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Chapter 3

There is a Genestealer cult on the planet and one that has been around for a while too. Seeing that my attacker is a fourth generation.

Right now I need to find out more information to plant my next move accordingly.

I reached down to touch the hybrid head and started to try and read his memory.

As I tried to enter his mind, I was blocked by an interconnected field of psychic energy.

This should be the broodmind of the cult, I try pushing through it, but it was no use. The field is just too strong to pierce through.

I then try to feel the broodmind to see how big it is, and it was massive stretching across multiple hive city with countless thread weaving into a giant field broadcasting it signal to any hive fleet which may pick it up.

From what I know of Warhammer a cult of this size is unnaturally large, most worlds would have already attracted the attention of a hive fleet to devour the planet and the cult would have carried out their great uprising to soften up the planet defenses for their insect overlord.

Maybe there wasn't any hive fleet nearby or there is a warp storm which is disrupting the signal?

Either way, the cult is big, and it is pretty powerful.

But then again, why do I care ? Right now I just need to save up for some gold, buy a spaceship and get out of here.

The lowest price for a FTL capable ship in the shop right now is 35,000 gold. I just need to save up and book it away from here, no need to deal with things that don't involve me.

I'm strong enough that no lone Genestealer or small group can easily take me. I mean, it sucks for the people of this planet, but that's just how things are in this galaxy. Furthermore, I don't know anyone here, so why bother.

I stab my sword into the Genestealer's head, killing it instantly.

I then went to clean up my camp and prepare to move into another spot, more secure.

These streets are the same as always dark, filthy, cold and uncaring you can feel the despair and misery.

Here hope lay cripple and butched where the weak come to die and the strong just buying extra time.

Gangs and criminals roam the street looking for easy targets to either rob blind, catch to slave, violate, ... whatever they want if they have enough strength to do it.

I feel people eyeing me as I walk by with laser focus looking for any crack, any weakness and anything of value. It doesn't take a psychic to know that they will pounce on you for every pound of flesh you have, both figuratively and literally.

With a glare and a bit of bloodlust, I scare them off and continue on my way.

The lawlessness combined with desperation that is palpable in the under hive is a poison that both cull the light of good and taints the soul here with a vicious cruelty.

In a way, the under hive is like a Kodoku jar. Much like the bug in the jar, the Imperium tosses all of its pests and undesirables down a pit, letting them devour each other, leaving only the most vile among scum and criminals to survive.

But not everyone here is a total scumbag. Some are just born here or the unfortunate innocence, victims of circumstance who find themselves in situations where going here is the only choice they can make.

People who broke some stupid obscure law, pissing off the people in charge or their relative, stealing ration to feed their starving family, getting frame or having the sentence of your long forgotten ancestor pass on to you to carried out.

With how broken and corrupted the legal system and law enforcer of the Imperium are, countless innocent are sentence to death and torture every day only for them to seek refuge in the under hive to hide from their unjust sentence.

After sneaking through security or paying an exorbitant amount to get smuggled in.

Both of these methods with varying amounts of success, the security system often work and smugglers sometimes double-cross their client getting pay in full from the client and extra from handing them over back into the power maul Arbitrator.

Those who made it despite the odds are greeted with the hellhole that is the under hive and well one can imagine what they will find in this dark abyss crave out of rusting steel, concrete and human malice.

"Help! Help! Someone please help me"

Snapping out of my thoughts, I heard a scream in the distance and moved to investigate.

Six gangers were surrounding two young girls, one of them looked less than 10 year old and the other was in her late teens.

The ganger grabbed the teen hand and threw her to the ground.

"Scream all you want, baby, nobody is gonna come. Isn't that right, boys."

"Ha ha ha ha ha, …"

"This is guardian territory, you won't get away with this."

"Oh please girly the guardian is just Grox shit made up by frakking maggot to scare off a spineless weakling, but I'm not afraid, if anything that bitch should be afraid of me."

The ganger said smugly, he breathes in deeply pumping up his chest bumping it with both of his fists.

"Now come with me, baby girl. I can give you and your sis a warm bed and food, and all you have to do it to suck my *bang* …"

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

In a single motion I quickly draw my Ebony and Ivory from my holster blowing the heads off of the 6 gangers, their brain matter and blood splatter everywhere like showering the girl like a pop water balloon.

[The skill Firearm Mastery have been created.]

It was the first time I used a gun, but I think I did a pretty good job. The two girls look shaken, but otherwise they should be fine.

"Wait."

As I was about to leave, I heard their voice call out to me again.

"Wait, please, lord guardian. Please help us."