Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

In a world where there is never sunshine, continuous darkness and heavy rain are the main foundation here.

But unlike the previous gloomy sky, there was a white object flying in the sky that was difficult to see with the naked eye. The silver-white fuselage seemed to be an alien object from the sky. A pair of electronic eyes watched the ground loyally and transmitted the picture to a tablet not far away.

"Damn it, no matter how many times I watch it, I'll still feel sick."

Isayama Norimei's stomach couldn't stop rolling when he saw the picture on the tablet.

Summarize it in one sentence.

"That village is alive."

Visible to the naked eye are bloody and terrifying pieces of flesh. Both the buildings and the ground are covered with countless bloated fleshy strips or pieces of flesh that look extremely horrifying.

The original wooden structure can only be vaguely seen. There are watchtowers in the four corners of the village, which are also covered with endless flesh and blood. They are entangled with each other like the roots of old trees. It feels like they are growing from the ground. Same.

The surface looks like a skinned monkey corpse. Countless blue veins and scarlet stains with blood are washed away by the black rain. Instead of dimming, it becomes more vivid. At the same time, it is breathing very regularly, with scarlet muscles. It has a powerful and terrifying visual impact.

Just looking directly at the evil nature and bloodthirsty, these two overwhelming malices seemed to pull Isayama Norimei down together, and unimaginable resentment was entangled in these unknown flesh and blood.

As for the resentful souls Isayama Norimei was obsessed with, he observed at least thirty of them, scattered like zombies in horror movies, walking slowly among these flesh-and-blood buildings without disturbing each other, even if they collided with each other. They just yelled at each other and left.

Not to mention, it looks rough and the accuracy is impressive, but the structure of the artillery shell is to prevent it from falling, and the charge of this 300mm thick warhead can catch up with the large-caliber naval gun of a battleship, even if it can only fly One or two kilometers is enough for these resentful souls to eat.

The continuous explosions dyed the entire sky the same color as the lava-covered earth. The eight dazzling flashes produced by these continuous crazy explosions were like salutes that illuminated this filthy world, and were the sacred light of purification.

Then "砊! 砠! 砠!" The eight rounds emitted after the metal impact generated a huge explosive kinetic energy and turned into a deafening sound like thunder.

The warhead is made of a waste gas tank, filled with high-energy explosives prepared by Isayama Nomei himself, and an impact fuse is welded to the head; as for the projectile body, a thin water pipe is welded, containing a certain combustion accelerant (???) that can explode. The length can be adjusted freely, the short tube can be used for shooting close, and the long tube can be used for shooting far; four tail fins are added to the tail to keep the flight trajectory of the artillery shell stable.

If Isayama Norimei stepped on such a disgusting place, he would spit it out.

"Let this be a war hymn for my journey to becoming a strong person."

"Okay, it's time to take the mule or horse out for a walk."

"It can be divided into three areas."

Then the first shot will hit there.

Who makes it so different?

Isayama Nomei first arranged a wave of rockets for these resentful veterans. He took out the eight "gas tank" mortars he had prepared from his backpack and lined them up on the cliff.

In the dim night, a blue flame rose from Isayama Nomei's fingertips and illuminated his face.

And these magical weapons suppress

It was an open box made of pure gold engraved with sealing runes. Looking from top to bottom, it turned out that there was a head inside.

This made him extremely lucky to live in this era. Technology allowed Isayama Norimei to know the whole picture of this undeveloped Chunmei land without having to set foot in it personally.

Two for the sake of conservatism

Isayama Kenmei drew two circles at this location, meaning that not only should we fight here, but we should also fight hard.

"suddenly"

He used areas not covered with flesh and blood as the dividing line. There were three areas without flesh and blood, one looked like an ancestral hall, one looked like an ancestral hall, and the last one looked like the most magnificent place.

Nor Isayama Nomei has been there either.

And it stands to reason that the resentful souls who live in such a place are definitely the strongest in terms of strength, and they definitely have the most points.

A secret room covered with dense blood-colored scriptures was surrounded by magical tools such as vajra, vajra prong, and demon-subduing pestle used to suppress evil.

Confirm the target, there are a total of twenty-four attack points.

Although there is no third-party quality inspection certificate, Isayama Norimei is confident in his craftsmanship. After all, he is an experienced craftsman.

Isayama Nomei has prepared a total of eight gas tank mortars. Currently, four of them have been used and four more are left. Not to mention that there are still a dozen original gas tanks that have not been opened.

Isayama Norimei drew the entire picture taken by the drone into a simple pattern or sketch on the paper.

This is the reason why Isayama Norimei said that this evil village is alive. After looking at the pictures transmitted from the tablet, his brain started to tingle and he couldn't look at it any longer.

Is this where the village chief lives?

Just blow it up and draw a circle for them.

As for the places he considers to be ancestral halls and ancestral halls, he will naturally not let them go.

Out of caution, he only used the lowest brightness night light, but it was enough for him to draw a few dots on the paper.

When a gas tank explodes, the high-strength steel shrapnel will also cause very terrifying lethality, scattering flowers.

What Isayama Nomei wants to do is massacre the village. The memorial arch for these old people who have been dead for who knows how many years is just one sentence.

It can be seen that this is the head of a very young monk with compassionate eyes. What makes people feel weird is that there are red coffin nails on his head, as if to suppress him forever in a gold box, and his eyes are He was covered with a white cloth and his mouth was sewn shut.

The next second, Isayama Nomei felt his eyes light up.

Isayama Kenmei felt his feet tremble violently. He waved his hand to disperse the smoke that filled the sky. Looking at the tranquility of the night, eight objects shining with orange-yellow light fell into the mortal world like meteors. His face showed While smiling brightly, he spread his arms as if he was enjoying himself.

At the same time, the fuses of the eight gas tank mortars were simply made into one, so that it would be more convenient for Isayama Nomei.

Click, the ground at the top of the cliff withstood the recoil of these artillery pieces, and even opened a huge gap like an explosion.

Anyway, Isayama Nomei didn't have any trial and error costs at all. When he found out that he had made an irreparable mistake, he just wiped his neck and committed suicide, and started the game again.

"The entire village is three kilometers long and 1.78 kilometers wide. There are a total of eighteen buildings, with one exit each in the east, west, north and south."

The fuse ignited by the psychic fire rushed straight to the "gas tank" mortar at an extremely fast speed, gradually turning into an orange-red flame. This was because the fuel inside was ignited.

That's so condescending, blow that up.

It is better to bomb those places where a lot of resentful souls gather, use a drone to move them slightly, and mark all the gathering places on the field with sketches.

At this moment, it seems that there is a layer of barrier protecting the top of the Demon-Conquering Tower of [Zhongsheng Temple] that cannot be shaken by the fierce shock waves outside.

Alas, is this the trouble of having enough ammunition?

Isayama Norimei looked at the eighteen marked houses, and even if there were a few shells left, he didn't intend to blow up things like the shabby little yard.

Remove all filth!

[Points +31000 points]

Now Isayama Kenmei set up a small camp on the cliff where he and the resentful soul (the hunter) died together, and set up a small tent to keep out the rain.

This is the caliber that Isayama Nomei pursues, that is, justice!

The first step is to adjust the pitch angle. Just add a bolt. The second step is to calculate the pitch angle. Just get an iPad, which comes with a pitch angle sensor. (I won’t expand it further.)

Isayama Nomei adjusted the height of these gas tank mortars one by one based on the coordinates drawn on his sketch to ensure that they would not explode incorrectly.

"Bah. La."

After everything was ready, Isayama Norimei did not forget to let the drone rise to altitude. If the 180,000 yen drone was lost due to accidental damage from the shell, it would be a huge loss.

It is still unknown why he was treated so viciously, but it is clear that the brightness of the scriptures and magical instruments on the wall have been dimmed due to the passage of time.

But the head was still as lifelike as if it had just been chopped off.

And if you look carefully, you will find that the coffin nail is slowly moving outward.