I write apocrypha in Warhammer

"Lion, Lion, are things okay over there?"

Although Lucas's voice is not very pleasant, it unexpectedly gives people a sense of stability.

"We are about to attack the enemy's command post. Everything is going smoothly so far. Is there another problem, Jackal?"

Maul took long strides over the corpses on the ground and asked rhetorically.

Battle is not just a chat, every communication must have its important reason.

"In that case, that's good. When you strike later, try to be quick, fast, and clean." Lucas emphasized.

When it comes to online publicity, no matter how bad things get, people can just cut off the network cable as a precaution, so it's important to act swiftly and resolutely.

Hearing Lucas's words, Moore couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: "I'm really sorry, my action efficiency did not meet your expectations."

He thought that the speed at which he was advancing with his troops was acceptable, but he didn't expect that this guy actually disliked his slowness and even called him to urge him. This was a bit unbearable.

"No, no, I have a very important task for you to do." Lucas knew as soon as he heard that Moore had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "Check your mobile terminal, you should receive a message. video file."

Moore took out the mobile terminal from his waist with a puzzled look on his face, and sure enough he found that a file had been transferred.

He curiously clicked in and took a look. What was playing inside was the scene that took place in the Second Temple, where the Word Bearers were mocked through the door.

"That method really worked?"

After realizing what happened, Moll's facial expression twitched.

Beside him, more than a dozen old guardsmen surrounded him. They couldn't restrain their curiosity and cautiously raised their heads.

As for the other green-skinned gang members nearby, they were still charging deeper into the platform, busy figures passing by in a hurry.

"It's not just as simple as it works," Lucas said excitedly, "The effect of ridicule completely exceeded expectations, and it couldn't be better."

Jackal is a pragmatist.

In his opinion, as long as the method can achieve good results, there is no need to stick to trivial matters, so he greatly appreciates these results.

However, Moore felt a little depressed.

Just like the last time he defeated Kahn, Wei Mu didn't even know what was going on here. He could easily defeat this group of traitors just by relying on the methods he had left before.

Moreover, if he used any earth-shattering magic tricks, let's not mention them. Instead, he only used bad ideas that made the enemy furious, but were effective.

The same goes for you Word Bearers. Since you are already prepared to be a coward, why can't you be more thorough and resolute to prevent that kid from succeeding in his conspiracy?

In that case, I can still look up to you.

In the end, he could have survived for a long time, but because of a little provocation, he was like a grumpy green guy who had his Scrooge stolen. He rushed out and killed himself.

It’s no wonder that your 17th Legion is often despised by other colleagues.

And the most important thing is that facing a group of guys who were so arrogant, Moore felt that there was no reason why he would lose.

You must perform well in the battle later.

After that, Moore stopped where he was and took a moment to browse the entire video roughly at four times the playback speed to ensure that there were no flaws in the file during the transfer.

The Old Guards who were watching on the sidelines stared at the rapidly changing pictures on the mobile terminal, completely unaware of what was going on.

They didn't dare to ask questions casually, for fear of disturbing Angel Angel, so they just stared with their big eyes and their expressions looked naive.

After confirming that the video file in his hand was OK, Moore then asked Lucas: "So what do you mean by sending this video to me?"

Although he actually already had speculation in his heart.

"I hope you can quickly seize the command post in front, and then use their communication channel to present this video to all the Word Bearers." Lucas's voice came from the earphones.

As expected, the Jackal's intention was exactly that.

Since this method was used on the Word Bearers in the Second Temple with such outstanding results, then when it was used on other traitors, the situation must not be much worse than this.

As the saying goes, happiness alone is not as good as happiness among everyone. It is really good when everyone is happy.

Helping this group of Word Bearers recall the difficult years 10,000 years ago, and then allowing them to compare the happy present after making the "correct" choice, can be regarded as a way of remembering the bitterness and remembering the sweetness.

The key to the problem is how to turn this plan into reality.

Maul thought for a moment and then said: "The Word Bearers will not watch me operate their communication system, and when other enemies realize that this platform has fallen, they will immediately completely block the communication here."

"That's why I want you to be more flexible." Lucas said, "As long as you can successfully send one file, it will be enough to make them all furious."

The Word Bearers would definitely not want to watch such a disgusting video a second time.

"It's not an easy thing to do."

Moore objectively analyzed the feasibility of the plan.

"But I believe in your strength, Dark Angel, you are the eldest sons of the legion!"

Lucas acted like a cheerleader.

"Don't put a high hat on me, Jackal." Moore curled his lips and then said, "But of course I will complete the task smoothly."

He is never afraid of any challenge and recognizes the huge tactical help this operation has brought.

Just thinking that he had to use his martial arts and glory to spread this kind of thing made Moir feel unhappy.

He probably would never get used to this kind of thing.

I originally thought that there was Lucas next to him who was very interested in this and could leave all such matters to him in the future. Unexpectedly, after a period of commotion, the problem eventually returned to him.

"Then I'll be waiting for your good news! I sincerely hope that the Word Bearers have prepared enough anti-hypertensive drugs."

Lucas was looking forward to the scene of the traitors and the whole nation being violent.

"Even if they have enough medicine in stock, the chance of using it is slim."

With such a suitable opportunity, Moore naturally hopes to annihilate all these Word Bearers to avoid future troubles.

Antihypertensive drugs and the like should be saved for them to go to hell.

"And I'm going to try to make sure of that," Lucas said with a smile.

Just now, the flagship of the Golden Beard Pirates under his command, the "Violent Iron Fist", destroyed another enemy ship.

The ancient Chaos battleship was torn to pieces in the flames of the giant cannon and reduced to a pile of burning space junk.

At the same time, his side was also attacked by enemy artillery fire, and the violent explosion caused the ship to tremble.

"The Emperor be with you, brother," Maul said.

"Same to you, brother," Lucas replied.

Then, the two hung up the communication.

Fierce roars and gunfire sounded not far ahead, and the command post of the defense platform was being attacked by green-skinned troops.

Moore breathed a long sigh of relief, regained his composure, and then led the surrounding Old Guards to stride forward and plunge into the battle again.