also be that the nesting environment is too bad, and he lives in an exhaust emission area, so there is really no visible change.

"I don't know how much time has passed in the main universe during this time of traveling."

While Alvin was thinking, he looked down at his clenched right hand. A tube of azure medicine lay quietly on his palm. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Wait until the effect of temporary compound No. 5 wears off before injecting permanent compound No. 5 to avoid any mistakes."

Before injecting the permanent compound No. 5, he planned to stay in the 'doghouse' and not go anywhere.

After all, who knows what dangers you will encounter if you go out in a nest with traces of a cult?
Alvin's life motto is never to do anything risky.

Secondly, he wanted to sort out the gains from this time travel. In addition to the permanent Compound No. 5, he still had a temporary Compound No. 5 and a few gold bars on hand.

Alvin weighed the gold bar, which weighed about ten grams, and said with some distress: "I hope this thing can be of some use."

Logically speaking, gold is a very precious metal and is basically a universal currency in human society.

But in the Warhammer universe, he is a little uncertain.

The human empire has a vast territory, almost covering the entire Milky Way, and the number of planets under its jurisdiction is astronomical. Even if gold is rare, it should not be scarce.

But given the technological level of the Black Robe Patrol, he really couldn't think of anything else that could serve as bribery.

As for the products from the 20K period, Alvin had considered it, but the risk was too great!
No matter whether it is weapons, food, industrial supplies, etc., once exposed, the consequences will be disastrous. God knows whether it will attract the attention of some unknown existence in the subspace.

Therefore, Alvin could only narrow the scope and finally chose gold, a metal that is scarce but does not pose any risks.

"After all, it's still too weak."

Alvin sighed softly. If he was the governor of a planet, or was born into a noble family, he wouldn't have to worry about these problems.

We must listen to what our ancestors said: A man is innocent if he possesses a treasure.

A powerless scavenger can be easily crushed to death. Before he has enough power, he must not reveal the existence of the Navigator System!

suddenly.

The crude house made of welded iron sheets was kicked down from outside!
While Alvin was stunned, he saw a familiar person. His brow bone and lips were cut off by a slanting scar. His whole face was twisted and hideous with anger. It was the scum of the Blood Axe Gang!
Wow, he actually came to my door!
What does it mean that there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you break in?

Staring at the dazed Alvin, the scarred man grinned, thinking that the boy was too scared to move: "You are really good at hiding, you little brat. I have been looking for you for ten days!"

"Ten, ten days?"

Alvin was slightly stunned. It turned out that the time in the two worlds was 1:1.

"Because of you, little bastard, I've lost face!"

The scarred man gnashed his teeth, veins throbbing on his forehead, and his sinister, cruel eyes looked as if he wanted to eat Alvin alive: "I'm going to chop you into pieces, piece by piece!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the knife that was stained with blood, the blade had been stained dark brown, and the edge was broken.

"You little beast, scream and wail as much as you want, and regret it!"

The scarred man looked down from above, raised his arm and swung his knife, his eyes revealing a cruel look. His face was flushed red, and the black veins were bulging hideously. He was expecting and longing for blood, and even seemed to have seen the little beast's wailing under the knife, and its crying and screaming with fear, and its painful death between begging for mercy and despair.

when!
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded!
The broken blade of the knife hit Alvin's shoulder, but the imagined blood splattering and wailing and screaming did not appear.

It was like chopping off a piece of fine steel. The force transmitted along the blade made the scarred man's palm tremble violently, and the knife almost flew out of his hand.

The scarred man was just immersed in the pleasure of fantasizing about killing, but he was pulled back to reality in an instant.

He was stunned, with an incredible look in his eyes: "Why? What kind of magic did you use?"

"Witchcraft? Brother, your faith is not pure."

Alvin's smile became more kind, and the power of psychic energy surged quietly: "This is called the Emperor's blessing, you idiot!"

"I'll fuck you"

The brutal scarred man was completely enraged by his attitude and was about to chop him again with his knife.

But, at this moment, the mental power transformed from psychic energy directly enveloped the scarred man and twisted his entire arm off!

Click!

With the crisp and creepy sound of bones breaking, the scarred man's entire right arm was twisted into a knot.

Broken bones mixed with the flesh and blood, the severe pain made the scarred man realize the reality instantly. His pupils shrank to the size of needle points and his whole face became distorted with fear.

"what"

Before he could even scream, the scarred man felt like something was blocking his throat.

Alvin looked at the scarred man gently, stretched out a finger, and gently put it on his lips: "Hush, be quiet, it will be bad if you disturb others."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The scarred man struggled in fear, trying to escape from this 'devil'.

However, just as he took half a step, his right leg was crushed, and blood and flesh mixed with broken bones splattered, causing him to lose support and fall to the ground.

It hurts, it hurts too much!
The scarred man had snot and tears streaming down his face. Unable to speak, he could only look at Alvin in fear, begging with his eyes for him to let him go.

"You want to live?"

Alvin read Scarface's thoughts and asked with a friendly smile.

“Wuwu! Wuwuwu!!”

The scarred man nodded frantically, with a strong and humble look of pleading in his eyes.

"So, when the others begged you for mercy, did you let them go?"

Alvin doesn't consider himself a good person, let alone a moral role model, but at least he won't kill others for no reason.

We are all scum living in the lower nest, but the difference is that some people live to survive, while others live purely to satisfy their desires.

Alvin belongs to the former, while the scar-faced man and the Bloody Axe Gang belong to the latter.

There is a difference between scum and scum!
After hearing these words and looking at Alvinson's cold eyes, the scarred man finally gave up completely.

The pleading in his eyes gradually died out, and was replaced by madness. Hatred, resentment, regret and other emotions filled his heart.

If he had killed the little beast at that time, how could he have ended up in this situation?
He hates it!
"Don't look at me like that."

Alvin looked at the scarred man with cold eyes and said softly, "At least, I am willing to give you a quick death, right?"

As soon as the words fell, psychic power surged!
A suffocating telekinetic force enveloped the scarred man, and then, in front of his horrified and shocked eyes, crushed him into a pulp!

Alvin took a deep breath and turned to look outside: "Next, it's the Blood Axe Gang."

I still ask for follow-up reading. Those who have been reading for a long time can directly turn to the latest chapter, even if they don’t read it. It’s really important to follow up reading during the new book period~ crying

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