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

The broad streets used for religious processions became battlefields, and the integrated Legions of Atonement became the executioners who destroyed the hive. Believers who believed in the Emperor used his name to persecute them in the streets and were unwilling to stand with them. people together.

"This is nonsense. I didn't see any profanity symbols. How did these people rebel?"

Tarot was puzzled. He and Benben were hiding in a house. He stuck his head out and observed the situation on the street.

A series of stray bullets hit Tarot on the top of his head, and shards of glass fell on his head.

The Atonement Legion is currently fighting against the new Imperial Guard that is being reorganized and trained in the hive. On one side are the fanatical believers who have not received training, and on the other side are the new recruits who have been caught off guard.

It's really a battle of half a pound versus eight ounces.

The Atonement Legion's charge was not even as good as Krieg's wooden heads. They would not even spread out to cross the fire blockade, and then rely on the bunker to regroup.

"Hold! For the Emperor! The throne will not accept any traitor!"

The political commissar wearing a big-brimmed hat shot several recruits, either because they tried to escape or because they were too timid to fight and did not unleash their fury against the traitors.

Those heads shot to pieces by bolt pistols are more frightening than the stray bullets fired by the Atonement Legion. The political commissars in the Imperial Guard are far more intimidating among these recruits than the believers with scriptures wrapped around their bodies.

"Benben wants to eat."

"Okay, let's go, I won't rest."

Under Benben's urging, Tarot led Benben out of the door. It would be better for these Imperial Guards to stay here to help him attract firepower. Now he and Benben were going to sneak all the way into the Tribunal Hall and bring Lars down. Te's ancient book was burned so that he could know something big was going on here.

After all, those Stormtroopers might not be able to find the secret room where the books were kept, and Tarot was also afraid that everyone in the Tribunal was already dead. It is safest to do it yourself and confirm it yourself at all times.

He forcefully opened the mouth of a sewer manhole, which led to the ventilation duct of an air purification station near the court hall. He had already cleaned up this secret passage.

Just as easily as he used steel knives and flamethrowers to clear paths in the woods in Catachan.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to sneak out and drink a few bottles of wine. Even tank oil can't be found in this miserable place of the Inquisition, so he can't make his own wine.

"Come on Benben, come down."

"No, it's too dark."

"Do you want to eat my sister-in-law's food?"

"think."

"Then come down!"

"Uh, no, it's too dark."

Tarot sighed. If Benben was determined not to go down, there was really nothing he could do. "Okay, okay, let me see if there is anything around here that can help you, this stupid person."

"Take this and eat slowly here. I'll be back later."

If Benben is given a can of compressed food, Tarot will carry a few cans with him so that Benben can sit quietly in one place instead of playing boringly by smashing the wall.

Seeing the way Benben opened the lid of the can and dug it out with his fingers, Tarot knew that he didn't have much time to waste.

"Hopefully this will allow me to sneak in."

Tarot's hands were stained with cigarette ashes on the ground, and he roughly drew an eight-pointed star on his face, and then walked in the other direction where the Atonement Army and the Imperial Guard were fighting.

He didn't want to be sent to the throne by those bullets that were not accurate. The mission was not completed, so how could he die so easily.

After running quickly through a block, Tarot heard the sounds of begging for mercy and wailing. He looked around and saw that it was a small group of the Atonement Army trying to break into a house.

They used axes and hammers in their hands to break down the door, and with the sound of their knocks, the people in the house cried in fear.

"Hey! How about letting me do this! I also want to kill a few Imperial lackeys! I hate the Emperor the most."

Mr. Emperor, I have no choice but to use Tarot. Please forgive me. I swear when I find the tank oil, I'll pour the first bottle of wine on your statue.

"What?"

Those people looked at Tarot who was walking step by step with crimson eyes, and the movement of breaking the door was also much slower.

"Kill him! He is a heretic!"

"Fuck!"

Tarot looked at the group of atonement soldiers rushing towards him and clenched his knife tightly. This was completely different from what he thought. Are these people depraved or not? Why do people who draw stars want to be so crazy and cut them down?

"Okay, Mr. Emperor, if you are willing to tell me why these people are crazy, I can also make you a steel knife unique to Catachan."

Tarot held the knife and rushed forward, wiping the eight-pointed star on his face with his hand.

The steel knife was swung out with great force and collided with an axe. This kind of force was not something that the believers of the Atonement Army could withstand.

The weapon in the believer's hand shook and fell off, and he subconsciously pinched the bones of his hand that were shaking and aching, and then he was pushed in the chin by Tarot's palm.

The shattered jaw and cracked teeth caused the believer to faint and lie on the ground spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Another believer held a sledgehammer and attacked Tarot's waist. If this blow hit, it would cause serious damage to the spine protected by the waist and abdominal muscles.

Tarot just covered his waist with his hands, pinched the hammer head hard, and chopped off his head with the steel knife in his hand.

The elbow also became one of his deadly weapons. With the rapid and powerful lift, it smashed the enemy's chest, and the broken bone fragments pierced the heart. The enemy could only lie on the ground and twitched.

Tarot killed all the more than 20 people in this Atonement Army team. One fatal blow, as well as close combat skills that directly destroyed the vital organs of the human body, made these dead corpses look strange.

His chest was deeply sunk, and his chin was as soft as a boneless Talos steak. Not to mention those whose spines were broken by being held back, like folded quilts.

"Are you...are you an Imperial Army member?"

"Ah yes! I'm still normal, tmd. Do you have a flashlight bulb or something?"

"Please come in first."

Tarot watched as a small crack opened in the broken doorway. His big hand directly grasped it and quickly opened the door and slid it in.

A little boy and his mother holding her looked at Tarot as if they saw a savior.

"Ahem, tnnd, I'm sorry, I shouldn't say this in front of the children."

"It's okay, sir. Thank you for saving us."

"What's wrong with these people? Do they believe in the Emperor or not?"

The mother shook her head and frowned, "I don't know. They suddenly smashed at the door of my house with great force. I swear to the emperor, they are all neighbors I know. I just watched them go to the Legion of Atonement this morning." Reported."

"And then just for a moment, he turned into a lunatic? What a great lizard's ass. That's great."

"Sir, is the situation outside okay? Is this a special case or are they all fighting?"

"Hi." Tarot shook his head and took a headlamp handed to him by the little boy.

"The whole nest has been reduced to ashes, and the military camp behind your block has been beaten even more severely. I have to go, I still have a mission."

When the mother heard this, her emotions that had just recovered became excited again. She begged Tarot not to leave, otherwise they would really die here. Only the emperor could know how many purges of the Atonement Army were active.

"Hey, how old are you, brat?"

"I'm 12."

"Very good! That's enough. I was able to roll around in my arms when I was 12 years old! There's no reason why you can't do it."

Tarot knelt down and handed the laser pistol on his waist to the child, and briefly taught him how to use this strong and durable weapon.

"Boy, protect your mother, you know?"

"Yes uncle."

"Brat" Tarot opened the door and left, and piled the corpses elsewhere so that the house would not become too obvious.

"May the Emperor bless you." Tarot ran quickly, rushing back to where Benben was staying.

Benben had already finished eating the can by this time, and the empty shell was stuffed in his mouth and played with.

"Benben, are you sitting here properly?"

"Bengben has."

"That's great. The Emperor saw that you were good and asked me to give you a gift."

Tarot took out the headlamp, stretched out the strap and tied it to Cunben's head.

With a bang, the light illuminated the not-so-bright room.

"Is it bright?"

"Bright."

"Tell me thank you, Mr. Emperor."

"Thank you Emperor."

"Very well, come down with me now."

"Well"

Benben still didn't want to go down into the dark sewer, but Tarot had his own way to coax the big guy.

"Do you like the gift the Emperor gave you?"

"like."

"If you don't go down, the old man will be unhappy, and then your light will be gone."

There was another snap, and the light bulb on Benben's head went out. Frightened, Benben got into the sewers and told the Emperor not to be angry because he was disobedient.

Tarot laughed helplessly, used the controller in his hand to turn on the light bulb on Benben's head, and then also got into the sewer.

He closed the lid and watched Benben turn his head, curiously watching the light bulb illuminate the darkness he feared. Tarot only felt that it was good for Benben to live like this. He didn't know anything but was still very happy.

"Not afraid of smell, not afraid of dirt, just afraid of the dark. All Oglin people are like this."

Tarot walked forward, followed by Benben, and from time to time there was the sound of shells exploding overhead and shaking pipes.

After walking for almost an hour, they finally came to a narrow entrance.

"Bengben, tear this place apart, we are going home soon."

"oh."

Benben came over and pulled the iron plate. The small opening that only allowed Tarot to get in when he lay down was made big enough for him to lower his head and get in.

The strength of this stupid guy was really outrageous. Tarot looked at the torn iron wall. Looking at the huge fan below that was still running, he activated a Clark grenade and threw it down.

Salamander: No! People! Imperial Fists: Building Structures! Ultramarines: Paperwork! Dark Angel: (laughing)