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

Tarot looked at the protected book floating on the stone platform, and was about to activate the melta bomb and place it under the platform. These things involving psychic energy were all very weird, so it was best for him to place them close to his face.

But he felt a malice, a particularly familiar malice coming from behind him. It was similar to the feeling that the disgusting mining base gave him, the same crazy and uncomfortable throbbing feeling in his heart.

"Well!"

Benben ran over and swung his tearing gun hard, smashing the shadow that tried to sneak attack Tarot.

"Jie Jie Jie! I knew there was something wrong with you people trying your best to get in... I didn't expect you to hide such a good thing..."

Tarot felt that his locked body could move. He gasped and turned around, seeing the bishop holding the scepter in the passage standing in front of him again.

The bishop's face was no longer fanatical and solemn. Instead, sinister laughter occupied all the folds on his face.

As soon as he raised his hand, a barrier separated the secret room.

"Jie, Jie, Jie! We have been working hard for more than a hundred years, how could you let you interfere so easily..."

The bishop stepped closer, the shadows behind him swelling and rolling.

"demon..."

Tarot looked at the bishop and understood the reason for the rebellion within the state church. Just as Judge Omar suspected, there were demons mixed within the state church.

"Stupid, if he stops you from eating, fuck him to death."

The angry Benben roared and hit the bishop with the tearing gun.

The bishop did not choose to dodge, but directly resisted Benben's attack. He slapped his palm on the ceramic steel armor on Benben's abdomen, leaving a palm print and knocking Benben back several steps.

"It would be a shame for me if I let you mortal insects be wiped out."

After tearing off his robe, the muscles on the bishop's body were comparable to those of a tarot. He looked completely different from the body of a hundred-year-old bishop.

"Although this religious procession is very tiring... it also allows me to better control this body! Jie Jie Jie!"

The bishop's fists whirred, he put on a fighting stance, shouted and attacked Benben fiercely.

It could be seen that the bishop was deliberately playing tricks on Benben. He could have slapped Benben on the head and sent him directly to the throne. But he just hit Benben's ceramic steel armor with every punch and palm.

This muscular bishop must be killed, no matter what kind of demon is possessed by him.

Several throwing knives were pulled out from Tarot's belt and thrown at the bishop. The movement of his feet was not slow at all, he quickly approached and struck the Catachan saber towards the bishop's head.

The flying knife pierced into the flesh, but no more blood came out. The bishop laughed sinisterly, curled his fingers slightly, and the blue psychic power pulled the flying knives and threw them towards Tarot again.

A few of these flying knives blessed by spiritual energy were knocked away by Tarot, but more of them were deeply embedded in his body. The existence of these blades in the body can temporarily prevent the spurt of blood, but they can also affect his movements. .

The saber slashed at the bishop but failed to get any more results. Instead, Tarot was kicked away and rolled on the ground. He pulled out the flying knife inserted in his body and rushed forward again.

"Struggling! This is the fun! If I can't beat the Gray Knight, why can't I beat you! Hahaha!"

The bishop laughed wildly. Since he sneaked into this planet, he has been hypocritically worshiping the damn Corpse Emperor every day and every night, not to mention enduring so many living souls wandering in front of him. , but the pain of not being able to eat.

Now all the fruits will be harvested, and they will become demons that will make this planet tremble! Everything they harvest will become the basis for thriving in the Warp!

And he can go to his little girlfriend decently, drink in the souls of screaming mortals in the chaotic waves, and build their own house of pain under the dim light of the dying star.

how wonderful.

A burst of hot plasma shot out, interrupting the bishop's fantasy. He quickly concentrated his will to generate a psychic shield to block this threat, which was like a miniature stellar flare.

However, he found that the second plasma was also projected, and the shield fell apart under the attack of the second plasma. It was too difficult for him to block such a powerful weapon. After all, he was not a big demon.

Panting to dissipate the high temperature left by the plasma, he saw a pistol flashing with an unsafe and dazzling light being thrown towards him.

"Hold your head stupidly!"

The last warning was issued by Tarot, and Benben obediently covered his head with his hands and squatted on the ground.

Then the overheated plasma pistol exploded.

Destructive heat waves and plasma attacked everything in this small room. The bishop's skin and flesh were evaporated by such an explosion, leaving only a skeleton that was about to disintegrate.

Draco, who was seriously injured, dragged his injured thigh in from outside the door. He punched the skeleton that could still turn its head slightly to look at him, and said a sentence that the imperial army often said.

"Hot melt and plasma are your biggest reliance..."

"That's right...you bastard...ahem!"

Tarot lay on the ground and coughed a few times, spitting out some hot blood. His eyeballs were burned out due to the high temperature, and the skin on his body was as red as cooked prawns.

Because of his rough skin and thick flesh and the protection of the ceramic steel armor, Benben's skin was only burned all over his body, and it was not as seriously injured as Tarot.

"Ha...this is all retribution for your drinking."

Draco put on an ugly smile, mocking Tarot's miserable condition, and called for Benben to pick Tarot up.

"Tch...it's like you didn't drink enough...Stupid! Don't touch me like this, you will make my abdomen open. I'm pretty sure my intestines and stomach are already cooked...that big Did you kill the nun?"

Draco watched Benben pinch Tarot's shoulders and drag him. The abdomen was easily torn apart as Tarot said, revealing the half-cooked intestines and stomach.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Draco quickly asked Benben to step aside. He should do this kind of work, but he did not forget to continue to ridicule Tarot.

"Are all of you Catachan wildlings so durable? Why aren't you dead yet?"

"Ha! How to kill a Catachan? Stomp on his head! Otherwise, you can't kill him!"

Listening to Tarot's energetic voice, Draco had a sad expression on his face, but his electronic eyes could not support his tears. He knew that this was Tarot's last flashback.

After pulling Tarot under the stone platform, Draco sat down panting, leaned close to Tarot and answered his previous questions.

"That big nun...that crazy woman is really powerful. All my brothers were chopped down by her. It was only thanks to my cleverness that I knocked that guy down."

"So he's not dead?"

"Probably...the things of the state religion have always been very...vital..."

"Haha!" Tarot laughed a few times, and then became even more depressed. He couldn't see but could hear the sound of Benben hitting the ground.

"Stop fighting! Benben, that thing can't be dead anymore, come here quickly!"

"Oh."

Hearing the heavy footsteps and the familiar smell of Benben, Tarot knew that Benben was by his side now.

"Go on, Benben, remember how to get to the kitchen?"

"remember."

"Go and eat. My sister-in-law has made food for you and put it in the kitchen."

"Really? What about you?"

"Me?" Tarot wanted to laugh a few times to make himself sound better, but he failed to do so and could only hold on to his broken body, "Your sister-in-law... and I are going to where the Emperor is. It’s time to eat... After you go to the kitchen and finish your meal, you can go to the Emperor’s house to eat..."

"Really?"

"Really...I paid for you..."

Draco was amused when he saw Benben turn around and run away, fearing that someone would steal his food. He took out two cigarettes from a small pocket on his belt, lit them, and stuffed one into Tarot's mouth.

"Then what's going on, sister-in-law?"

Unable to hear Tarot's response, Draco took a deep breath of cigarette and exhaled, "Do you want me to do anything..."

He took the melt bomb held by Tarot and activated it silently. Draco closed his eyes and recalled the names of his brothers who had just died. He wished that he could walk with these people on the road to the throne.

"What? What did you just say? Rena?"

Draco seemed to have heard Taro mutter with a cigarette in his mouth, and nodded in admiration.

"What a great name."

The melta bomb exploded, leaving nothing in the room but the unprotected book that fell to the ground in scorching ashes.

A crack opened, and two people walked out of it. Judge Omar and Rust stood in this secret room where the air could burn their throats.

Rust picked up the book and blew out the ashes on it, "It's the smell of Tarot and Draco. They did this. I also smelled the blasphemous smell of the Change Demon... They did a great job." good."

"Yes Rust, they did a good job." Omar walked out of the secret room and the study, and said with emotion when he saw the corpses and traces of the battle along the way.

"They did a good job...it was enough that they died with value. They are particularly happy compared to many people who died without value."

"Indeed."

Rust and Omar didn't feel any sadness. They had long been numb. They had seen too many horrors to feel any more emotions about them.

But it is necessary to still maintain respect for the loyal people of the empire. Losing respect for the martyrs will only bring you closer to the inhuman traitors.

As for pity and sympathy?

Martyrs don't need this. They know their fate and their ending.

They did not retreat because of death, but mocked and despised death. They heroically offered their last flame to the human empire.

That was all, it was better to die for the Emperor than to live for oneself.

Catachan jungle warriors, per capita Rambo, the image of Tarot is roughly the same