The robbery continued, but the killing had obviously been observed by the surrounding dark spirit races. Although human spacemarines were the most valuable prey, they also understood that it was the most dangerous prey.
The Dark Spirit Clan cherishes his life very much and will not take risks unless he has no choice. Since there are more vulnerable prey, why bother causing trouble?
Therefore, although Soshiyan and others killed a whole group of robbers, they did not dare to cause trouble for them.
This is a sentence Kayang once mentioned to him before—
"In Comoros, there is no need to be stingy with violence. Only death and blood can bring down those who are plotting against evil."
But elsewhere, killing is entering its climax.
Hundreds of thousands of crew members were driven out of the ship, and they had just experienced the most thrilling hunting, and only a few stopped to think about what happened.
In a crazy, precious few minutes, the Port District looks like a chaotic carnival.
When people realized that they could not return to the ship that became a cage of death, they began to try to find places in the port area where they could provide shelter.
And the killing began at this time.
The public areas of the port area are covered with sheds and narrow streets, and people can only push forward, whether they are normal people, mutants, or other non-human races, whether they are intentional or purely due to madness, their respective hustle and bustle are like headless flies rushing in a certain direction.
But all the large buildings on the street closed their doors, so the survivors soon found themselves out of nowhere to go.
Then, these people soon regretted their recklessness.
Amid the screams, they found that there were figures waiting on each roof—the grim raiders gathered the crowd like they drove away the flock of sheep.
Finally, the nightmare really began.
The raiders first opened fire at the crowd with a smile. The poison crystal teared the body into steaming pieces of flesh and bones, and at the same time recorded the recording of the victim's suffering and enjoyed the pain emitting it.
Some people also took up weapons, but this did not work, people collided with each other and trampled on them, and there was no room for resistance at all.
"knock off!!"
With a loud shout, the shooting stopped. The Dark Spirits took out a huge iron net with numb spikes and wrapped the crowd into it.
The other part pulled out the scimitar and rushed into the crowd trying to escape with a deafening howl. The rapidly rotating weapon cuts and hits everything it touches, slashing many hands and feet. At this time, the target of the Dark Spirit tribe changed, no longer killing, but just plunder.
"It's really unpleasant."
A whisper like a breeze whispered, the "Sebalit" Yugslav of the Silver Tooth Conspiracy Group waved the decapitation blade in his hand, carved a tattoo on a savage who believed in chaos, and prayed in a low voice to respond to the god he believed in.
Sebalit is his title, and he is a low-level officer in the robbery of the conspiracy group, but as a talented Masao son, everyone knows that Yugslav will sooner or later be promoted to 'Dragu' and enter the consul's court - on the premise that he is alive.
The Silver Tooth Conspiracy Group is the seventh largest conspiracy group in Comoros and one of the few conspiracy groups in Comoros that still fanatically believe in the blood god Kane. The warriors of the conspiracy group are very proficient in melee combat, because only melee combat can allow them to feel the pleasure of blood splattering up close and hear the sound of their prey's final breath. At the same time, they will also offer sacrifices to Kane in melee killing.
Yugslav is naturally no exception.
Turning around gracefully, Yugslav slashed his knife through the throat of a monkey wearing bulletproof armor, instantly fell backwards, and sprayed a lot of blood into the air.
Instead of killing and looting the weak, he deliberately chose a group of more "chewy" terror believers, because according to legend, Kane was broken by the evil god of Chaos, so killing the believers of terror is naturally their way of revenge.
When the Chaos believer fell, two mutants with furry and goat heads and bulls all over their bodies, grabbed the rough wide-blade axe and replaced the dead ghost.
The mutant, whose head is shaped like a bull, jumped towards Yugslav, holding the axe high in his hand, making a vague low Gothic language.
"Blood Sacrifice--The Blood God!"
Yugslav sneered and quickly cut off the handle of the axe, and used a quick and neat counterattack to cut open the mutant's belly.
The rough monster fell backwards and howled in pain, while its sheep-headed companion tried to slam from behind Yugslav, but the opponent slipped sideways easily avoided the clumsy attack, and then launched a sudden counterattack, directly cutting off the opponent's horns, causing the opponent to let out a shrill howl.
"To a savage beast, living is a waste."
Yugslav slowly bent down, stretched out his armored arm, grabbed the throat of the ape contaminated by chaos, and crushed its trachea.
The mutant threw down his axe and grabbed its crushed neck tightly, but it was useless.
Yugslav slowly pulled the dagger out of the sheath on his belt, and when the mutant choked and gasped, Yugslav carved Kane's rune on its chest, each of which was slowly and accurately engraved.
"Do you want to know why I did this, beast?"
Yugslav knew that the other party could not understand his language at all, but the rules still had to be met.
"If you are a terror champion, I will do it with the treasured ritual knife. If you are a terror priest, I can barely use the ritual knife, but you are just a lowly mutant ape, so you are not worthy of that knife."
When the last stroke was finished, Yugslav watched the mutant's blood pour out from Kane's sacred rune, then placed the dagger on the beast's dirty fur, put it back into the scabbard, and finally bent down to approach the suffocating mutant.
"You are not worthy, the residue, but I think it's interesting to take your soul away from your dark master. You are branded with Kane, and when you die, you will belong to it, rather than being accepted by some destructive force. Do you understand how much honor you have been rewarded? Although you are not worthy of this at all.
The mutant scratched Yugslav's breastplate frantically before his death, and this true son just let him go, after all, this could not hurt himself at all.
He looked at the mutant's rushing struggle with satisfaction, enjoying the meager pain energy provided by the other party until the light disappeared from its dark yellow eyes.
Just as Yugslav was preparing to recite the prayer praising the Blood Hand Kane, a noisy communication rang out in his helmet.
"Sebalit, some accidents happened..."
The other party's voice was a little afraid and frightened, which made Yugslav a little impatient.
"Say something if you have something to do."
"It's...that...your sister just got killed."
In an instant, Yugslav froze in place as if he was hit by thunder.