The mutated monsters that had seemed unstoppable were as fragile as paper under Gavo's fists and kicks.
After punching away another attacker wielding twin axes, Gavo felt the dense Warp taint on its body.
It was an extremely evil power.
It shared the same origin as Gavo's psychic ability, yet it carried an endless desire for destruction.
This was Chaos born from the Warp.
Unfortunately, she only remembered that specific name. Any deeper memories connected to it still slumbered behind that strange fog.
But Gavo knew one thing clearly.
Chaos represented the absolute malice of the Warp.
At that thought, her heart immediately trembled.
Because when you encountered a Chaos horror in plain sight, that meant the unseen corners were almost certainly already crawling with them.
In that sense, they were quite a lot like the cockroaches of ancient Terra.
The southern kind, especially.
At that moment, Gavo finally understood why she had kept feeling that eerie sense of unease.
They had to get word of Chaos out of here as fast as possible, so the upper hive enforcers and the Planetary Defence Force could purge it before the situation worsened.
Otherwise, this disaster would snowball with terrifying speed and eventually turn into a bloody rebellion capable of overturning the entire hive world.
But how exactly were they supposed to escape now?
Gavo lashed out with a brutal kick and sent flying an attacker that had tried to strike the adoptive father on the cart behind her, but the next instant more monsters were already rushing in.
At that moment, the blood of battle in her body began burning wildly once more, almost beyond restraint.
"Rabbit-Mouth, watch my father!"
With her eyes bloodshot from excitement, Gavo kicked the cart farther back into a safer middle-rear position.
Once she fell into battle frenzy, it was hard for her to keep protecting her adoptive father, so even if he would not want it, she had to send him away.
Now free of that burden, she slowly turned toward those mutated, bloodthirsty horrors, then exploded forward into slaughter.
They seemed to realize how dangerous Gavo was. They even gave up attacking the other members of the warband and charged in a mass toward the center of the line where she stood.
Gavo was thrown into a bitter fight. Her attacks carried a bonus effect against these twisted freaks, and often a single hit was enough to badly wound one.
But there were too many of them. No one knew how many of these monsters had been buried in this ground beforehand. At a glance, they seemed almost endless.
"Damn it, are you greenskins or something? Why do you keep crawling out of the dirt?!"
She snarled in fury as she drove a charged punch through the enemy before her, then ripped out its blood-soaked spine as she pulled her arm back.
But these creatures were just like Gavo when she entered battle mode. They did not feel pain, they did not fear death, and the deaths of their own kind only inflamed their hunger to kill.
"Blood for the ritual! Blood for the ritual!"
They roared madly and fearlessly rushed the one who had already slain more than a dozen of their companions with her bare hands.
Seeing that, Gavo also gave a low growl and charged straight into them, completely forgetting that she was supposed to be logistics.
At this moment, she had fully entered combat mode, making perfect use of every enhancement her system talents gave her.
In just a blink, Gavo killed three of them in smooth, flowing motions.
Her graceful and agile body held overwhelming force, yet at the same time carried a suffocating beauty of slaughter.
That sort of thrilling tension and attraction felt less like martial skill and more like a dance.
The enemies' shrieks became pleasing strings.
The bursts of her comrades' guns became thunderous war drums.
On this stage built from blood and fire, Gavo took the wild beating of her own heart as the metronome and began a lethal dance of slaughter.
Once Gavo began carving through them on her side, the pressure on Griffin's end immediately dropped.
At last, he found enough breathing room between shots to pull the map of the northern district from his chest and search for the next direction of retreat.
His dark, wolf-like, cunning eyes leaped from building to building, then finally locked onto the place he considered the most ideal escape point.
"Break out to the east!"
He roared and then led the charge straight toward the direction from which the monsters were coming.
That naturally drew the attention of many bloodthirsty monsters.
Raising their weapons, they charged Ironarm in frenzied madness.
Seeing that, Griffin showed no fear at all. Instead, a mocking smile flashed in his eyes.
In an instant, three monsters died under his precise burst-fire headshots.
One finally managed to close the distance and reach him, only to be skewered straight through the body by his powerful iron hand a moment later.
Griffin raised the still-twitching monster high, as though lifting a war banner, and shouted,
"Charge with me!"
That kind of savage boldness instantly reignited the fighting spirit of the Tearblood fighters, who had been slipping into confusion and panic.
They raised their guns and followed the cruelest lone wolf of the underhive in a desperate breakout.
Already fully worked up from the killing, Gavo immediately rushed to Griffin's side.
The two of them were like the sharpest blades, leading the remaining members of the warband as a single spear that punched viciously through the monsters.
Although most of the enemy were drawn toward Griffin and Gavo, plenty of monsters were still crashing into the rear.
If even one person failed to keep up, then the next instant they would be torn to pieces by the mad creatures.
It was cruel, but it was the only way to survive.
Griffin's deep eyes fixed on the towering structure not far away.
It was a funnel-shaped steel tower, from which several enormous pipes extended straight upward into the sky and connected with the hive above.
A purification tower, one of the key parts of the hive city's water circulation system.
It drew in the filthy groundwater of the underhive, then transformed it into precious clean water through a purification process derived from a piece of STC technology.
But that huge amount of pure water was not for the underhive scum to enjoy. It was supplied to the lords of the upper hive and the spires.
Although the water was drawn from the underhive, no underhive scum would ever be allowed to lay a finger on it, not even a top-tier gang like the Tearblood Gang.
After all, the lords had already rewarded the underhive by sending down the upper hive's polluted air through aerosol settling technology.
Air for water.
Very reasonable.
Of course, the troublesome masses of the underhive clearly did not see it that way.
So, to prevent any blind fool from contaminating the water enjoyed by the lords, every purification tower was guarded by well-equipped Planetary Defence Force troops.
And those troops were exactly who Griffin was counting on for help.
After all, the Tearblood Gang dealt with them often enough, and those monsters were clearly abnormal at a glance.
As guardians of order, they would surely act and destroy these crazed freaks.
That was what he told himself.
And it was all he could tell himself.
Because they were the only people he could still hope to rely on.
"As long as we can reach that place, everything will get better."
(End of Chapter)
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