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

++Golden Ark Overall Completeness: 86%.

Core Completeness: 0.03%

Ascension progress: 154%++

Odemeyer was stunned for a moment. She had participated in the initial battle of the attack on the Golden Ark. Although she could not see what the core area looked like, she also had a deep memory of the exaggerated size of the Golden Ark.

Odemair quickly analyzed the information she obtained and determined that the golden ark they attacked was not the main body of the ark, but only the core of the ark.

The progress of ascension to God refers to the God-Emperor in the subspace, who is in an intermediate state where he can ascend but is not necessary.

So what is Ark in general? What does overall mean? Odemeyer thought hard but could not find a reliable answer from the fragmented information in front of him.

Let Rebecca fill the vacancy in unit 0, and Odemeyer will spend the next part of his life in the Octagonal Fortress.

Tear down all useless facilities and build reliable factories and residential areas.

How many people would it take to maintain and run such a large fortress? Odemeyer took out the data plate from his pocket and found that the available labor force was pitiful.

Nothing is missing.

Odemeyer shook his head and joined Delia in the complicated and busy work.

The newly formed fleet moved towards Ultramar, working with the detached support fleet to clear the way of the swarm.

......

Sergeant Marr pushed away the signal soldier who was pressing on him. His hands were covered with blood. Looking at the broken chest of the signal soldier, he knew that he had lost another comrade.

Taking off the bulky communication equipment from the back of the communication soldier, Marr recalled the teachings of the communication manual and tried to call the main force.

The rustle of communication mixed with the sound of leaves and branches shaking, and Mal shook his head in despair.

He will be the next body in the forest...

Or even worse, not even the body is left.

This planet is in flames of war...and there are many more planets invaded by aliens and monsters.

The greenskins drove the black-smoking battle meteorites to hit the planet, and disgusting bugs came with them.

Now these brutal war machines are raging across the entire planet, and as a non-commissioned officer, Mal can hear more bad news from the tone of his superiors.

In the city behind the barrier, there are also many pagans who are ready to make trouble.

There are enemies everywhere. The reason why Mal's legion traveled through this forest was to support another small town that was besieged by orcs. Now their legion is being torn apart by the orc special warfare boys and assassin bugs operating in the dense forest, and people are panicking. .

In Mal's memory, this sector has never been so chaotic. After all, this is the area that the Ultramarines are responsible for defending. Their ships will patrol the sector to eliminate dangerous aliens and heretics.

They haven't received support for so long...could it be...could it be that the powerful Ultramarines have too much to take care of themselves?

Mal didn't dare to think about it anymore. He knew that the more he thought about it, the harder it would be to survive on the battlefield.

Holding the laser gun tightly, the rough appearance and double-headed eagle decoration of the gun made Mal calm down a lot.

"Is anyone still alive?" Mal shouted at the top of his lungs. He didn't know if it would be useful.

Mal saw an outstretched arm. He carefully leaned over and found a living person under the piled up corpses.

"Thank you, sir." Tom breathed in the fresh air greedily.

This was a soldier who was temporarily recruited. He was very young and the uniform he wore did not match it. It was as loose as a cloth bag.

The helmet was also a bit too big, and Tom had to hold it with his hands from time to time to prevent it from falling off.

"Take this helmet, kid." Mal said. He picked up a helmet that was a few sizes smaller than the one on the ground. He used a knife to briefly clean the bloody fragments inside and handed it to the nervous Tom.

"It seems like you are the only lucky boy left in this place. Stand up and let's go find the main force. Staying here will attract the insects here sooner or later."

"Yes, sir." Tom held the gun very stiffly. If an enemy really appeared in front of him, the young boy would be stunned for a few seconds before he could remember to fire.

The two of them were moving forward in the dense forest, and Mal was walking completely based on his instincts.

The sound of the Sentinel's mechanical feet hitting the ground made Mal's heart quicken.

Heading towards the sound, Mal saw a reconnaissance squad stationed in place.

Two sentries equipped with circular saws, flamethrowers, and heavy logging machine guns were on guard one behind the other, while the remaining soldiers hid behind temporary bunkers made of tree trunks.

The ground was covered with insect corpses, and purple-red blood covered the entire earth.

Mal slowed down his pace, trying not to irritate the tense nerves of the reconnaissance squad as much as possible.

Accidental injuries are too common on the battlefield. As long as the pilot of the Sentinel mecha shakes his hands, he and Tom will go to the Golden Throne to meet the Emperor.

The Sentinel's woodcutter gun was aimed at the slow-moving Mal and Tom.

"Stop! Or I'll open fire!"

The Sentinel mecha was more nervous than Mal imagined. He raised his hand to stop Tom and shouted to the reconnaissance squad in the distance.

"We are soldiers of the 613th regiment! I am a non-commissioned officer of the 1355th squad! The officer number is: S#ZMK!"

Such detailed information undoubtedly made the Sentinel mecha less vigilant, but he still aimed at the two of them, with his finger floating on the trigger. With just one press, the metal bullets from the woodcutter gun would tear apart the bodies of Mal and Tom. .

What on earth were they nervous about... Mal couldn't figure this out, so he could only squat on the spot and remain motionless.

He suddenly heard disturbing roars and chaotic running sounds coming from behind him.

Looking back, he found that his dead comrades had come to life and were rushing towards them with a twisted and crazy pace.

"Sir...sir..." Tom was frightened by these living dead, and Mal pulled his military uniform and rushed forward.

We can only gamble that the Sentinel mecha won't fire on them.

The Sentinel mecha also saw the living dead behind them, and the woodcutter guns began firing.

The bullet penetrated the tree trunk and shattered into sharp pieces of wood. There were a few more blood stains on Mal's face.

The living dead were hit by bullets, and their bodies were torn apart, revealing purple thin thread-like bugs inside. These bugs tied the split corpses back together and controlled the dead body to move forward.

Mal's scalp was numb at the sight. If he and Tom had taken a few steps later, they would have been surrounded by corpses controlled by these bugs and become one of them.

Mal and Tom were getting closer and closer to the temporary position made of tree trunks. He looked at the laser gun he had raised and pulled Tom to the ground without hesitation.