As for the scene before them, while brutal, at least the souls of these miners, tortured to death, would not be sacrificed to the demons of the Warp, which was already a great fortune amidst misfortune in this universe. Yes, this universe was so twisted; sometimes death was not a release, but rather the beginning of all suffering.
Even the Emperor's Angels, who had fought for the Imperium for hundreds of years, would be chosen after death to become the Cursed Legions, burning with flames, to carry out the Emperor's commands in the increasingly chaotic galaxy.
"Ugh!!!"
Swain, his face pale, leaned against the wall and vomited violently; he even felt like everything in his stomach had come out. Even though he had mentally prepared himself beforehand and constantly tried to pump himself up, after forcing himself to endure it with Corax, he still couldn't help but vomit uncontrollably.
"Damn it, this cursed world! Ugh!!!"
Swain finally knelt on the ground, his throat making 'gurgling' sounds, as if his stomach was being squeezed by an invisible hand. In the end, only bile came out, splattering on the ground like a bowl of sticky paint, its pungent, sour stench rushing into Swain's nose and mouth!
While Corax's situation wasn't as bad as Swain's, he wasn't doing much better. Aside from his already pale skin becoming even whiter, there wasn't much difference; he was currently patting Swain's back, helping him regulate his breathing. At this moment, Corax felt that the leader of this camp and he were two unfortunate brothers.
"Nekser, clean up and burn this place. We're leaving." Swain, finally catching his breath, wiped the acidic stomach fluid from his mouth and nose, then grabbed a handful of crushed ore powder as if washing his hands, and said.
"Corax, help me out..." After vomiting, Swain truly had no strength left.
"Emperor, you damned bastard, one day, I'll tie you up in the Warp and make S, K and T watch N violate you!" Swain cursed that damned Emperor with malicious thoughts in his heart, but he could only grumble internally. He had already realized it now. His isekai was definitely not an accident; it was highly likely the good deed of the toughest guy in this universe. He even suspected that the skeleton on the Golden Throne ten thousand years later had gone mad and was now conscripting soldiers all over the world, throwing them around randomly, and had thrown him onto Lycaeus.
Although the Emperor of 30k was strong, he was strong in the physical universe; he wasn't absurdly strong enough to conscript soldiers in this manner. But even so, he only dared to grumble softly in his mind, because he didn't dare to simultaneously call out the names of so many 'great' existences of the High Heavens, nor did he dare to speak such explosive content. Otherwise, his fate would be incredibly miserable, because this was a universe where thought and language possessed power.
Aside from the three who were watching the show, the Emperor and the Benevolent Father would definitely make him experience what it was like to live a life worse than death. In the future, he still had to humbly curry favor with the Emperor to take good care of him, a fellow Earthling.
As for why not become a king, punch the Emperor, and kick the Four Chaos Gods? Please wake up, try letting an ordinary person fight a world boxing champion in the ring. Now, if he cultivated Corax well, in the future, even if he didn't inherit this vast empire, he would at least be a stable feudal lord.
As for what others might think, how spineless? Transmigrators should be various Dragon-Slaying Protagonists, conquering the world with their own script; is doing this a disgrace to transmigrators? But people still have to be realistic, just like if you want to be president, but can you first pass the civil service exam? Take on tasks according to your abilities; this was the hard-earned conclusion Swain drew after working as a grunt for so long in his previous life.
When there are big bosses leading the charge, he can wave the flag and cheer from the sidelines, and pick up scraps from behind. One step at a time, why risk your life? He was originally a humble commoner living in a peaceful world; it was impossible for him to suddenly have a change of heart just because he changed worlds. This was the true journey of a small person.
"Hoo hoo hoo... Finally out!" Swain greedily gulped down the fresh air outside, like a fish on the verge of dying of thirst, opening his mouth and nose wide to breathe with all his might.
Watching the roaring flames continuously pour out from the mine shaft entrance, the group silently began their return journey to the camp, facing the dawn sunlight. What might have been a continuous battle for several days was now completely finished after only one night of long-distance assault and less than an hour of fighting.
This left all the Shadow Assassin members in a state of bewilderment; nothing else, it was mainly because it ended too quickly. With Swain and Corax cooperating, their group seemed to have become expendable. Even Nekser was re-evaluating whether he was too weak.
The group traveled in silence, with the occasional sound of gunfire and weapons clashing, and their numbers continuously decreasing. Every time they advanced a certain distance, a few people would leave the team to continue their original tasks. Although it was a wasted trip, at least there were no casualties; as long as they were alive, there was infinite hope.
Since Swain became the leader of the camp, life had become increasingly hopeful; they were already able to achieve self-sufficiency, which was unimaginable in many camps on Lycaeus.
"Swain, the spoils have been tallied. This time we seized a total of 20 short-barreled laser guns, 15 shock guns, a batch of corpse starch sufficient for five hundred people for a week, and a batch of medicines, and some cold weapons..." After returning to the camp, Nekser reported the spoils to Swain.
"They're quite bold. These people must have plundered at least two batches of armed overseers," Swain said. Leaving aside other things, shock guns were definitely contraband for miners; if found, the entire camp would be wiped out, let alone laser guns. Fortunately, all these things had now become his own.
Swain naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to put these contraband items in the camp; that would be like carrying a lantern to the toilet—looking for trouble, no different. All of the Saviors' contraband items were stored separately in another abandoned mine shaft, guarded daily, so there was no need to worry about anyone accidentally discovering their secret.
"The most important thing is that these parasites even collected a batch of medicines; this is truly a remarkable thing," Nekser echoed. It was well known that on Lycaeus, the scarcity of medicines was self-evident; the importance of medicines was even higher than food. The overseers on Lycaeus also had extremely strict control over this area.