I'm definitely not Warhammer Evil God

Chapter 61 Olander’s Ambition
Olander followed his men to the planetary governor's bedroom.

This was the first time he went deep into the Governor's Palace.

The door of the governor's bedroom is decorated with hollow and complex gold ornaments, which is full of artistic atmosphere at first sight.

What he saw after opening the door finally opened Olander's eyes!

The bedroom is very large, over 300 square meters, and the four walls and ceiling are seamlessly connected with a complete mirror composition.

In the middle of the bedroom was a large bed. Olander had estimated that it could accommodate ten people.

Lying on such a bed, no matter which mirror wall you look at, you can see your majestic appearance.

The man brought a remote control and pressed a button like a treasure. The middle of the bed automatically rose and fell.

Or an automatic massage table.

There are some items scattered on the bed. These items are not big. If you look closely, you can see that they are all small toys that add interest.

It is worth noting that these small toys are all exquisite technological creations.

Olander subconsciously took these small toys from his men and padded them in his hands.

Um!Very high quality, definitely high-end goods.

After sighing, Olander suddenly realized what was in his hand, and immediately threw away these obviously expensive toys as if he had been burned.

He reached out and wiped his hands hard twice on his clothes, and then picked up a smooth piece of cloth from the ground. Olander wiped his hands repeatedly in disgust.

He is not a local leopard from these feudal worlds, he is a player and knows what these things are.

As a devout Christian, Olander repented a few words in his heart, and he felt that God had forgiven him.

With this matter in mind, Olander said to his subordinates impatiently: "You came to me just because you want me to see this?"

The subordinate was shocked and immediately shook his head and said: "No, my lord, it's mainly these things."

He followed his men to the bedside and pulled out a cabinet with several boxes of potions in it.

"My lord, these potions are very magical. They can make those who drink them happy all the time."

The subordinate took out a pink potion as if offering a treasure and handed it to Olander with both hands.

Olander took the potion. The charming pink color in the potion seemed to tempt Olander to drink it.

"Has anyone drank this?" Olander asked, looking at the pink potion.

"Halanke drank." The man said carefully.

"What about people?"

"In another house."

"lead the way."

"Yes."

Leaving the bedroom full of depravity, Olander walked into another bedroom with a gloomy face.

Harlank caressed his body with hazy eyes, making a strange smile of unknown meaning from his mouth, twisting around on the ground like a maggot.

Olander looked at the potion again and asked, "How many potions are there in total?"

"They're all here." His subordinates meant that Olander was interested and immediately gave the potion to Olander.

After taking the potion, Olander suddenly smiled and asked: "If I still want these potions, where can I find them?"

His smile was stiff, but his subordinates didn't notice it.

"I can search again, and maybe I can find some." The man gritted his teeth.

Oland carefully observed the expressions of his subordinates. They were his trusted subordinates, and he could tell if they were lying.

The subordinate's expression didn't look like he was lying, it seemed like he really didn't have any more.

So Oland threw it hard and the potion shattered on the ground.

"I don't need this kind of thing, and no one will be allowed to use this kind of thing in the future. Do you understand?" Olander said coldly.

"Understood!" The man lowered his head.

After saying that, Olander left without any hesitation.

Harlank, who was writhing on the ground, took a few deep breaths, and his hazy eyes became a little fresher.

He looked firmly at the potion scattered on the ground, crawling towards the potion scattered on the ground like an excited maggot.Holland returned to the front hall and washed his hands several times unluckily.

Two people were sitting leisurely in the front hall.

One has a face like a turtle, with triangular eyes with drooping corners.

The other face is very broad and looks very honest, but when you turn your eyes inadvertently, you can see that this guy's eyes take up a lot of whites.

"What's wrong?" The triangular-eyed Ishihira Taro turned his head slightly and asked.

"It's nothing. Some of my people are slaves and don't have much knowledge. I want to see everything I find." Olander said casually.

"Ha! Slaves are slaves after all. They are lazy and stupid. You can't expect too much from them. If you want to govern your country well, you must use more intellectuals." Wang Fuzhong, who had white eyes, said in an educational tone.

Olander did not answer Wang Fuzhong's words and returned directly to his seat.

This made Wang Fuzhong feel very unhappy. Why did you just answer Shi Pingtaro when he talked to you, and you pretended not to hear me when I talked to you?
Wang Fuzhong secretly resented: You are an uneducated foreigner who doesn't know how to respect your seniors. I originally wanted to teach you some survival experience in the reincarnation game, but now it seems that you should suffer more!
Taro Shiping cast a sidelong glance at Wang Fuzhong. This guy's tendency to be cautious about newcomers and to be a teacher has not changed at all.

"Continuing with the topic just now, you said that other players don't come because they don't think highly of me?" Olander asked.

"Yes! Some players know about the Warhammer 40K world, so they don't think highly of you, and there are also loose factions among players, and some factions have very bad relations." Taro Ishihira said seriously.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Olander understands that factional conflicts are inevitable.

When he was feeling unhappy, Wang Fuzhong suddenly interrupted.

"Another important reason why they didn't come is that you were very rude. You knew we were here to assist you, but you didn't go find anyone. Who were you just sitting there waiting for?" Wang Fuzhong said very rudely.

Oland roared angrily, raised the giant ax in his hand, and slashed at Wang Fuzhong.

Wang Fuzhong sneered and wanted to teach this uneducated guy a lesson.

But before the two of them could fight, two black and red columnar tentacles blocked the two of them.

Olander's giant ax was crotched by a cylindrical tentacle as thick as an arm.

After retracting the giant ax, Olander glanced at Taro Ishihira fearfully and returned to his original position.

Two black and red columnar tentacles returned to Ishihira Taro's waist.

Wang Fuzhong became even more disdainful of Olander who did not continue to take action.

Taro Ishihira was also speechless. Wang Fuzhong was such a bad guy. When he met a strong person, he would be flattering to death, but when he met a newcomer, he would be extremely tough.

But people like Wang Fuzhong can live well in the reincarnation game. Even the strong people Wang Fuzhong meets think that Wang Fuzhong is very aware of current affairs.

Olander asked uncertainly: "Are you the son of a ghoul?"

Ishihira Taro took back his child, his scarlet eyes disappeared, and his smile gradually became abnormal: "Yes, so you have to provide me with a living person every day, preferably a pure girl under 16 years old. This is a little personal hobby of mine .”

"That way I can provide you with more useful information."

……

Liu Haodong kicked away the seven recruits who challenged him.

"Next!"

The prepared recruits walked into the duel pit with their training knives.

The sound of heavy power armor footsteps came.

Centurion Gruner came to the ship's duel pit and shouted: "Okay, everyone, get ready. The subspace voyage is over. We have already left Mandeville Point."

The recruits left the duel pit, and Liu Haodong explained to the two recruits of the Brotherhood what "Mandeville Point" is.

No way, the World Eaters never teach the lesson of culture when training new recruits.

This is easy to understand, and you don’t need much culture after you hit the Butcher’s Nail.

Recently, these two fraternity recruits have become much closer to Liu Haodong.

The three of them sorted out their carapace and weapons together.

Come to the ship's training ground together.

Waiting for the baptism of the first war to show the traitors the wrath of the Emperor.

Of course, the new recruits are not the main force.

The main force is 500 fully armed World Eaters.

(End of this chapter)