Are the Emperor Really Too Busy?

This route had been in operation for many years, and they had never imagined they would encounter a Drukhari raider ship here.

Aeldari ships were incredibly agile, and faster than any Imperial frigate. Merchant ships were nothing more than flying scrap-metal cans before them, with absolutely no chance of escape.

Another tremendous boom came from the ceiling.

It was the sound of their ship's deck being melted and torn apart.

Those Aeldari were cutting into their ship.

Once the ship's outer hull was cut open, the pressure difference with the vacuum would tear the area apart.

The sounds were already extremely close, as though someone outside were prying open a can layer by layer with a giant can opener—and they were the fish trapped inside that pitiful can.

Some of the ship's compartments had already been torn open, losing their airtight seals and signal connectivity.

They were only an ordinary civilian transport ship, and it did not even carry many weapons.

"May the Emperor protect us!!"

"God-Emperor above, please have mercy on us—!"

"God-Emperor above, please save us, please—"

The crew's desperate prayers echoed through every inch of the ship.

The captain also felt utterly hopeless.

Because he felt that the Emperor probably had no time to save an ordinary merchant ship.

Their merchant ship did not even carry anything valuable, just the most ordinary civilian necessities.

The Imperium had hundreds of thousands or even millions of merchant ships like theirs operating every day. The Emperor probably could not attend to all of them.

They had heard many stories about Drukhari boarding ships, and those stories were filled with the xenos' shrill laughter and the screams of humans.

...God-Emperor, they did not know whether killing themselves now would make things easier for them.

The crew huddled tightly together, staring at