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

In desperation, Tovens could only try to use the simplest method to wake up Wodehouse.

Slap.

He apologized to Wodehouse, apologized to the Emperor, apologized to his family ancestors, and the act of slapping the Space Marines was no longer enough to be summed up in the word blasphemy.

Trembling hands, trembling heart.

Tovens gave Wodehouse a tentative tap and called his name.

Wodehouse showed no reaction, still closing his eyes tightly, not even breathing.

Tovins licked his cracked lips and prepared to slap harder. But then he thought, his caution here was just a waste of precious time, he should wake up Wodehouse as quickly as possible.

"For the Emperor." Tovens encouraged himself. He rounded his arms, put all his strength into his palms, and then slapped Wodehouse hard on the face.

Clap!

Tovens covered his palms in pain. He felt that the bones of his hands had cracked. The feeling of slapping Wodehouse on the cheek was not much different than beating a rough and hard stone.

Seeing that Wodehouse was still motionless, Tovins gritted his teeth and raised his heart. He directly raised the laser rifle and tried to hit Wodehouse in the face with the butt of the gun.

Just before the butt of the gun that Tovins pressed down with all his strength was about to hit Wodehouse's face, the old wolf who had entered a state of suspended animation finally moved his fingers.

The butt of the gun struck Wodehouse in the face with the wind. He moved quickly before he opened his eyes, and the big hands hanging on both sides of his body were ejected with one force.

But Wodehouse's spiritual perception was faster than his body's subconscious movements. He used the eyes of his soul to see clearly that the attacker was Tovins, the commander of the Voskani Cavalry Regiment. He immediately restrained the power and direction of his fists, He just interrupted the laser rifle and grabbed Tovins by the waist.

Tovins didn't know that he had a lucky chance to survive. His brain could only react to the severe pain in his arm caused by the gun being broken by the huge force, as well as the pain in the ribs and chest tightness caused by the squeezing of the chest.

"Ahem...big...sir..."

Wodehouse ignored Tovens. He blinked hard and quickly sorted out the situation around him.

"Tovins..." Wodehouse used his psychic powers to check Tovins's soul, and then put him down.

Tovens fell to the ground and took a deep breath, while Wodehouse stood up, squeezing his remaining spiritual energy to scan the bloody battlefield.

It was already clear who lived and who died. The next step was to dig these people out from the pile of corpses.

As soon as Wodehouse was about to set off, he was stopped by Tovins. Tovins asks Wodehouse to check on Tarina.

"Tarina?" Wodehouse raised his eyebrows. What could happen to that Slaanesh demon? When Talina's clone acted with them, she could even block the continuous slashes of Khorne. This masochist's favorite thing was to get wrapped around the shield and get beaten.

He came to Talina in a few steps and saw a violent force of Khorne running rampant in this Slaanesh demon. This was the direct cause of Talina's weakness.

"I can't deal with this." Wodehouse shook his head and stood up to help others.

Tovins looked at Tarina in despair. For him, Wodehouse's words undoubtedly sentenced Tarina to death.

"Tarina...Tarina..." Tovins knelt down beside Tarina and called sadly. He could not imagine what life would be like without Tarina.

Tarina suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, which made Torvins heartbroken and allowed her to speak, "Sir...I...I have brought shame on the Legion..."

"No... don't say that, Tarina. You fought bravely, you banished those damn demons, and you led the guards to blow up a damn mech... Your father, you My family will be proud of you, I swear to the Emperor."

"Really...really?"

"Really..." Tovens tried his best to control the muscles on his face to prevent himself from crying, but his eyes honestly shed big tears, "You will return to the throne as a soul, and the emperor will also shed tears." I pity you."

Wodehouse on the side really had no ears to listen. Even the demon of Tzeentch would not dare to fabricate such a thing about the demon of Slaanesh returning to the throne.

But this damn thing did happen. According to Talina and her little sisters, the Golden Throne is next to Slaanesh's palace. The Emperor and his elders didn't have any objections, and Wodehouse was even less likely to have any objections.

Wodehouse sighed, shaking his head and giving up on ruining the weird atmosphere between Tovins and Tarina.

If he really stood up and revealed Talina's identity, the Slaanesh demon would just pout and scold Wodehouse for being a low-level Space Marine.

When Wodehouse dug his brother out of the pile of corpses, Tarina vomited blood even more, and Tovins also held Tarina in his arms. This was the last tenderness he could give Tarina. .

Tarina pointed to her bulletproof breastplate with trembling hands. Tovins understood what she meant and immediately put his hand in to explore.

Tovins took out an exquisite oval pocket watch from the rough and dirty military uniform. He opened it and saw that on the opposite side of the clock was a profile photo of Tarina.

"Sir...I...I..." Tarina's eyes were bright, as if she were looking back.

Tovins burst into tears, stood up with his pocket watch tightly in his hand, and then pointed the rifle at Tarina's head.

"May the Emperor be merciful to you."

The laser penetrated Tarina's head, and Tovins watched with despair as Tarina's eyes dimmed, and her body soaked in blood shriveled up.

Tovins had seen this kind of death many times in the sad place of Agrippina. The military psyker explained that this was the result of the body being excessively contaminated by the energy of the warp.

Talina turned into water and into ashes. Nothing remained except the uniform, armor, and the pocket watch.

Tovens stared blankly for a few seconds, then followed Wodehouse with his rifle. The old wolf had already carried several surviving Bloodclaw cubs to a fairly neat open space.

"Sir, what do you need me to do?"

Wodehouse looked back at Tovins and saw the pocket watch hanging around Tovins' neck.

What kind of pocket watch is this? It's simply a part of the devil's body. Relying on this disguised pocket watch, Tarina, who temporarily returned to the subspace, can track Tovins's location at all times.

"Alas..." Wodehouse felt helpless for Tarina's persistence. He held the pocket watch between his fingers, and then used a stream of psychic energy to cleverly cover up the devil's aura. Now he was the Grand Master of the Gray Knight. There is no clue.

After Wodehouse completed this step, Tarina's voice sounded in his ears.

"Thank you~ I will say something nice in front of the madam and the master."

"It's not necessary."