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

"There is an open area ahead. I saw a lot of enemies. There should be a camp somewhere."

"We can create a shock by detonating here, which will loosen the rock mass above the camp and create a bunker for us."

No. 0 squatted on the ground and described to the other grenadiers what was behind the corner 500 meters away.

Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 describing the battle plan and felt confused and confused.

They had been in the tunnel for four hours, and they were going deeper and deeper, so much so that they couldn't even feel the shaking of the earth from the shells.

The deeper you go, the more ambushes and dangers there are.

Along the way, they had encountered dozens of machine guns and flamethrowers that suddenly protruded from the walls, but these things had been warned in advance by No. 0.

Not to mention that they encountered a patrol team armed to the teeth in front of the blast door an hour ago. Those heavy armors that are nailed into the flesh and fixed to the bones are difficult for even a hell gun to penetrate quickly.

But No. 0 still carried the shovel, rushed forward, and struck back with clean bullets. Grenadier 19 was wondering why No. 0 could block the rain of shotgun shells from those guys.

And the movements didn't seem to be fast, but every move was just right, and the ease with which he was able to do so made him want to drop the hell gun and go up with the shovel to fight in close combat.

Those armors that were difficult to find gaps in were pried open one by one with shovels, revealing the twisted flesh inside. These armors had become the new skin of these monsters, and blood flowed after being forcibly peeled off.

That's awesome...if he was truly a Krieg, a guy like him would surely rise to the position of High Marshal.

Grenadier 19 took a deep look at No. 0, "Then let's create an explosion. I still have some grenades on me. Are these enough?"

"That's enough. A too big explosion will bury us all under the rubble."

"Are you transferred from the engineer team? I think you know these things very well?"

No. 0 touched his arm and tilted his head as if thinking, "I have never served in the engineering corps. I just saw that this place can be bombed, and it can't be blown too hard."

Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 describing it to him with his hands, saying strange things like red line and red mist, "I... didn't understand what you meant."

"That's it anyway...I don't know what to say."

Okay... Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 and knew that even if he asked again, this strange guy wouldn't be able to get out any more useful information.

Everyone planted the grenades and took a few steps forward. From behind the corner, there was the sound of mechanical operation.

"We'll probably be spotted as soon as we get close to the corner. Does that thing look like a tank that can run? I'm not sure. I suggest detonating the grenade now."

Grenadier 19 turned around and aimed his hell gun at the pile of grenades stacked not far away. He hoped that what No. 0 said was really reliable and that the explosion in that place could create chaos for them and leave enough behind. The cover is used to cover the body.

The scorching beam illuminated the shell of the grenade, and the laser that hit the detonation structure replaced the work originally performed by human hands.

An explosion occurred, and everyone lowered their heads, using their shoulder armors and helmets to resist the impact of the fragments. Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 unmoved. All the fragments passed by him, even those that bounced off the wall failed to hit him.

prophecy? Or something else weird?

Before Grenadier 19 thought much about this issue, his attention was attracted by an extremely obvious cracking sound.

Right where that grenade went off, a tiny crack originated and continued around the corner as the wall quickly cracked into place in their place.

The wider and wider cracks and louder cracking sounds made the grenadiers temporarily forget their mission of continuing to move forward after the explosion.

"time to go."

No. 0's gentle reminder turned their attention from observing cracks to the task of destroying the enemy in front of them. They rushed out from the corner and finally saw what the so-called camp No. 0 said looked like.

The 50 twisted and ferocious cultists have turned the corruption of Chaos into their blessing. After expanding into larger bodies and sharper bone claws, they have completely lost any human form.

That crazy head was squeezed by flesh and runes, and these things were just a step away from turning into a Chaos Egg.

This place looks more like an excavation site. It may be that a large amount of minerals can be produced from this pit to provide production for the industrial equipment above.

No workers were seen. Apart from the believers, it was a huge mixture of flesh and machinery, shaped like a mantis. A large number of spikes and an iron halo shining with blasphemous light suddenly rose from the welded plate above.

The two huge scythes are full of crushing teeth and grinding wheels. It seems that the guys here used these things to dig and mine this place.

These believers are very confident in the traps they have set up in the tunnels and the heavy patrols guarding the explosion-proof door.

Grenadier 19 can feel the consternation of these twisted monsters.

But it is true... If they were the only ones here, they would at best break through the traps, but facing the patrol, there was no other way. The grenades on them were reserved for trenches and tunnel systems. As for that There is no way to plant a guy armed to the teeth.

"How did these people get here! Destroy them! Don't interfere with the mining volume! Your Majesty will lock our souls into the furnace!"

It seems that these cultists who are about to turn into chaos eggs still have what they fear. Their bodies have reorganized, and a dark gun barrel protrudes from the chest.

Grenadier 19 was still immersed in the charge. He knew that No. 0 said that a bunker would fall from the sky at this position. The shovel flying into the ground was proof of the position.

There was no other hiding space in this open area, so they could only trust No. 0.

The cracks caused by the grenade explosion finally spread to the top of the mine. The strengthened domes were pried open by small cracks along the texture, truly demonstrating the principle of a thousand-mile embankment collapsing in an anthill.

Pieces of rubble fell from the solidified dome and fell to the ground, hitting some pagans who were trying to avoid it and also creating a lot of dust mist.

Grenadier 19 watched helplessly as the cannon on a cultist's chest opened fire on him. The red barrage came in his direction, and he was about to be cut in half.

He chose to trust No. 0's judgment and slid to the edge of the shovel nailed to the ground to stop, waiting for the bunker to fall from the sky, or for him to be beaten into pieces.

There should be no wind here, right?

Grenadier 19 thought so, and he began to yearn to feel the existence of wind on the surface of the earth. Even if he was killed by radiation and poisonous gas, there would be nothing to regret.

A huge stone slab fell in front of him, blocking the incoming artillery fire. He felt the vibrations on the ground and the sound of artillery fire from the side of the bunker shattering the bunker.

Sure enough... what he said was right.

The shovel and the bunker fit closely together, and it looked like the shovel was holding up the bunker to prevent it from falling and flattening Grenadier 19's body.

He poked his head out from the side of the bunker and saw No. 0 sprinting through the hail of bullets. It's still that perfect, no-frills dodge.

The rain of bullets simply wiped away his body, leaving no damage to his coat except for dried blood and soil.

Those cultists also discovered the difficulty of the rushing team, especially the guy at the front.

"Concentrate the fire! Kill that damn flea first!"

The arms of five or six cultists exploded, and two rotary machine guns appeared in those mutated, cyst-like arms. They aimed at No. 0 who was still sprinting, sealed off all surrounding areas and began to suppress the shooting.

"Aren't you very good at hiding? Try hiding again! Hahaha!"

The cultists laughed maniacally, and all the bullets were poured out. This kind of firepower, as they say, leaves no room or room to dodge, just like you can't cross the entire football field that is hit by firepower in an instant.

Although those continuous bullets are not as deadly as the automatic cannons on their chests, the shooting gap of the bullets is smaller, and the sound of the shooting is like the sound of tearing something apart.

Grenadier 19's heart suddenly tightened. He had just completely melted two ugly cultists with the hell gun in his hand. It was too late for him to provide cover fire for No. 0.

What's more, his shovel is still here supporting the bunker, and he can't send all the bullets back like playing table tennis. What will he do? Will he die here?

Faced with the high-density salvo that completely suppressed the surrounding area, No. 0 chose to stop. He took a deep breath and raised both hands in front of him.

The hands were waving so fast that Grenadier 19 saw the afterimages of several hands. Those bullets only penetrated the ground around him, and none of them hit him.

"This is simply..."

As No. 0's hands became faster and more intense, his coat seemed to be unable to support such movements, and the sound of tearing and tearing was faintly heard from the howling shooting.

The cultists poured out their firepower like crazy, but they failed to do anything. The few cultists who tried to kill No. 0 with their arms outstretched seemed unable to sustain such high-intensity shooting.

Their huge bodies quickly deflated.

Generally speaking, just drawing a symbol may be fine. After all, the four gods are very busy and cannot corrode all the pots and pans, but for the empire, it is better to kill them first.