Chapter 469 Welcome to the World of Men
Unlike the torture that Hogg had imagined, the Dark Tide team was not only not beaten, but lived surprisingly well.

All kinds of delicious food are available, and even the sleeping place is a high-end residence. If you need anything, just let us know and it will be delivered within half an hour. It can be said that you can get food and clothes without any preparation.

There is just one thing that makes everyone unhappy. Whenever they eat, they will be surrounded by a group of Necrons. Not only will you just watch them, but you will also have to ask them how the food tastes. After each meal, they will have to write an 800-word essay to express their feelings.

Being captured was humiliating enough, and now they had to be treated as a tourist attraction for people to visit, especially the 800-word essay, which tortured the team members to the point of ecstasy.

The other team members were fine. Regardless of their educational level, they had at least received six years of basic education in Blackwatch, and they could finally put together 800 words after spending quite some time. The worst off were 47 and Kog'Maw.

47 was originally a Necron, he didn't even have a mouth, so he couldn't taste the food at all. But even so, the Storm King didn't let him go, and forced him to write a confession, saying that a traitor like you is guilty of a heinous crime and must reflect on it.

Moreover, if the confession is not profound enough, it will be returned. If it is written with emotion, it will be circulated to all the Necrons in turn to serve as a warning.

God damn, reflect on this. Even though he has no brains anymore, 47's logic array still conveys a fucked-up feeling, which further convinces him that the Storm King is a perverted lunatic with a bad taste.

But 47 is not the worst. As the tyrant of the Zerg Hive, Kog'Maw is six meters tall. Even if he shrinks his body, he is still more than four meters tall. Although he eats the most during his captivity, he simply does not have fingers to write a short essay.

Looking at the piece of papyrus which was not much bigger than the tip of his claw, Kog'Math was devastated. Not to mention that he could speak High Gothic, which was already better than 99% of the Tyranids. Now you asked me to write a short essay, isn't that putting things in a difficult position for me?

"Let me go now, you are abusing livestock. I want to see the Storm King."

Cho'Gath was the largest and had the loudest voice, and he directly shocked out the Storm King, who had the same voyeuristic hobby as the Emperor. But at this time, Cho'Gath had obviously forgotten his situation. This was not the Blacklight where everyone kept it as a pet, and Imotechar was not his boss Hogg.

For this undisciplined prisoner, the Storm King gave it a physical lesson. Except for not having the dragon fruit, he used all the taming methods similar to those in Pan Hong Park.

And that’s not all. Before leaving, the Storm King took out several huge papyri that fit Kog’Math’s body shape and threatened it that if it didn’t finish its composition today, it would never have any food to eat.

Looking at the huge piece of straw paper, even the Hive Tyrant, a killing machine, felt overwhelmed. With its literacy level, it was simply unable to complete such a difficult task. It had only learned 20 words at most, so it could only turn around and ask for help from its teammates.

However, none of the teammates who usually called each other brothers responded, as if they didn't see anything and didn't care about Kog'gas' life or death at all.

Finally, the honest and kind Sigma couldn't stand it anymore and asked the big bug to copy his essay.

After many days in prison, the few of them did not eat and drink mindlessly like Kog'Maw. Instead, based on 47's internal information, they calculated the approximate number of undead in this tomb world and thought about escaping all the time.

Because they knew that Hogg would definitely send people to rescue them, and the Necrons were not the ordinary opponents they had before, and would inevitably cause heavy casualties.

However, the disarmed people had no way to break the cage. No matter how special they were, the abilities they used could still be attributed to the psychic category. Even Guts, who was a member of the Black Watch, was a weird psychic think tank.

When it comes to the level of restraint over psychic energy, the Necrons may be considered the best in the entire galaxy. After all, they were in the camp of the Star Gods during the War in Heaven and fought passionately with the Old Saints. After fighting for so many years, how could they not have any means of defense?

With the combined power of the Dead Zone and the Black Stone Stand, several people were restrained. Only Kog'Maw, who possessed psychic powers, still had some strength left.

But after seeing Kog'Gath sticking up his tail and writing words with his claws that were equipped with a decomposition force field and could tear apart the armor of a Dreadnought alive, Seven thought that it was better to just wait for the boss to rescue them. But there is always a way out, just as they were about to give up and wait for rescue, the originally silent underground tomb suddenly became boiling, and dense Necrons rushed out of the tomb and headed for the surface.

Seven knew they were under constant surveillance, but did not act rashly. Instead, he stared with his eyes wide open, using his eyes to convey binary codes to communicate with other team members:
"The boss is here to rescue us. We must quickly find a way to escape and not become a burden to the attacking forces."

"Then what can you do? There are patrols everywhere. If we make the slightest movement, we will be discovered immediately. Maybe that perverted peeping Tom is watching us in the dark."

Sigma's answer was like pouring cold water, directly extinguishing Seven's heart. He thought, do they really have to wait for the boss to come and redeem them? Because he didn't dare to think about how many casualties they would cause.

Moreover, this is too shameful and humiliating. If I go back to my hometown, I will definitely be laughed at by other dog people for hundreds of years.

However, Guts, who had been silent all this time, suddenly moved his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and responded in binary code:
"I have a plan. As a Blackwatch, although my psionic adaptability is not high, my psychic level is at beta level. Before being brought into this cage, I could still sense that the New Hippori's teleportation beacon was still running. As long as I tear a hole, I can teleport all of us away."

"Also, I have a special ability. Although it comes at a great cost, it can burst out a huge amount of psychic energy comparable to that of an Alpha-level psychic in a short period of time. In just a short moment, I can create a distorted illusion comparable to the real thing. However, in order to transmit the precise location, I must leave the underground."

Guts, who had blinked too much, quickly closed his eyes. He had done everything he could, and the rest depended on others to come up with a solution.

The Dark Tide team is not short of talented people. Kane, who joined the chat, replied:
"According to my thinking, if we want to escape from the cage, the way out is under our feet."

Kane's meaning is very clear. If he wants to escape from prison, he can only use old BJ's most authentic method - digging a tunnel.

At this moment, Seven, as the captain, did not hesitate. He could feel the entire tomb begin to tremble, which meant that his own troops had launched the attack. They did not have much time and had to act immediately.

But now there is still a problem, that is, how to break the hard black stone under your feet that is as hard as ceramic steel without any tools.

Thinking of this, several people turned their heads to look at the Hive Tyrant Kog'Maw who was lying on the ground and still copying an essay.

Seven did not communicate in binary code. He knew that Kog'Gath did not have the brains to learn this Mechanicus-specific language. Instead, he chose to kick away the almost full piece of straw paper and pointed at the ground and said:

"The day of freedom is now. Think about what the python is and move quickly!"

Guts' unique ability began to take effect, his own time was accelerated to 2 to the 11th power, and his psychic magic was completed in that instant.

"Dig quickly, we only have three minutes!"

And deep in his soul, a voice asked Guts:
“Is it really worth it for these people?”

"Humph! Is it worth it? You are a ghost, welcome to my world. You are just a soul, get up and work."

(End of this chapter)