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

After opening a bottle of wine, a figure in black robes sat on a comfortable sofa. He poured the wine into his mouth and read it carefully while holding a book.

"How to be a manager - Taking Hell Star Demonic Iron Forge Production as an Example"

After reading a few pages, the man in black robe felt like he had a splitting headache. Learning this kind of thing would kill him. He joined the church to live a good life, instead of learning these complicated and scary things fearfully. .

Scratching his back, he felt the bulge on his body under the black robe becoming harder. Since completing the ritual, various sarcomas and small bumps began to grow on his body, even if they were cut off, it would have no effect.

Now it makes it uncomfortable for him to sleep lying down or on his side, so he can only sleep sitting cross-legged wrapped in a quilt.

But this is much better than those workers in the factory area who can only sleep on steel plates.

"Really..."

Sighing again, he wanted to throw away the book in his hand, but he was afraid that he would follow the old path of the previous manager again, delaying production and being thrown into the "factory" for processing by the adults.

Even if he saw that kind of hell scene once, he would suffer from insomnia for almost a month. If he fell into a dream, he would see what the real factory looked like again and again. He finally knew the fate of those sent for processing...

Silently raising his hand, he wanted to salute and pray for those poor people, but he didn't know whether he should salute the double-headed eagle. It seemed that he had already abandoned the emperor.

A new ritual? But they never taught this at all, they just asked themselves to carve the eight-pointed star on their faces deeper.

Thinking of this, he felt that the eight-pointed star began to bleed again. He found a piece of cloth and wiped some black blood.

According to this amount of bleeding, he should have died long ago, but he didn't, and became stronger and stronger, but his mental state was a bit unstable, and he would talk nonsense like a psychotic person from time to time. When he woke up, there was only one person left in front of him. The bloody corpses on the beach.

"May the new gods protect you..."

After muttering something casually, the man in black robe forced himself to look at the book in his hand. Then he heard a knock on the door.

The same man in black robe opened the door, his hands engraved with symbols grasped the doorknob, and he just leaned his upper body in.

"Some kid captured the Imperial Army! And it seems to be Krieg's group!"

"Krieg?"

He put down the book and thought about their exchange, saying that the breach of the bunker complex in the Scrap Steel Plain was caused by the Kriegs wearing gas masks and skull masks.

Before the war, he heard those who went to the ground to purchase goods talking about these Kriegs.

Gloomy, indifferent, and without any fluctuations under the mask, even the small cart in the hands of the purchaser has a more alive flavor than these soldiers in coats.

"How many did he arrest? Corpses? Or alive ones?"

"All of them are alive. There are six of them! Hurry down and take a look!"

This is really surprising. It seems that their propaganda is really effective? great cause? good life?

That's great...but is it really the good life?

His body trembled, and the factory built by adults appeared in front of his eyes again. He would think of those armored giants looking at his trembling body with cold eyepieces.

It was not a look at a person, nor an animal, but more like a look... just like a miner looking at the ore rolling into the furnace on the conveyor belt.

Shocked by his own thoughts, he told himself to stop thinking nonsense and live a good life. There is no turning back for you. Look at your appearance, are you still considered a human being?

Follow the church member closely out of his house. There were people standing on both sides of the street, and in the middle was a cart with six people in military uniforms tied tightly to it.

One person looked very calm, while the remaining five people were struggling desperately.

The cart stopped, and a young man and an old man came over and nodded and bowed to the man in black robe to say hello.

"You were the one who captured these soldiers? How did you do it?"

The young man took a step forward and shouted loudly, "Because this star protects me! So I defeated these lackeys of the emperor!"

The man in black robe looked at the young man with a confident and proud face, and then at the Krieg soldiers who were twisting their bodies even more excitedly. He nodded, tentatively believing what the young man said.

"Very good, very good. You are now eligible to join the church. These soldiers will be good propaganda materials for us! They are the best proof of our victory over the decadent empire! We have achieved great causes and a better life!"

The man in black robe reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, "I will report your achievements to the superiors. Just wait for the good news! Take this and go to the church members who guard the warehouse to apply for a black robe."

The young man took the iron eight-pointed star with a rope on it and put it around his neck.

"Who is speaking?"

"Haha... no one said anything, you just heard the true God's voice of appreciation for you."

"really?"

"Yes, what's your name?"

"My name is Mas, sir."

"Very well Mas, go ahead and remember to ask for an extra piece of cloth to wipe your face with."

After listening to the meaningful words of the man in black robe, Mas felt a stinging sensation on his face. He subconsciously touched his face and found that his hands were covered with black blood.

"This this..."

Seeing Mas' frightened look, the man in black robe just hugged him and whispered something, telling him not to be afraid. There is nothing terrible about this kind of thing. This is proof that the filth in your body is slowly flowing out. It's you. The best symbol of moving towards purity.

"really?"

"Of course it's true. Go quickly and get your black robe. We'll perform a ceremony for you."

"Oh...."

Mas walked away in despair. He covered his face with one hand and held the iron eight-pointed star on his chest with the other hand as he headed towards the warehouse.

The man in black robe saw that everyone was still standing stupidly. He was a little dissatisfied. He took off the barbed whip from his waist and struck it hard on the ground. "What are you looking at! Go to work quickly! Otherwise, your food will be gone." Cut the ration in half!”

No one dared to stand up to them. Everyone lowered their heads and dispersed, returning to their posts to continue working.

"What about you? If you don't get out! I'll beat you to death!"

"Yes! It's my lord! I'm leaving now! I'm leaving now!"

Old John was scared away by the whip and went to find Mars. He didn't want to be hit by this cruel whip that could peel skin and break bones. It would kill him.

"Push these guys in! The adults are going to love these things, and they're always interested in catching live Kriegs."

The men in black robes took over the cart and they pushed it into their house.

"Are these the Kriegs? Those war machines that are not afraid of life and death?"

"It doesn't look weird, it's just that the military uniform is a bit scary."

"What do you think they look like under their masks? Like us?"

The men in black robes were busy discussing, and no one paid much attention to the Krieg soldiers who were trying to break free from the chains.

A man in black robe squatted beside the chain, tutting in wonder.

"This chain must be tied by an expert. I definitely can't tie it so strong."

He walked around and walked in front of these Kriegs and looked at their gas masks carefully. "We often guess that these Kriegs must be ugly underneath. Just like us, they are neither humans nor ghosts." Yes, are you interested in taking a look?"

"I think it's okay, just put it on before handing it over to the adults."

The Krieg lowered his head to prevent these traitors from taking off his gas mask, and his body moved even more.

"Don't move!"

Obviously this made the people in black robes feel unhappy. They punched and kicked the Krieg who was still struggling. They watched as his struggling strength weakened a lot before continuing to squeeze his face.

The gas masks and helmets were removed, and the mysterious Kriegs were finally revealed.

"Oh, look at this pale skin and stubborn little eyes. He is so young, just like a child."

The men in black robes were unhappy that they could not see the ugly appearance. They took off the gas masks of the Kriegs one by one, hoping to find a twisted monster to comfort their mutated bodies.

"Tsk... They all look like this... I... I want to tear off their skin..."

"Forget it! If you tear it off, the adults will lock us in the furnace! Or can your face be used for them? Your face is so rotten."

The man in black robe who was restrained pulled down his black robe to cover his unearthly face. That face had lost all its skin, and all the muscles and bones could be seen.

"Oh! New God! Look at this guy! Woohoo! A beautiful little girl!"

"I didn't expect the Kriegs to have such a beautiful sister, hahaha!"

"Do you still have that thing of yours?"

"Of course! Not only is it there! It's as thick as a forging hammer!"

Grenadier 19 was not angry because the men in black robes had blasphemous fantasies about her. She just looked at their vulgar way of bending their waists indifferently and gritted her teeth.

"Smile! Don't be so cold!"

A man in black robes pinched Grenadier 19's cheek with his bloody hands and smelled the scent of her black hair.

"It really doesn't smell good at all...it also smells like disinfectant."

"Okay, okay, stop playing!" The movements of the men in black robes were stopped, and they turned to look at the man in black robes who was studying in the room.

"Leave them to the adults and don't cause trouble. If you really want to find someone, it's not like you can't use the daughters and wives of the old factory owners."

"Okay, okay..." The other men in black robes waved their hands, they could only find something more interesting.

Putting the gas masks back on the Krieg's faces, they walked out without paying any more attention.

The thick iron chain cannot be opened by these Kriegs.

Plasma weapons are very powerful, but you must be alive to use them.