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

The once fortified hall of the Inquisition became a tomb for Stormtroopers under the impact of the Atonement Army and the Battle Sisters. They never understood until their death why the two sides were caught in such a large-scale firefight.

Is it because the conflict between the State Church and the Inquisition has deteriorated to such an extent? Is this a struggle for power?

As the leader of the storm, Draco didn't understand why their situation was so bad. They needed orders and someone to tell them what was happening in this crazy city.

However, the communication in Memeril's Nest was blocked. They could only communicate internally, and any signals that were sent out became noisy and meaningless noise.

"Sir what should we do?"

A stormtrooper turned to look at himself. It could be seen that the soldier who had just shot hundreds of Atonement Army with his hell gun was very confused.

But this is not the confusion that he has killed someone, but the feeling of being at a loss as a result of being attacked without any reason.

Draco looked at the pile of corpses burned to ashes by the hell gun in front of their position, and once again dialed the communicator to contact Inquisitor Omar.

Still nothing.

"I can tell you what to do."

Draco quickly turned around and aimed the weapon in the direction of the sound. Those were two strong figures coming out from the side of the position.

It's Ogryn Benben and Catachan mercenary Tarot.

"Stop! Otherwise we'll shoot!"

"What the hell? Are you serious? We don't have time to waste!"

"I said stop!"

Draco shot Tarot at the foot, causing fragments to fall onto Tarot's pants.

Seeing several hell guns aiming at his and Benben's position, Tarot told Benben not to pull the trigger of the tearing gun. It had long been out of bullets. He only pulled the trigger because the inquisitor taught him so. .

"Okay, okay! You big toy soldiers! Let's stop! But the time you waste will cause more people to die in this damn place."

Seeing Tarot's angry look with his hands raised, Draco felt relieved about them. After all, all the enemies they saw while guarding this position angrily denounced them as heretics and demons, and then charged at the front like crazy.

If these people were dressed in Krieg uniforms, they would be able to sneak in.

"Okay, you can come here now, your threat review has passed."

"Really, Draco, you idiot, don't even think about asking me to bring you wine next time."

"Alcohol? What kind of alcohol? That's against the rules."

Tarot was so angry when he saw Draco pretending not to know anything, but Benben didn't care about these things, he just shouted when he could eat.

"When we go get Rust, we can eat. Draco, how many of you are there now?"

"Not much." Draco adjusted his electronic prosthetic eyes. A series of information appeared in front of his eyes. After observing for a second, he gave an accurate answer.

"There are still more than 240 people who can go into battle. Here are 130 people. The remaining troops are free to defend at key positions on each floor. Do you think it's enough?"

"Ha! How do I know? I have been outside for so long and I haven't figured out whether these guys are corrupted traitors. But it doesn't matter. Let's go to Rust's study and burn his books. The psychic power of that thing The fluctuations can be felt by him.”

"Okay, Stormtrooper!"

Draco, who finally knew what he should do, gave orders to all the stormtroopers who could still maintain contact, asking them to move towards the core of the Tribunal Fortress. There was no need to hold on to the remaining places.

Running quickly in the wide traffic lanes connecting floors to floors, they encountered many Atonement Army soldiers rushing towards them from other locations.

The heat ray of the hell gun is extremely powerful for these Atonement Army who only have scriptures and parchment for protection. One heat ray can destroy several limbs.

The sound of heavy and orderly footsteps came after the Atonement Army, and a whole group of Battle Sisters opened fire on the attacking Stormtroopers.

"Damn...these crazy bitches..."

Tarot watched as a bolter round was fired into the stormtrooper beside him, their carapace penetrated by the bolter's hardened adamantium slug. Under the explosion activated by the mass reaction fuse, it exploded from the inside out, shattering Tarot's face into pieces of hot internal organs.

"Die! For the saint!"

The Sisters of Battle hold their heads high, as do their fervent beliefs and prayers, these warriors go into battle without any thought of survival.

They are meant to crush the Emperor's enemies to pieces in the most ruthless and ferocious manner.

Among the nuns' protection, there is also a state bishop.

Holding a scepter equipped with a sacred microphone, the bishop is pronouncing the doom of heresy with a passionate and high-pitched voice. And beside him there are icon flagbearers holding high the flag of the Memerel Sisters, providing religious morale bonuses to their sisters.

Just 20 Battle Sisters suppressed 130 Inquisition Stormtroopers.

"If the md is put forward, there is no need to fight..."

Tarot poked his head out from behind the cover and was pushed back by a series of explosive bombs. He was thankful that his head could still move. After all, sneak attacks still require timing. Faced with such a narrow battle in a passage, there is no other way except to mobilize a heavy armored commando team.

"Draco! Think of a way! If this continues, we will be killed by the crazy bitch!"

"Don't rush! I'm doing it! I'm adjusting the gravity generator in the channel."

Heat rays and explosive bombs weave a web of death. From time to time, stormtroopers are beaten to pieces and battle sisters whose armor is melted by dozens of heat rays die here.

"Everyone prepare! Fight the gravity field!"

The artificial gravity began to change, and the sudden low gravity caught the Battle Sisters off guard. The muzzle of the Fury bolter was raised, and the debris in the channel also floated.

What Draco wants to seize is this opportunity, using the stormtroopers' frequent training in the mutant gravity field to make the battle pattern favorable to them.

On this battlefield, just one second of opportunity is enough to turn the tide of the battle.

The nuns quickly adjusted their fighting stance to maintain effective fire under the sudden low gravity.

But this second of adaptation was enough for the remaining 100 stormtroopers to complete their attack.

More heat rays quickly melted the armor on the battle nuns. During the layer-by-layer melting and heating, the red armor and the personnel inside turned into a burning furnace.

"Ahhh! Die! Heretic!" The Battle Sister, who was ignited by the heat ray and was rapidly being burned into charcoal, was still pulling the trigger until the last moment when she lost consciousness. Dozens of Stormtroopers were beaten by the Battle Sister who was about to fight back. into pieces.

Gravity returned, and Tarot's light body returned to the same shape he was used to. The holes in the shining armor of the Battle Sisters on the field still flowed with molten fluid that had not yet cooled down.

The armors kneeling or lying on the ground were all black dust left behind after burning human bodies.

"I asked, is there a possibility that we are really heretics?"

"What have we done that makes us heretics?"

Draco walked up to a nun who was kneeling on the ground as if praying, and opened the tightly clenched hand. He saw a somewhat dirty emperor icon.

I wiped away the dust with my hands and restored the golden color on it. Draco replaced the icon.

"I don't understand either...but we are not heretics, we are stormtroopers."

The only remaining troops passed through the passage and arrived at the core area of ​​the Tribunal Fortress. It can be seen that this place is the most tightly defended place of the Tribunal, with various automatic turrets set up on the walls and ground.

Looking at the dead bodies of the Atonement Army, Battle Sisters, Stormtroopers, and Fighter Servants along the way, Tarot only felt that the final battle ahead was going to be extremely difficult.

He ran quickly for a full two kilometers, crossing thousands of corpses along the way. The solid ground was as cracked as the nutritious biscuits distributed by the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The distinctive sound of hellgun fire and the crackle of other automatic weapons came from behind the door torn open by power weapons. When everyone rushed in, they saw the scene of dozens of remaining stormtroopers being slaughtered by Sister Selina.

The position created by the rose beads on his body blocked the bullets of the automatic artillery that dropped from the ceiling.

The Sister's combat training accumulated from countless battles made it even more difficult for the stormtroopers to catch her moving around in the ruins.

They were torn apart one by one by her power sword and became one of the corpses decorating the ground.

"More...and more demons!"

Sister Selina seemed to have fallen into madness. She shouted the teachings of Saint Laculas and attacked Draco and the others who had just entered here.

"Damn it! Tarot, you go and burn the book! We're delaying her!"

"it is good."

Without saying too much, Tarot knew that it might be difficult for these stormtroopers to survive facing a nun, but they had already donated their heads to the throne.

Where can I think about whether I can survive or not?

"Stupid! Follow me!"

"Oh! I need to eat!"

"Yes, it's time to eat."

Benben won't listen to those stormtroopers at all. Instead of letting him cause trouble for the stormtroopers, it's better to keep Tarot with him.

side.

After opening Rust's door, there was only a room of about 20 square meters in front of Tarot. The shelves on all sides were full of various books, and in the center of the room was a clean wooden table.

Tarot knew that this was all a lie, and no one would be able to deceive an experienced Catachan.

After pressing down dozens of inconspicuous dark bricks and various ornaments, a bookshelf opened. Inside was the volume Rust used to study psychic power, which was heavily protected by various chains and runes.

"Finally... Benben, we are about to go to dinner..."

The political commissar and Oglin, the image of Benben is roughly the same.