I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 111: Silver Skeleton in Flesh

"A good start." General Droste rubbed his eyes with his bony fingers.

He was one hundred and eighty years old and had seen countless wars, but the war in Asford still made him tired.

If it weren't for Zhou Yun's performance in District 13, he would probably be even more exhausted.

"The artillery I arranged in the Castle Lord's Ring blocked the Tyranid reinforcements for a long time, which gave us... and you an opportunity."

General Droste said in a deep voice:

"The main force of the Tyranid swarm landed on the outskirts of the nest, and His Excellency Zhou Yun led the troops to intercept them. When they retreated, Tyranid only gained a large area that was empty, which gave the swarm a painful lesson."

"Besides, we were attacked by Licat."

When Sister Magda heard the word "Licarte", her heart suddenly rose.

She said in a low voice: "It will come again, again and again, and keep stabbing you."

Sister Magda had such a Licat opponent.

She had been hunted since she was a young nun.
She had just killed it again.

"No more." Zhou Yun said in a flat tone.

"No?" Sister Magda was stunned.

She really wanted to tell Zhou Yun that Licat could be resurrected again and again.

But then she remembered that it was actually Zhou Yun who told her about this.

"You... you actually killed a Licat? Its consciousness didn't return to the Hive Mind?"

Sister Magda couldn't contain her shock.

She had no idea how Zhou Yun did it.

Zhou Yun just smiled lightly and shook his head to indicate that only he could do this and there was no possibility of replicating Sister Magda.

Sister Magda could only sigh.

"We still have 40% of the Lower Hive city area, and with it we have resisted the first wave of Zerg invasion. What about you?" asked General Droste.

Sister Magda sighed: "Thanks to the Emperor's grace, everything is fine."

"I convinced the local nomads, who did not believe in the State Church and the Emperor, that I could purify them when necessary."

"But now I am their protector. Their huge crawler machines and our rhino transport vehicles form a convoy, moving while resisting the Tyranid swarms that fall from the sky. But there are too many of them and our artillery fire is not so sufficient."

"Finally my Seraph squad had to take to the air on jump packs, where they engaged in a firefight with Tyranid flying creatures."

"Fortunately, we managed to resist the invasion and began to evacuate to the star port."

At this point, Sister Magda Grace's weathered face revealed a sad smile:

“It’s really ironic that the herders saw me killing Likat.”

"This is exactly the same as the scene in their legend where the saint killed the chameleon dragon."

“They call me Saint Grace now, Saint Grace the Chameleon Slayer.”

Sister Magda couldn't help but laugh out loud at the irony of the situation:

"Can you believe it? Not long ago they were calling me a butcher, insulting me, disgusting me and doubting me."

"Now they trust me completely and have no complaints against me."

"When I said I hope they believe in the Emperor, they responded crazily. For a long time, I have been trying to break their superstitious beliefs, but I didn't expect it to be effective at this time."

"This may be the emperor's arrangement." Lena suddenly said.

Coincidentally, she also created the Ark Gang under the guidance of a series of wonderful coincidences, so that they are now fighting with the Astra Militarum in the Lower Nest.
These gang members would disperse the crowd, assist in combat, lead the Astra Militarum through complex streets and alleys, and point out possible infiltration channels.
"That must be the best arrangement." Sister Magda smiled and said, "No matter what, I will protect these herdsmen."

"What about the others? How are they doing?"

Sister Magda was asking about the status of the garrisons on other planets.

General Droste could only shake his head helplessly: "I don't know."

"I was unable to establish communications with the soldiers on other planets."

"It's Perdita, the world of death."

General Droste paused, giving Sister Magda time to recall the information about the death world. Perdita is the outermost planet of Asford, an icy death world with barely enough atmosphere for people to breathe, but its severe cold can still kill all life.

There were no residents living there, so it was a worthless target for Terran.

But Zhou Yun played a trick. He suggested that General Droste gather the serious criminals on Asford and throw them all to Perdita.
The hungry swarm will certainly not let go of these delicious biomass, and part of their fleet will be attracted over there.
The defenders of other planets can reduce some of the pressure.

"I received news that the cargo hold carrying the serious criminals has been dropped on Perdita," said General Droste.

This means Zhou Yun's plan was successful.
The cold, knife-like hurricane cut through the dry Black Rock Mountains and stabbed Ivanka's body, making him feel like he was being stabbed by a thousand gangsters.

He curled up beside the wreckage of the cargo hold, trying to preserve his body temperature as much as possible.

"Asshole. Who on earth did this?"

Even though the cold continued to eat away at him, Ivanka couldn't help but curse out loud:

"Throwing us into this crappy place to attract the attention of those aliens, what a fucking bastard"

Ivanka knows what her destiny is.
Either die in this cold wind, or become food for the aliens invading the Hades galaxy.

Ivanka felt like crying, but she couldn't even cry.
He is such an unlucky fellow.
Ivanka thought about it and realized that her bad luck could be traced back to the old eighth district.

He was originally a small leader in a nest gang. He received an order from the boss to lead a group of people to dig up the buried old area eight.
Who would have thought that a terrifying cultist who looked like a lion would appear?

Not only did he hold him hostage and pass through the gang's stronghold, he also took out a strange golden ring and sneaked into the Old Eighth District in one go.

By the time Ivanka hurriedly dug up Area 8 and found the PDF base inside, it had already been emptied.

Ivanka realized that the gang boss would never let her go, so she immediately decided to run away.

He first found the way to Dichao through his previous connections and planned to escape to Dichao.

Who knew that before he could leave, the bishop of the Four-Armed God Emperor sect and the two leaders of the mutants in the bottom nest were killed, and the whole bottom nest was in chaos.
Even the old boatman who was responsible for picking them up was killed for no apparent reason.

What a bad luck!
Ivanka gritted her teeth and had no choice but to take the risk and sneak into the upper nest.

As a result, the entire Ninth District was placed under martial law due to some heresy and corruption, and even the church was demolished.

Ivanka was very unlucky and was caught by a battle nun named Agilade.

Ivanka was then subjected to an extremely painful interrogation. After it was confirmed that she was not a heretic, she was thrown into a cell that only serious criminals could enter.

What bad luck!

Even worse,

I don't know which evil smoke-emitting thing actually gave advice to the general of the Astra Militarum Army.

We can pack up all these serious criminals and throw them into the death world of Perdita to attract the attention of the aliens.
I'm so unlucky!

Ivanka gritted her teeth.
He now wanted to strangle those guys who hurt him.
The cultist who looked like a lion, the guy who killed the Four-Armed God-Emperor Bishop and the mutant leader, the guy who put the Ninth District under martial law, and the guy who suggested to the Astra Militarum General that the most severely convicted criminals be sent to Perdita,

These four bastards. Ivanka really wants to kill them all one by one!
As Ivanka was cursing, a gust of cold wind blew, stabbing Ivanka like thousands of knives.

Ivanka hurriedly hugged Shuangxi tightly and continued to shiver in the corner of the damaged cargo hold.
Many of these pods were thrown onto Perdita,

Some of the more fortunate convicts may have their cargo holds intact, still able to isolate themselves from the cold wind to a certain extent.

But Ivanka obviously didn't have such luck.

He has always been so inexplicably unlucky.

Ivanka shrank up and wanted to cry, but the cold wind dried his eyes and he couldn't cry.
He vaguely thought of his father, the honest worker in the hive.
Ivanka's father had already cut off contact with him. He didn't want to see Ivanka become a gangster.
Ivanka also didn't want to be a hive worker sweating in a scorching factory, then give birth to a child and have him continue to be a worker.

But if she could choose again, Ivanka would rather be a worker.
In the cold wind, he even began to like the hot factory in his memory.

He also missed his father, the taciturn but devout believer in the Emperor.
The tall, thin father who worked hard for the Emperor and his family
Tall and thin
Ivanka blinked in confusion. He seemed to see several tall and thin figures appearing in the distance.
They were barely visible in the cold wind, but their steps were unusually firm, as if the cold wind had no effect on them.

Do these people have cold-resistant clothing and equipment?

Ivanka's face showed joy.

Does this mean that he can still be saved?
Ivanka hurriedly stepped out of the room, fearing that these people would not notice her.
"I'm here! There's someone here!!!"

He waved his arms and shouted loudly as he ran towards the figures.
As he approached, the blurry figures in the dim light gradually became clearer.
Ivanka stopped.
It was a group of skeletons made of pale metal, emitting a strange orange-yellow light, and covered in human flesh stained with blood.

"Fuck, this is so fucking unlucky."

These were Ivanka's last words in her life, and a beam of light shot towards him.

(End of this chapter)