"By the God-Emperor, please don't kill me! Let us go!"
A mother hugged her child tightly behind her, the dilapidated door of her home already smashed open.
Her husband had long since fallen by the doorway, a chainsword having sliced his body in half.
Several Chaos Cultists, their flesh already beginning to mutate, burst into her home.
Looking at the mother and daughter before them, the Chaos Cultists swallowed hungrily.
Yet no matter how she begged, it could do nothing to change her fate. Her resistance was like an appetizer to this group of Chaos Cultists, only making them all the more excited.
In the eyes of these traitors, there was long since no distinction of man or woman, old or young; their desperate plight drove them to even greater madness.
Before long, a few more corpses were added to the room.
"Take all the bodies! Use them as food!" a lead traitor ordered.
The Upper Hive lacked food, and the Lower Hive lacked it just as much.
Back when the cultists still occupied a large number of industrial facilities, they had plenty of starch blocks to consume. However, as time went on, their living space was continuously compressed, and losing the processing equipment meant losing the ability to produce. Now they could no longer even eat starch blocks, though to this group of lunatics, the problem was not particularly major.
The deepening Chaos corruption coupled with hunger caused them to completely abandon their remaining humanity and set their sights on their own kind.
Since they could not be processed into starch blocks, they would just eat them directly.
The massacre was taking place within this Lower Hive worker residential area.
The workers' resistance could not accomplish the slightest thing.
Corpse after corpse was dragged out from their homes, but