Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 232 224. Hello, foreign race, your natural disaster is coming ([-])

They are about to die, to be taken, to be devoured, and decades of wisdom and effort to be consumed, and the blasphemous aliens are about to touch the cities of the Om Messiah.

They have exhausted everything, every drop of blood dripped on the dry wasteland of Rust, everyone took up arms to face the invading alien race, the broken assembly line was opened to the maximum, bullets emerged from the steel chain, and in an instant Stuffed into the barrel by them, everything, they have given everything.

But it didn't work.

The best opportunity has been missed. The great sage who was hanged by angry sages misjudged the strength of the enemy, and his arrogant attitude towards the enemy caused Rust to fall into the abyss step by step. Now the bones of the great sage are still Hanging on the top of the melting pot of Rust's world, under the gorgeous red silk is the scum that thousands of people cast aside.

No matter how much the dead are sanctioned, the crimes committed by the criminals cannot be undone. Everyone will die, under the sword of a foreign race, and pay the price for the arrogance of the great sage.

God, save them, Rust forged the world, a bright mechanical pearl, the God of Myriad Machines will not tolerate letting his wisdom fall into the hands of profane aliens.

They are still praying, still resisting, and still struggling, but the alien fleet covers the entire sky, they are isolated from the outside world, and their only hope is themselves.

At the last moment before the main star was blocked, they did not receive any news of outside rescue.

They inevitably slipped into the abyss, and at most one day, everything in Rust will be stained with the dirt of foreign races.

When they realize that the final outcome is still destruction, people no longer actively organize logistics and strategies. They directly shout the slogan of Ohm Messiah and rush out in despair and misery. Flesh and clumps cluttered together, greasy with fat and blood, rust leaping and cheering like moss.

Perhaps the destruction of a forged world is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the bloated giant empire, and there is no disturbance in the self-interested and ruthless Mars foundry network, but in the eyes of the people who have lived in this forged world for generations , This is the end of their entire world, the upside-down and shattering of the world they have been living on.

God forsaken them.

But even if God gave up on them, they would not give up on God.

A part of the troops voluntarily withdrew from the defeated front. They walked into the factory that survived in the past, and began to destroy and burn the sacred machinery in an orderly manner.

Holy oil was sprinkled on the paper that recorded knowledge and burned; the holy sword of the sculpture was removed and stuck in the engine, and the sages began to destroy the miracles that could only be forged in centuries. Some people even blew up a factory. Trembling, he ignited his own chip to kill himself.

The footsteps of the aliens have not yet stepped into the main city, but the raging flames have begun to engulf the city, and the uncoordinated rhythm resounds above the city, which is the groan of the machine when it is completely dead.

In the most central and core area of ​​the main city, Lazheng, who succeeded the seat of the great sage, stood desperately in front of the melting pot of the world. This part occupying the core of the entire planet is an unrepeatable miracle in the history of industry. A melting pot of throbbing hearts.

But now, he wants to stop the powerful beating of this heart with his own hands, it cannot fall into the enemy's hands.

Ra trembled, he did not want to be a sinner, the craftsman smashed the treasures with his own hands, the wise man voluntarily burned the books, great sorrow and despair enveloped him.

"Why? Why did Just face all this?"

"Lord, if you are real, why are you so indifferent to the dust of knowledge? Is everything we believe is still a lie?"

"Respond to me! Respond to me! My Lord!"

The sage shouted hoarsely, on top of the hot and bright furnace was the broken and rusty body of the great sage, and the dead dangled danglingly on the top of the furnace, as if mocking Ra's foolish faith.

Ra watched all this in desperation, so despondent that his consciousness was on the verge of collapse, so that he didn't notice the slightest change-the slight twitch of the corpse's fingers.

The presence of the highest heaven watched them, the click of gears and gears began to resonate, the wire twisted like a living thing, the flames beat against the solid wall of steel, the steam and arc were beautiful songs, and the chaotic tick-tock danced, He Consciousness droops from the Throne of the Forge.

The ignorant people from outside mess up the established destiny, and the gods hate and look sideways, but the laws imprison their authority extending to the physical side. Since the gamblers change the rules of the game, they can also drag in new variables.

There are whispers in the chaos, and there is also a tacit understanding in the war of the gods. It is the chaos that stirs up the entire galaxy.

He is the chosen [variable].

No, this is a [deal], one end of the scale is the ladder to climb up, and the other end is the beginning of a broken empire.

The four biggest seats in the subspace are too dangerous, and he was unwilling to agree to such a deal, especially the ever-changing demon king who invited him to sit, the sincerity in his smirk is self-evident.

Maybe he shouldn't have entered into this fate prematurely, but the bargaining chips they provided were attractive enough. For Vashtor, that was the first steam engine of the new era. After it, everything in the past is gone , a new era is slowly unfolding.

The sweet breath tempted him, and he signed part of his soul under the parchment of the transaction, and the four gods also paid the price for it.

So here he is, through the guidance of the Lord of Stasis, the gods at the other end of the transaction are also divided, and Vashtor is keenly aware of the god's mild anger.

[Words have their own unique charm, and names that give things meaning are even more mysterious. 】

[Rust (RUST), its name is Rust. 】

[When the Legion of the Death Guard arrives, the chord of meaning will reach the peak of perfection at this moment. 】

[Concepts have accumulated to the limit, and what I seek may be stagnant. 】

"Feel sorry."

The agent of the plague He talked to said in a slow and polite voice that the bone white paint of the death guard had already shown a gorgeous and dreamy light color on his armor, just like the ghost after eating poisonous mushrooms by mistake. fantasy.

"Please speak humanly."

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[I'm looking for "Plague Heart" here, it might be here. 】

Plagueheart, Ouroboros, Tuchucha.

This is the treasure that the four gods promised him, and it is also a sharp blade that can overthrow the galaxy.

"Then what can I do for you, in His name."

[Death, rust, spread your rust as much as possible, use rust to erode people's hearts, when enough mechanical sages fall into madness, my power will flow out of the furnace. 】

"Thank you, I like this proposal."

Raton tidied up his potion bottles unhurriedly, and checked the tip of his gun that could harvest gene seeds. Although a thick layer of rust had grown on it, it was still usable.

In addition to spreading the plague, he will also collect some gene-seeds of the Death Guard, and Raton feels with a sense of satisfaction that he needs to return the Death Guard to their established destiny. Even if he can't do much now, he can at least save those Seeds that have not had time to sow.

As a pharmacist, he knew that in this chaotic battlefield, the recovery of gene seeds was not 100%. The chaos and tragedy of the war would cause some corpses with seeds to be lost in the corner of sight.

In return for the seed, Rodan gave Mortarion a small ship overgrown with lush fungus, a gift he hoped the Death Guard would receive with lush curiosity.

For this purpose, Raton specially collected different fungi from 49 galaxies, [-] different soils, and a small red fungus even has a cute little smiling face on it. They are very beautiful when they come out of the human body. Dun hoped that Mortarion would like the gift.
Oh, of course, of course, he'll help spread the rust, it's just that wanderers who leave their hometown are always very homesick.

　Three artifacts: Ouroboros (the secret of Caliban), Tuchucha (engine, little boy servant, in the original book, it was with the Lion King, Karas went to grab it, failed, and left with regret), Plague Heart (least information , basically none, it is known that 41k only appeared on a week corroded by the death guard, and Nurgle was looking for this thing at the same time)
　　The combination of the three artifacts becomes a network tunnel excavator (known), digging, digging, and other functions, but it is currently unknown
　　
　
(End of this chapter)