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

The people in black robes set foot on the road home. The guy holding the dagger in his hand walked at the front, and the rest followed him in twos and threes.

"It's really troublesome to go back and perform rituals for that boy."

"It's no trouble. Give him the dagger and he'll be done with it."

"That's right." A man in black robe ran to the front in a few steps and hugged the man in black robe holding a dagger, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Ever since you talked to that guy with the eight-pointed star, You were so silent."

The black-robed man's hand was thrown away, and he was still a little unhappy. He leaned over and wanted to ask more carefully, "I said you..."

He couldn't go on. He saw more black blood flowing from the eight-pointed star on this guy's face, and his pupils turned pure black, with no white at all.

"I won't ask anymore."

Swallowing, he quickly backed away. He didn't even dare to remind the guy to wipe the black blood on his face.

Everyone noticed something was wrong. The joy of their chat disappeared and was replaced by silence.

When they returned to their place, they found that it was extremely quiet, with almost no one moving.

"Hey! Where are the people? Are they all dead? Come out quickly!"

The man in black robe shouted several times, but found no response. He just saw the two guys named Mas and Old John sitting at the door.

Mas was wearing a black robe. He held the cloth with one hand and covered his face, his face a little dull. Old John next to him looked at him with a worried look on his face, his mouth open and he didn't know what to say.

"Hey! Why are you alone! Where are the people?"

"Ah?" Mas then reacted and stood up slowly, "Some more people came just now, after you left, and they took everyone away."

"Then why are you two still here?"

"I said I was going to do a ceremony, but they ignored me, and Old John also got off the bus."

"Okay, okay, I'll do the ceremony for you." The man in black robe waved his hand impatiently, "You've really caught up with the good times, you know? A good life is about to come true."

"Oh." Maas still looked dumbfounded, and it seemed that he no longer had the spirit and cleverness to capture the Kriegs.

"Let's go into the room." The man in black robe holding the dagger in his hand spoke. His voice became so strange that other men in black robe who had been with him for a long time did not recognize that it was his voice. .

Mas and Old John were pushed into the room. They watched the man in black robe holding the dagger turn around and pointed with his hand, "Catch him."

"What?" Old John was caught by the man in black robe. He was locked in movement by these monsters and could not move at all.

Mas felt scared. He suddenly felt that joining the religion and having enough food was not a big deal. He just wanted to escape from this place that frightened him.

As soon as he turned around, he was noticed by another man in black robe. His big hand held Mas and controlled him to walk in front of old John who was tied to the pillar.

"What are you going to do! What are you going to do! Emperor, help me!"

Old John struggled in fear, his arms were tied with wires, blood was flowing from the stretched flesh, and his palms were firmly nailed.

The painful howl made Mas's body tremble, "I...I don't want to join the religion anymore, let Old John go."

"You have no choice."

The man in black robe holding the dagger walked up to Mas. He opened Mas's clenched fist very hard, "Next, you will become one of us."

The dagger was thrust into Mas's hand, and he felt that the iron eight-pointed star hanging around his neck was extremely hot. The flesh on his neck was burned, and the eight-pointed star seemed to be alive and approaching the depths of his body. .

More and more black blood poured out of his face, and Mas had to close his eyes. His vision was obscured by the black blood.

"kill him."

An order came, and Mas felt his body being squeezed loosen. He opened his eyes, letting the black blood flow into them.

Old John was right in front of him, and he begged Mas, "Don't be such a kid... Please, do you remember me? I am Old John. I didn't share your food with you when you were little. You would have starved to death a long time ago, please show mercy..."

"To shut up..."

The whip was whipped out suddenly and hit Old John's knee. The bones were shattered and the sound of Old John wailing could be heard. He was crying with tears and snot running down his face, his head hanging down.

Kill Tamas. Kill him and your soul will be cleansed of sins and you will stand with the true God.

Mas listened to the words in his mind, and some unclear things were swirling in front of his eyes. He walked forward step by step, raising the dagger towards Old John.

He looked at Old John crying in pain, looked at the wounds on his body, and roared in pain.

The dagger was thrown to the ground, and Mas knelt on the ground, "I can't do it, I can't do it..."

His mind became even more confused. He could hear the true God's dissatisfaction and blame for his cowardice, and heard the voice of Old John in his past memory saving himself from starving to death.

Holding his chest in pain, Mas was trembling. He closed his eyes tightly, and the flesh and blood on his body was bubbling like it was boiling. The black robe could not cover Mas' mutated and swollen figure at all.

A huge meat ball with limbs exploded out from under the black robe. For Old John, this thing was like a nightmare he would never have come true.

Old John didn't even care about crying. He just talked nonsense and called Mas's name from time to time.

The other men in black robes sighed, "This kid is still too soft-hearted and has turned into a pet. It's true."

The mutated Mas did not respond, just opened his mouth and drooled.

The man in black robe picked up the dagger again, "What a pity..."

"Hey, at least we can see each other. We can achieve great things and see a beautiful life. It's great! We have done so many unscrupulous things just for this day."

"Good life? Hahaha..."

"Why are you laughing? Why do you look like this? You..."

With a bang, the man in black robe who was just thinking about the future was stabbed by the man in black robe holding a dagger. He felt his flesh and blood being swallowed up by the dagger. He stared at the man in black robe holding the dagger. People's eyes are full of disbelief.

"You...what are you going to do..."

The rest of the men in black robes jumped a few steps away. Ever since they sent the Kriegs back, they had been feeling that something was wrong with this guy.

"Are you crazy? Do you think you can beat us alone?"

The man in black robe holding the dagger didn't pay much attention to the anger of his other companions. He just inserted the dagger into his forehead, looked at them with his pure black eyes and said the last words.

"For...the Dark Gods."

This sentence was like a magic spell. All the men in black robes knelt on the ground. They were shaking and holding their heads, as if they were fighting and communicating with something.

"This is really unbearable, you disgusting heretics."

A strange voice that did not belong to them came. The man in black robe with a dagger on his forehead immediately turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. It was an empty space with nothing.

"Here! Heretic!"

The wall was suddenly penetrated, and a hooded inquisitor and a psyker holding an Imperial Eagle Staff appeared in front of the man in black robes.

"what!"

All the men in black robes rushed forward. Their black robes were pierced by the mutated flesh and blood, and they stuck to each other and twisted, as if several basins of sewage were thrown together and mixed together.

The Inquisitor made no movement, but the psyker beside him lightly tapped the scepter. The invisible wave spread with him as the center of the circle, hitting the adhering flesh and blood.

"It's disgusting."

The psyker felt angry when he looked at the flesh and blood on the ground that was still twisting and trying to regroup. He curled his lips and shot out a bolt of lightning, hitting all the squirming flesh and blood in the field.

The squeaking sound and smell replaced the original smell of blood in the house. The charred flesh and blood were so dead that they could no longer die.

After crushing the largest piece of black carbon with one foot, Judge Omar looked at the drooling meatball and the crazy old man.

"The embryonic Chaos Egg. It seems that the ritual they used to pollute human nature failed."

He raised his hand and raised the bolt gun to smash the drooling meat ball, which was considered a relief for this guy.

"Can you still hear me? Huh?"

The old man ignored Judge Omar, just shook his head and said crazy things, shouting Mas's name over and over again.

"Well, may the Emperor have mercy on you."

Old John's head was also blown open, and his body finally stopped shaking.

Inquisitor Omar and psyker Rust walked out of the room full of blasphemous symbols and auras, and threw a fire bomb to clear the scene.

"What's next? Keep following the Saint until we find the leader of the traitors?"

"That's right, Rust, the saint can actually convince these brainless Kriegs to act with him, tsk tsk tsk."

Judge Omar shook his head, who could believe such a thing?

If you stood in front of the Kriegs and said that one of their grenadiers was captured alive, they would have to rush up and fight you.

"That's awesome, let's go. Keep following the saint, maybe we can help him. This rebellion may not have much to do with the church. I have to withdraw my suspicion of the archbishop."

"No, Judge Omar, your intuition is correct."

"how?"

Seeing Rust's suddenly serious face, Judge Omar also became serious, "Something happened over there in the church."

"Yes, something happened in the church, and it was a big deal. One of my books was burned. This was probably done by Tarot. He knew that I valued those ancient books. He must have wanted to remind me of the Inquisition. Something happened in the lobby.”

"Oh... If there is a problem in the rear at this time, the front line will collapse."

"Yes, sir, should we follow the saint or solve the church's problem? I still have a teleportation coordinate, so we can still go back."

Judge Omar sighed, "I believe that the saint will complete his mission. We also have our responsibilities and cannot rely on the saint for everything."

"I understand."

Rasta held the eagle staff with both hands and slammed the ground. The violent psychic power was aroused and quickly weaved into a pale entrance. When the two of them entered, the old factory area fell into a deathly silence.

The Silent King did consider leaving humans as (biomass material? slaves?) something like that