"Welcome! Outcasts of the Imperium!" The man, sporting a Mohawk Head, wearing a half-skull mask, almost naked with numerous spiked leather straps, and looking like a dark Van-style figure, stepped onto the stage.
"Today, our great true god, Khorne! He commanded and guided our powerful Meat Lord to kill these merciless oppressors.
Generously grant us food! Fill our hungry bellies, nourish our flesh and blood! Satisfy our bodies and minds."
"Praise the great Khorne! Praise the Meat Lord!"
The Lower Hive people attending the 'Evil Feast' shouted along, expressing gratitude for those two evil names.
Perhaps they had no idea what Khorne was; it might have been a sect leader or the name of a great benefactor.
In any case, this person called 'Khorne' instructed the 'Meat Lord' to grant them food, and it was rare meat.
These poor and pathetic Lower Hive people were immensely grateful in their hearts for Khorne's grace.
Horatio watched.
This was the 41st millennium, the current state of the Imperium in the Age of Ending.
The Upper Hive and spire nobles indulged in endless nights of revelry, living in a drunken stupor.
Meanwhile, the starving people of the Lower Hive were being incited by the Cultist' preachers, brewing a new round of rebellion and uprising.
"Lucullus calling Butterfly Orchid, when do we act?" Horatio pushed the neural implant connected to his arm, whispering the communication code to Inquisitor Ravenor.
"Wait for my signal, I'll go first."
The Inquisitor's subordinates spread out. A man with a fist the size of a sandbag pretended to snatch food, rushing into the crowd, making the already chaotic food-grabbing line even more frenzied and disorderly.
"This is mine!" A thin man with yellowed teeth snatched a plate from the strong man's hand.
The strong man pushed hard, knocking the thin man into the crowd, overturning several gourmands carrying plates.
"My meat! The meat bestowed upon me by the true god!!"
The big man whose plate was overturned roared furiously. He grabbed a wine bottle, smashed it, and, holding the slender neck, plunged it directly into the thin man's waist.
The thin man cried out, veins bulging as he pounced, tearing at the big man's ears and face.
"All of you, line up, damn it!! Damn it, do you want to die? You bunch of bastards!" The Cultist' gunmen roared.
But their armed threats could not deter the intense hunger.
Many people rushed in, snatching the fallen pieces of roasted meat.
The starving people scrambled, pushed, and their emaciated fingers clawed at each other.
The few individual fights eventually devolved into a chaotic brawl, and the last shred of order vanished.
These desperate Lower Hive people made the large bar, converted from a workshop, 'exceptionally lively'.
"Butterfly Orchid calling Lucullus, let's begin our plan."
Inquisitor Ravenor let out a crude burp, exhaling a mouthful of stale air, and recklessly smashed his bottle.
Horatio and Louise exchanged glances and nodded.
Smashing the bottle was the signal for action.
The Inquisition agents began their respective operations.
Yoyo used the small knife with a hacking device in her hand to pry open the electronic door of a room that might contain important intelligence.
After a wary glance around to ensure no one was present, she wagged her little tail and hopped inside.
She couldn't read, but anything with writing on it, she would pocket, leaving not a single page behind.
Gradually, the papers and letters filled every corner of her person.
Horatio and Louise walked arm-in-arm, whispering intimately, feigning a look of lustful confusion, heading to the back of the podium, which was behind the target.
They looked like a young couple who had drunk too much and wanted to vent their carnal desires.
"Hey! Don't screw around here… Ugh!"
Before the gunman could finish his warning, Louise swung her arm, the composite knife hilt landing in her hand. She threw the flying knife, piercing the gunman's throat. Blood trickled from his artery, and a look of impatience and confusion still lingered on his face.
At the same time, Horatio had silently walked behind two gunmen who had reacted and were about to fire warning shots, tapping them on the shoulder.
The two instinctively turned their heads, and the monomolecular blade and iron hand fingertips directly pierced from their chins upwards to their foreheads.
Thud—
Firearms dropped from their hands, and their lifeless bodies slumped powerlessly.
The two gunmen naturally slumped onto Horatio, who embraced the two corpses, making it look like three acquaintances were walking arm-in-arm, dragging them into the dark corner.
The two, having undergone Navy Heir surgery and special forces training, dealt with the Guards behind the stand with terrifying efficiency.
Meanwhile, at the front, the impatient gunmen finally opened fire on the chaotic crowd.
The indiscriminate spray killed several rioters but failed to scare these hungry 'zombies'.
Suddenly, a string of silent, extremely thin circular throwing stars shot over, and beautiful, artistic crystal shards embedded themselves in the gunmen's throats.
The woman carrying the Eldar shuriken catapult also revealed her weapon, sweeping at the Cultist' gunmen who had rushed to maintain order, instantly unleashing a storm of blades on the scene.
The high-energy pulses within the gun rapidly sliced the ammunition core in the barrel into monomolecularly thick circular blades, then propelled them out via a magnetic accelerator.
The firing rate of this Eldar weapon far exceeded that of the Imperium of Man's infantry weapons; it could silently fire 1500 sharp monomolecular shurikens per minute, tearing enemies completely into shredded chunks of meat.
"Enemy!! Someone has infiltrated!! Warriors! Assemble!" The Cultist, under attack, only saw their own people falling, but could not see the attackers hidden in the chaos.
Facing the crossfire, the target became alert. He shouted loudly, calling for reinforcements.
But behind the podium, the sound of crossfire erupted.
Louise and Horatio, using the assassins' weapons, ambushed the reinforcing Cultist' gunmen from a dark, elevated position.
By the time the target looked behind him in horror, a group of bleeding corpses already lay on the ground.
Seeing the situation was dire, he decisively chose to immediately relocate. Just as he was running down the stand with four Guards.
"Where do you think you're going?"
A pair of cold blue eyes flashed, and Horatio, hidden in the darkness, charged out.
The Howling Teeth Gang's second-in-command, also a warrior, quickly reacted under the blessing and empowerment of the Evil God's power, roaring as he met the charge.
The two clashed at extreme speed, their fists like wind, their footwork like rain, parrying and blocking each other's moves back and forth, appearing evenly matched.
But Horatio had no time to waste on him.
He played a dirty trick, disregarding martial ethics.
After a block, he slightly turned to block with his iron hand, from which the officer's Navy Blast Pistol materialized. A sudden blast, and the blast round shattered the man's foot.
"Ah!!" The strong man involuntarily bent over, crying out in agony.
Horatio grabbed his polymer special forces knife and plunged it into the man's hand, which he instinctively raised to protect his body.
The blade pierced his palm, and the remaining force pinned it to the wall covered in blasphemous symbols.
"You scum playing witchcraft tricks!"
The Mohawk Head glared, as if realizing something, and erupted with anger far surpassing that of his pierced palm.
Khorne followers abhor psychic abilities, viewing them as mere tricks played by cunning children.
With his other hand, he quickly drew a pistol from his person, intending to open a hole in Horatio's abdomen, who was too close.
But just as he raised it halfway, the quick-witted Louise kicked the gun flying with a graceful high kick, pinning it to the ceiling.
Bang bang bang!
Horatio, holding his gun, swiftly darted from in front of the strong man, aiming at his Guards.
His iron hand's index finger tightly squeezed the trigger, and his left hand's four fingers slapped the hammer at superhuman speed.
So fast, it seemed as if four precise blast rounds were fired within a single gunshot.
Four guard gunmen, with large holes blown open in their bodies by standard Navy Blast Pistols, fell dead in horrifying ways.
Horatio stared fiercely into the man's eyes. He was still trying to resist, reaching out with his still-mobile hand to grab Horatio's throat.
But this laughable resistance only brought ruthless suppression. Horatio snatched the knife from Louise's hand and pinned his other palm to the wall as well.
Thud!
Suddenly, the Chef man, wearing huge triangular iron helmets adorned with blasphemous symbols, threw platters full of roasted human flesh at the two.
Louise raised her arm, shielding herself from the overwhelming barrage of meat chunks, and dodged a huge iron platter flying towards her head.
"Watch out!" Horatio shouted. As Louise instinctively dodged, several Chefs had already grabbed their blood-stained, broad meat cleavers and charged directly at them.
Bang!
A blast round shattered one of them.
Click!
The last remaining blast round in the six-shot revolving cylinder also fired.
The chrome-plated pistol hammer emitted a crisp metallic sound.
Horatio pulled a dagger from the wall, preparing for combat, but this small and light special forces dagger seemed somewhat insufficient against the swinging great cleavers.
Suddenly, a blue psychic field covered the entire passage, and the temperature plummeted, making one shiver.
The attacking enemies clutched their heads in pain, muffled roars of unknown meaning emanating from their iron triangles, and veins bulged on their bare skin.
Like unlubricated marionettes, they slowly knelt before Horatio and Louise.
Then, trembling, they raised the knives in their hands, their eyes filled with terror as their uncontrollable hands pointed the blade tips at their throats.
The 'Chef' with the Khorne evil tattoo on his head was gritting his teeth, his face contorted in a grimace, as if wrestling with an invisible enemy, blood spatters flying with his gasps. But as the blade tip inexorably and slowly pierced his throat, his face finally showed utter horror.
"Eeek!!!"
Pfft!
These strong men, in front of Horatio's indifferent face, plunged their knives into their throats, then ripped them horizontally, their triangular heads instantly drooping onto their chests, the weight tearing through the remaining flesh and skin, a truly gruesome scene.
Two other man were still trying to forcibly resist this terrifying and strange sense of manipulation.
But the man, extending his hand and walking slowly, had already appeared at one end of the corridor.
Inquisitor Ravenor, as if bored and disgusted, rotated his outstretched hand and clenched it into a fist.
Instantly, a terrifying explosion sounded.
Pfft!
Two fat, large-headed human heads, still wearing their iron triangular helmets, instantly exploded, and headless bodies spewing blood like fountains fell to the ground.
Louise seemed somewhat surprised, but Horatio remained unfazed, as if he had already expected him.
"It seems our cooperation is very harmonious." Inquisitor Ravenor smiled as he walked towards Horatio.
"This is the guy, the Howling Teeth Gang's second-in-command."
Horatio looked at the muscular Mohawk Head, gripped the knife hilt pinned in the man's palm, and pulled downwards.
"Ah!!!" A pig-like scream instantly echoed throughout the entire underground bar.