I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

Chapter 012: Boss = Emperor

Abandoned mine pit.

Old Jack, with his fully armed men, stealthily made his way to the entrance and immediately spotted Dejan Davent in the crowd.

"Aha!"

Old Jack was overjoyed and led his men to surround them.

"Don't move!"

"Hands up, you bastard!" he yelled, striding up to Deyan. "Kid, you're dead this time. Trying to run? You lowly miner, did you start this?"

The cunning followers around him remained silent, their eyes cold.

Seeing that old Jack still didn't understand the situation and looked smug, Dejan couldn't help but laugh and bowed like a clown taking his final bow.

"Thank you."

"What?"

While Old Jack was stunned, Deyan suddenly stepped back and shouted, "The stronghold has been exposed! For the Four-Armed Emperor, tear them apart!!!"

It was as if the gates of hell had been opened.

A dense, rustling sound echoed from the depths of the mine tunnels connecting the abandoned mine pits.

"grumble…"

"Crack~ Hoo!"

"Whoosh... hiss..."

The short, sharp sounds of shells clashing and high-frequency, ear-piercing screechs intertwined as swarms of third and fourth generation hybrid thieves, wielding pickaxes, iron bars, sharpened steel bars, and even a few crude firearms, charged toward the guards.

"God Emperor..."

Old Jack was horrified and hastily drew his gun and fired.

They fell for the trap.

He wasn't a hunter; he was completely outmaneuvered by Dejan from beginning to end.

Old Jack grew angrier the more he thought about it, firing his gun while cursing Dejan.

"Trash, cunning worm!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Come out and face me, you little brat!!!"

The curses were quickly drowned out by the gunfire.

Thanks to the support of the traveling merchant family, the guards were equipped with Carterell infantry laser guns and shotguns, and old Jack, as the leader, was even equipped with a bomb gun.

The 20 men stood back to back in a circle, and their concentrated firepower brought down the cunning believer at the front.

But these cunning scoundrels knew no fear, and continued their charge over the corpses of their comrades.

The third and fourth generation hybrids are almost indistinguishable from humans in appearance. They do not have the obvious chitinous exoskeleton and exaggerated four arms of the first generation hybrids. Their physical strength is about twice that of ordinary people, their pain tolerance is extremely high, and they are not afraid of death.

The hundreds of fearless mixed-race individuals put immense pressure on Old Jack and his men.

Every now and then, guards would scream as they were swallowed by the waves.

From the shadows of the mine, two exceptionally tall and incredibly fast figures lunged out.

One of its arms mutated into a giant bone blade, easily cleaving through the body of a guard.

Another four-armed man grabbed the guard's legs and tore him in two with a sickening crack!

The appearance of two first-generation mixed-race individuals completely killed the game.

"Monster... Monster!!"

The morale of the guards collapsed.

"Alternating cover during the retreat!"

Old Jack fired and retreated, reporting the situation to his communicator during reloading breaks.

His companion's dying screams brought his hatred for Dejan to its peak.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find Dejan.

Deyan fled the moment the battle broke out. He was running wildly through the mine tunnels when he ran into three cunning followers as soon as he turned a corner.

Both sides were taken aback for a moment.

Birdman recognized Deyang, and his eyes instantly turned fierce.

"Didn't you go to see the divine messenger?"

Deyan, too lazy to waste words, took the initiative and precisely stabbed the iron pickaxe in the eye socket of the nearest believer. He then snatched the iron pickaxe from the other believer's hand and smashed the temple of another believer.

His attacks were ruthless and decisive, each move potentially fatal.

He was no longer that clueless newbie.

"Traitor, kill him!"

Birdman screamed and pounced.

Dejan ducked to avoid the iron bar, then swung his pickaxe to break the birdman's knee, finishing him off as he fell to the ground with a blow to the chest.

As he lay dying, the madness in Birdman's eyes faded, and he regained some of his sanity.

The essence of the hybrid cunning is that human consciousness is covered and distorted by the biological instincts of the Tyranids.

At the moment of death, the mental connection collapses.

Repressed fragments of human memory surface.

This means that, in his final moments, the cunning man died as a human being.

You should know that once their genes are contaminated, they often start with their closest relatives, dragging the most important people in their lives into the abyss. How heavy must that sin be?

What's more despairing than falling into depravity is regaining clarity after falling into it.

"What a messed up world."

Deyang sighed, shook his head, and turned to disappear into the darkness.

The entire Butuo mine was in complete chaos, with gunshots, explosions, screams, and inhuman roars echoing everywhere.

After a long period of infiltration by the cunning, many key nodes were breached, the main power supply was cut off, and large areas were plunged into darkness, with only the flashes of fire from explosions and sporadic gunfire visible.

Large numbers of believers are storming the high walls of the mining area and engaging in fierce fighting with the guards on top of the walls.

Relying on his memory and familiarity with the terrain, Deyan prepared to head to the middle-level living area to open the blind boxes.

The Buto mine is surrounded by vast wastelands and radioactive wasteland.

Without supplies, leaving the mine will most likely mean certain death.

As we passed a fork in the road filled with abandoned minecarts, Oglin's signature roar came from ahead.

Dejan cautiously approached and saw that the clever Oglin from before was being attacked by a group of cunning thieves.

Oglin is incredibly strong; he can knock a scoundrel flying with a single punch, but he can't overcome the fact that the scoundrels outnumber him.

Faced with a relentless barrage of attacks, Oglin was already covered in wounds, his roars were growing weaker, and his movements were becoming increasingly slow.

"You're lucky."

Deyan muttered something, picked up his blood-dripping pickaxe, and joined the melee.

With Deyan joining the fray, the battle ended quickly.

The price he paid was blunt force trauma to his chest and thigh, which cost him 30 health points.

"Short guy..." Oglin panted heavily, grinning sheepishly.

This guy finally stopped pretending.

"Come with me, I'll take you on a very waaaaag journey," Deyan said, hands on his hips, extending an invitation.

Oglin glanced at the cunning corpses around him and nodded emphatically.

This short man gave him food and saved his life; he must be a great boss.

"I'll go with you."

"Let's go."

Deyang didn't dare linger and led the big guy toward the middle level.

The middle floor is the living area.

A place where production is coordinated.

Most people were reassigned to combat positions, leaving the middle ranks somewhat empty.

"By the way, what's your name?" Deyan turned around and asked in a low voice.

Oglin clutched his stomach, his face contorted with bitterness and resentment.

"Pete."

Why are you clutching your stomach?

"I'm hungry... I haven't eaten anything."

"You talk like you've eaten something yourself." Deyan looked around in the unfamiliar building, not knowing where to find food for a moment.

He was also hungry and urgently needed to replenish his energy.

Fortunately, we were lucky and actually found a place where supplies were stored after searching all the way.

When Deyan saw the pile of canned goods, protein bars, and full water tanks, his eyes lit up. He rushed over and devoured the food, even carrying a bag with him after he was full.

"Come on, come on, stop eating! If we keep dragging this out, the reinforcements from the Nest City will arrive!" Seeing Pete still clutching the protein bar, Deyang was furious and slapped Pete's bald head. "Stop eating, you idiot!"

Pete then let go, reluctantly joining Dejan in breaking through to the outer perimeter.

The closer they got to the wall, the fiercer the fighting became.

Just as they were about to reach the base of a wall that had collapsed and formed a slope, a man suddenly stood up from behind a reinforced machine gun emplacement to their side. The dark muzzle of the rotary heavy machine gun exuded an aura of death in the dim light.

Old Jack's face twisted in a rage. "You little bastard, I knew you'd come here. I'm going to beat you to a pulp."

"Da da da da...!"

The heavy machine gun spat out deadly flames, and the size of a bowl of shells instantly exploded on the rocky ground around Dejan and Pete, sending rubble and hot metal fragments flying everywhere.

The two were pinned down behind a piece of ore about half their height, unable to lift their heads.

"Hahaha, run! Why aren't you running anymore?!" Old Jack shouted hysterically as he fired wildly.

Even though Jizhe was clearly attacking the high wall, he didn't go to help, but instead blocked Deyang here, which shows how much he hates Deyang.

Amidst the flames of the explosion, a dazzling golden light flashed.

Old Jack's laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

He witnessed the most incredible sight of his life.

Surrounded by golden light, Deyang charged forward despite being hit by heavy machine gun fire.

Unharmed.

The bullets struck, but not even a ripple was created.

"A...psychic?"

Old Jack was so shocked he was visibly terrified.

Startled, he gripped the trigger tightly until the firing pin made a hollow sound.

Before Old Jack could reload, Dejan had already rushed over, his pickaxe whipping up a gust of wind as he knocked Old Jack to the ground.

【clang!】

[Heart Steel Layers +1]

"Spare my life, I was just following orders. Don't you want to know who's targeting you?" Old Jack finally got scared.

Dejan seemed not to hear, and smashed old Jack's head with a pickaxe.

"Elijah Coron, I'll settle the score with him sooner or later."

[Hextech Crystal +10, 1020]

Oh, I see. An elite unit is worth 10 Hextech Crystals, so you only need to kill 48 more elite units to open a Silver Hextech Roulette.

Deyan smiled with satisfaction, picked up the captured bomb gun, and continued forward.

Pete followed behind, mouth agape, gazing reverently at Dejan's retreating figure.

His not-so-tall body now appeared so majestic.

The emperor is golden.

The boss is also gold.

Therefore, the boss = emperor!!!

"Pete."

"what?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Deyang gritted his teeth.