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

Seeing the watch on Delia's hand twisting to a quarter of the dial, Lin Fan knew that the attack on the Titan Cemetery had begun.

First there was fire coming from one end of the horizon, and then there were several dense bursts of continuous gunfire that could no longer be distinguished by human ears.

It felt like lighting ten bundles of firecrackers at the same time. The crackling sound of fried beans was covered by more and denser crackling sounds, and any attempt to identify the sound became an illusion.

The orcs' position was awakened by the Imperial Army's artillery. In this shimmering cemetery, Lin Fan could see the huge garbage factory awakening.

The big Waaagh! The majestic orc smiley face on the flag tower was connected by a hydraulic pump and a crane. It was breathing flames from its mouth and closed its upper and lower parts, making a harsh friction sound.

Those tattered armored vehicles of the orcs were decorated and painted differently by their owners, representing their owners' personalities and characteristics.

The entire city was even awakened in mid-air. Lin Fan could see the thick and continuous firepower of the Orc anti-aircraft artillery projecting towards the thick polluted clouds and mist in the sky. The arc of the flashing deadly metal storm across the sky was so beautiful.

It's like meteorites from the sky being fed back to the universe by people.

But Lin Fan didn't have much time to admire this unique beauty. He was currently waiting in an earth digging vehicle with the assault team. He was observing the movements of the Space Marines from the servo skull connected to the drilling vehicle.

If I could describe this operation, it couldn't be simpler.

The Imperial army attracted the attention of the Orks and fought on the beautiful plains evaporated by the plasma annihilation cannon. The Space Marines fell from the sky to clear out the fortress guns and positions that were high threats to the Orks, and also looked for the boss who commanded this area.

Lin Fan and the others wanted to take advantage of the chaos between the Space Marines and the Frontal Army to quickly find the human slaves in the city slave camps and rescue them.

As for whether to escort these captured people who have lost their honor alive, or let them continue to serve the emperor, it depends on the specific situation.

"It should be fine." Lin Fan spoke to the Mechanic Priest operating the earth-moving drill through the image transmitted through the invisible servo skull.

The equipment that Lin Fan currently wears looks ordinary, but in fact it has extremely high technological content.

Not to mention the small metaphysical statues given by the emperor, let’s talk about the small gifts that Trazin made for Lin Fan in the past few days.

The cut-off stone flakes, which have ancient military-industrial qualities and can absorb psychic energy, are rewritten as inertial scrapers that rewrite the basic operating rules and can ignore inertia to a certain extent.

There is also the ordinary full-body armor that Lin Fan is wearing now. This thing is essentially an advanced AI that can move and think on its own, and has extremely strong self-healing and shaping capabilities.

According to Trazin, he found this when he was exploring a human scientist's laboratory. At that time, this thing carrying the golden crystal of human technology was wandering aimlessly in an abandoned corridor.

It seems that when his creator wrote the code for the AI ​​​​of this suit, he was a little too humane, and even engraved the weaknesses of human nature into it.

This smart dress went crazy until Trazin recalled it and gave it to Lin Fan to wear.

It's not that Trazin can't repair the clothes, there's really no need to bother with such a simple and easy-to-understand thing. His collection only collects things that have good historical value and commemorative significance, not toys that a nerdy scientist bought from the store to comfort himself that he has a girlfriend.

The repair of damage done by this suit and the interaction with Lin Fan are what Trazin cares most about. He likes to watch plays, and the more exciting the play is and the more it goes beyond machine code, the happier he is.

This kind of fresh life can also experience the fresh taste.

And it seemed that Lin Fan was very satisfied with the self-healing function, so Trazin didn't do too much to make new things for him.

For example, the lifting technology allows you to ascend into the fourth dimension to avoid general damage and lock the enemy's position.

Since he didn't ask for it, there was no need for him to do anything more.

In his long career as a stand-in, the happiest moments were not watching the helpless struggles of these naive and cute little humans with the property left behind by the dynasty.

Instead, he uses his own identity to actively limit his own strength and experience the hard-earned satisfaction while immersing himself in the pleasure of character design.

Lin Fan didn't know that Trazin would go through so many twists and turns when he asked for something good, but the clothes he was wearing did bring him a lot of surprises.

This armor was completely transformed. Not only was there no difference in appearance, but its structure and basic materials were all standard. Even Priest Delia could not see any doubts about it.

The only problem is that this dress is a bit too talkative, and it always looks like an excited little girl opening her eyes to see the world for the first time.

But this is already good. When Lin Fan first took over this suit from Trazin, the AI ​​in it had already gone crazy. It was not because of the waste code or the problem of electronic demons, but it was just that the intelligence was too high. A dress goes crazy in loneliness.

Fortunately, Lin Fan has a powerful ability to purify negative attributes. To be honest, he thinks it is better to call these abilities the power of thinking, because his subconscious wants to use them, wants them, and then these things really come to him. The subconscious compromised.

Now Lin Fan was enduring the sound of excitement that only he could hear.

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He is not bothered by such voices. After all, the voice is sweet and the volume is moderate. It is quite comfortable after getting used to it. The only problem is that it interferes with his thoughts too much on the battlefield.

"Oh! My God! Oh my God! My dear, what did I see! The magical orc!" The clothes on the body cheered again. If it weren't for the armor that fixed the body, the clothes would have seemed excited. The chest rises and falls like a human being with excitement.

"I said Xiaoyi, don't make such a fuss. We still have a lot of things to do. If you yell like this, I will be distracted."

Xiao Yi didn't reply immediately. Lin Fan only felt that his body was tightened by the clothes, and it felt like someone with a graceful figure was holding him.

Mud, what on earth did the previous owner use this suit for?

Lin Fan complained silently and ignored the hug feeling coming from his body. He saw several meteor-like firelights falling from the sky. Those were Kaiser White Fang and the others riding the airdrop pod directly into the enemy's territory.

The airdrop pod adjusted its movements slightly in the air, dodging the Orcs' artillery. From time to time, it would fly out a decoy missile that attracted the firepower of the Orcs' missiles and exploded in the air, but it did not affect the trajectory of the airdrop pod.

Smashing into the ground, crushing a few unlucky orcs who couldn't dodge into meat pies, the doors of the airdrop cabins opened, and the warriors of the Space Wolves walked out of them.

Wodehouse, with psychic lightning flashing in his eyes, Bennett, who wore black priest armor, and Cather White Fang, who always had a jug of strong liquor hanging on his waist, led the reckless and bloody Bloodclaw cubs and Calm. The experienced gray hunter came to the battlefield.

Who will win? A group of immortal gods who existed wherever the universe existed, or a psychic kid from the Stone Age.