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

Hades Butcher's Hormone...

Ryder still remembers every bit of his time hunting that dangerous sewer monster with Domicilosaurus.

This was the first pot of gold they earned after passing the gang trial, and it was also the beginning of their future becoming the largest gang in Hades.

Ryder looked at the crudely made injection with nostalgia, with a photo of him and Domicilone stuck on it.

"I'm sorry..." He used his remaining hand to insert the injection into the vein of his neck.

Ryder lay there silently waiting for Hades' butcher hormone to take effect.

He felt that his eyes were bloodshot, his vision was red, the pain in his shoulders disappeared, and he felt that his whole body's strength had become much stronger.

Grabbing the big iron rod, Ryder pulled it out expressionlessly, leaving a big wound.

But then the black mucus secreted around the wound filled the gap. Ryder stood up, holding the iron rod that was half his height and rushed towards the four big rock guys.

"Sir?" The soldiers saw Ryder standing up again and watched him use the big iron rod in his hand to press down and beat the other four orcs.

"Stop asking so many questions, go help the political commissar..." Ryder reluctantly spoke. He felt that his throat was beginning to be blocked by the secreted black mucus.

"Wow! What a shrimp! For the sake of listening to the music, please be gentle!"

"Yes, yes! We haven't asked you for tickets yet!"

These orcs spoke Low Gothic, and it was quite standard. Maybe they had also made up a lot of songs in Low Gothic in private.

Thinking of this, Ryder suddenly realized what was going on with the records he could always find on the battlefield that couldn't play any music.

"Return the tickets! Tickets! I'll blow you away! I'll blow you away!"

Ryder angrily chased the rock big guys with his iron rod, beating their mixture of weapons and musical instruments until they were deformed, and smashing their heads in their painful eyes.

What a heavenly sound...

A series of lasers hit Xiangjia's body, making him feel stinging and irritated. He silently adjusted the output frequency of the speaker, then swung his arm and used the stick to repel Alek.

He cut off his crotch and roared at the soldiers, "Waaagh!" The roar supported by the sound behind him was like a sonic weapon. The entire concert hall shook. Those soldiers who faced the sound had their eardrums broken one by one, their eyeballs were bloodshot, and their internal organs were destroyed. The shock caused him nausea, and he fell to the ground vomiting.

The crotch cutter also noticed that the shrimp who had been knocked down by his stick stood up again, and was beating other big rock guys. Two big guys had already had their heads smashed.

"Ah!! You damn shrimp! If you kill them, where can I go to form a band?" Chi Kuojia rushed over, trying to save the other rock big guys.

"Get out of here!" The two big iron rods hit each other, Ryder flew out, and Kickboxer took half a step back. When the two big rock guys saw that they could survive, they quickly pissed themselves off. Ran.

Xiangjia glanced at them disdainfully: "I'll take care of you losers later."

Political Commissar Yarick and Ryder stood together. He looked at the cracked wound on Ryder's body, with black mucus slowly flowing out, but he was not prepared to ask anything.

"Can we still fight?"

"can."

The two people rushed out at the same time and rushed towards Xiangjia.

Another huge wave of sound came. Yarrick and Ryder braved the discomfort and rushed over, attacking at the same time with their power claws and big iron rods, one on the left and one on the right.

Quickly judging the intensity of the attack, he sharpened his crotch and hit Ryder's iron rod hard. He waved the iron rod with one hand to block the lower part of Alec's power claw, without breaking down his position.

The other fist punched Yarick in the chest.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yarick's political commissar breastplate was hit with a crotch-cut iron fist, leaving a dent in the fist mark. His ribs were broken, bone residue was mixed in his lungs, and his internal organs were also damaged in the impact.

Ryder swung the iron rod a second time, but was caught by the crotch-cutting hand.

"Hey hey hey, I'm made of iron, you can't break it." The fists of Xiangjia have been transformed long ago. These metal fists are just covered with a piece of orc skin. The inner parts of them are The structure has long been replaced by pure machinery.

Such a robotic arm allows him to play faster and more powerfully, and also ensures that his fingers will not be chopped into pieces by those sharp electric guitar strings.

He raised the stick high and swung it towards Ryder. A louder sound of bone cracking was heard. Ryder flew high and fell to the ground mixed with the fragments of his armor, spitting blood from his mouth.

Yarrick looked at Ryder, at the trembling veterans who fell to the ground, and at the orc boss standing more than ten meters away.

He forced himself to stand up, and the struggle caused him to vomit out several more mouthfuls of blood mixed with bones and internal organ fragments.

"You shrimp, hey, I am very angry ..." He cut the crotch and held the stick while approaching, and he had to break the heads of these annoying guys.

But he heard some strange rumbling sounds, which he had never heard before, so he raised his head and felt it carefully.

A huge airdrop silo crashed into the concert hall, hitting Qie Kuojia who was standing there thinking. During the impact, he was crushed into a meat pie and stuck to the broken floor.

"This...is this reinforcement?" Yarick asked in a dreamy voice. He saw the imperial army's painting above, but he clearly did not disarm the last air defense position and did not put down the positioning coordinates. How could it happen? ....

The sound of mechanical limbs moving was heard, and a huge figure appeared from the door at the other end, with two orc corpses hanging on the mechanical arms.

They looked like the two big rock guys who had just escaped.

"Sage of Kaos..."

"Thank you for drawing their attention, giving me the opportunity to sabotage their artillery and set up the beacon."

Alex breathed a sigh of relief and walked to Ryder, whose life and death were unknown in the rubble.

Ryder's chest had exploded, and the black mucus was not enough to repair such a wound, but he was still breathing and looked at Commissar Yarick beside him.

"Am...am I a good soldier?"

"Yes, you are."

"Really... I have done many bad things... I want to be a good person... Will the Emperor forgive me..."

Ryder's intermittent voice came, and there was no logic in what he said. He just said whatever came to his mind.

Alex looked at Ryder calmly and answered him seriously: "The Emperor will forgive you."

"Really...."

"The Imperial Commissar never lies."

As if he had received a satisfactory answer, Ryder's struggle to get up stopped. He opened his eyes and looked at the big hole made by the airdrop pod.

"Ahem... Do you want to collect his bones?"

Commissar Yarrick was interrupted from his thoughts by a voice. He turned around and saw a captain wearing Astra Militarum soldier armor and a full-protection helmet standing behind him.

"No...Captain...no one is special..." Political Commissar Yarick rejected the Astra Militarum captain's kindness, reached over and took off Ryder's dog tag, "I won't , and he won’t..."

After touching it carefully, he found the small cloth bag in Ryder's pocket and put it into his arms.

Alex wanted to close Ryder's eyes with his hand, but when he put his hand up, he looked back at the direction Ryder was looking at.

The warm sunlight shining through the hole in the ceiling was something that Alex hadn't seen for a long time...

After thinking for a while, he retracted his hand.

Ryder was left staring at the body of the golden sun with his eyes open...

Rare footage of the battle between the Iron Legion and the Orcs