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

Colonel Hans still looked as indifferent as a dead man, and did not feel emotionally flustered by the Archbishop's anger.

He silently accepted the report submitted by the communications soldier and began to report to the bishop and the communications officer of the Tribunal about the price they had paid to stop the strange thing.

“这里是我克里格141团第1连、2连、3连、4连，克里格991装甲团第1连坦克连队，克里格第810连、1919连攻城炮兵连队。”

"There are a total of remaining soldiers, 16 tanks, one super-heavy tank, six ground-shaking cannons, and three Medusa siege cannons."

"The base of the ammunition dumped can support two days of medium-intensity positional warfare or ammunition that can advance 500 kilometers at a time. We poured it all out within 2 hours, and the hit rate on the target was 95%."

"There were zero fatalities and 6800 minor injuries. 6000 bayonets, 3000 guns, and 3 Leman Russ tanks were destroyed."

Colonel Hans finished everything in silence. He put the form in his hand on the table and silently looked at the wonderful and indescribable faces of the Archbishop and the Communications Officer.

"...So, he was not dispelled? He was not sent to hell by the divine cannon and the Emperor's wrath?"

"He was unharmed."

The archbishop's face displayed on the screen was even more ugly. He stared at Colonel Hans's mask with his eyes under his withered face.

"I'll send someone there."

The communication was disconnected, and Colonel Hans turned his head to look at the Inquisition communications officer.

The communications officer silently stopped communicating with Colonel Hans. After a while, the communication was reconnected. However, the person talking to Colonel Hans at this time was not the communications officer. Instead, he completely covered his face in his pocket. The Inquisitor in the Hat.

"You have no casualties?"

"No."

"Where's that thing?"

"Right behind me, he was sleeping."

"I understand."

There was not much communication, and the Inquisitor hung up the communication, but Colonel Hans knew that people from the Inquisition and the National Church would soon be here to fight against this sleeping evil.

After silently performing an aquila salute, Colonel Hans sat back in his chair and began to issue orders to his men.

Fifteen minutes later, two huge aircraft pierced the sky and landed on the newly repaired apron.

The two teams quickly deployed to the ground from the aircraft's opened hatch.

The State Church sent a large number of priests, and the Crusaders also had a team of battle nuns. They quickly formed around the apron to guard against possible threats.

Crusaders (Crusader)

A bishop stepped off the aircraft with a solemn face, holding in his hand the golden scepter of the Holy Word that represented the Holy Emperor, and the rose beads on his body exuded a faint light.

The troops sent by the Tribunal were even more mixed. These troops representing the Inquisition include an Ogryn, a mercenary with the Catachan mark, a fighter servitor who has undergone extensive body modifications, and a psyker holding an Imperial Eagle Staff. The rest are Some stormtroopers with acceptable equipment.

It seemed that the troops of the Inquisition were weaker and less impressive, but the psyker wearing a protective mark and a psychic suppressor uniform, with suppressing crystals and exposed circuits inserted into the back of his head, and subcutaneous implants made the people of the Ecclesiarchy nervous. .

Some of the Battle Sisters looked down upon the Inquisition's troops. They hated the damned psyker and were equally hostile to the mysterious Inquisitor.

The hooded inquisitor finally appeared. He looked at the bishop of the state church, nodded, and then moved towards the fortifications built by the 141st Krieg Regiment and the rest of the troops.

The bishop and his troops were arrogant. These shining guys were so out of place among the gray and silent Krieg soldiers.

The Crusaders who followed them were armed with swords and shields, and their bodies were covered with scriptures and prayers. The priests shook the sacred incense burners in their hands, spreading the Emperor's gifts on the battlefield.

The soldiers did not kneel down to their team, but stood upright one by one, carrying the firearms on their backs, and performed the most standard Sky Eagle salute.

Not even the Inquisitor could find fault with the actions of these loyal soldiers.

The bishop seemed to be taking advantage of this, nodding to the soldiers with a gentle smile.

The mercenary who was suspected to be from Catachan cursed softly. Only the inquisitor in front of him could hear what this Catachan guy was cursing.

"Did you really think it was you who was worshiping me?"

The face under the hood of the Inquisitor smiled softly, and then warned the Catachan mercenaries not to say so.

"Quiet, Tarot, you will be captured and burned to death later. I can't save you."

"Yes, sir, I will be burned to death later, and I may still be able to be eaten by these wooden heads."

"Huh? Is dinner ready? Benben wants to eat."

"Uh-huh, didn't you just eat once on the ship? Why are you hungry again? The Catachan demons are not as greedy as you!"

"...Bengben is hungry..."

The Inquisitor ignored the conversation between Tarot and Ogryn named Benben. He just watched silently as the Krieg soldiers renovated the site and the engineering vehicles that buried the craters.

It's amazing...Looking at the concentration of shell craters and bullet craters, there should be only one enemy, and considering the various metal debris on the ground, as well as the construction direction of all heavy weapons and positions, they have already surrounded this place. stuff and take good precautions.

demon?

No, not even a demon can sustain for long under such firepower, and this land has no smell of blasphemy and pollution, and it cannot be the horror of those subspaces.

What could that be? Alien? Alpha level psyker? Like Rast?

The inquisitor's mind immediately reverberated with Rust's psychic energy, "Sir, there are no psychic fluctuations here."

Well... in this case, we can only have a face-to-face conversation with that thing.

Everyone walked to the door of the bunker. It seemed that Colonel Hans had been waiting for their arrival for a long time. The blast-proof door had also been dismantled, and only bursts of snoring could be heard from inside.

The bishop frowned, "That thing?"

"He's sleeping, my advice is don't waste bullets."

"I don't need you to remind me what to do, loyal soldier."

"Yes, my lord."

The bishop walked into the bunker and saw the demon sleeping on his back. He also saw the double-headed eagle icon around his neck, stained with scarlet blood.

Gritting his teeth in anger until they rattled, such blasphemy and humiliation were unacceptable to the bishop. He ordered the Crusaders to hold the sharp blade strengthened by faith and cut the demon who despised the state religion into pieces.

With expressions of fanaticism and piety on their faces, these crusaders crossed over the bishop and slashed at the sleeping demon body with their sharp blades.

The sound of shattering came.

It seems that their faith is not as strong as they thought.

The Inquisitor stood in the corner and watched the attack of the Ecclesiastical Forces, letting Rust carefully observe the "thing" that had no sober intentions.

An Ecclesiastical Priest: Beliefs in the Emperor are so fanatical that sometimes you can't even tell what they believe in.