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

"So we found a Chaos Altar that maintains the storm in the Armageddon system?" Lin Fan asked the Rune Priest of the Space Wolves, Wodehouse Ice Wolf.

"Yes, this altar is about to appear. In my Wolf Prophecy, this altar was born from the future and affects the past, and it is about to travel to the present, which is near the fleet."

"Wait." Lin Fan was a little confused. He, a mortal who could not feel the fluctuations of the warp at all, could not understand what Wodehouse was talking about. "To be honest, I didn't understand. Can you give a simpler description?"

"Indeed, I didn't understand it either." Kaiser White Fang hugged his arms and looked confused.

Wodehouse sighed deeply and thought about how to explain the unique time turbulence of the warp to them in a more appropriate and simple way. "You can think of it this way. Your fullness in the past was because you ate a steak in the distant past, but this steak did not appear in the past, but in the future. That is to say, your fullness yesterday was caused by the steak you ate tomorrow today. The order of time is all messed up, and it can still maintain its true effectiveness."

"Uh." Looking at the expressions of Cather White Fang and Lin Fan, Wodehouse felt that they didn't understand.

"There is no need to delve into these issues. In short, a Chaos altar is about to appear next to our fleet. It may be a meteorite engraved with blasphemous runes, or it may be a wreck in the lost subspace. In short, we need to solve this problem so that we can get in from the storm to support Armageddon."

"I don't care. I just fight." Cather White Fang waved his hand, picked up the mead at his waist and started drinking again.

"Then why did you call me? Isn't this kind of work usually done by you?" He looked at Lin Fan as if he was mentally retarded, "It's fine if others don't know our situation, but why do you come here every day to eat and drink with us and pretend not to know. There are only a few reckless kids with little combat experience left in our team. It's okay to let them practice fighting orcs, but I'm afraid they will be defeated if they fight those warp demons and chaos rebels." Lin Fan touched his head awkwardly and smiled apologetically: "So you need me to assist you "No, in fact, we need your company, and the Sisters of Battle will come to help us." Wodehouse looked at Lin Fan seriously and extended an invitation to him to fight together. "Among those companies that have fought against demons, only your company has no signs of corruption and madness. I have every reason to believe that this is caused by the aura of the great God-Emperor in you." "Well, I will go to assemble the Third Company to cooperate with your actions." Lin Fan made a Sky Eagle Salute to Wodehouse, went back to report to Colonel Mark and others, and assembled his Third Company by the way. As Wodehouse predicted, the newly assembled Third Company of the Astra Militarum and a team of Stormtroopers and a team of Sisters of Battle led by Sister Govestin received a detection alarm from the fleet. A subspace rift unfolded out of thin air 5,400 kilometers outside the fleet, and spit out a huge spaceship composed of several damaged battleships and transport ships and space debris, which appeared next to the fleet. According to the observation of the astropath, he saw the blasphemous power of the warp that was difficult to look at directly, and vomited it on the spot.

The exaggerated proportion of the wreck and the spaceship

Wodehouse Ice Wolf, Bennett Wolf Claw, Cather White Fang and three Gray Hunters took Lin Fan's Third Company and Sister Govestin and others on a destroyer to approach the wreck and try to eliminate the Chaos Altar on it.

Dozens of boarding torpedoes carried everyone to the wreck. These torpedoes that were precisely calculated and used for machine soul navigation should have evenly and perfectly sent them to the same level of the wreck to facilitate their gathering, but things involving the warp are always so changeable and dangerous. The moment those torpedoes approached the wreck, they were affected by unknown forces and were transmitted to various parts of the wreck in the flashing blue light.

Boom!

The huge sound tortured Lin Fan and his party who were in the boarding torpedoes. Lin Fan felt that this was not the sound of a torpedo being embedded in the wall from the outside, but rather a foreign object being forcibly inserted into a solid block of metal.

"Pastor Dilia, where are we now?"

"Please wait a moment." Dilia carefully observed the current location of Lin Fan and his team with the detector and auspicious instrument in her hand, and then gave an extremely outrageous answer, "We are in the center of the outer wall of a ship, and the nearest passage is 20 meters away from us."

"This is too ridiculous, why are we not crushed directly, but growing in the wall like a tumor." Old Jock picked up the hot melt gun in his hand and put down the soldiers trapped in the chairs one by one. "Just adjust the output rate. Move your ass away. Do you want to be roasted?"

"Wait, old Jock, don't use your melta. Priest Dilia has a thermal cutter." Lin Fan was scared to death by old Jock's reckless behavior. Although he knew that old Jock was a weapons expert and could use basically anything well, he always had to be prepared for accidents, right?

Dilia used the thermal cutting laser on her engineering backpack to cut the fixed chair node, and the soldiers inside were able to escape and quickly packed up their equipment.

"There are too many people here. It would be too much to just tear open the wall." Lin Fan turned to look at Delia and asked, "Can your thermal cutter cut through this wall?"

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"Well, you can, but it will probably take a long time. After all, the power of this thermal cutter is not as high as imagined." Delia raised her head and looked at the ceiling and thought, tapping her chin with a mechanical finger. It seems that this is a standard action for her daily thinking. "unless."

"Unless what?" Lin Fan, who seemed to have heard the good news, immediately became interested. They had no time to waste.

"Unless you can hug me." Delia's inaudible voice floated into Lin Fan's ears, making him a little overwhelmed, while Old Jock and several other soldiers on the side showed meaningful expressions. Lin Fan even saw Old Jock, an old bastard, secretly giving him a thumbs up. No matter how you looked at the eyes under the mask, he had an expression of admiration.

"I didn't expect you, Captain, to be able to pick up mechanical girls. I admire you, I admire you! Since ancient times, real men should fuck men, and pure men should fuck Gundams!"

Looking at Old Qiao Ke and the others who were teasing him, and looking at Delia's shy expression, Lin Fan thought carefully about how he looked when he hugged Delia.

I went, I was scared to death, I could only think of the miserable death of the Genestealer clan leader.

So hugging really helps? Can I still buff my teammates? How about I give Old Jock a hug in the future?

Old Jock suddenly trembled, and then unconsciously covered his butt.

Lin Fan rolled his eyes at him and decided not to hug Old Jock. Then he approached Delia and stretched out his hands to hug her. His head was away from hers. This was the first time that Lin Fan stood and hugged Delia. To be honest, Delia was a bit short, and his head couldn't even be placed on her shoulders, but he could clearly feel that Delia's head was close to his shoulders.

"Oh! I'm so happy! I really want to hug the incarnation of the God of All Machines every day!" Delia felt the sacred aura, silently stretched out her tail and started recording.

"Tsk, why is this girl smoking again? Is it going to break again?"