Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

In a dark cellar, twisted blasphemous power filled this small cellar. Many disemboweled corpses were placed on the ground in a disorderly manner. Their blood and internal organs smeared the ground and walls, outlining blasphemous symbols.

Matthew, who was deeply corroded, no longer looked like a human being. His face was full of dark eyes without any white, and his body was covered with various protrusions and spikes. The decent clothes were thrown away somewhere, and a dark and tattered black cloth was hanging on his body.

"I feel it!" Matthew's heavy voice also changed, with strange magnetism and strange characteristics like echo.

He stretched out his mutated hand and adjusted the fresh flesh and blood.

In the middle of the cellar, a crack that was inconsistent with reality was slowly opening, and it stopped expanding until it was large enough for several people to pass through. Matthew felt the wind of the warp blowing, and the mutation on his body became more intense and serious. His fingers stuck together and turned into huge bone claws. His face no longer had a nose and mouth, and was filled with black eyes of various sizes. His body succumbed to the ground, and his skin was stuck to each other as if it had melted. The various swellings and spikes that had originally protruded continued to grow, exploding more limbs.

Matthew now looked like a huge and terrifying flesh spider, but there was no mouth.

Hugh Ronald, Pidat, and Okmant, three guys with superb destruction technology and stealth experience in the Black Legion walked out of the crack.

Ronald looked at the low Chaos Egg in front of him, and he was very impatient. He raised his gun and was ready to kill this annoying thing. Pidat stopped him, "Keep him, help us attract attention."

Each Chaos Egg looks different

"Humph." Ronald, who accepted Pidat's advice, took back his gun and went over the task given to them by the great warmaster Abaddon in his mind again.

"That thing is in this area of ​​this place." Oktman used his hand to indicate the location of the Eye of Kaznamarck to the other two Black Legion warriors. Oktman fiddled with a special auspicious instrument debugged by a wizard, "I'll take the auspicious instrument to find it. You go to destroy the signal system on the planet and incite those lowly guys to attack the army stationed here." The two looked at each other and didn't have any big opinions. It seems that Oktman is the commander of these three people. The three giants tacitly broke through the thin soil layer of the cellar and quickly moved towards their target. Pidat relied on his familiarity with the blasphemous power of the subspace to quickly find the corrupted Chaos people and the planetary defense force. Pidat was quite satisfied with the number of Chaos cannon fodder he had in his hands. After all, it was only a short month, and it was amazing to have so many Chaos believers. Pidat used his superhuman strength to kill several blind guys, and established prestige among the Chaos believers. At the same time, he relied on his insight into people's hearts to quickly show these ignorant believers a "brilliant" future. After understanding the nearby military stationing situation, he divided this huge Chaos "army" into two groups. One group consisted of tens of thousands of people and three or four thousand planetary defense forces to attack the second company stationed in the fields, and he led the remaining tens of thousands of people and more than two thousand planetary defense forces to attack the city station of the first company.

Although this city is not much different from the countryside in Pidat's eyes.

It was another boring killing. Pidat even wanted to yawn out of boredom. The aiming instrument on the helmet and the aiming of the gun in his hand were synchronized. With hundreds of years of combat experience, he could easily aim at those slow and weak figures hiding behind the bunkers. But he didn't have much time to waste. If it was so difficult to fight the first company, then it wouldn't be much faster to fight the second company. The combat effectiveness of these planetary defense forces is really poor. Even the volleys of the Orks are more accurate than these guys.

After a few shots, he blew up a few ridiculous figures who were trying to fight back. Then, Pidat saw Yukager and his group retreating underground. "If you run away, I will be in trouble." Pidat ran over quickly, ready to give them endless surprises, but his face became ugly when he heard the dull explosion from the tunnel.

The patient appearance he pretended to have before was also broken at this moment. In anger, he directly smashed the tunnel in front of him with his fists, creating a huge space. The instrument on the helmet showed him the figures of the fleeing Imperial Guards in the dark tunnel.

He grinned cruelly and pulled his trigger. A long string of bullets filled with blasphemous power poured out from the grenade gun in his hand. The blasphemous bombs were like the mockery of the evil god, rushing to the back of the guards with a terrifying sound. Not even any screams of pain could be heard. The powerful bombs were enough to pierce the armor of one soldier after another. The bombs penetrated the flesh and blew everything to pieces. The wonderful sounds and moving scenes brought some comfort to Pidat's angry heart.

But then another explosion completely blocked the passage and the small group of soldiers who did not follow made Pidat's mood worsen again. After quickly killing the unlucky ones who didn't follow with a few casual shots, Piedat didn't care about the Chaos believers who were causing mass murders in the city and got out of control. He relied on his own experience and judgment to quickly lock down all the possible targets in this tunnel. Exit and quickly move forward.

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Yukagel looked at the huge loading truck in the distance. He did not act rashly, but lay in ambush on both sides of the road, preparing for an ambush.

"There are your comrades in front of you, but they don't look very friendly." Delia used her modified eyes to scan the soldiers hidden by the mounds and various vegetation from a long distance.

"Did you see any strange marks or symbols on them?" Lin Fan asked Delia calmly.

"No, not really. He just looks dirty, like he just had a fight."

After hearing this, Lin Fan immediately realized that these people might be the remnants of the first company that had been withdrawn from Ketun, not far away. After letting Delia stop the car at a safe distance, she used the loudspeaker in the car to shout at the disguised guys, "Here are the temporary non-commissioned officers of the first platoon assault squad of the 37th Regiment's 3rd Company, Soap. You guys It’s from that unit.”

Yukagel curled his lips when he heard the strange name Soap, but he did know that there was such a person in the third company. After all, among so many random names such as John George, Soap seemed particularly impressive. .

Taking a deep breath, and using the loud voice that all noncommissioned officers have, Yukager responded: "This is the captain of the first company of the 37th Regiment, Maurice Yukager. We have just been attacked by the rebels. Attack, heavy damage, please prove your identity, otherwise we will open fire."

In the worried eyes of Domian and Delia, Lin Fan happily climbed out of the car and walked towards the first company.

Seeing Lin Fan alone, Yukagel was not so afraid that he asked the soldiers to focus fire on him. After all, he was wearing the standard bulletproof armor in the army, although it may have been damaged and had no protective ability. There are no strange graffiti or symbols on his body, and his expression does not have any abnormal fanaticism. As Lin Fan approached step by step, Yukagel quickly made a decision. This guy was not rebellious. He also made a gesture, telling the soldiers that they no longer had to hide.

After all, their situation is also very bad. Who knows when the black-armored giant will appear in front of everyone and once again bring the shadow of death to them.