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

Sebastian Yarrick, this loyal political commissar who came out of the College of Loyalty, has never been as angry as he is today. After those green-skinned beasts have easily broken through Armageddon's space defenses, they will Countless junk moons and those Orcs were thrown onto the surface of Armageddon. The governor who was responsible for the defense of the entire planet and had the highest command authority, Hermann von Stubb, still responded with the Planetary Defense Force. Get rid of the naive ideas of these orcs.

Political Commissar Yarik after being injured. This chapter is about Political Commissar Yarik before being injured.

With the crisp sound of his military boots hitting the ground without concealing his anger, Yarick used his angry eyes that could scare people to death to push back a governor's guard who wanted to stop him. Lifting his heavy military boots, he kicked open the luxurious door of the Governor's Hall.

With a bang, the door was kicked open by this powerful kick, and everything in the wide hall stopped with a huge noise.

Looking at the scene in the hall, Alex felt so angry that his blood vessels were about to burst, and he felt his temples throbbing.

Several large tables covered with snow-white silk tablecloths filled the hall. Hundreds of transformed slaves were flying in the air, constantly delivering various dishes and drinks, replacing those that had been eaten or counted. The same dishes as the ones you taste.

The nobles and officials who were in the upper echelons of the nest city were all dressed as gorgeously and vainly as courting peacocks. They held up their wine glasses and congratulated von Stubb on his "excellent command" with hypocritical laughter. It was obvious that the attention of these well-behaved and hypocritical nobles had been attracted by the sound of Alec kicking the door. They stopped raising their glasses and turned to look at Alec, who was dressed in military uniform.

Alex looked at the food on the table that he couldn't name and couldn't tell the ingredients at all, and he just felt ridiculous and ridiculous. He worked hard on the front line to reorganize the production line and send as much supplies as possible to the front line to meet the needs of the soldiers. But what did he send up? I don’t know how many times it has gone through the filtration circulation system, the purified water that smells bitter, and those tasteless ration bars.

But even these things are extremely precious food that those fearless soldiers rushed through the blockade of green bullets and delivered them with corpses and blood. More soldiers were tortured by greenskin fire in the frontline positions, rummaging through the dirt and rubble for anything they could to fill their empty bellies.

And these damn nobles, the God Emperor is above! Yarick really wanted to shoot these fat pigs who only knew luxury. The calories of what any one of them ate would be enough to supply the needs of an entire class.

"Ah, Commissar Yarick, what can I do for you?" Von Strab's infuriating and arrogant tone sounded in the quiet hall.

"I would like to ask the Governor, have you sent a distress signal to the higher-ups of the empire?"

"Are you kidding, you little political commissar? This is Armageddon. The number of armored vehicles produced here every month will scare you to death. Oh my God, I doubt you have fulfilled your duties as a political commissar. A duty. I believe that the loyal planetary defense forces will complete their counterattack mission well." Von Strab's insult caused the hall to burst into laughter, and the nobles took out their own weapons one by one in a serious manner. He covered half of his face with a small fan and looked at Alec at the door with contemptuous eyes.

"Do you know how critical the situation on the frontline is already? Are you even thinking about counterattack now!?"

"This is all my plan. No matter how arrogant those greenskins are, they will eventually fall at the feet of our sacred and great Titan Legion."

"But according to reports from the front line, a large number of Titans have appeared among the green-skinned troops. We must..."

"You don't think that the rough green skin can make anything good, do you? Those things made of scrap metal are simply impossible to shake the void shield of the God Machine."

Listening to von Strab's confident and arrogant views, the anger in Alex's heart was replaced by a great sadness and irony. If those soldiers who fought bravely on the front line knew that their governor was such a fool, The pig head, I wonder if he will directly turn the gun and send him to the stake first, and then deal with those greenskins.

"Now that you have decided, I won't say any more. Let me ask one last question, what should be done with the replaced dishes?"

"Are you talking about those? Those dishes have passed their freshness period. Our glorious family and decent etiquette will not allow us to eat those cheap foods that have gone bad."

After glancing at von Straub, who had a normal expression on his face, Alex thought for a long time about what it meant to be spoiled. In his mind, spoilage refers to those things that have rotted and grown maggots. Not to mention eating them into the stomach, even if you take off the mask and smell them from a distance, you will feel extremely disgusting. Only those things can be called inedible.

But in Alex's opinion, these things were just made from the kitchen and had been left out for a while. They were no longer as hot as before, so they were deemed inedible and spoiled by those damn nobles like von Strab.

Go to the nobles who ride horses! Go to the tradition and honor of riding horses. Do you insects want more honor than those soldiers who fought bloody battles on the front line? You guys who are hiding and protected on the tall spiers of the hive city are as weak as a newborn chicken. Even those thugs who have done all the bad things in the gangs of the low-level hive city are stronger than you guys. Near the Golden Throne.

The angry Yarrick could not suppress his anger and contempt for them. He took out the bolt pistol he carried and shot Von Strab.

The roar of the explosion made the nobles panic and hide under the table to save their lives. The towering chair behind von Strab was blown to pieces by the bomb, and sawdust mixed with metal fragments fell all over his body. He covered his broken ears and shouted to Alec with a flushed face: "What are you doing? Are you attacking a loyal imperial official! Do you want to rebel!"

Seeing von Straub's ugly appearance, Yarrick calmed down and said, "No, Lord Governor, my bolter is just a little unhappy."

"Catch him! Catch him!"

Under the governor's order, several guards wearing gorgeous full-body armor rushed out from the corner of the hall and surrounded Yarick, who was wearing a political commissar coat. Compared to these gorgeous and shiny new guards, the heavy political commissar coat on Yarick looked like a piece of junk dug out of a clothing donation box.

The guard pulled out the high-voltage rod in his hand, making a crackling sound and the strange smell of lightning hitting the air.

Yarrick silently pulled out the power sword from his waist and confronted the guards.

"What are you waiting for! If you can't catch him, you all go to the front line!"

After the governor's repeated roars, these hesitant guards made up their mind to attack a loyal political commissar of the empire.

These attacks were so slow and powerless in Yarick's eyes. These guards, who had never experienced battles or life and death struggles, had only developed their skills on those immovable dummies and virtual images. They had no idea. How to kill a real enemy.

The power sword in his right hand quickly blocked the attacks of these electric rods. It seemed that these electric rods flashing dangerous currents were also equipped with power devices to a certain extent, ensuring that they would not be broken apart by the slashes of Yarrick's power sword. .

But Yarick's strength was still not comparable to these embroidered pillows. With a strong right hand, he pushed the electric baton out, then raised the bolt pistol in his left hand and shot the guard in the open chest.

These armors may have better defensive capabilities against other weapons, and can even block one or two blasts. But it is a pity that it was too close to the muzzle of Yarrick's gun. The fully accelerated bomb slipped out of the gun barrel. The small rocket engine on the bomb pushed the fatal warhead into the chest of the guard, knocking the armor away. All his internal organs were blown to pieces.

However, the excellent protective ability of the armor still gave the guard a complete corpse, preventing him from exploding into a ball of blood mist and minced meat under the blast of explosive bombs.

The fall of one guard was not enough to shake the determination of the other guards to attack. The remaining guards also launched attacks together, blocking any possible dodge by Yaric.

The power sword in Yarick's hand did not stop at all, and he was able to withstand the siege of several electric batons. He blocked them one by one, then adjusted his body shape, raised his leg and kicked one of the guards away. A flaw suddenly appeared in Zhao's formation. Yarick used this flaw to first cut down a guard who had no time to dodge, and then turned around and pierced a guard who was trying to sneak attack him.

At such a close distance, he didn't even need to aim too much, he just had a general direction and pulled the trigger in his hand. Feeling the anger in Yaric's heart, the bolt gun spirit fired bullets efficiently and ruthlessly, and the plasma and visceral fragments that burst out from the gaps in the armor splashed on Yaric's body.

The guards who surrounded him all fell to the ground, blood gushed out from the cuts and muzzles, and the smell of blood mixed with the aroma of the dishes made the nobles retching. Von Strab, who was sitting in the center of the hall, looked at Alex with a ferocious expression.

"I'm going to throw you to the most dangerous place to die! To die!"

"I can't ask for it."

After saying these cruel words, Alex had no intention of communicating with these insects and walked out of the hall without looking back.