In Warhammer, I am Ultraman Noah

Goo-goo!

It was night, and Ryan, who was hungry, had been walking along the river for several hours, and finally saw the low-lying land ahead. The river merged into the bank of another large river. There were some bright lights, and there should be some. Human habitation.

During this period of walking, Ryan miraculously felt the calmness of the burn wound. There was no sign of inflammation or pus. Perhaps it was because he had to endure the pain of tearing off the rotten skin.

No trace of those giant flies was found, maybe they had changed direction midway.

The memories of the original Ryan Weir in his mind were slowly being sorted out, and he finally knew the reason why he was tied to the cross.

In recent years, natural disasters have occurred all over the world. People believe that these are divine punishments caused by disrespecting God.

And the original person who researched specialized insecticides to solve the locust plague was regarded as a heretic because he collected books that recorded the classics of pagan gods, and was to be sacrificed to the great sun to appease His wrath.

There is not much that can be guessed later, because these books on pagan gods were circulated before the great sun belief. They contain some primitive superstitions and some records of ancient people's response to natural disasters.

Looking at it according to the dialectical method, we should take the essence, discard the dross, and use the useful things.

However, in the cultural context of the Middle Ages, this principle obviously does not make sense.

The Principality of Mandala, which rules this western territory, is cracking down hard on heretics. As one of the seven lords under the principality, Gorgart Will has already expelled the heretics once. Now Ryan is trying to get in touch with heresy knowledge again. They had no choice but to use burning to prove the Will family's loyalty to the Mandala Principality.

"Unlucky, unlucky—"

Ryan is the unlucky guy.

We walked in the dark all the way to the small village near the confluence of the rivers, and soon the candles were extinguished.

In the feudal era, productivity was not high, and this was not a big town. There was no need for entertainment. Everyone got up early and went to bed early.

There is really nothing to do except make and beat children.

Waiting until late at night, Ryan slowly came to the door of a house with the most affluent appearance. He climbed over the stone wall that was more than half a person tall and landed on the ground. He took some clothes from the clothes rack and put them on his body.

At this time, the burn wounds were even scabbing, but they were a little itchy after being wrapped in clothes, making people unable to help but scratch them.

Ryan could understand that it was not normal for his body to recover so quickly, but maybe this was the standard physique of humans from another world?

At least I don't have to worry about wound inflammation leading to death.

Many humans in other worlds really just look like humans. In essence, they are either creations of ancient gods or descendants of gods and demons. Especially the Nephalem, who are much stronger than their fellow earthlings.

Some dried fish were drying in some courtyards. Ryan, who was so hungry that he couldn't bear it, took some from each household without picking it up for each family. He ate it quickly and was about to leave.

He came to the main road, glanced forward, and saw a staggering figure walking from the river bank in the distance, showing the steps that could only be taken when drunk.

Ryan quickly squatted down. Even though his vision had adapted to the brightness at night, he still felt that his night vision was a little too clear.

He can even try to focus and focus on the target. Is this also a standard human function in this world?

Ryan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously focused his attention on the past.

The next moment, he couldn't help but want to scream.

Because that staggering figure is not a living person at all!

There was not much intact skin left on the face that was riddled with holes, and several disgusting maggots as thick as fingers were happily squirming back and forth inside and outside the wounds.

Although his body was covered by clothes, the rotting smell seemed to flow to Ryan's nose like an image that could be perceived by powerful vision.

The moment he smelled this smell, Ryan wished that his respiratory system was still as sickly as it was in his previous life, almost unable to work normally.

Because his now developed sense of smell made him overwhelmed by the stench, the dried fish he had just eaten in his stomach became nauseated, and he had to hold back to avoid vomiting and making a sound.

He will probably never forget this stench for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, the walking zombie did not notice Ryan, but stubbornly moved its decayed body towards the nearest house.

Ryan estimated the distance, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

To make a noise to attract the monster's attention, then wake up the crowd, and finally be caught by the villagers because of his identity as a heretic and sent back to the stake?

Or maybe sneak away and run as far away as possible before the monster notices you?

His body has shown amazing recovery capabilities, so he doesn't need to worry about survival in the wild. He can survive as long as he runs to other lords' territory and changes his name.

The flow of information in this era is not strong. Unless there is a war, few people leave the area where they live, and not many people recognize this little person.

A trace of cold sweat slowly slid down Ryan's forehead. He was almost about to leave quietly, not wanting to put himself in danger, until a door not far away opened and a little kid ran out with bare legs. Need to pee.

The walking corpse was attracted to the living creature almost instantly and rushed towards this direction, showing a completely different speed from the staggering walking just now.

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"Danger!"

Ryan shouted subconsciously. At this moment, everything in his sight seemed to slow down. He ran quickly, came to the back of the child, and picked him up.

The child's face still retained the hazy look of being half asleep, mixed with the fright of suddenly seeing a terrifying monster. The monster jumped into the air and fell to the ground.

At this time, the child in his arms cried loudly, shouting "Dad, Mom!"

The monster stood up quickly and turned around without any movement to slow down its breathing. It was like a programmed machine that would never take a breath and pounced on Ryan.

Ryan subconsciously kicked the zombie over and pushed the child in his arms into the door.

This family just saw the monster and was so frightened that they quickly closed the door. There were sounds of moving things inside, most likely to reinforce the defense of the doors and windows.

Other neighbors were awakened by these movements, and some brave ones lit candles and torches. As soon as they went out and saw the terrifying scene of the walking dead, they were frightened and screamed, and hurriedly hid inside the house.

There were only a few strong men holding torches and farm tools in their hands standing around behind, shouting something unknown.

Ryan was no longer surprised that when he faced the monster, he still had enough attention to observe the changes in the surrounding environment.

This is probably a plug-in after he was reborn and traveled through time.

Because judging from the reactions of those ordinary people, they did not have the same physical fitness as himself.

Even the movements of this zombie monster are just a little more ferocious than ordinary people, and they are completely within the reaction range of my body!

Realizing this, Ryan gradually became excited. Which boy has not dreamed of traveling to another world and establishing a great cause?

But now those strange abilities only described in novels and science fiction movies have appeared in me. If I can't do anything with them, I would be really sorry for the matter of time travel.

He roared, exhaled, then held his breath, and kicked the zombie through his clothes several times, suppressing it to the ground and unable to get up. He had no weapon in his hand, so he had to pull out a weapon from the corner of the courtyard. Smash the crudely made iron pickaxe on the head of the zombie.

After repeating the action several times, like the sound of a rotten watermelon being cracked open, the dead green juice and mixed ingredients were scattered on the ground, and the corpse finally stopped moving.

Bang!

The pickaxe was thrown to the ground. Ryan looked at his hands, which were a little itchy due to excitement. Some strange power seemed to be stirring in his flesh and blood and in his nerves. The chants from ancient times resounded in his brain. It was as if some shackles had been opened.

"ah--!"

That feeling stimulated Ryan to shout, his body shimmering with white light, and something seemed to be tearing at the flesh and growing out of his waist and abdomen.

In the center of the ribs on his chest, there was a dagger-shaped bulge of light, which he subconsciously pulled out.

The pure white flame was pulled out along the dagger and spread across the courtyard. It did not damage or ignite any objects, but only burned everything that was left of the walking corpse.

Those foul smells were also purified, and the light of the short sword in his hand gradually went out.

The objects sprouted from the waist shone brightly, and the huge light even illuminated the entire town like daylight.

The Evolved Truster and the Ring of Change Belt, this is what appears on Ryan.

Corresponding to Ultraman Nexus and Kamen Rider Agita respectively.

The next moment, while the scabbard on his chest was still there, Ryan endured the strange feeling and inserted the Evolution Truster back in. The transformation ring on his waist also went out and disappeared into his waist and abdomen.

Then Ryan fainted, and when he woke up again, he was already lying on a somewhat shabby but clean wooden bed, and the bedding covered with it had the smell of sunlight.

Fortunately it wasn't on the cross.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, sat up and leaned against the wall, but felt some new fears in his heart.

If his judgment was correct, the walking corpse he met yesterday was probably the manifestation of Nurgle's power.

In other words, he may have traveled to the Warhammer world.

According to his original memory, there are only four grand duchies on this planet: southeast, northwest and southeast. Because they avoid the empire of the great sun, no one can claim to be emperor.

Then you can be sure that you are in the world of Warhammer 40K, not the medieval Warhammer that is doomed to destruction.

Wait, in that case, isn't that great sun the emperor?

Ryan suddenly stood up from the bed and walked around the room.

How pitiful God is, because he didn't believe in the great sun and sought the knowledge recorded by other believers to solve the locust plague, and was treated as a heretic and sent to the stake. After narrowly escaping from the stake, he kept chanting the Emperor's blessing in his heart.

What kind of thing is this?

Ryan subconsciously looked at his waist, tentatively placing his hands on his waist, and the circle of change appeared naturally.

Um, yes, it's true. This thing is the power of light, related to the God of Black and White. He has really been blessed by other gods besides the Emperor.

Oh, no, the Emperor and his elders call themselves humans. They hate those who treat themselves as gods. I believe he won't mind.

The changing circle quickly disappeared. It only appeared for a few seconds, and Ryan felt a feeling of collapse in his waist and abdomen.

This thing is useless.

Then came the confirmation of the next thing, the Evolved Truster, the light that burned and purified the walking corpses caused by the Nurgle Plague last night with a sword.

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This light is also related to the ceiling power of the tokusatsu worldview, no, even Ultraman Noah, who is considered the ceiling power in most subculture circles.

Ryan reached out and held it in front of his chest. Well, nothing appeared. Is his posture wrong?

He imitated the most standard posture of pulling out the Evolutionary Truster from his waist to transform, but he still didn't get any response.

However, what happened last night was indeed real, because Ryan found that his burn wounds and even the penetrating wounds on his hands had been completely healed.

Traveling to the Warhammer 40K world that he is most familiar with, Ryan was a little disappointed that he could not become a silly and cheerful green skin, because becoming an green skin (except for the grunt) is the happiest thing in this dark and cold universe.

However, the sudden awakening of the power of light seems to indicate that the cross-worldview debate that he has seen on online forums before may come true.

It is even possible for him to save this universe that is poisoned by subspace!

His heart was beating hard and unsatisfactorily. At that moment, the names of the Four Gods of Chaos, the deeds of the Emperor, including the First Legion, ah, the First Legion had no secrets. After all, the original body of the First Legion, Ryan, was about to return.

The things he knew about the Warhammer world view passed quickly in his mind. If he had used the spiritual powers of the Four Gods and the Emperor to perceive him, he might have known where he was.

And until now, he has not turned into a chaos egg because he knows so much knowledge of chaos. Perhaps it is the reason why he is protected by the power of light.

Or the confirmation of a certain online inference: If the Warhammer world really exists in the human world, then all life on earth is the human template that the Emperor dreams of, untouchables that are completely insulated from the warp.

Of course, these inaccessibility may only mean that they will not be remotely corrupted by the Warp, but when facing the pollution of Chaos, the mutation will still mutate.

Or in the face of physical damage caused by chaos, you have to burp when you should.

Otherwise, when I pulled out the Evolutionary Truster yesterday, the light would not have turned into flames to burn away any remaining zombie pollution.

With thoughts racing in his mind, Ryan gradually accepted the fact that he had traveled to Warhammer 40K and even awakened the power of light.

The next most important issue is to find a way to connect with the interstellar space, obtain information, and confirm the current timeline.

The big event of 30K was the Horus Heresy, which is mostly a thing of the past.

Because these lord families still know how to select knights to use Titans, but do not know more about the entire empire's composition and space warriors, which shows that this planet's geographical location is remote enough, and it has lost contact with the empire for a long time, already after the Great Rebellion.

It's even possible that those Titans were just scraps disposed of by a passing legion.

40K is based on the awakening of Lord Regent Roboute Guilliman, the original body of the Ultramarines Legion, and the launch of the Dark Crusade.

What we need to figure out now is what plot 40K has developed into.

If the latest version of the Return of the Lion King was followed before he traveled through time, then the Plague War would probably be over. The Emperor, an old pervert, would possess living saints all over the world, and use the body of a little lolita to make Guilliman call him daddy. This behavior is simply mind-numbing.

It is said that the Emperor was once related to the twin brothers, the founders of the Roman Empire, and it was more likely that they were the legendary she-wolf who raised them.

In some far-fetched translations, the meaning of she-wolf is related to some special professions. Therefore, there are also rumors that the emperor played a special role from 0K to 2K. Maybe the issue of not educating his children well has been passed down. The Emperor himself for life.

No, you can't just think about these memories in your mind. If that old bacon can really feel his presence, you will be very embarrassed when you meet one day.

Ryan finally calmed down. He had already thought about how to solve the problem at hand and get rid of his identity as a heretic.

Just kidding, when it comes to explaining the Emperor's beliefs and the truth of the Empire (nonsense), he is many times more skilled than the natives of these feudal planets.

What's more, he has now awakened the power of light. As long as he shows a certain value, these people will go crazy and kill him.

No matter what happens, with my current physical fitness, I can still run away if I want.

Just as I was thinking this, there was a knock on the door, followed by an extremely fearful voice saying respectfully:

"Sir, the guards of the Mast family are here to track down the criminals who escaped from the fire yesterday. Although you saved us yesterday, we cannot afford to offend those knights. We also hope that you will——"

squeak--

The door was pushed open and Ryan had already dressed and walked out. He said loudly:

"Ryan Weir is here. The blood of the Resolute Family will never shirk its responsibilities."

He had no intention of blaming the villagers for being ungrateful. After all, these people could have chosen to tie him up while he was unconscious. Allowing him to rest here for one night was the limit of what these people could do.

"You little bastard, you're quite lucky. Yesterday's punishment failed, and you were attacked by a monster. It's all your heretic's fault. It also caused the death of Master Kaleja Mast. Why don't you just catch him quickly?" Bind your arms!"

The leading knight, Kamo Mast, scolded arrogantly and arrogantly threw a bunch of ropes in front of Ryan.

"What if I don't?"

Under the morning sun, the young man's smile was particularly dazzling, while the eyes of the knights became violent, and even the horses underneath them neighed violently.

Kamo roared angrily: "Then the Fa will be rectified on the spot!"

After saying that, he encouraged the horses to charge, even regardless of the safety of the villagers on the road.