Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

In the lower city of Holy Terra, perhaps because all the factories have been working overtime recently, they have emitted too much industrial waste gas.

The entire lower city was shrouded in thick fog, and only the statue of the Emperor in the church was still shining in the fog.

Teams of Astra Militarum marched through the streets from time to time, and only on important planets like Holy Terra would these Astra Militarum carry out patrol missions that should have been carried out by the planetary defense forces.

In other words, on Holy Terra, these Astra Militarum troops are part of the planetary defense force.

Occasionally, priests and nuns from the Mechanicum could be seen among the patrolling team, with faint psychic fluctuations entangled around them.
While these psychics were dispersing the thick fog around them, they were also detecting suspicious Warp fluctuations to prevent Warp demons from coming to the world.

Of course, what they are guarding against now is not these Chaos Demons, but enemies that are more terrifying to the Empire than Chaos Demons.

"Recently, the Star Army's patrols have become more and more strict!"

In a shop that deals in prosthetic modifications and also runs some gray "small businesses", several motorcycle girls with weapons on their waists or in their arms were peeking out of the shop door.

"I heard it was to prevent the evil spirit from tempting us!"

"You've also heard about that Heavenly Emperor! It is said that if you believe in him, you can get natural food for free."

"Hush! You are crazy. Don't say his name. Be careful. It's another trick of those demons to deceive people. If the Astra Militarum hears it, they will send you to the gallows!"

"I'm not stupid. This is Holy Terran. With the great Emperor here, how could these evil gods appear?"

"Hehe, how much money do you think Big Sister can squeeze out of these two fat sheep?"

"Speak softly, don't let them hear. I think this is at least the amount!"

"So many? That's impossible!"

"Don't disbelieve me, these two fat sheep have delicate skin and tender flesh. At first glance, they are rich people who have never suffered hardship.

Hiking, by the gods, I've lived for 19 years and this is the first time I've heard of this term. It sounds like a new trick of the big guys in the upper city!"

In the prosthetic modification shop, Tang Song played with a modified laser crossbow and tried out the feel of it.

It looks like a crossbow assembled from several parts, and it has a rugged Russian style.

As for the power, well, with Tang Song's current strength, he naturally didn't consider the practicality when buying this thing. He just wanted to experience the process.

After playing with it for a while, Tang Song signaled to the shop owner to take down the other gun hanging on the wall.

The shop owner glanced at the one-armed girl standing next to Tang Song. It seemed inappropriate to describe her as one-armed, as the girl's right arm was actually a mechanically modified arm.

The girl made a hidden gesture with her left hand toward the shop owner.

The boss understood what she meant. He was very familiar with these girls who hung out in the downtown area.

These girls are from a gang in the downtown area. It’s not quite right to call them a gang. They are just a group of low-level scavenging girls who get together to keep each other warm.

In this world where demons are rampant and gangs are everywhere, even if this is Holy Terra, if the lower class people don't stick together for warmth,

Who knows, one day you might wake up and find yourself in a gang's brothel, or even appear as a sacrifice on the altar of a devil's sacrificial ceremony.

The leader of this group of girls was called Fiona. They used to go outside the city to look for ruins and wreckage, looking for some usable parts and weapons, and then sell them to him.

Sometimes they also act as guides in the downtown area, deceiving some fat sheep to consume in their shops, and the shop owners will also pay them commissions.

As soon as the shop owner saw the gesture Fiona made, he realized that they had met a big fat sheep.

"This is a bolter cannon that I managed to get from an acquaintance. It's so powerful that it can kill greenskins with one shot!"

The boss put the grenade launcher, which was thicker than his wrist, on the counter. Seeing Tang Song pick it up and look at it carefully with great interest, he began to chatter on and on about how rare this weapon was.

"Ryan, what do you think of this gun?" Tang Song raised the explosive pistol and glanced at the distance, then threw the hand cannon to Ryan beside him with the boss's distressed look.

"Be careful, don't break anything! This gun is very valuable!"

Ryan raised his hand to catch the hand cannon, weighed it, and shook his head: "It was made on the assembly line, something that the group has eliminated for a hundred years!"

Tang Song laughed: "After coming here, we must bring back some local specialties! Power is secondary!"

The shop owner was about to make some sarcastic remark when he heard the two men belittling his stuff, but Ryan's next words made him shudder all over.

"Why not capture a few demons and bring them back, like Slaanesh and Tzeentch? The way these demons bewitch people is quite interesting. It might be useful to study them!"

"Hey, you, you asked me to give you a holiday, but you asked for it. You are off work but your heart is still in the company. You are a qualified cow and horse!" Tang Song teased Ryan.

"It's just some unscrupulous boss who treats people like beasts of burden!" Ryan said
Tang Song patted Ryan on the shoulder and said, "The more capable you are, the more work you should do. Among our group of people, everyone knows that you are the best at management. I would not feel at ease if I gave it to someone else!"

"Come on, you're just lazy!"

Listening to the two people's frank words, the shop owner felt his whole body trembling. He looked at Fiona with a pleading look.
What did you bring to my store?
Fiona was also confused. She and her sisters met these two people on the way back from scavenging.

The two men were well-dressed, like wealthy people from the upper city. It just so happened that they didn't get much this time.
She had an evil idea and wanted to lure these two fat sheep to the downtown area and make a fortune from them.

These two fat sheep were easy to fool. She just "described" the unique scenery of the downtown area, and the two fat sheep came over to take a look.

In particular, she heard the word "nostalgia" from one person's mouth when he mentioned the Downtown gang.

Of course, the gangs that Fiona described were naturally beautified. Things like cutting kidneys, digging out kidneys, and removing corneas were naturally not mentioned.

Fiona didn't really want to do anything to these two fat sheep, she just wanted to cheat them out of some money.

For example, if a grenade launcher is sold at three times the price, she can get 30% of the profit.

But after listening to what these two people said, Fiona's heart was also beating fast, wondering if she was too rash this time.

Could it be that they encountered the Fallen or the Chaos Aliens? But what they said didn't seem like that!
Just as the shop owner and Fiona were confused and uncertain, the shop owner reached for the laser gun below, ready to shoot the two guys.

A noisy sound suddenly came from outside the door, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a team of fully armed Star Army soldiers rushing out of the thick fog like ghost knights in the dark night, and rushing straight to a building opposite.

Then fierce gunfire broke out in the building, mixed with screams and roars.

The shop owner came to the door of the shop quickly and said, "That's old Matthew's territory. Could it be that his drug trafficking was exposed and attracted the Star Army?"

"It looks like it's not!"

A convoy stopped by the roadside, and agile and strong priests poured out of the cars.

Especially after seeing the two Astartes, the crowd of onlookers on the street who were looking around suddenly shut up.

Some contraband items could not attract the attention of the church, but they even attracted Astartes!

Tang Song stood at the door of the store, looked at the self-built building for a few times, and frowned: "This is a follower of Nurgle, it's really ugly!"

The thick fog naturally could not stop Tang Song. He could see clearly through the fog and brick wall that inside the self-built building, dozens of bloated "people" covered with blisters were engaging in a fierce firefight with the Star Army.

"You can see clearly on the other side, are you a psychic?" A scavenger girl standing next to Tang Song said in surprise when she heard Tang Song's words.

Tang Song glanced at the girl and smiled brightly: "A psychic, I guess!"

The girl, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, froze when she saw Tang Song's sunny smile. She pinched the corners of her clothes with both hands, her face flushed with shame, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Looking at her expression, someone who didn't know would think she had met a follower of Slaanesh.

When Fiona saw her sister approaching Tang Song, she quickly stepped forward and stood in front of her.

It was not until she heard Tang Song admit that he was a psychic that she breathed a sigh of relief.

In this world, the more powerful a person's psychic power is, the greater the risk of corruption. It is common sense that when psychic power becomes strong enough, the soul will be projected into the subspace.

At this time, the psychic will receive a lot of information. Soul projection is like an antenna, psychic energy is electromagnetic waves, and the subspace happens to be the place where many evil gods gather.
The four most powerful evil gods among them are like loudspeakers used for propaganda in a vegetable market. Their noisy voices are eager to corrupt all the psychics in the galaxy and bring them under their command.

For Fiona, psykers are certainly not easy to deal with, but they are much better than those demon believers and chaos aliens.

"Nurgle followers, has old Matthew been contaminated?"

Hearing Tang Song's words, the shop owner gloated:

"This bastard was showing off not long ago, saying that he got a batch of great stuff. I said how could the price be so high? There must be something wrong. I was right now!"

The rumbling sound of explosions resounded throughout the neighborhood. The flashes of laser guns and grenade launchers cut through the thick fog. With the two Astartes joining the battle, the battle was no longer suspenseful.

In less than a minute, the six-story self-built building was completely razed to the ground. These Emperor Angels have always been merciless to heretics.

If they were not in Holy Terra, these Astartes would not be able to move freely, and the entire block, or even the entire city, would probably be slaughtered. "Strange, the wind direction in Holy Terra seems to be a little wrong these two days, is there something wrong?"

The shop owner looked at the Astra Militarum and Astartes Space Marines passing by the shop, secretly glanced at Tang Song and others, resisted the urge to report them, and scratched his head.

Tang Song looked at the direction of the palace from afar with a strange expression: "He didn't go back?"

"It doesn't seem so!" Ryan shook his head.

The empire has always given people the impression of a shabby house that seems like it could be blown down by a slightly stronger wind.

But if you kick the door of this broken house hard, several strong Astartes will immediately jump out of the house and beat you up.

The notoriety of these Emperor's "Angels" is felt across the galaxy!
But only the upper echelons of the Imperial Senate knew that the empire was now truly on the verge of collapse and facing a life-and-death situation.

The Emperor is missing!
This news was like a bolt from the blue, shocking the imperial high-ranking officials to the point of almost fainting.

No one knows the importance of the Emperor better than them. He is not only the faith of the entire empire, but also the key to maintaining the entire empire.

Without the protection of the Emperor's nearly endless spiritual power, the Empire's communications and star routes would be mostly destroyed, not to mention that the Warp is now blocked by those mysterious enemies.

All communications and star routes were blocked, and contact with most planets and hives was lost, which made it almost impossible for the Senate's decrees to leave Terra.

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Just when the imperial leaders were in a state of collapse, heavy footsteps were heard, and the tall and heavy door of the Senate was pushed open from the outside.

A team of fully armed Imperial Guards wearing golden power armor walked in from the gate and lined up in two neat rows. In the solemn atmosphere,
The Imperial Regent, Commander-in-Chief Robert Guilliman, wearing a suit of power armor, held up the helmet of the power armor with his left hand and walked into the hall with an expressionless face.

This was one of the twenty Primarchs who had fought with the Emperor in battles across the country.

The man who pulled the empire out of collapse, half of the empire, now his lion-like golden hair seems to be a little tangled, and his bloodshot eyes make the second-in-command of the empire look exhausted.

"Your Excellency!" A senior official who held the decision-making power of the Empire just stood up in front of the long conference table. Before he could speak, Robert Guilliman raised his hand to stop him.

"I have met the Emperor!"

Robert Guilliman's words immediately relaxed the tense nerves of the entire Senate, and the sound of heavy gasps echoed throughout the hall.

After hearing the news of the Emperor's disappearance, they were like a group of fish about to die of thirst, but now they finally come back to life.

An Archbishop of the Mechanicum believed that the Emperor, after sitting on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years, had finally recovered and was able to stand up and lead the Imperium.
He cried out, "God, have you finally lowered your merciful gaze and are you going to lead your people to save the empire?"

Hearing the words of the Archbishop, Robert Guilliman's face twitched.
His face was livid and he gritted his teeth and said, "No, he gave up on us!"

The archbishop was startled. He looked at the regent in front of him and stammered:

"Your Excellency, Regent, how dare you say such blasphemous words? Do you want to betray the God-Emperor like Horus did?"

Robert Guilliman looked at him deeply, and swept his gaze across the Senate leaders present. Facing their suspicious or angry looks, he said in a deep voice:

"Betrayal? I just met with my father, and he told me that he has found a new helmsman for this primitive, dilapidated, and sinking ship of the Empire!"

Robert Guilliman had an indescribable look on his face:
"He said this helmsman could bring hope to the empire, ho ho ho—"

"Hope, what a beautiful word, I thought it was just a luxury in my dream,"

Robert Guilliman had a fake smile on his face, and he said with a grin:

“This ship is old and dilapidated, and I have been struggling for a long time, but for me, it is also the result of my hard work for half my life!

I want to test whether this "hope" can save the empire and relieve me of this burden.

Gentlemen! Are you interested in following me? "

All the high-ranking officials of the empire stared at the imperial regent with puzzlement, not understanding what had gone wrong with him. It didn't seem like he had been bewitched by Tzeentch.
Robert Guilliman did not explain much after he finished speaking, but turned and walked into the hall, followed closely by a group of Emperor's Guards, leaving everyone in the hall confused.

Soon after Robert Guilliman walked out of the hall, a "declaration of war" from the Dark Council was placed on the Senate's meeting table.

Three huge Hunter-class destroyers passed through the Terra Skyport, but did not dock, but instead headed directly to the surface of the planet.

With Senate authorization, several warships were not attacked by Tyranid anti-aircraft fire.

The three warships passed through the atmosphere and hovered in the square in front of the palace under the gaze of countless people.

The heavy hatch slowly opened with the muffled sound of the hatch pressure relief valve.

One after another huge hatches opened, and team after team of dull looking Space Marines, about three meters tall, walked out of the battleships with heavy steps.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom." The Terminator's power armor took heavy steps. All the armors moved in the same rhythm. The dull footsteps made the onlookers look pale.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom." There was no difference in the movements of all the Astartes, and thousands of Space Marines acted as one.

All the movements are extremely standard, stepping, swinging arms, the uniform movements have a strange aura that makes people feel chilled.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom." From the sky, all the Astartes appeared to be in a line horizontally, vertically, and diagonally.

With the sun shining upon them, these Astartes looked like demons from hell.

The Terminator's power armor does not reflect any light at all. The two red eyes on their black masks are the only light on their bodies. These armors are like a steel wall.

Walk down from the battleship step by step and move forward step by step.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom" the black square formation was advancing and advancing. Apart from the low and monotonous footsteps, there was no other sound in the queue.

The dull crash seemed to occupy the entire universe.

These Ultramarines from the Thirteenth Regiment had fought their way out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and their murderous aura was so strong that it was suffocating.
A dozen Astartes can often decide the outcome of a war, and here, there are nearly ten thousand of them!

A low dragon roar was heard from the ship's part, and a black beam of light rushed into the sky, followed by a huge skull emblem that appeared in the beam of light!
Robert Guilliman raised his head and looked at the emblem that symbolized the Thirteenth Chapter.

The soldiers of the Thirteenth Squadron marched forward in neat rows until all their companions came out of the warship.

A neatly arranged square of one hundred by eighty was lined up in front of Robert Guilliman, which was certainly not the full staffing of the Thirteenth Regiment.

During its heyday, the Thirteenth Regiment had a strength of up to 250,000 men!

This was a vanguard force that arrived at the fastest speed after receiving his order.

Robert Guilliman is no longer the Regent of the Empire, but the commander-in-chief of the Thirteenth Regiment. His voice suddenly becomes as sonorous and powerful as the friction of steel.

"Long time no see!" said Robert Guilliman.

With a "chi chi" sound, all the power armors were released from combat mode at the same time, and the helmets on top of the armored heads opened.

At this moment, eight thousand Ultramarines revealed their true faces and saluted Robert Guilliman in unison.

Everyone's posture is exactly the same, and everyone's palms and fingers are held at exactly the same angles.

"Tsk tsk, look at their attitude, Ryan, why do I feel like we are the villains!"

Among the crowd around the square in front of the palace, Tang Song was holding a skewer of unknown animal meat in his hand, gnawing on it with his mouth full of oil while watching this spectacular scene.

Ryan held a piece of what seemed to be freshly baked croissant in his hand, enjoying the crispy and burnt aroma.

"Boss, if you want a military parade, I can organize one for you that is a million times grander than this one!"

"That's not necessary. You know that I, your boss, am shy and socially anxious!" Mr. Tang shook his head and laughed.

Ryan shook his head and said, "I don't understand why you are doing this. Is it just to recruit a few vassal legions? It's totally unnecessary!"

"This is a bet between me and that big golden guy!"

"But with your strength, boss, you can easily end this bet if you want!"

Tang Song wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth with his index finger and looked towards the direction of the Imperial Senate:
"Compared to the constraints after occupation, it is more direct to fight them. Once they are defeated, you won't have to deal with so many petty tricks when governing them!"

Ryan naturally took out a white handkerchief and handed it to Tang Song, just as he did when he was Tang Song's personal butler.
Tang Song took it and wiped his fingers and the corners of his mouth.

"There's no need to go through so much trouble. If they make trouble, just kill them all!" The elegant butler looked in the direction of Tang Song towards the palace, but calmly said the cruelest words.

As the two were talking, several girls dressed in punk outfits in front of them were blushing as they watched the Regent review the troops. One little girl gritted her teeth and kept muttering:
"Oh my god, this is a real warrior, much stronger than those Astra Militarum soldiers. This chapter emblem, could this be the legendary Thirteenth Chapter? Fiona, I really want to join them!"

"It is basically impossible for mortals to join the war group, unless they can withstand genetic modification, but the mortality rate is too high!"

The arm was replaced with a robotic arm. The white girl with a ponytail smelled the aroma of barbecue, turned around to look at the tender and delicate Tang Song behind her, her eyes stayed on the big skewer of barbecue in his hand for a second, and she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

(End of this chapter)