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

The broad main deck of Mechanical Ark was covered with blood, humanoid corpses, and various armored vehicles that had been cut into pieces.

This is the only place to communicate between the upper deck and the lower deck of Mechanical Ark. It is also the last line of defense to defend the internal factories and scientific research holy places of the warship.

The turrets and metal breastworks raised from the ceiling and ground were all damaged, and the machine soul was making a squeaking and wailing sound, but no mechanical priests or slaves came to comfort the machine soul and repair the equipment.

This ship was already a dead ship. No matter which direction Tovens raised his ears to listen carefully, he could only hear the sonata of blood dripping on various planes.

"I'm still alive?" Tovens couldn't believe it. "I'm still alive?" Tovens repeated it again.

Panting heavily, he staggered up from the pile of corpses. He nearly fell, holding on to the twisted hull of the Chimera to keep his balance.

His car, the red-painted Emperor's Blade, had been killed in a blocking battle in the forge world of Agrippina. The chariot with countless glorious emblems on its body carried hundreds of demons in its last light. perish together.

Tovens stood in a daze for a while, waiting for his heart, which was about to beat and burst, to return to normal. Then he found a laser rifle from the blood and vigorously shook off the blood and meat residue on it. Tovens began to recall Looking at the desperate battle situation just now.

The forge world of Agrippina has been shattered. This is an ending even more terrifying than being subjected to the Extermination Order. This planet-level factory, which had worked hard for the empire and produced weapons and supplies for tens of thousands of years, fell apart under the double blow of the civil strife of the Mechanicus and the invasion of Chaos traitors.

Tovins, or rather since the founding of the Voskani Cavalry until now, has never experienced a war of this scale.

The armored regiments they were proud of were first transformed into balls of hot molten iron and steam by the attacks of intelligent robots, and then were easily split into pieces by the ferocious and terrifying giant demons.

After Tovins's brain, which had been heated up by the battle, gradually cooled down, a deep sense of unwillingness and powerlessness wrapped around his soul.

Their army tried their best, but could not win. Tovins couldn't help but want to shed tears. He is a strong man, a legion general who can ruthlessly let millions of people die when necessary, but he cannot accept that these countless sacrifices cannot win victory. People will die after all. Yes, but not in vain.

He looked at the gap where the demons rushed into the position. Under the combined effect of the claws and blades of the demons and the various weapons of the empire, the gap looked like an extremely blasphemous eight-pointed star.

The last battle, or the one that Tovins could still recall. The last organized armored regiment of the Voskani Cavalry and several heavy infantry regiments, the Agrippina Mechanicus Skitarii and several knight families, three companies of Space Marine Chapters, and that one who is extremely fanatical in combat The nuns will build a simple line of defense.

The Titan Legion, which was treated as a god's machine by the Church of the Machine, had all been destroyed in the ground battle. Their huge size was the best embodiment of the power of the God of Machines, but they had also become the most difficult force to evacuate on the entire battlefield. Before Tovins evacuated the planet, he had seen the dozens of meters tall Khorne Daemon fluttering its wings and carrying the volleys of Skitarii and Hydra anti-aircraft cannons onto the Titan several times, and then used his The huge ax he held cut through the Titan's armor.

Those scary-looking metal skeletons and tomb-like floating fortresses were not as numerous as Tovins thought. They only appeared on the most difficult and unsupportable battlefields.

The evacuation operation that lasted for several months was full of ups and downs and hardships. Blood altars scattered everywhere sealed the planet in an independent space. Huge cheers like an arena echoed in the ears all the time. Countless imperial soldiers sacrificed their lives. It took many deaths and many sacrifices to successfully free the planet from the prison of ritual.

They retreated into the void, and although the demons did not follow them, they were splashed throughout the galaxy through Agrippina's smashing, like a bucket full of shit being blown up by a firecracker.

Tovins's eyes passed through a metal corridor made of hundreds of Leman Russ tanks. He clearly remembered that this tragedy was caused by an eight-armed demon with a flaming bull head. In the end, the demon was blocked by the Space Marines. As for who banished the demon, Tovins couldn't remember. He couldn't see the movements of the Space Marines and the demon clearly, not to mention that the battlefield was so chaotic at that time. .

There are naturally more than one slaughterhouses created by powerful demons, but the more distant bloody Tovins cannot see it. He can only sadly and cautiously cross the dead soldiers, looking for living people who have survived like him.

After walking more than 20 meters with difficulty, Tovins heard a faint sound, like someone vomiting out water.

Tovins leaned down and pushed the severed limbs and corpses away, and then he saw Adjutant Tarina, whose face was full of pain and vomiting blood.

"Tarina!" Tovins shouted eagerly. His eyes swept across Tarina's body and found no obvious injuries on her body.

There are no external injuries...it's just internal injuries...

Tovens looked at the amount of blood Tarina vomited and judged that her internal organs had been shattered. Tovins was not an idiot in the medical field. He could not move her body without medical equipment. Taking rash actions would only make Tarina's internal organs bleed even more.

But what's the use?

Tarina was going to die after all, and Tovens couldn't imagine that he could find medical equipment where the bodies were lying next to each other.

"Tarina...Talina..." Tovins called twice more. Tarina, who had her eyes closed tightly, opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at Tovins. She was speechless and still couldn't speak. He spat out blood and pointed at a small hill.

Tovens got up and followed the direction. He found the seriously injured Wodehouse. The ice-blue power armor seemed to have been corroded by acid during the long-term high-intensity battle. Unsightly and rough holes were densely scattered on the armor, and some bullets and fragments were embedded in it. In the hole.

The wolf skin worn by Wodehouse was also in disrepair, and the dirty blood mixed with gunpowder smoke was tightly entangled in the soft wolf fur. The wolf fur was already hard enough to be used as nails.

Tovens looked at Wodehouse with his eyes closed and his lips white, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. He knew from the stories of his elders in his family that Space Marines had the ability to feign death due to severe injuries, but he did not know how to awaken a Space Marine from suspended animation.