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

"We? We are the team of the 10rd Company. The battle just now caused our organization to be disrupted." The Ultramarines answered calmly and moved towards Catosikarius. The two teams finally maintained a distance of meters. The distance stopped.

There was something wrong with the troops in front of him, but Catosicarius couldn't tell what it was. He had to secretly order the troops to prepare for battle to prevent the troops in front of him from suddenly attacking.

As soon as he uttered a syllable, Trazin was suddenly turned away.

It's the enemy's infiltration force!

Cato Sikarius understood this immediately. He dodged Trazin sideways in a flash of lightning, and blocked the enemy's attack with his sword. He took out the bolt pistol from his waist and pointed it at the enemy's still tight knees. Bang bang two shots.

The enemy was unstable and knelt down directly. Catosicarius took advantage of the situation and pushed away the sword edge, letting the sword in his hand draw a beautiful arc and plunge it into the enemy's chest to resist.

This action gave Cato Sicarius an extra human shield that could block the enemy's bullets, giving him more time to judge the situation on the battlefield.

Trazin raised his head from the hot mud. He had rarely been in such a miserable state.

Looking back, he discovered that the ones leading him were not Ultramarines at all, but Waaagh Alfaris agents with Ultraboy paint.

The disguise of these orcs is extremely crude and simple. They just put an extra blood-stained helmet of an Ultramarine on their head.

But with the strengthening of the Waaagh force field, even this simple disguise requires strong observation skills to detect any abnormalities.

Cato Sikarius fought with the infiltrated orc agents. As a vain and proud swordsman who was often complained about by Guilliman, he had superb swordsmanship that matched his reputation.

No orc agent could last three rounds in front of Cato Sikarius, and they could only rely on their numerical advantage to barely delay Cato Sikarius' attack.

Seeing the increasing casualties, the orc agents knew that the surprise attack had failed. They dropped a few smoke bombs and disappeared suddenly.

Trazin finally swallowed the dirt in his mouth, turning it into one of the energy sources for his furnace, and saw a pair of iron feet standing in front of him.

Cato Sikarius pointed his sword at Trazin's head, which clearly meant that Trazin could prove to him that he was not an orc pretending to be an orc.

"Brother...how can the orcs pretend to be Necrontyr? We are just a pile of metal, not even flesh!"

Trazin cried, fearing that Cato Sicarius would kill him too to avoid an accident.

"What happened here?"

Hearing this voice, Cato Sikarius was excited at first, and then became nervous. He turned around and reported the battle situation to Guilliman in a very polite tone.

Guilliman heard the warning and was very satisfied with Cato Sikarius' vigilance. After all, he also knew that the battlefield was full of orc agents. Who knew they were hiding under the leadership of Beat Reese and Mysterious False? To some place.

"Let's take care of the children. There are still places that need our help."

Cato Sicarius remained motionless, not fully trusting Guilliman in front of him.

"What? As a father, I can't control you anymore? Cato Sicarius, I order you... ugh!"

Guilliman was speechless, because he was stabbed severely in the back. The extremely loyal Calgar had a cold expression on his face, and there was no gleam of admiration or trust in his eyes when he looked at Guilliman.

"Damn it! Calgar! What are you doing!" Guilliman's other guards and Cato Sikarius roared angrily, rushing over to protect Guilliman and kill Calgar, the traitor.

Calgar laughed twice and turned into an orc agent. After stabbing Guilliman in the back, he didn't think about surviving. He stood aside carelessly and his head was chopped off with a chain sword.

Cato Sicarius came to Guilliman and didn't care about the whereabouts of the real Calgar. After all, as long as Calgar was gone, he would most likely be the first company commander.

At this moment, Guilliman jumped up suddenly and slapped Cato Sicarius hard. If Cato Sicarius hadn't reacted quickly and blocked it slightly with his long sword, this blow would have been just It was enough to kill him.

Trazin's face was confused by the sudden change, and it also made the Ultramarines fall into the serious question of who is the enemy and who is the ally.

Catosicarius lay on the ground and vomited two mouthfuls of blood and died. His body gradually changed into the appearance of an orc agent, and his face was covered with a cardboard with the head of Catosicarius.

Seeing this, Guilliman couldn't help but shout, "Oh, that's bad! I killed the wrong person."

The other Ultramarines were also regretful and cursed, "How can this little brat be one of ours? Boss, I say we should do an identity check, otherwise it's really hard to tell."

Guilliman shook his finger, "It's absolutely impossible to identify anything. The fewer mistakes there are, the better. I think we can't tell them apart, and the enemy can't tell them apart even more!"

Guilliman then turned to look at Trazyn, asking if he was an agent.

Before Trazin could respond, the orc agents who had just been repelled also returned to the battlefield. They didn't bother to distinguish between friend and foe, and just killed everyone they saw.

Guilliman shouted, "It's over! These bastards are disguised as cans from the opposite side! Kill them, boys!"

The two waves of people fought together, and finally ended in Guilliman's victory.

The dead bodies of the orc agents remained unchanged. Guilliman scratched his head in embarrassment, "You can't blame us. Whenever these bastards stop..."

"So you don't have to die?"

"Of course it's impossible, they still have to die. Unless they become corpses, no one can judge..."

Guilliman shuddered, unable to utter any complaints. His head suddenly flew up without even seeing who the stranger behind him was, and blood spurted out from the wounds.

The orc wearing the mask of Cato Sicarius dropped the blood-stained sword on the ground and watched calmly as Guilliman's body gradually turned into an orc.

Taking off the cardboard on the face, a savage face of an orc emerged. He squatted in front of Trazin, and with a slight touch of his face, he transformed into Aurora.

Seeing the continuous changes and reversals, Trazin doubted his life. He even felt that the Aurora in front of him was fake, and that everything just happened was just a play to deceive him.

"Go east, you will be safer. The battlefield here is very chaotic, and you are likely to be shot by enemy agents."

After leaving these words, Aurora stood up and left, and drew a new cardboard for herself to wear.

Trazin's tense and overheated core also cooled down, and she walked numbly in the direction directed by Aurora.

"What is this all about..."