When the Roof Leaks, It Pours

"Everything's doubled, Sharojin, what's going on…" Sandman followed, anxiously waiting as Arendi shook the unconscious Sharojin, trying to wake him.

"Alright, stop shaking him. Sharojin must have suddenly awakened his psionics, and then fainted from overusing them," Sandman stopped Arendi.

"The High Tower's reaction is truly a bit strange." Sandman wasn't surprised by the High Tower's demands.

After all, things had come to this.

Sharojin had likely been in a hurry to transmit information, and then suddenly awakened his psionics.

Psionics was a powerful force originating from the Warp. Powerful psykers were terrifying beings capable of destroying stars with their bare hands.

But along with this great power, psykers also had to bear the same dangers.

The stronger a psyker's psionics became, the more apparent their projection in the Warp was. The Warp creatures that dwelled in the Warp, filled with malice towards intelligent life, would whisper into the psyker's ear.

The whispers that constantly echoed in the psyker's ear would torment them, eventually driving them mad, and Chaos daemons would then seize the opportunity to possess them.

Psykers could become the bridge connecting the Warp and the material universe at any moment, becoming time bombs for Chaos to invade the material universe.

Especially for someone like Sharojin, who awakened psionics due to intense emotional stimulation without any prior signs, and used psionics without guidance, this situation was extremely dangerous.

One could only say that Sharojin was worthy of being the future Shadow Sword Saint of the Raven Guard. His application of shadow arts was second only to Korax.

A pair of phantom steps had the Emperor's Sons crying out in agony.

"Find two people to take Sharojin back to rest properly. We're going to the northern mine tunnels. I need to explore the reserves of the adamantite ore vein from another direction and find the most abundant region," Sandman assigned Arendi a new task.

With Sharojin's incident, he wouldn't be able to mine for several days. This meant the already tight labor shortage had become even greater.

The only fortunate thing was that when they set out today, Sandman had already had An take people to exchange all the ore in the warehouse. This was a fortunate misfortune.

But similarly, this also meant that the ore warehouse of the Saviors' camp was so empty that a horse could run through it.

"Fortunately, I had foresight. An and the others should have successfully brought the exchanged food back to the camp by now," Sandman mused about his foresight.

Just as Sandman and Arendi were about to proceed with further mineral exploration, an accident suddenly occurred.

"Boss, bad news! The team that went to exchange supplies was attacked! Many brothers died, and An is also seriously injured!" Two miners, supporting a vomiting miner slave, stumbled towards the mine. Upon seeing Sandman, they cried out as if they had seen a savior.

"What happened!" Sandman rushed to their side in three steps, anxiously asking the companion who had gone to exchange supplies that morning.

"Boss, the raiders from the west attacked us. By the time I came to report, many brothers had already sacrificed their lives, and several were seriously injured. An is also seriously injured," the reporting companion said with a choked sob.

"What about the supplies? How much was lost?" Sandman asked anxiously.

"The supplies are fine. Fortunately, the Agapito Brothers sent us reinforcements, and we managed to hold on until support arrived from other companions in the camp," said another person supporting the injured companion.

"Since the supplies are fine, that's good. Take the injured back, I'll return to the camp first to check the situation," Sandman instructed, deciding to go ahead.

"Since you're looking for death, then go die!" Sandman, heading towards his camp, uttered his decision in an incredibly cold tone at that moment.

Things having come to this, there was only killing!

Since his transmigration, Sandman had always stayed within his camp, not interacting too much with the outside world.

But now, with his companions who he spent his days with being attacked and killed, and even the seemingly foolish An being seriously injured, he was finally furious.

The blood of his companions could only be compensated with the blood of more enemies!

The mine train only ran along the tracks to transport miners back and forth when going up or down the mine.

At other times, if anything happened, the miners on Lycaeus could only walk back on their own two legs. This was why he chose to return first.

Otherwise, bringing an injured person would delay things indefinitely.

"Hoo… inhale…"

Sandman controlled his speed and breathing to maintain his condition, constantly running towards his camp.

About 20 minutes later, Sandman, who had been running continuously, finally saw the familiar buildings of his camp and his companions who had begun to stand guard.

"Boss, the boss is back! Hurry and open the gate!" The sharp-eyed guard quickly said to the others.

The heavy stone gate, with everyone's effort, let out a piercing creak as it opened a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

"You all continue to stand guard. I'm going to check on An and the others first." Sandman, through the gate, rushed towards the location of the medical bay.

Then, the heavy stone gate closed tightly once more.

The medical bay, despite having the word "medical" in its name, appeared very rudimentary inside. A stone bed was placed in a prominent position.

On the stone wall by the side, several instruments with peeling paint were placed. However, the symbolic meaning of these instruments far outweighed their practical use, as they had long been broken.

These instruments, of unknown origin, were older than all the miners in this place.

"How is An?" Sandman strode into the treatment room and asked anxiously.

"Lord Sandman, An is seriously injured. I've used the last of our anti-inflammatory drugs and adrenaline. Now, it's all up to his will to survive!" The camp doctor, Seleke, looked at Sandman with a troubled expression…

At the same time, he pulled aside the white curtain used to block the view. The burly An was lying on the stone bed in the medical bay.

A huge wound ran across his entire chest, appearing to have been caused by a large cold weapon like a cleaver.

Blood still seeped out from the stitched wound from time to time.

The once mighty and valiant man now had a pale face and was breathing very weakly.

"You did your best, and I believe in them." After examining the other's injuries, Sandman instructed Seleke before silently walking out of the medical bay.

At this moment, his killing intent could no longer be contained. The team that went to exchange supplies this time consisted of over two hundred people. Now, 32 were dead, 20 injured, with 16 seriously wounded and 14 lightly injured.

This meant the camp had instantly lost over 50 able-bodied laborers. Those seriously injured had a high probability of death on Lycaeus!