Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 18 Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God, Skull Sacrifice to the Skull Seat
The next day.

In fact, there is no clear tomorrow in Xiachao.

After all, you can't see the sun here at all. Looking up, you can see the intricate steel pipes and the low "clouds" formed by radiation.

The only time that's worth the lower nest scavengers' brain cells to remember is probably once every seven days, when all kinds of garbage and exhaust gas are discharged from the upper and middle nests.

Usually there are many scavengers, gathering at various garbage disposal points, like a group of carrion maggots, waiting for a rare "harvest day".

In the past, Alvin would not stay in the 'doghouse', but would guard the garbage outlet a day in advance.

As for now, he doesn't have to sleep like before and can sleep all day long.

Before the system was built, we had to work like a slave and die. Now that the system is built, we still work like a slave and die. Then, isn’t the system a waste?

Alvin was awakened by hunger and swallowed a bowl of nutritious porridge in one gulp.

To be honest, the taste is a bit hard to swallow. It's a paste without any flavor and even a bit irritating to the throat.

In the past, having such a nutritious porridge would definitely be the dream of many Xiachao people, but since returning from the Black Robe World, it is really not presentable.

"Well, just eat whatever you want. At least you don't have to eat junk, right?"

Alvin comforted himself in his heart and swallowed the last mouthful of nutritious porridge with a frown.

"It should be about twenty-four hours since the last injection."

After filling his stomach, Alvin turned his attention back to 'psychic power', but this time the situation seemed slightly different.

In the crude 'doghouse' made of welded iron sheets, the temperature seemed to drop slightly, and frost condensed on the iron sheets.

"I, can use psychic power?" Alvin's eyes moved slightly, and he was immediately overjoyed. However, he was afraid that his joy was in vain, so he closed his eyes and gathered his mental power.

Initially, he couldn't control the 'psychic power' by his own consciousness, but now he has successfully leveraged a little bit of it. Although it is extremely weak and cannot compare to the performance of 'Eta-level' psychic power, there is no doubt that his 'psychic power' has grown!

This discovery made Alvin look happy, but also a little worried.

"If I can continue to grow, does that mean I will have a chance to become an Alpha-level psychic in the future?"

The good news is that, even if Alpha-class psykers can walk around the Warhammer universe with impunity, at least they have the ability to protect themselves.

But what is worrying is that, in the mainstream cognition of the Human Empire, Alpha-class psychics are an extremely dangerous and extremely rare species, and their mental state is naturally in an extremely unstable state.

If you make the slightest mistake, you will be devoured by the demons of the subspace, causing a disaster that is enough to destroy the entire planet!

"Forget it, what's the point of thinking so far ahead?" Alvin suddenly laughed at himself and raised his hand to pat his face: "I am an Eta-level now, what does the Alpha-level have to do with me?"

There is no need to worry about what might happen in the future!

Alvin shook his head, threw away all distracting thoughts, took out the 'Permanent Compound No. 5' that he treasured, licked his lips, and his eyes showed fanaticism: "As an Eta-class psyker, I can finally barely have a little ability to protect myself in the lower nest!"

After saying that, he injected the entire potion into his body without hesitation.

The familiar feeling came back again, and a faint blue light occupied Alvin's entire pupils.

Unlike before, this time, his soul seemed to be attracted and temporarily separated from his body.

Guided by an invisible force, it headed for the return journey of the souls of all living beings. That piece of land was filled with infinite power, as if mixed with colorful dyes, presenting itself in the chaotic 'Supreme Heaven'!
He is like a burning flame, so conspicuous in the 'Supreme Heaven' composed of the emotions and thoughts of all living beings and filled with chaotic emotions!
The disgusting and terrifying demons seemed to be aware of his presence.

The flame of the burning soul was so dazzling in the eyes of the demons that it swarmed from all directions like sharks smelling blood.

"Is this the world that psychics perceive?!"

Alvin's face turned pale, and there was a flash of horror and fear in his eyes.

Even though he guessed that the subspace might be terrifying, only by experiencing the fear that strikes the soul personally could one understand how ridiculous and childish his previous mental preparation was!
The subspace. A world that changes like the tides, filled with hatred, anger, violence, pornography, etc., emotional fluctuations produced by many intelligent lives, and extremely negative emotions have given birth to subspace demons. It is a world where matter, life, and even time and rules do not exist!
"Focus your consciousness and control your emotions!" With the help of his memories from his past life, Alvin began to consciously control the overflow of his spiritual energy.

Of course, he didn't notice that a cold, pale sun had appeared in the subspace at some point, and the icy light it emitted tore apart the demons that were surging in!

Opening his eyes again, Alvin's consciousness left the subspace.

He returned to the material world, breathing the pungent radioactive exhaust, and for the first time in his life he was thankful that he lived in the material world.

The whole world seemed different in his eyes, yet nothing seemed to have changed.

At the same time, Alvin clearly realized that his soul had left an indelible mark in the subspace!

Every time psychic energy is used, ripples will be created in the subspace, thus attracting the attention of the 'devil'.

The more powerful, the more dangerous!

"Psychic power is a double-edged sword."

Alvin rubbed his swollen brows, his face full of bitterness: "If it weren't for getting rid of the lower nest, I would never want to touch the subspace in my life."

After calming down, he carefully buried the remaining temporary No. 5 compound, put on his tattered clothes again, and ducked out of the "doghouse".

Today is a harvest day for scavengers.

As a scavenger from the lower nest, he naturally couldn't miss this 'great' festival, right?
Alvin knows one thing very well: wealth should not be shown to others.

Especially in an environment like Xiachao where there are scum everywhere, if someone is found to be profitable, it is very likely that the person's body will be seen next to the sewage pipe the next day.

The garbage dump he was going to was in the southwest corner, and Alvin arrived there soon.

But, the scavengers who used to cling to the tall garbage heaps like termites, picking up usable items, are now nowhere to be seen.

It was eerily quiet in such a huge garbage dump!

unreasonable!
You know, today is the 'harvest day' for Xia Niu, and there will definitely be a lot of scavengers gathering in the garbage dump to look for usable items.

But now, the entire garbage truck was silent, and there was a dead silence in the air.

"Something happened!" Alvin smelled blood in the air, and this was the first thought that came to his mind.

His face changed slightly, he lowered his body, and tried his best to eliminate the sound of his footsteps. He moved forward slowly like a worm, along the narrow gaps between the piles of garbage.

Soon, Alvin saw the 'reason'.

He finally understood why there were no scavengers even though it was clearly 'Harvest Day'.

The answer is right behind this garbage dump. Countless heads of scavengers were chopped off and piled into a low hill in an extremely cruel way.

Streams formed from the blood soaked the entire land, leaving the land with a scarlet, pungent smell.

Countless skulls piled up artificially have hideous and distorted facial expressions, and their pale and terrified eyes seem to be telling what kind of horror they have experienced.

Alvin was stunned, his pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

He knew very well who had built this "Jingguan" made of skulls, a bloody tomb that buried hundreds of lives.

Khorne craves blood, battles, and skulls. He is one of the four great gods in the High Heaven of the Warp!

Only a cult that believes in Khorne would do something so outrageous!
Blood is sacrificed to the blood god, and the skull is sacrificed to the skull throne!

Grandpas, please be kind and give me some money.
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(End of this chapter)