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Chapter 30 Psionic Assassin?Naruto!
Four months ago, the Leather sector.

A dilapidated small spaceship with an ordinary appearance is sailing from the planet Cheslatan to the world of Schwerin Hive.

In the small cabin of the spaceship, it was full of ragged people.

This is a slave ship.

To be precise, it was still an illegal slave ship.

Every hive world is a meat grinder for flesh and soul. The blood merchants of the slave union will always have an endless supply of slaves. When the local slaves are not enough, some blood merchants will turn their attention to It was always easy to take slaves from underdeveloped native worlds, but this behavior was not allowed by the Empire.

The slaves in dirty sackcloth huddled against the cold steel wall, and the entire dimly lit cabin only echoed the weak groans of the slaves.

Slaves often wore sackcloth hoods, with their heads lowered, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

Suddenly, several slaves sitting among them were shocked.

They raised their heads together and looked at each other.

The "shudder" of several companions did not attract the attention of other slaves, who had long been tortured by hunger and pain listlessly.

One of the black-haired men with a slender horse face carefully looked around, then whispered:

"Warhammer 40K world, does anyone know this world?"

He spoke a language that the slaves had never heard, which attracted a few slaves in the distance to take a look here.

The few slaves who had just looked at each other shook their heads, expressing their ignorance.

"I don't know, team leader."

"Forty thousand years, sounds like a game."

"never heard of that."

Hearing the answers from his subordinates, the horse-faced man was a little unhappy, and asked one of them:

"Hey, Asano-kun, don't you claim to have played all Sony, Nintendo, and Konami games? Even you don't know?"

The slave named "Asano-kun" raised his head, revealing a young East Asian face, and said bitterly:
"There are other game companies here, team leader."

Then, he looked up and looked around, and said in an uncertain tone:
"I see the painting style around me... Uh, it's a bit of a dark gothic style, a bit like "Devil May Cry". Maybe it's a Capcom game. I haven't played Capcom games much."

Under the stern gaze of the team leader, Asano-kun searched his brains and came up with an answer that he thought was the closest.

The horse-faced man snorted, and looked away in disappointment. What's the use of painting style, what he wants is the specific details of the plot.

"Team leader, look!" At this moment, a small voice containing excitement caught the horse-faced man's attention.

I saw a young man wearing a hood rubbing his hands excitedly. There were still shackles and iron chains on his wrists, but a light blue light gradually lit up at his fingertips.

"Chakra..." Looking at the familiar light, the horse-faced man muttered to himself.

Yes, the definition of chakra is the energy absorbed from the 130 trillion cells in the human body, one by one, plus the energy formed by the combination of my spiritual energy. This is the energy contained in our own body, which is not affected by any external environment... ... The horse-faced man thought to himself.

Thinking of this, the horse-faced man ignored the strange gazes from the slaves around him, tore off the tattered clothes on his body, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, and began to mobilize the chakra energy in his body.

After a while, he suddenly opened those small triangular eyes, turned over and moved his body, trying to pull the two hands that were shackled in front of him as much as possible.

The wrists were cuffed, but it didn't affect the flexibility of the fingers of the middle-aged horse-faced man. He quickly made seals with his hands on his chest, and quickly said in his mouth: "Zi, Wu, Shen, Wu, Mao, Zi..."

Following his dazzling finger movements, the horse-faced man raised his right hand amidst the curious gazes of the surrounding slaves.

"Here!" A tiny white lightning flashed in his palm.

"Ah..." The slaves watching from a distance were startled and let out a burst of exclamation.

More and more white lightnings were gathering, and the dazzling white light illuminated a corner of the dimly lit cabin, and the white lightning in the center was so dazzling that people couldn't bear to look directly at it.

However, the people around the horse-faced man seemed to have expected this, and did not exclaim like the slaves around him.

A weakened version of Chidori... The horse-faced man observed the crackling white lightning ball in his hand, feeling the chakra in his body from stagnant to gradually smooth.

Then, he lightly pressed the flickering Chidori in his right palm against the iron cuffs in his left hand.

"Click." The iron cuffs snapped and fell to the ground.

Hmph... Feeling the adoring gazes of the younger brothers and the surrounding slaves, the horse-faced man was cold and calm on the surface, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

Originally, he could have used a simpler D-level ninjutsu—transfiguration, to break free from the shackles.

But the horse-faced man felt that turning into a red toad in front of his subordinates would detract from his dignity as the team leader.

I still chose A-level ninjutsu, which is more likely to alarm others, Er Zhuzi's signature skill in the early stage-Chidori.

Sure enough, the guards of the slave ship were startled by the commotion in the cabin. Footsteps, chains dragging the floor, and cursing could be heard from behind the wall.

Hearing the sound from behind, the horse-faced man smiled lightly. After successfully activating Ninjutsu, he was not as cautious as he was at the beginning. Instead of getting up in a hurry, he looked at a yellow-haired young man and asked:
"Nagase, how many pills do you have left?"

The yellow-haired young man grinned, revealing a small bag at his waist, opened the bag cover, and said:

"There are three more."

There were three translucent yellow capsules quietly lying in the small bag, and there seemed to be a solidified flame flowing slowly in the capsules.

"Very good." The horse-faced man nodded in satisfaction, and said, "You don't want to eat it, leave it to me and Cang Mu."

"Hi!" The yellow-haired man with a hippie smile said yes.

In the aisle outside the cabin, a guard with a big belly came striding forward.

The dense black implants on the back of the Warden's bald head look like his hair, which is a very Warhammer 40K characteristic shape.

In his left hand is a charged mallet, in his right is a leather whip, and a string of handcuffs and keys are hung on his belt, which jingle as he walks.

The guard strode impatiently to the cabin door, raised his hand and pressed the button on the side of the cabin door a few times, and the swearing words were already in his throat, and he was about to burst out...

The moment the hatch slid open, a dazzling white light was seen.

……

The reincarnations quickly cleaned up the slave traders on the slave ship.

But now they are faced with an embarrassing fact - they can't fly a spaceship.

The slaves held in the cabin are all aborigines captured from the backward aboriginal world, and they don't know how to drive spaceships, and they don't even necessarily speak Low Gothic.

"A group of red deer, I said we must keep alive..." The horse-faced man cursed angrily in the cab.

A black-haired young man next to him explained: "Oni-chan, their weapons are very sharp. If we don't use our full strength, our people may die."

The horse-faced man pointed to the console with rows of buttons in the cab, and asked:

"Then what do you say now, you come to sail?"

"Team leader! Team leader! We have found someone!"

The cheers of the younger brothers came from outside the cab.

The horse-faced man hurried out of the hatch to check.

I saw the younger brothers escorting a few ragged and bruised people, but their faces were full of rebellious people.

"Who are they?" The horse-faced man asked in Japanese.

"Pirates, they are space pirates, team leader." A younger brother said excitedly, "We found them in a prison in the lower cabin, and they will definitely fly spaceships."

It turned out that there were still a few captured pirates imprisoned on the slave trader's spaceship, but the pirates were all held alone, and the slave trader did not lock them up with the natives.

The younger brothers who knew that they killed all the people and caused trouble, quickly brought them to their team leader after discovering the pirates.

"Very good." The horse-faced man nodded, and ordered his subordinates: "Lock them up first, and interrogate them after the spaceship is cleaned up. You guys, go find something to eat, I'm hungry."

Then new problems arise.

The subordinates were holding a bunch of compressed packaging bags they had collected, and they didn't know what was inside.

A younger brother remembered that he had been forced to learn Low Gothic when he entered the world of Warhammer 40K, so he picked up a pack of compressed packaging bags, looked for the small print on it, and read it word by word:

"Made in Circulation Factory No. 27, corpse... er, corpse starch??"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and it was a bit difficult to speak.

They were all thinking to themselves: The people in this world are so scary that they use dead bodies as food.

Corpse starch is a product of the organic matter circulation system in the hive world. "Corpse starch" is just a name, and not all of them come from corpses.

But there's also a good chance it will contain dead bodies.

The reincarnators didn't know this, so they all looked at the horse-faced man facing a pile of compressed packaging bags.

The horse-faced man rubbed his brows helplessly, and said, "Take Bingliang Pills first..."

……

"Okay, gentlemen, it's time for us to think about the future of the plot." The horse-faced man in the center of the cab said calmly.

"The camps we were assigned to were all [horus camp plot line]. Since no one knows who this Horus is, then we still use the old method to ensure our own survival first."

"But I want to remind everyone that our main ability comes from the world of Naruto. The compatibility between this world and the world of Naruto is not bad, but it is not 100% compatible. Our ninjutsu power has been suppressed by 10%. A reincarnation world has not won the victory of the plot line, and the loss of assimilation points is already enough, if you finish playing this time, it will be difficult to say next time."

"But now I have roughly judged the strength of this Warhammer 40K world. It's not very good. We just need to be careful of other reincarnations."

The horse-faced man who easily controlled the slave ship feels that the world of Warhammer 40K is nothing more than that. For a completely unfamiliar world of reincarnation, this is a bit of optimistic news. His views have also been recognized and responded by his subordinates .

"That's right, the SSS-level world is one level higher than Hokage, and it scared me."

"Haha, I thought it was amazing."

The black-haired, horse-faced man scolded, "Quiet!"

Then he said: "But we can't take it lightly. Our Qinping team doesn't support idlers. Everyone, no matter what your ability system is, hurry up and practice during this time, and don't spend time on some boring things."

Having said that, the horse-faced man glared at Huang Mao emphatically.

Asano-kun is a hunchbacked otaku wearing a hoodie, with a white and fat face, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He saw Huang Mao Nagase smile, but there was no remorse or shame on his face.

Asano knew why the team leader said that.

Before the slave ship was completely cleared, Huang Mao and two other reincarnators dragged the two aboriginal women who were imprisoned in the slave cabin to an empty cabin.

Asano wanted to know what he did there with his toes.

Asano, who saw this scene at the time, cursed inwardly: dirty slaves can be handed off, and they don't wash them up before they are cleaned. They are really scumbags who just want to insert a hole in the ground...

Although Asano knew, he actually reacted a little at that time.

But the relationship between him and Nagase is not good. The yellow hair often laughs at him as a drag and trash of the Qinping group.

Asano didn't know what would happen if he talked to Nagase with a straight face.

Laughed at by Nagase, then refused?Asano thought to himself at the time, but finally gave up.

So he turned around and told the team leader about it.

Nagase was verbally warned by the team leader, and that was all. Asano knew that the team leader would not do anything to Nagase, because the Qinping team relied heavily on Nagase's explosive ability at critical moments, and his ability did not need to be cultivated. All you need are those three yellow capsules.

If only I had capsules too... Asano thought to himself, it’s not that he didn’t think about stealing Nagase’s capsules, but the whole group didn’t do it because no one knew that after eating the capsules, they were blown into pieces Meat still gets superpowers.

Someone has already tried it, and his minced meat was left in the previous reincarnation world.

Life in reincarnation is precious, no one wants to gamble.

The reincarnation of the Qinping group released the imprisoned pirates. The pirates told them not to go to the nest capital of Schwerin according to the original route, but to the place where they would die without a burial. The horse-faced man scoffed at these remarks, but He still decided to follow the advice of the pirates—

Their goal is the sea of ​​stars!

To put it simply, to be a space pirate.

Because gradually, these reincarnated people found that although they didn't know who Horus was, when they kept looting the imperial merchant ships in space and causing chaos, their assimilation points were slowly increasing...

They probably understood that Horus is probably the enemy of the human empire, and as long as they destroy the human empire, they can increase the progress of the faction's plot line.

Therefore, the reincarnators of the Qin Ping group recruited several pirates on the slave ship and those who were strong and able to pull the trigger among the slaves into their team, and acted as consultants and cannon fodder respectively, and started their pirate journey. trip.

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(End of this chapter)