Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

The towering buildings of the hives blocked out the light, and only the nobles living in the top hive and the upper hive were qualified to witness the rising of the stars in this star system.

The inhabitants living below the hive city can only survive on the light emitted by electric lights, meaning that there is no distinction between day and night in the lower hive.

The only thing that distinguishes between work and rest time is the sound of church bells.

When the first sound is heard, all workers must pray devoutly to the God-King before beginning their arduous day's work.

The second sound signaled the end of the work. After praying to the God-King once more, everyone returned to their residences to rest and await the start of the next day.

This cycle begins when the inhabitants of the Nest City are born and continues until they die.

The middle nests are slightly better off, as they can get holidays on special occasions, while the lower nest parts only get a moment of leisure before they die.

However, after experiencing plague and war, the time system for descending into the nest has become completely chaotic.

In areas with less damage, the traditional methods are still in place. In severely damaged areas, some use servo skull timing, while others rely solely on the supervisor's intuition, allowing workers to leave work and rest only when the supervisor feels the time is almost up.

Imperial soldiers have even more chaotic schedules. When the war is intense, it is common for them to go without sleep for several days. When they are bored, they can sleep for a long time.

Therefore, Xiao Yi and his group did not need to choose a specific time; they could simply sneak in when the enemy patrolmen changed shifts.

The Astartes, with their superhuman height and exceptional agility, could stealthily approach sentries without making a sound.

Currently, the only ones suspected of corruption are Lancelot and Byron, who also belongs to the Griffin family.

Therefore, instead of killing these ordinary soldiers, Karan and his two companions struck specific pressure points, causing them to fall into a deep, infantile sleep.

Gradually, the elite mortals behind them began to fall behind the Blackfire Battle Group's pace.

Seeing this, Redmond patted Xiao Yi on the shoulder and said, "You continue to advance with Lord Kalan and the others. I'll take care of the rest. Continuing to dawdle will only increase the risk of being exposed."

"Then be careful."

Don't worry.

The sound, which only the two of them could hear, could not escape Astartes' keen ears. Karan nodded slightly to Xiao Yi and quickened his pace.

They quickly disappeared from the sight of the elite mortals. Looking at the lights ahead, Redmond whispered a reminder to the soldiers behind him: "Everyone, stay hidden. Don't expose yourselves for the sake of speed."

Under the cover of shadow, they slowly made their way toward their goal.

Perhaps out of a guilty conscience, or perhaps due to the pressure of reality, Lancelot changed the location of the command headquarters, placing it in a secluded corner of the camp.

When Xiao Yi and his group of four arrived nearby, they could clearly sense that the number of sentries around them had increased. Without a map showing the deployment of sentries, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to pass through this area without alerting the sentries.

No one knows whether a sentry with his sights already aimed at them might be lurking in the seemingly inconspicuous shadows beside them.

Of course, this only applies to ordinary people. For Xiao Yi and his group, as long as they are careful, there shouldn't be any major problems.

With their psychic perception combined with Astartes' superior infiltration abilities, the group successfully infiltrated the new command center without disturbing anyone.

The rusty iron gate made a screeching sound, and when the gap was wide enough for one person to pass through, Xiao Yi squeezed in sideways.

There are people inside, and more than one. We must incapacitate them before they raise an alarm.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yi stomped his feet on the ground and rushed directly towards the unfamiliar aura in the room. The tearing field of the power sword emitted an excited hum, eager to lick the enemy's blood.

The distance between the two sides closed rapidly, and the officer on the other side, who looked like a nobleman, still looked completely bewildered; the outcome seemed to be already decided.

But just as Xiao Yi's power sword was only five centimeters away from the opponent's neck, a slender sword adorned with ornate carvings blocked the blade of his power sword.

The crisp sound of weapons clashing echoed throughout the room, like a musical melody.

"That was close, I almost died."

"I don't recall you having a reservation. It's not very polite to just barge into someone else's room."

Seeing that Xiao Yi was blocked, Kalan immediately rushed forward to finish him off, but the young nobleman's reaction speed exceeded everyone's expectations.

With a flick of his wrist, he redirected the attack from Xiao Yi's power sword to the ground, then lightly touched the ground with his toes and retreated to a safe position.

While dodging, he drew a pistol from his waist with his left hand and fired at Karan, firing beams unlike those emitted by ordinary laser pistols.

This weapon, with its exotic beauty, fires tiny fragments of neurotoxin. Once a human is hit, they are immediately tormented by excruciating pain and plunged into a state worse than death.

This gun was apparently designed not to kill its target, but to torture them with toxins.

The dark green neurotoxin chip grazed Karan's terracotta armor and shot towards the door behind him. The young nobleman reacted quickly, but Astartes was no pushover either.

Karan skillfully maneuvered and quickly reduced the distance between the two to less than a meter. His fist, covered in power armor, slammed directly into his opponent's chest, smashing him into the wall.

Seeing that his target had nowhere to escape, Kalan raised the tactical dagger in his hand, aimed it at the noble youth's heart, and stabbed him without hesitation.

Just then, an invisible energy blocked the two, firmly fixing Karan's attack in mid-air.

Seeing that the attack was slow to land, the young nobleman revealed a wild smile. He raised his pistol and fired repeatedly at the weak points of Karan's power armor.

Astartes was unwilling to let this enemy of the Empire go so easily. To this end, he pressed his other hand on the tactical dagger and pressed down hard, trying to use twice the force to tear open the man's chest and pierce his heart.

Almost there, almost there.

The blade tip moved downwards with difficulty, and just as it touched the opponent's flesh, the shield, which had already absorbed a lot of kinetic energy, suddenly burst out and pushed Kalan away.

This gave the long-suppressed aristocratic youth a brief respite.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds, so much so that Varo and Sion, who were a little slower, didn't catch up immediately.

Using the hurled Karan as a warning, they cautiously followed the mortals before them.

At this moment, Xiao Yi finally remembered the other party's identity.

Byron Griffin, Lancelot Griffin's nephew, was the one who delivered the potion that proved Lancelot might have been corrupted to Gavin.

The fact that his soul was completely corrupted by purple indicates that Byron had utterly succumbed to chaos, which explains why a human could keep up with Astartes' reaction speed.