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

A few hours ago, it was in the civilian low-cost restaurant on the middle level of the Memeril Hive.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, how much do you want to eat! You must eat me up!"

Tarot was picking up a piece of dried meat with the knife in his hand, dipping some of the soup on the plate into his mouth and chewing it. In front of him was Oglin Benben, who was engrossed in eating.

"Benben still wants to eat."

"Okay, okay, don't eat it. If you keep eating like this, you'll eat me!"

"Oh."

Benben held up the basin and licked the remaining things with his tongue. Tarot curled his lips when he saw Benben licking the bowl, and called the shop owner over.

"Hey! Honey! It's time to pay."

A woman with pigtails came out of the back kitchen and walked briskly on the floor to Tarot and Cunben's table.

"Who is your dear? I never promised you."

Looking at the pretty woman who covered half of her face with a menu board, Tarot scratched her hair and said, "As long as Catachan people are convinced, they will not give up. Of course, I will give up if you get married."

"Pfft." The woman buried her head on the menu board, then tilted her head slightly and looked at the Tarot with one of her eyes.

Oh, these beautiful eyes. Every time Tarot saw her green eyes, he would think of his hometown, the moist and green woods.

The energetic blink of an eye combined with the girl's cute movements made Tarot fall deeply in love and unable to extricate himself. Just like every Catachan has his own steel sword, Catachan's love is equally loyal.

The experience of conquering the jungle gave them an indomitable temperament, and they would never give up on that beautiful flower as long as they were still alive.

Taking down the menu board, the woman picked up a pen and wrote on it, "Thank you so much for bringing Benben here to dine so often. Otherwise, I don't know how to survive. Life in the hive city is even more difficult now." Do you know? Mrs. Lovell's family has already started working in the steel forge and the food synthesis factory. How respectable their family was before the war. They donated 10 throne coins to the church every week for prayer."

The woman looked at Tarot staring at her blankly, not listening to her words at all.

He puffed up his cheeks angrily and pinched Tarot's ears.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

"Huh? Oh, what did you just say."

"Really, you are always like this! You never listen to me well."

Seeing the woman's angry look, Tarot felt that her eyes were so beautiful and her voice was so beautiful.

"Rena, you are so beautiful."

This kind of straightforward praise combined with Tarot's serious look had a very strong effect on the woman named Reina.

Reina blushed shyly, then pretended that nothing happened, slapped the checkout form on the table, "I won't be deceived by your fancy words."

"No, dear, Catachans never lie. We always tell the truth."

Tarot laughed loudly and flexed his muscles. It could be seen that Rena was even more shy because of his actions.

"Come on, why are you always so idle?"

Rena pushed Tarot's chest, trying to drive him out of her restaurant, but it was obvious that she couldn't let such a muscular man waver even half a step.

"So will you marry me? Really, I mean it."

"Come on! Benben! Take him away and I'll give you a bowl of potato soup to drink."

"Row."

Benben was successfully persuaded by the potato soup. He wiped his mouth with his arm, then picked up the huge tearing gun beside him, pinched Tarot's waist with his big hands and put it on his shoulders.

"Stupid! I pay for all your meals! You can't do this!"

"I want potato soup."

Tarot wanted to break free from Benben's big hand, but he couldn't move at all, even if the muscles on his body were bulging with veins, Benben's strength was too great.

"Here, here's the potato soup."

"Thank you...thank you...uh"

Benben took the potato soup and drank it in one gulp. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't remember. He could only scratch his chin with his fingers and look up at the light bulb to think.

"Call sister-in-law." Tarot shouted, and then Benben remembered what to call.

"sister in law."

Reina looked at Tarot and Benben and smiled and could hardly stand. She leaned on the table and watched Benben and Tarot walk out of the door step by step.

"It's really...I was almost done. It's all your fault."

"What's wrong?"

"Ah...throne, that iron skull is smarter than you."

Tarot helplessly hit his head on Benben's shoulder, which did nothing but make his forehead turn red. He could have knocked over a bison with his headbutt, but there was nothing he could do about Benben.

Sighing, he looked up at Rena standing at the door of the restaurant and waved to him, "I'll wait for you!"

Oh, my beautiful and lovely Rena! It's great that she is willing to accept me. After I finish working with Judge Omar, I will stop being a mercenary. I have earned enough throne coins.

Tarot smiled happily. Although it didn't look good on his war-torn and ferocious face, it could be seen that he was really happy.

huh~

An unusual sound came from the street, and Tarot frowned. This sound was too familiar to him. Even if he blocked his ears with his hands, he could still hear the sound of flying rockets.

"No...wait! Rena, hide!"

Tarot could tell that the sound of the rocket was getting closer and closer. Just like all veterans, those who have lived long enough on the battlefield can judge whether their position will be affected by the sound of the shells piercing the sky. Last shell.

This can also be judged based on this experience for rockets.

But Rena didn't understand what Tarot meant. She was just a commoner, a person who lived in a mid-level hive running a small restaurant left by her parents. If Tarot hadn't brought Benben over to spend money, Reina's restaurant might not even be able to survive now.

A rocket hit Rena's restaurant, turning the family-owned shop into a burning ruin.

Rena didn't even have time to exclaim before she was crushed under the rubble. Tarot's eyes were filled with tears and he patted Cunben's shoulder hard.

"Put me down! Your sister-in-law was beaten!"

"what?"

Only then did Benben react. He looked back at the restaurant that brought him happiness, looked at the blazing flames, and wondered where Rena, who always smiled at him, was.

From the other side of the street came the sound of murderous gunfire, and the furious roar, "Destroy those scum! Destroy them! For the saints!"

Hundreds of people armed with automatic weapons and various iron instruments rushed towards Benben and Tarot.

Tarot looked at the burning ruins in pain, with blood flowing on the ground. He roared with grief and anger, and then pulled out the communicator from his waist.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! You bastard! Beat them up stupidly! They won't let you eat the food cooked by your sister-in-law!"

"What? My sister-in-law's food!!!"

Benben finally understood the seriousness of the problem. He could no longer eat the potato soup made by his beautiful sister-in-law. He pointed the tearing gun in his hand at the rushing crowd.

The bullets sprayed by the tearing gun tore apart the flesh of the crowd, and the intestines and bones were scattered all over the floor. However, the crazy crowd did not panic and retreat because of the casualties. They rushed towards Benben and opened fire at them.

The bullets hit Benben's flesh and armor. The rough skin and thick flesh of the Ogryns were shown in this raid. The damage caused by these weapons to him can be said to be negligible.

"Finally! Damn it." Tarot glanced at the burning ruins of the restaurant again and closed his eyes in pain, "Captain! What happened to you!"

"Sir Tarot!" A Stormtrooper captain appeared on the screen. His background was the war-torn Tribunal Hall. "We can't contact Lord Omar! Communications in Memeril's Nest have been blocked!"

The explosion came from behind the stormtrooper captain. He protected the communicator in his arms so that it would not be damaged at this time.

"Those traitors are storming the Inquisition Hall! We can't hold out much longer!"

"Damn it, who attacked us? The traitors outside sneaked in?"

"No, sir! It's the State Religion! It's the State Religion's Atonement Legion! They have all rebelled!"

"What?" Tarot held the communicator. He knew that the National Church was organizing a large-scale Atonement Legion these days and was preparing to send it to the frontline battlefield.

These Atonement Corps are completely normal and show no signs of betrayal. Why do they suddenly attack at this time?

Others don't know, but Tarot has followed Judge Omar for so long and already knows how to identify fallen people.

Depravity is a gradual process, and it does not happen all at once before completely degenerating into a manic heresy.

But these guys have...

Tarot poked his head and looked at the corpses smashed by Benben. There were no symbols on those corpses. If the existing bruises and whip marks could be counted, the empire would have been finished long ago.

"Damn it...the state religion has all rebelled in an instant? What nonsense..."

Tarot pulled out the laser gun hanging on his waist and the saber hidden behind his calf, then looked at the communicator, "Go to Rust's study and burn all his books and scrolls! That psychic guy will know It’s about the situation here!”

"Yes, sir!"

The storm trooper captain received the order, and then there was the sound of explosive bombs. A series of bullets seemed to hit the loyal captain. Only broken armor and smoking flesh could be seen on the Tarot screen.

A foot appeared on the screen, and Tarot could recognize it at a glance as the power armor worn by battle sisters.

"hateful..."

Tarot took one last look at the burning restaurant, cut his arm with a saber, and dripped blood on the ground. He shouted stupidly.

"Bengben! Let's go and eat!"

"Ah? Sister-in-law's meal?"

"That's right! Let's go home for dinner! My sister-in-law made you your favorite ant-cow braised steak! Do you like it?"

"Benben loves to eat."

"Very good." Tarot ran towards an alleyway and threw out two smoke bombs. "Whoever goes home first will eat the biggest barbecue!"

"Wow! Benben wants to eat the biggest piece!"

Heavy steps hit the ground very quickly, the sound of Benben running desperately for food.

How to Feed a Scrooge.

(Here we need to write two lines that happened at the same time, one is about the things in the Memerel Nest, and the other is the things in the Hell Factory. Let’s write about the Memerel Nest first)