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

Everyone was preparing to set off to rescue the trapped wolves and dark crows. According to Yingyang's judgment, they should be in Tu-Pinwak's secret research institute.

She was impressed by the carved walls.

Yingyang's xv22 combat suit has the ability to fly and its speed is acceptable, barely able to keep up with the speed of a combat motorcycle.

But the combat motorcycle was obviously not designed to carry people, and Lin Fan couldn't find a place to sit on it no matter how hard he looked.

In the end, Lin Fan thought about not letting Yingyang fly behind his back. When Corsaro heard this, how could he give such a glorious moment to others?

Corsaro broke the glory flagpole on his backpack with his backhand. It was already an unparalleled honor for his body to bear the heir of the Khan of Heaven.

There is no need for this pole stuck in the enemy's skull to prove anything. From now on, the damage on his power pack will remind him again and again of his honor to serve the Lord.

He knelt on one knee in front of Lin Fan and shouted, "Uncle, you can ride on my neck." According to the Quanzhou Great Library, during the ancient Terra period, the ancestors would put the people they loved and respected in their hearts on the shoulders.

Lin Fan heard it strangely. This thing was like a kind of horse riding that had gone astray. He wondered, isn't it the son who rides on his father's head?

But Lin Fan looked at Corsaro with respect in his eyes and no intention of becoming his father. Lin Fan could only sigh and sit on the power backpack behind his back, with his legs stretched out from the side of his head.

"md... This is too social... Is there anything I can grab? I'm not used to having nothing to grab." Lin Fan vomited in his heart, feeling his butt tingle.

Where should he scratch, the single strand of hair on Corsaro's bald head? This thing was still softly attached to his scalp. Lin Fan was really afraid that if he pawed it off, Corsaro would become bald.

Lin Fan could only quietly put his hands on his hips, resisting the urge to grab something.

The sound of the rocket engine was heard. Priest Delia was flying high in the sky, holding Rebecca in his arms. The two of them could study what Amalaga was doing.

"What a powerful engine sound! It's very suitable to be installed on a motorcycle. Uncle, what do you think?"

Kosaro Khan did not raise his head to look at the sky. He also knew that there was Lin Fan behind him. He did not want his honor to turn into a bad memory because he looked up.

"Ah..." Lin Fan endured the bumps coming from his butt and said, "Don't you have a hoverbike? During the expedition, we all drove hoverbikes."

"Really?" Corsaro was filled with envy. "We have only seen the hoverbike in the Raven's arsenal. It is the honorary weapon of a shadow master. If I can also have a hoverbike, it would be a great honor. "

Then he fell into self-blame for the current decline of the war group, "I'm sorry, uncle. We have shamed White Scar's predecessors."

"No, you don't have to blame yourself. You have done well enough. Chagatai also recognizes your efforts."

"Really? That's great..."

Kosaro Khan felt that his eyes were a little moist. Being recognized by his father and his father's friends was simply the best soothing medicine.

It would be great if Juba Khan was also here. As an old company commander from the Great Crusade and now the Chapter Master of the White Scars, he would definitely be moved by these words.

Everyone drove towards the secret research institute. Along the way, they crossed trenches and passed through the scorched earth caused by shelling.

They passed through the high walls erected by the Tau, but they were no longer the same as before. The clean white of the alloy was stained by dried blood, giving it a dull red color.

The White Scars were wary of the Tau's attack, and Shadowsun was ready to give orders.

But it was so dead here, with flames burning in the damaged buildings. There were no corpses except blood and all kinds of filth on the ground.

"This guy is very clean this time... It seems that he has recovered everything? So fast?" Lin Fan looked up at the sky and asked Yingyang loudly about the situation of Director Yong.

"What permissions have you given to Detective Yong? It seems like he has already infiltrated you all."

After hearing this, Yingyang replied to Lin Fan, "If I lose the news... then Detective Yong will become the supreme commander of the battlefield. This is the personal order of the Supreme Etherium Wa..."

Well...the remaining soldiers should have been annihilated by Amalaga together, and all their bodies were taken away.

"Don't you have a caste system? Yong Tan is from the Earth caste, why can he take over the command? What about the other Fire castes?"

"He is an honorary ether... he can act on behalf of the ether in times of crisis... This is a stipulation of the caste law, I..." Yingyang said silently, she was constantly scanning the entire Titanium Castle, but the inanimate feedback she received made the despair and hatred in her heart grow bigger and bigger.

After listening to it for a long time, Kosaro Khan also sensed the smell of conspiracy. He asked Lin Fan if that so-called Director of Detective Yong was some sort of devil.

Lin Fan said that Yongtan was most likely his old rival, a blood-merciful master named Amalaga, who had attacked Chagatai and survived under the Emperor's manifestation.

Who is this guy? What organization? Lin Fan was puzzled, but he was not afraid of the Four Gods, nor was he afraid of the Emperor. The entire biological weapon is inextricably related to the subspace, and now it is wreaking havoc in the realm of the Tau.

Are they the remnants of the esoteric sect that have not been wiped out? As a blood pity master, he has too much knowledge.

They quickly rushed to the location of the research institute, and only saw a deep pit. This was the battlefield emergency that Rebecca had mentioned before.

"So how do we get down?" Lin Fan looked at the big pit, wondering if it would be a bit too arrogant for him to jump down so directly.

But Corsaro had his own plan. His beard flashed a confident smile and he blew a loud eagle whistle. The White Scars laughed and recited Jaghatai's words.

"To confuse the enemy is the smoothest way to victory. If you use this tactic, fighting will be the same as playing chess."

"At any time, the enemy's strength should be shown to be relative to the actual strength of our army. If we are few, we will show it to the masses, and if we are many, we will show our weakness. The slightest distance from the enemy will show up thousands of miles away. The distance between us and the enemy will be thousands of miles away. Then it will appear in the smallest detail. In this way, the trouble will also be a benefit."

"Therefore, in addition to revealing the truth to the enemy, we also cater to the enemy's expectations. We can detect the enemy general's strategy and follow his wishes to welcome him. This is how we use the enemy's tactics as our cover, and use the power of thunder to Strike out from the clouds.”

"But if you're driving a motorcycle, just rush and you're done."

Amidst Lin Fan's exclamations, the White Scars warriors rushed their motorcycles down the vertical rock wall.

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