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

"How's it going? Did you get the answer?"

The voice of No. 0 came again, and the grenadiers realized that they had returned to the cart from the sacred throne.

"...I never thought it would be like this..."

The grenadier who was arguing with No. 0 covered his face. He didn't know how to face No. 0 and this special feeling in his heart.

"So will you still choose death as atonement?"

"No...I have a new goal. I want to survive. It is an ideal worth fighting for."

"very good."

No. 0 nodded, knowing that the double-headed eagle icon must be used for something.

Grenadier 19 held a small golden flower in his hand. It looked so out of place in the black coat and the dark room.

"The Emperor...gave me a flower."

The grenadiers turned around and looked at the golden flower in Grenadier 19's hand. They just looked at it quietly without saying any more words.

"This flower must be useful, just like the double-headed eagle statue I hung. You must protect it."

"Well, I will."

Grenadier 19 put the golden flower into the lining of her coat, where her heart was. Unless she died, she would never let such a treasure be lost.

No. 0 turned his head and looked around. He realized that the men in black robes were back again. He quickly asked them to lie down and tied them to himself with iron chains again.

Just as No. 0 finished all this and was lying on the cart, he saw the closed door open again.

The group of men in black robes walked in and pushed the cart away. Looking at the Krieg who gave up the struggle, the man in black robe also laughed sadly.

"Jie Jie Jie, that's it. Less struggle, less resistance. Everyone can finish their work early and send you to the car. We have other things to do."

"Is this an initiation ceremony?" No. 0 asked.

"Shut up!" The man in black robe was dissatisfied and slapped No. 0. He felt a little pain in his hand from the slap.

It must have been too hard, he thought.

"Don't interrupt when I'm talking! Got it!"

"..." No. 0 said nothing, just looked at him silently.

This only made the man in black robe even more angry. He bared his teeth and claws to crush No. 0 into pieces.

A big hand suddenly swelled out from under the robe and grabbed No. 0, who was tied up in chains, "You didn't reply to me? Why didn't you reply to me!"

"It's not that you said no..."

"Shut up!"

No. 0 rolled his eyes. It seemed that the mental state of the guy who caught him was really abnormal.

The man in black robes was trembling, and he spoke nonsense words that sounded like memories of the past.

"How can you bully people like this...How can you do this! I obviously did nothing wrong! You are going to humiliate me like this! And you also bully my mother!"

The hand squeezed even tighter, and the chains on No. 0 were squeezed and began to rattle. No. 0 also showed a decent expression of pain, but he always paid attention to the man in black robe. face.

The facial features of the face with the eight-pointed star were blurred, as if they were stuck together. The places where the eyes were originally were deeply sunken, and they were as dark as two caves.

His mouth was covered by a layer of skin that was moving as he spoke, making it look like the skin was covering his mouth.

"That's enough! That's enough! You don't want to die, sir!"

Another man in black robe rushed over and chopped off his huge arm. The man in black robe felt no pain or annoyance. Still standing there telling stories about being bullied in the past.

"The law enforcers are here and you bully me...the law enforcers are gone and you still bully me...aren't the law enforcers here in vain?"

"Okay, if you still have any grievances, you can go back and express them later. We will leave the foreman and law enforcer to you. You will be caught by the adults and thrown into the factory."

"Oh..." The man in black robe stopped talking. He lowered his head and walked a few steps, picked up the broken arm on the ground and put it back to himself.

As the cart was pushed farther and farther, No. 0 heard the noisy crowd, not the sound of voices, but the rustle of feet dragging on the ground.

Many people had their hands tied and followed the team slowly forward. At the end of them was a huge cargo truck. This cabin used to hold minerals was equipped with many partitions, so that people could stack them layer by layer. If you go up there, you won't let them crush the people below to death.

Some armed men whose arms were completely integrated with heavy logging guns were guarding both sides of the crowd. There was a pile of corpses in front of them. It seemed that they were all killed trying to escape.

There were also some people who were hung on pillars with nails driven all over their bodies, but these people were still alive and groaning on both sides of the road.

The crowd glanced numbly at the wailing poor people, then lowered their heads unbearably, and then walked towards the loading truck.

From the loudspeaker came the voice of people urging the crowd to move forward quickly, which sounded particularly impatient and irritable.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Anyone who is a step too late will be treated as an imperial bastard!"

Grenadier 19 clenched her fists as she watched these traitors show off their power, and then she felt her hand being pulled by No. 0. She turned her head and looked at No. 0's eyepiece, but No. 0 just shook her head and told her not to be impulsive.

They saw the men in black robes who were escorting them running over and talking to a superior officer who was wearing a black robe, but with an eight-pointed star shining with blasphemous light smeared with blood on the black robe.

The men in black robes who showed off their power in front of the workers nodded and bowed under this superior officer, and pointed at the tied grenadiers from time to time.

"Very good..." The guy wearing a black robe with an eight-pointed star walked over. Nothing could be seen under the shadow of the robe. This unnatural darkness went against common sense.

"Kriegs... Your Majesty wants these guys... You've done a great job..."

"Thank you, sir. We will definitely continue to work hard for our great cause."

"That's right...you will work hard for...the great cause..."

The man in black robe felt that the bulge on his back began to jump again. If possible, he really didn't want to meet this weird guy in front of him.

The eight-pointed star shining with blasphemous light seemed to be able to speak. As long as the man in black robe glanced over, he would hear noisy voices in his mind.

But he could never hear clearly what was being said. The people above said it was gospel, but he didn't quite understand.

"Let's hold a ceremony for the meritorious ones..."

A dagger stuck out from the shadow of the black robe. The man in black robe quickly caught it and said yes again and again.

The Kriegs on the cart were escorted away individually. They were put into the iron cage on the back by the giant and carried on his back. Each of those giants is huge, and they wear a black metal mask, and one arm is completely mixed with a lifting pincer.

The other arm is a nail gun that can shoot heavy nails. These weapons may not be a threat to heavy armor, but they are simply killing machines for suppressing workers who have no weapons.

Those heavy nails can penetrate the bodies of dozens of people at once, and can also nail the unlucky ones among them to the wall.

The man in black robe has seen the suppression of these giants. At that time, workers rioted because of the extension of working hours and the continuous reduction of food rations. They held pickaxes in their hands and killed many men in black robes just to get a bite of food.

and then?

Then they were all penetrated by these giants, and finally the heads of all the resisters were crushed with lifting pliers, etching their terror into the hearts of every worker.

From then on, there was no large-scale resistance, and the men in black robes also cultivated their eyes among the crowd so that they could keep an eye on these dissatisfied people.

After all, there will always be some hungry people who choose to sell their souls. Pain and self-blame are things for later, but the burning stomach is now the problem.

No one wants to be hungry for once, not even the man in black robes. The last time food was scarce, he was so hungry that he could even take a few bites of a corpse lying on the road.

It will make you feel a little nauseous the first time, but you'll get used to it.

The man in black robe shook his head, watching the Kriegs being sent away, looking at the dagger in his hand, and found that the situation today was a little different.

"Sir? Why do we need to transport so many 'products' for processing today?"

The man in black robe with eight-pointed star may have caught the life that the adults wanted. The Krieg was in a good mood, and the hoarse, unpleasant sound like rust scraping against each other also became lighter.

"Eventually the factory will be finished, these are the last batches of materials, and then we can live a good life."

"Really? That would be wonderful."

The man in black robe smiled, but reluctantly. He smiled because a better life was about to come true, and reluctantly because when he mentioned the factory, he thought of that hell-like scene again.

"Then how much material is there?"

"Many, many...many, many..."

The man in black robe could not get a clear number. He could only choose to judge how many people were here through the crowds coming from various roads.

Several loading trucks left, and new loading trucks filled the vacancies.

The more the man in black robe looked at him, the more something was wrong. In the past, most of the people in the crowd were only adult women, but now it is difficult to see who has the most people in the team.

Men and women, old and young, he could even see some thin children joining the team, something he had never seen before.

The man in black robe suddenly felt chilled all over. He seemed to understand that this last collection was not as simple as he thought. This time the collection seemed to be to drain all the workers.

He gasped in fear. He seemed to hear the sound of ridicule, and his eyes once again turned into the hell factory that gave him nightmares.

Feeling the pain of being clenched by his hands, he looked at the shadowy face of the eight-pointed star in black robe staring at him.

He felt panic, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "For the sake of beauty..." After swallowing, he felt the hands on his shoulders getting tighter, and he quickly changed his words.

"For a great cause."

"No, for the Dark Gods."

He was about to say his first word.