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

The horizon changed color under a foul-smelling cloud of poison, a rolling mass of green and black looking down with schadenfreude on the once fertile plains of the world. Nowadays, the land is full of rotting wounds, and only filthy mud is left in the farmland. The wind blows the rotten food debris and rushes into the breathing filter. The machine soul hums with dissatisfaction to clean out all these foreign objects.

Laser guns and flamethrowers formed the last line of defense of the huge granary. The frightened crowd, under the shadow of the political commissar's coat, stayed behind the wall and opened fire on the incoming plague zombies.

call out!

The quadruple mortars sent incendiary shells to the heads of the zombies. The shock wave first blew up the zombies, and then the wall of fire suddenly rose. The smoke from the burning corpses floated upwards, making the green and black lumps grow several times. .

"Grand Master, Granary No. 15 in Area B has been confirmed to be safe, and we have killed all the exorcism wizards operating in the surrounding areas."

"Very good." Ravenwing Grand Master Samuel responded to the report of his soldiers.

Samuel rode away from the battlefield on the 'Raven' anti-gravity motorcycle, and the remaining members of the Dark Angel Crow Wings gathered beside him on combat motorcycles.

As a long-lost Mark XIV anti-gravity motorcycle, the Raven's performance is far superior to the combat motorcycles of other Raven Wing members. Samuel needs to suppress the Raven's machine soul that longs for freedom and speed in order to Let his battle-brothers keep pace.

A group of white-armored riders passed by noisily, their braids dancing wildly like whips. Their leader had a weather-beaten dark brown face, and a full-moon scimitar held in both hands was tied to the side of his motorcycle.

Kosaro Khan.

Samuel gave a friendly nod to the visitor, and Corsaro Khan responded with the same courtesy. Then the white-scarred hunting master stared closely at Samuel's mount.

Kosaro Khan's eyes bloomed with unabashed envy, and he said half in admiration and half in mockery, "What a good horse!"

Samuel's face hidden under the hood showed a slight smile, and he did not express any opinion on the temptation of Corsaro's words.

The two teams of people followed closely behind their leader, and the roar of motorcycles echoed between heaven and earth. This agricultural world had large plains for them to ride to their heart's content.

But for Samuel, they ride combat motorcycles just to implement the Dark Angel Ravenwing's tactical policy of swiftness and surprise.

In fact, he was surprised that Korsaro Khan and his men were not wearing helmets, and was amazed that their bodies were not weakened by Nurgle's virus.

In response to this, Kosaro Khan just excused himself with a gift from the original body.

"Don't you think you are like an outsider in this war? Mentor Samuel?" Kosaro Khan spoke with some dissatisfaction, "Who are you? Are you a warrior after all? Or are you someone who doesn't want to be thrown into the dirt? A nobleman whose clothes are stained?"

Mentor Samuel did not get angry because of the offense in Khan Kosaro's words. He knew why Khan did what he did.

The Raven Wings did not contribute much in this war against the Nurgle Plague. Although the Destroyer Company equipped with heavy weapons made up for the lack of defensive power in the granary, their group of Crow Wing troops, which are good at maneuverability, were always dying in the vast expanses. Driving here and there on the plain, it was like a blind chaos like a headless fly.

"We haven't found the target yet," Samuel replied to Kosaro Khan.

Seeing Samuel's mystery, Kosaro Khan also lost interest in communicating. He glanced at the 'Raven' again and muttered something like "I have driven a motorcycle before."

Samuel didn't pay attention to Kosaro Khan's thoughts, just waiting for the communicator to ring again.

Corsaro Khan received a communication from Wodehouse. They successfully found the center of the planet's plague ritual, but they needed to attract away the plague zombies surrounding the ritual site.

"Ha! Did you hear it?" Kosaro Khan laughed, "They actually asked us to attract the walking corpses away? This is simply an insult to the horses under our crotches."

Corsaro Khan took off the scimitar on the side of the car and waved it, then he pointed the blade at Samuel and raised his chin and continued, "The cunning sheep have been located! What's left is for the warriors riding the horses to carry out the great battle. Hunt!"

Samuel listened quietly. The grassland of Chogoris breeds strong horses and dangerous wild sheep. Whenever the season with the most abundant water and grass is when the wild sheep flood, these sheep will gather together and go crazy. Eat every patch of grass until you are left with an endless desert.

When the grass is gone, hungry sheep turn to the Chogorians. Kosaro Khan used the largest hunt on their planet as an example to invite Samuel to join him in breaking into the center of the plague zombies to prove the man's mettle.

Although Samuel did not express an opinion, he always followed Kosaro Khan's side. The horizon in the distance was blurred by the squirming and stumbling of the corpses, and the stench in the air became stronger and stronger.

"When we get back, we will drink at the celebration banquet." Although Kosaro Khan was dissatisfied with Samuel's silence, he also expressed enough respect for Samuel to gallop and fight with him.

Samuel finally nodded. He pressed down the safety of Raven's twin storm guns and held the Raven Sword in his hand. Although the corpses were still far away from them, the motorcycles under their crotches were It only takes a few seconds to speak.

The bolters of the battle bikes opened fire, and the spears formed by the hail of bullets pierced through the corpses. Korsaro Khan and his warriors sharpened their swords, and even Samuel was infected by the courage of these Chogorians. .

He stepped on the pedal suddenly and issued an order in the chain of command, "Crow Wings! Honor requires victory! Go to the extreme speed to annihilate the enemy! Don't let the name of Crow Wings be shamed!"

Just then Samuel's personal communicator rang.

A highly encrypted communication echoed in Samuel's ears, and at this moment all the assault plan he had just revised disappeared into thin air.

"The thick fog has dispersed and the sun has to disappear."

These cipher texts have only one meaning: the fallen angels have escaped, and the dark angels need to urgently hunt them down.

This is the purpose of the Ravenwing coming to this planet. They want to hunt down the Fallen Angels. This is the dark secret of their Chapter, which is far more important than any Imperial war.

A slight hesitation led to a slight slowdown in speed. Samuel watched Corsaro Khan and his warriors plunge into the group of corpses, and they were a beat slower than Corsaro Khan.

Kosaro Khan also noticed the slowness of Samuel and the others for a moment. He chopped dozens of walking corpses with his scimitar and turned back to stare at Samuel with doubtful eyes.

Deteriorated body \u003d unpainted gray model (when the chess player is short of chess pieces: I say this piece of eraser is my terminator, but I haven’t painted it yet)