Warhammer 40: Starting as a Rogue Trader

Chapter 33: Casting Demon
Cantor, who had originally thought that victory was certain, discovered that his soldiers were being wiped out easily by these strange warriors of the Monget Dynasty.

He angrily drew the power sword from his waist and chopped off the head of a soldier who was reporting the battle situation to him.

After seeing this scene, all the officers on the bridge dared not say another word and lowered their heads in fear.

"No one is allowed to spread these rumors. Why would a Space Marine help a Rogue Trader? They are just some trash who look alike! Kill them and don't let their plan succeed."

He roared and gave orders to all the soldiers who could still be mobilized.

"Flesh and blood are so fragile. Humanity is so pathetic. You should embrace the truth! Isn't the mechanical implant I replaced for you working properly?"

Just when everyone was afraid to say a word, a mechanical priest in a red robe slowly walked to Cantor's side.

What a heresy this priest just said. Flesh and blood are fragile, understandably, but how pathetic is humanity?!
"Zesta? I didn't take you on board my ship to do those unorthodox researches just so you could laugh at me!"

"I know this is an equal trade. I provide you with a stronger body, I provide you with weapons to arm your soldiers, and my technicians conquer unknown worlds for you, earning countless profits. Without me, could your dynasty really have developed to this point with its own strength?"

Kantor said as he looked at his body. Beneath the luxurious Rogue Trader's attire, a large number of mechanical modifications had already covered his body. Warhammer humans were very receptive to implants, and some people had implants all over their bodies.

However, it is very rare to be at the level that Cantor is now. Except for the priests of the Mechanicus, most people still regard implants as a means of strengthening themselves. A normal flesh and blood body is more important to people, and physical enjoyment is still something that most people cannot give up.

However, Cantor discovered that after the heretic priest in front of him was transformed by him, he became more and more addicted to the pleasure brought by the increase in power.

And what Zesta said was right. The dynasty’s development to its current state was indeed inseparable from Zesta in front of him.

"I've detected an incalculable variable. The useless flesh and blood of your subordinates can no longer protect you. You should heed the call of truth and ignore those empty creeds."

"Shut up! Zesta, my dynasty's soldiers can definitely stop these guys!"

The crew members around them watched their Rogue Trader becoming increasingly crazy, and they had no idea what they were thinking. They only knew that Cantor was becoming more and more extreme.

"Your primitive ideas are filled with too many misunderstandings, but I believe you will soon be corrected."

"But if others find out, if the Inquisition finds out, the dynasty will be completely destroyed."

Zesta leaned over to Kantor's ear and whispered.

"Flesh and blood are consumable materials. You can wait until victory is achieved and completely eliminate everyone on this ship. As long as they are all dead, no one will notice, and you will still be that high and mighty Rogue Trader."

Kanto was still hesitant, but the violent shaking interrupted their communication.

"Lord Cantor! The engine deck has been breached!"

Damon and his Rangers rushed into the engine room of the Tyrant. The enemy's counterattack was extremely resolute, but when the Rangers of the two companies gathered together, the opponent's counterattack at the cost of their lives was of no avail.

Damon, wearing a black adamantine combat suit, would rush forward every time the opponent's firepower blocked his attack, taking the opponent's firepower and destroying the opponent's firepower point.

He was even hit by the priest's plasma and meltdown, but he was fine. The two medics were repairing his flesh and combat uniform at the same time.

After taking out everyone on the engine deck, the Rangers concentrated their fire on the plasma engines, completely crippling the battleship's conventional power systems.

The huge Tyrant came to a complete stop and floated in the dark void.

"No!!! Zesta! Let those blasphemous things of yours take action! I want every one of them dead!!"

"Congratulations, Cantor, you are getting closer to the truth. These erroneous variables that have entered this battleship will soon be completely eliminated!" The door of the foundry in the Tyrant, a closed cabin that prevented all other crew members from entering, opened.

The hot steam in the workshop also drifted into the aisle of the battleship.

The steam carried a strong smell of sulfur.

If you look in from the outside, the scene inside the workshop is constantly switching between reality and illusion.

Fully armed technicians walked out of the workshop.

The equipment they wore seemed exceptionally sophisticated, and their mechanical prosthetic eyes were filled with the corruption of Chaos. Zesta had corrupted the priests on this battleship at some point in time.

And deeper in the workshop, two huge mechanical creations began to move.

Blood-red metal armor.

The mechanical dead creature with beast-like centaur shape actually has life!
They shook their huge metal heads, and their sharp teeth actually swallowed the metal beside them and chewed it into their mouths effortlessly. As the metal was consumed, the two huge Hades six-barreled automatic cannons on both sides of their bodies also began to rotate.

The dimensional furnace within their bodies, which constantly exudes the smell of sulfur, injects endless energy into their profane bodies.

No wonder the lower-level laborers on this ship kept disappearing. It was Zesta who brought them to this workshop and used the Soul Furnace to devour their flesh and souls to forge mechanical creations such as the Casting Demon.

And Cantor covered up these actions for them.

The corrupted technicians and casting demons walked out of the workshop. They did not distinguish between friend and foe. The sailors who were organizing the defense in the Tyrant did not expect that Chaos corruption would appear in their warship.

However, their focus of defense was on the front, and no one was prepared for the threat from behind.

The automatic cannons on the Forge Demon's arms began to fire. When the hot phosphorescent bullets came into contact with their flesh, they not only shattered the bodies of the sailors, but also burned their souls. The wails of these souls seemed to have turned into the power of the Forge Demon.

Stepping on the broken limbs and arms on the ground, they headed towards the enemy who had broken into the warship.

At this time, the ghost Norris also entered the battleship.

They did not choose to confront the enemy head-on. Relying on the stealth characteristics of his combat uniform, he bypassed one position after another. He kept the task given to him by Gao Yi in mind. His target was not these ordinary enemies, but the opponent's bridge.

Norris's actions did not make any noise, but the internal structure of the battleship was too complicated, and it was not an easy task to find the location of the bridge from the entry point.

At this time, a lone crew member appeared in front of him.

Norris stared at the crew member in front of him, then activated his psychic power, and the next second the crew member's eyes became dull.

This is one of the Ghost's psychic powers: mind bewitching and control.

"Tell me! The location of the bridge!"

Following Norris's questioning, the crew member directly revealed the details of his route. After getting the answer he wanted, Norris killed the other person with his psychic light blade.

But just as he was about to move forward, a wave of psychic energy immediately caught his attention.

"This evil psychic energy. Is there Chaos corruption within this warship?!"

(End of this chapter)