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

In the end, Ryan could only use the simplest way to comfort these warriors who had been wandering for a long time.

That is, they will fight side by side with him, and all of them will have the honor of being elite personal guards.

But it can be seen that Zabril is not very interested in this reward. He just checked his bolter with his hand, trying not to make eye contact with Ryan.

Ryan stared at Zabril for a long time and turned his head with a stiff face. He felt angry at Zabril's indifference, but he also had a certain understanding and sympathy for his current state.

The two emotions conflicted fiercely, and Ryan's brain almost shut down. He could only find another way to vent, so he turned his back to the Dark Angels and gave low commands.

"Azmodai, please follow Seve for the time being."

"What! Asking me to fight side by side with a dirty and evil fallen angel!!!" Azmodai, who was lucky enough to save his life in Ryan's hands, resisted fiercely. The black rosary he regarded as a treasure disappeared. A symbol of his success in getting the fallen angels to repent.

As for where the black rosary went, of course I have to ask Ryan.

After waking up from the coma, Azmodai still did not change his resentment and anger, and continued to accuse Ryan of being the biggest fallen angel.

After hearing these remarks, Chapter Leader Azrael lived in fear all day long, fearing that he would be stared at by Ryan's disappointed eyes in the next second.

It was Ryan who finally made Azmodai remain silent. He stood in front of Azmodai, kicked Azmodai down like a bully, took away the latter's cherished black rosary and crushed it to pieces.

When the rosary was broken, Azmodai became extremely violent. The spirit, which was considered abnormal by the entire group's senior management, became even more insane and rushed towards Ryan regardless.

Azmodai rushed towards him, but Ryan slapped him back.

Rushed in again, pulled back again.

After repeating this process, Azmodai was panting, his face was red and swollen, and he could only lie on the ground and breathe weakly. Ryan shook his palms, turned around and left without saying a word.

Azmodai looked at the powder of the black rosary beads and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Uuuu... black rosary... my black rosary..."

Since that day, Azmodai has become much calmer. At least he won't point his finger at Ryan's nose and curse.

As for why Ryan spared Azmodai, who had repeatedly offended his authority, the Dark Angels senior leaders all had their own thoughts, but no one dared to share their thoughts with other brothers.

"Just do what I tell you! Do you have any objections?"

There was no need to look back, he only needed to raise his hand slightly. All Azmodai's objections disappeared. He moved silently and walked behind Seve.

The battle is about to begin, and Ryan bides his time. He was a little impatient, tapping his fingers on the hilt of his sword to send a message to Guilliman.

"Guilliman, are your transfers complete?"

"Hurry up, lion! Don't be in a hurry."

Guilliman smiled and comforted Lion. When the call was hung up, he immediately showed a helpless and disgusted expression, then he frowned and tried his best to suppress his anger and asked behind him.

"Is this what you said is the key to quickly breaking the war situation?"

"Yes, the great, the glorious, the majestic, the handsome, the holy emperor must support Lord Guilliman."

This last description sounded like a curse, but considering that he was in front of a Mechanicus Priest who was known for his mechanical thinking, Guilliman chose to ignore and tolerate it.

His blood pressure was on the rise. Guilliman pointed at an image of a battlefield and asked.

"What do you think their combat advantage is?"

When the Mechanic Priest heard this, he puffed out a large stream of steam proudly, and then talked eloquently, "Since ancient times, the fight for the commanding heights has been indispensable in battles. To put it more seriously, some battles revolve around the commanding heights. Prepared. So we thought, if the commanding heights are so important, why not create a mobile commanding heights? In this case, our army will always have an absolute advantage."

"So you built this thing?"

"Yes, great..."

Seeing that the Mechanicus was preparing to scold Guilliman secretly again, Guilliman hurriedly raised his hand to tell him to stop talking. He just tore off the battlefield image and crumpled it into a ball of waste paper in his hand.

"So you just let the troops walk on stilts?"

"Lord Guilliman, your words are somewhat inappropriate. The scientific name of that great thing is: long- and short-range telescopic, rapid, high-altitude, battlefield-strengthening logic equipment."

"Those are stilts! You just covered them with iron and added a retractable function!"

The Mechanicus was silent for three seconds. Just when Guilliman thought he understood his mistake, the Mechanicus emphasized it again in a dull and mechanical voice.

"The scientific name of that great thing is: long- and short-range telescopic, rapid, high-altitude, battlefield-strengthening logic equipment. You will make the machine spirit displeased."

The Mechanicus' explanation did not make the situation better, but made it worse. Guilliman wiped his face violently.

He began to miss the time when he communicated with Dorne, the stone wall.

"Expandable stilts, what a stupid act! Even the orcs would not do this! The dignity of the human empire army is being trampled on by your little toys!"

"That is not a small toy. It is a restructured interpretation of the great meaning of the God of All Machines. It is an external display of mechanical truth. According to our calculations and data integration, the Skitarii strengthened by such a magical thing were in Dosi 198 The combat efficiency of -4 planets has increased by 45%."

"That's because the enemies you're fighting are fucking wild beasts..."

Guilliman sighed deeply, his anger towards the Mechanicus turning into deep helplessness.

In order to prepare for this war, the empire sent a conscription order with the highest authority, requiring troops with outstanding military exploits to gather at designated locations.

Considering the size of the empire, the situation was complex. There are actually no rigid standards for the selection of troops with outstanding military exploits, which results in uneven strength of the troops.

Some legions even climbed out of the caves and came to the battlefield with their ancient and cumbersome mysterious fire guns.

In addition, the imperial army has never had a unified way of naming its troops, and the names of many legions are quite deceptive and confusing.

I can't blame them... I have to blame myself...

Guilliman thought to himself that after spending so much time with the elite and efficient troops in the Great Mess Hall, he felt that he had been spoiled and had forgotten how heavyweight the Empire was.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Guilliman raised his hand and signaled the Mechanicus Priest to step back. He had no hope for this stilt troop with a cool name.