286: Chapter 287 Spirit Race Ranger

"Something is wrong."

Legend of Lu Shi raised the Plasma Gun and made a tactical gesture,

"There are a lot of dragged bloodstains on the ground here, and the corpses seem to have been dragged collectively into that slightly larger abandoned workshop."

Mudslide understood.

He let out a low roar, the phase shield in his left hand instantly lit up with a dazzling blue deflector light curtain, taking the lead and kicking apart the tattered wooden door, charging straight into the workshop!

Legend of Lu Shi and Heisi followed closely behind, their gun muzzles instantly locking onto the entire area.

However.

The very next second after Mudslide rushed in.

In the pitch-dark and dim dome shadows of the workshop, a lightning-fast dark figure was gliding silently against the wall.

The opponent didn't waste any words at all, directly raising a bizarrely shaped alien weapon in its hand that flickered with a eerie blue light, unleashing a charged bombardment straight at Mudslide who was rushing at the very front!

"Boom!"

A high-intensity eerie blue energy beam instantly slammed into Mudslide's phase shield!

The phase shield's deflector light curtain trembled violently, stirring up ripples of energy that were almost on the verge of shattering.

The powerful recoil forcibly pushed Mudslide back by half a step.

Fortunately, the phase shield had formidable defense and successfully absorbed most of the damage.

Relying on the built-in night vision system of the Power Armor, the three of them finally saw the appearance of the dark figure that launched the sneak attack.

At that instant.

All three of them froze, and even shouted out in unison:

"It's you?!"

I saw that the figure standing on the dilapidated roof beam, holding the alien gun and coldly looking down at them, was precisely the Aeldari Ranger who tried to assign them side quests on the streets of Black Port a few days ago!

However, the Aeldari Ranger raised that twist-shaped shuriken pistol once more and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Mudslide, rushing at the very front, didn't evade at all.

Although he was a player who liked running trade routes, he was even more of a hardcore veteran who entered the game during the second closed beta.

Right from the start, he participated in the Green-skin interception battle, and the number of Green-skins that died by his hands couldn't even be counted on two hands.

His level and physical function stats were second only to those four pioneer veteran workhorses of the first batch among all players.

"Bang!"

The eerie blue shuriken struck the phase shield, stirring up a circle of dazzling energy ripples.

Utilizing the burst of the Power Armor, Mudslide exerted a sudden force from his waist.

The entire person was like a heavy tank traveling at full speed, slamming straight into the load-bearing pillar beneath the roof beam with his shield.

"Rumble!"

The thick metal load-bearing pillar was snapped on the spot!

How could that Aeldari Ranger expect that the seemingly clumsy human in front of her could burst out with such terrifying kinetic energy.

The roof beam collapsed, and she lost her balance and fell from mid-air.

Before she even hit the ground, Mudslide had already taken a big stride forward.

The shield slapped over fiercely like a wall.

The Aeldari Ranger barely twisted her body in mid-air to dodge her vital points, but her shoulder was still grazed by the edge of the shield.

Under the intense pain, the bizarrely shaped shuriken pistol in her hand slipped right out of her grip, flying a dozen meters away and sliding into the standing water in the corner.

She slammed heavily onto the ground, just wanting to flip over and spring up.

"Don't move."

Legend of Lu Shi had already walked forward with large strides.

The muzzle of the plasma rifle in his hand lit up with a dangerous blue light, pressing hard against her head.

Legend of Lu Shi looked down at her from above:

"Did you kill the civilians here?"

The Aeldari Ranger held her dislocated shoulder.

She coldly glanced at the three people's oppressive full-coverage helmets, and spat out two words through gritted teeth: "No."

"Heisi, watch her; if she dares to move recklessly, shoot directly."

Legend of Lu Shi did not jump to an immediate conclusion.

Holding his gun, he began to carefully look around this workshop filled with a bloody stench.

Dozens of corpses of lower-class civilians lay sprawled across the ground in disorder.

These corpses were not randomly slaughtered, but had their blood intentionally drained, and were arranged on the ground into a concentric circle pattern according to some specific eerie rule.

Broken limbs formed complex geometric lines, looking full of a certain blasphemous ritualistic sense.

"Brother Lu, this technique..." Mudslide kicked away a severed hand at his feet, "looks like it was done by cultists."

"High probability yes."

Legend of Lu Shi nodded.

He turned around and walked out of the workshop, carefully searched the periphery of the shanty town for a circle, and soon returned.

"Judging from the rigidity of the corpses and the state of blood coagulation, they have been dead for at most no more than two hours."

Legend of Lu Shi analyzed,

"The murderer didn't do any decent cover-up either; the footprints and bloodstains went all the way north along the pipes."

Heisi held the gun, staying on alert all around:

"What do you say? Are we going back first to report to that old hag of a governor, or continue chasing?"

Mudslide pulled down his faceplate, revealing an angry expression: "Nonsense! Of course we continue chasing! Find that scum first and slaughter them all before talking!"

Legend of Lu Shi touched his chin:

"The situation here is unclear, and there are only three of us right now. It's safer to think it over carefully."

"Safe my ass!"

Mudslide grew anxious, pointing at the corpses on the ground and shouting loudly,

"You're confused! These living lower-class civilians are all our future labor force! They are our cargo! Every extra person those killers murder now equals a reduction in our cargo. This fucking thing is robbing us of our money!"

Hearing this earth-shattering logic.

Legend of Lu Shi and Heisi both froze on the spot.

A few seconds later, the two suddenly realized.

"Holy shit, what you said makes sense!"

Legend of Lu Shi slapped his thigh,

"Cutting off someone's financial path is like killing their parents! Let's go! Chase after them and waste them!"

The three immediately reached a consensus and prepared to set off with a murderous aura.

At this time, Heisi pointed at the Aeldari Ranger sitting on the ground:

"Then what about this bean sprout girl?"

Legend of Lu Shi glanced at her.

At this moment, the Aeldari Ranger was pulling out a glowing wraithbone crystal from the leather pouch at her waist, pressing it against her dislocated shoulder to perform some slow healing.

"Elves seem to be creatures that hold grudges."

Legend of Lu Shi muttered,

"If we shoot her dead now, in case it provokes the pursuit of some Aeldari fleet in the future, it will be troublesome for our trade route running."

He walked over to the Aeldari Ranger and squatted down:

"What are you running here for with nothing better to do? What you said on the street earlier about asking us to investigate something, is it related to these cultists?"

The Aeldari Ranger stopped her healing action.

That pair of heterochromatic pupils stared at Legend of Lu Shi, her voice low and ethereal:

"The threads of fate have snapped, and the seer guided me here to find the key to breaking the situation. But the prophecy also tells me... if you continue forward, you will surely fall into a hopeless predicament of death."

Listening to this obscure and nonsensical riddle.

Legend of Lu Shi helplessly rolled his eyes.

Although he knew this was the Warhammer Universe, as a member of The Fourth Calamity, he had always believed that truth lies within the range of cannons.

He certainly wouldn't take the NPC's mumbo-jumbo prophecy seriously.

"This girl looks quite pretty, but unfortunately her brain doesn't seem to work too well."

Legend of Lu Shi stood up and waved at Mudslide,

"Leave her here to fend for herself, let's go."

Mudslide walked to the corner, bent down and picked up the shuriken pistol.

He fiddled with it twice, finding no trigger, and the PV didn't pop up any weapon equipment attribute panel prompts.

"Can't use it, it's gene-locked."

Mudslide shook his head, casually threw the gun back to the Aeldari Ranger, and walked out of the workshop in large strides following the other two.

The Aeldari Ranger caught her weapon, a hint of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

She sat back in place to heal for a while longer.

When her shoulder injury had recovered almost enough, she stood up, carefully identified the direction of the lingering psychic fluctuations in the air, and with a flash of her figure, silently followed behind.

...

Following the bloodstains on the ground, the three of them shuttled quickly through the maze-like lower district.

Black Port had no distinction between day and night.

The laborers at the bottom couldn't afford timers either; most people just lay down by the roadside to sleep when tired, and crawled up to continue working once awake.

Therefore, no matter what time it was, there were a large number of residents in the lower district moving around like walking corpses.

Wearing heavy Power Armor and carrying a strong bloody stench as they walked forward on the streets, the three surprisingly did not arouse any guard from the numb residents around them, at most exchanging a few awed and numb gazes.

Ten minutes later.

"The bloodstains end here."

Legend of Lu Shi stopped his footsteps.

He squatted on the ground, looking at a pool of dried bloodstains on the concrete ground,

"But there are a lot of rut marks of heavy objects being dragged on the ground. If I guess correctly..."

He raised his head and looked at a huge metal building not far ahead.

That was a typical storage freight station.

The rusty rolling shutter door was half open, revealing a dim yellow light from inside.

"They are inside." Legend of Lu Shi pulled down the faceplate of the Power Armor.

Mudslide:

"Let's go, charge straight in, finish this job and go back to count money."

Just as Mudslide was about to launch a charge.

Heisi suddenly stopped the two of them:

"Wait, look at the ground, what is this?"

The two turned back.

Following the direction of Heisi's finger, in the dark corner outside the warehouse gate, a strange pattern was painted with dark red paint.

"It looks like a sun." Mudslide leaned closer to take a look.

Legend of Lu Shi glanced at it:

"In the Empire, the sun generally symbolizes Holy Terra and the Emperor, and this kind of graffiti is everywhere.

But this one is drawn crookedly, and there's an extra gear-like notch in the middle. It's probably drawn blindly by some uncultured lower-class person. Never mind these, business is more important."

The three immediately adjusted their formation.

Mudslide took the lead holding the phase shield.

He walked up to the rolling shutter door, raised a foot, and directly kicked the rusty metal door weighing several tons into overall deformation, collapsing backward!