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

No. 0 touched the door that was welded shut by an iron plate with his hand, and carefully felt the movement inside.

The rest of the grenadiers followed him. Grenadier 19 asked what might be behind the door.

"...At least I don't feel like there's an enemy."

"That's enough."

It was not difficult for the monomolecule shovel to cut into these welded plates that were similar to scrap steel bars, and everyone quickly dismantled all the steel bars.

"This door is very rusty..."

A creaking sound echoed throughout the entire area. The sound of these metals scraping against each other made Grenadier 19 feel uncomfortable all over.

The door opened, and a figure in the distance pointed at their location with a flashlight, "Who are you? That door is not allowed to be opened!"

Grenadier 19 quickly raised the hell gun in his hand, preparing to fire to kill the shadow in the distance, and then the muzzle of the gun he raised was pressed down by No. 0.

"There is no red line on him, he is not an enemy."

"Ok."

The grenadier raised his gun and placed his fingers on the side of the gun body to prevent the gun from misfiring and to ensure that they could quickly pull the trigger.

"We are the Imperial Army."

The figure who heard No. 0's voice looked a little surprised. He cautiously approached slowly with the flashlight in his hand, "Are you the Imperial Army? Really?"

"See this? Two-headed eagle."

"Oh, here is the throne! You are finally here!"

After the figure got closer, everyone found that it was a thin old man who was dirty and dirty. His hair had been shaved and he had a gray beard. One eye might have been blind and he looked lifeless.

The old man saw the double-headed eagles on these people's helmets. Although there were some scratches and damage, they were obviously different from the ones that had been modified with daggers and paint.

No. 0 signaled the old man to calm down first so that they could understand what this place was.

"We have been operating in this underground area for a long time. What is this place?"

"This is the old artillery factory, and this is the workers' residential area. That gate was originally used to connect other factory areas."

"Then why is it sealed?"

"Ever since those nagging guys came, they felt that this would allow many people to escape secretly, so they simply sealed all the small doors except the main road."

The old man babbled to them about those chattering guys, each of which was weirder and crueler than the last. They had eight-pointed stars carved out with knives on their faces or chests.

Grenadier 19 wanted to raise his gun and shoot the old man in front of him, "According to Krieger's rules of engagement, we should kill him."

"Why? He didn't betray the empire."

"But he did not resist. The military and civilians who did not fully resist the invasion will be treated as enemies."

"What nonsense is this? As long as I'm still here, you can't do this."

Seeing the soldiers in black coats arguing in front of him, the old man also heard that they were going to execute him and all those who did not resist resolutely, and he felt scared.

Grenadier 19 felt that No. 0 was deliberately favoring these "traitors", and he felt angry.

When he wanted to take action, he felt that he was already lying on the ground. He stared at the ceiling, completely unaware of how he was knocked down.

The other grenadiers were obviously more inclined to Krieger's military regulations. They watched Grenadier 19 being brought down to the ground, and they also pulled out their engineer shovels and rushed towards No. 0 one by one.

They heard Number 0 sigh, and before the shovel could hit him, they hooked their legs with their feet and put their palms against their chests.

With a push and a retraction, the grenadiers were knocked to the ground one by one. They turned over and tried to rush up again, but they were knocked to the ground again and again by No. 0.

The old man stared blankly at No. 0 crushing the other grenadiers, and swallowed. At least in this way, his life could be saved, and so could the lives of those guys.

"Are you still going?"

No. 0 was confused as he watched the grenadiers dying one by one, insisting that one person die here.

How about everyone living well? Why do you have to do things so absolutely?

This time, facing the grenadiers who rushed towards them, No. 0 did not choose to knock them down, but chose to knock them out one by one.

The grenadiers fell to the ground, and the old man looked at them thinking they were dead.

"....What should we do next? Do you have many enemies?"

The old man was stunned for a while before he understood what No. 0 was asking, "Well... to be honest, there are not many people wearing black robes, but there are a lot of informants. Since those nagging guys came to power, life down there has become even more complicated. It’s hard.”

"Do you think our equipment will be exposed if we go in?"

"Hey, what you're saying is that none of the people below have the equipment you have."

Just when No. 0 was about to ask something else, he felt a red outline approaching their position in the corridor where the old man came from.

"What on earth are you doing? The patrol time is so long! I think you want to be singled out for processing."

As soon as the man turned the corner to see if the old man was resting in the corridor again, he was grabbed by No. 0 and dragged into the shadows.

"If you choose to call for help, I will break your neck."

"No no no!"

The person whose mouth was covered and choked by No. 0 nodded desperately, his eyes full of fear and fear.

This man's clothes were slightly better than the old man's, but that's all. It was nothing more than clothes sewn from one rag instead of two rags.

He looked about 20 years old, with a scar similar to an eight-pointed star carved on his face. Judging from the healing situation, the eight-pointed star was carved not long ago.

No. 0 looked at the eight-pointed star in trance, and he felt like he remembered something.

The old man came over and carefully tugged at the corner of No. 0's coat, "I know this man. I watched him grow up. He is not a bad person. Really, I swear to the emperor, he just has no manners."

No. 0 let go of his hand, and the man who fell to the ground got air and wanted to breathe again, but realized that there was a scary guy in front of him, and quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from making too much noise.

"Are you in a group? Patrolling this area? For what?"

The old man patted the man on the back to calm him down, and then looked up at No. 0, "Recently it was said that the empire's army was going to attack them. It was said that the defense line above had been penetrated or something. They were afraid. Some troops came through the complex underground facilities behind them, and they pulled a team of people to patrol around."

"But it looks like you're happy about the arrival of Imperial troops..."

"Isn't it..." The man with the eight-pointed star on his face finally calmed down. He sat on the ground leaning against the wall, raising his head and complaining about his bad life.

"Those blabbering guys talk about the great cause and the good life all day long! But except for the withholding of food supplies every day, I don't see anything. They will also kidnap a group of people from time to time for 'processing.'"

"What is processing?"

"I don't know about that... No one knows what they are going to do. We just repeat the same job every day and get beaten up by those guys in black robes. If we resist even a little bit, we will be eaten by their pets. That thing is really too big It’s scary.”

Old John also intervened, "Those people said that working for the emperor is not worth it at all. You work so long every day and you get nothing."

"It was indeed like this at the beginning. They said they wanted to break away from the protection of the emperor and find a free and happy life. At that time, many people believed it. Of course, I was referring to the good life part. Everyone still believed in the emperor. .”

Old John was thinking about his words. He saw a grenadier's finger move. He was really afraid that these people would blow his head off.

"But what they did later was worse than those old foremen!"

The man complained, the anger of being deceived appeared on his face, "They don't know how to manage, maintain or make plans at all. They let us do this and that every day. Many machines have stopped!"

"It's true..." Old John nodded again and again, "They seem to be able to interrupt anyone, and their orders are very contradictory."

"But then it seemed that the higher-ups were alerted. The so-called lord was an armored giant. My God, I have never seen such a big person in my life. Even in mining clothes, I am not as big as him."

"The giant was very angry and took the guy in black robe away for processing. He also picked out some new people, gave them a management book and left."

No. 0 looked at the man's complaint, squatted down, and touched the eight-pointed star on his face with his hand, "Do you know what's on your face?"

"To be honest, I don't know. No one down here has ever seen this thing."

"...This thing is bad, very bad, you shouldn't carve it."

The man looked at No. 0 and shook his head indifferently, "Hey... everyone also vaguely knows that there is something wrong with these things. Those guys in black robes are covered in these things... and their pets... but... To be honest, I really can’t live anymore... If I didn’t do this, I would have starved to death.”

After saying that, the man made a hawk salute, which looked unstandardized and a little timid. He was also aware of this problem, and then performed a standard Eagle Ceremony again.

"Hey, you're used to it. If you salute the emperor too standard, you'll be reported."

No. 0 looked at the young man and the old man and asked their names.

"What's your name?"

"My name is John, people here call me Old John, and this kid is Mas."

"I'm thinking about this question... What would it be like if you could capture imperial soldiers?"

Old John and Maas looked at each other, and then said in unison, "They should take you away, take you for processing, and then give us an initiation ceremony."

"Initiation ceremony?"

"That's right, carving a star will do nothing. At most, it will shut up the informants about your behavior. If you really want to join them, you will have to complete the initiation ceremony. From then on, you can walk around in black robes. "

"Haha." No. 0 laughed, "Now, you can capture us."

Old John and Maas looked at each other and leaned close to No. 0 to listen to him talk about his next plan.

This is Geller's position, one that protects us from the hostility of the Warp. Is he safe? absolute. I see.