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

Chapter 117 Dante and Mephiston

Zhou Yun looked at Rag, who was lying on the ground and wailing in pain.

"Brother Zhou Zhouyun," Rag's voice stretched out, his already gray face becoming even grayer due to blood loss.

Raghu took short, heavy breaths, his voice full of pain.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but sigh.
Although this guy is a bastard and a bad guy, and has cheated me several times,

But in Xiachao, he wasn't a particularly bad person, and he was an acquaintance Zhou Yun had known for many years.
Seeing that he was about to die, Zhou Yun couldn't help but feel a little bit of pity in his heart.

"I thought you would never die." Zhou Yun shook his head and said.

This guy, Rag, is always good at saving his life. He has survived many gang wars and is known as the legendary King of Endurance in Xiachao.
But it seems that his life-saving skills are of little use in the face of the insect swarm.

"I'm so unlucky." Rag said tearfully, "I clearly killed that gun bug."

"But... But I wanted to grab the gun it dropped, but who knew the gun was alive. It fired at me."

Listening to Lager's words, Zhou Yun was speechless.
He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and rub his brows, and the little bit of pity in his heart immediately disappeared, because
"Didn't you read the little book I sent you? 'An Encyclopedia of Tyranid Biology That Even Ogryn Should Know'."

"I have written it in bold red font: The gunworm's gun is a Tyranid creature that lives with it. After killing the gunworm, please finish off the carnivorous gun. Do not try to pick up the Tyranid creature's weapons and use them."

When Zhou Yun wrote the Tyranid Biological Encyclopedia, he took into account the possibility that gang members might do this, and specifically emphasized this point.

But Raghu apparently didn't even look at it.
"what------"

Listening to Zhou Yun's words, Rag's voice suddenly lengthened:

"I am thinking. I get a headache when I read."

Sure enough, Zhou Yun couldn't help but shook his head.
"You can't blame anyone else for this." He sighed and said, "You died for the Emperor, and your soul will return to the Golden Throne."

"No, Brother Zhou Yun," Rag said with a painful look on his face, "I haven't had the Aksema wine yet. I want to drink it."

"You're still thinking about wine at this time? Where can I get you Aksema?"

Zhou Yun said speechlessly,

At this time, where could Zhou Yun find a bottle of Aksai Ma for Lager?

In the time it takes to go back and forth, I'm afraid Rag would have been dead long ago, huh?
He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly it rang, and it seemed that he really had a pot of Aksai Ma on him.

"You're lucky." Zhou Yun shrugged and took out the patterned wine jug from his four-dimensional pocket.
This wine jug was a treasure of General Droste, and was later stolen by the Leitlings, and then won by Zhou Yun in a shooting competition.
It just happened to contain General Droste's treasured Aksema wine.
The moment Rag saw the wine jug, his eyes lit up: "Aksema?"

Zhou Yun nodded.

"Brother Zhou Yun, let me drink one sip, just one sip. It will be worth it even if I die!" Rag said with an expectant expression.

Zhou Yun signaled to Rag to open his mouth, and Rag quickly opened his mouth.

Zhou Yun tore off the bottle cap and poured the translucent liquor into Rager's mouth. Rager took a big sip with joy.

Then his expression immediately changed from joy to ugliness and disbelief.

"It doesn't taste good." Rag said with a painful look on his face, and there was a sense of disillusionment and emptiness in his shaking eyes.

"No way, this is General Droste's treasure."

Zhou Yun picked up the wine jug and poured a sip into his mouth.
"Pah, spicy and fishy."

He couldn't help but spit it out.

The taste is not even as good as the scarlet wine brewed by the old one-eyed man, which is full of technology and hard work.

The alcohol concentration in this pot of Aksema is too high. It only tastes strong and spicy. Zhou Yun felt his mouth was burning after taking a sip.

General Droste's taste is a little too unique.

"Why is it so unpalatable?" Rag said with a hollow voice.

Zhou Yun sighed softly.

Rag wanted to taste Amasek all his life, but when he was about to die, he took a sip and found that the thing he had been chasing all his life was extremely unpalatable.

"You just..."

"Over here! There seem to be wounded people here!" Before Zhou Yun could finish his words, a medical soldier walked over quickly accompanied by other Star Army soldiers.

"Mr. Zhou Yun." The medical soldier nodded slightly towards Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that because the Zerg voluntarily retreated in this battle, the casualties of the Star Army were not serious, and the pressure on the medical soldiers was not too great.
Zhou Yun watched the medical soldier squat down to treat Rag, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Is there still a risk of recovery?" Zhou Yun asked the medical soldier and Rag.

".That's all?" The medic pointed at Rag and said, "This is at most a minor injury in our Cadia."

The medic injected some kind of injection into Rag's body, and Rag immediately let out a wail. This made the medic's surgical instruments almost fall to the ground.
Pah!!! The medic slapped Rag on the face.

"What are you yelling about? This is just a minor injury. Isn't it just a few rotten intestines?"

"Give yourself an injection of anesthesia, quickly!"

Watching the medical soldiers skillfully begin the treatment, Zhou Yun couldn't help but hold his head and shook his head.

It seems that even the Tyranid Swarm cannot kill the legendary King of Endurance.
Aboard the Avenger, astropaths and navigators are dying
The Blood Angels' battle flagship was slowly piercing through the thick shadow of the warp like a sharp blade falling into a swamp.

From time to time, the terrifying roars of wild beasts could be heard in the heavy shadows woven by the will of the hive.
Even though Dante had seen countless terrible enemies over the long years, it was still horrifying to hear the hungry sounds in the shadows of the Warp.

The Blade of Vengeance had to return to the real universe briefly.

As the shadow of the subspace grows thicker, navigation in the subspace becomes increasingly difficult.

As the commander of the Blood Angels, Dante ordered to rush to the Hades system as quickly as possible regardless of sacrifice.

Because he knew that the power of Hades Galaxy was not enough to resist the Tyranid swarm.
If the sacrifice can allow the Blade of Vengeance to reach the Hades Galaxy as quickly as possible, save more people, destroy more Tyranid creatures, and ultimately save Baal, then everything is worth it.

But as they approached the Hades System, Dante realized that the navigators and astropaths must rest and regroup before they could regain the strength to break through the shadow that shrouded the Hades System.

The entire Vengeance Blade began to travel in the real universe at sub-light speed.
A vibration and humming sound that gave people a sense of reality, mixed with the smell of machine oil, entered Dante's nose.

This reminded Dante that they had temporarily returned to the stable real universe, rather than being in the terrifying subspace.

Dante's fatigue was slightly relieved, but the fatigue in his heart was still strong.
He needs some guidance.
Dante turned a corner and walked into a dark cabin.
Bright candles were lit in the room, and the pale candlelight flickered on the table.

Some scriptures that Dante could not understand were written in the corners of the room.
Standing in the center of the room, waiting for Dante, was an Astartes brother who was as pale as death, with hair that was more white than golden, and wearing blood-red power armor.

"My lord."

His voice was dry and hollow, as gentle as the low hums at night that came from nowhere.

Dante looked at the man in front of him, and he could sense that something in his chief think tank was closer to darkness.

This may be because he arranged this place almost in darkness. It is like a temple for worshiping the dead.

Dante suspected that the chief think tank in front of him was a dead person who didn't need to breathe. He had suspected this more than once.

"Mephiston." Dante read out the name of his chief think tank. "Do we need this room to be so dark?"

"It's not disgust, it's just that the psychic potential is more easily stimulated at night, my Lord."

Mephiston lowered his head slightly, looked at the exquisite stack of Emperor Tarot cards on the table and said:
"Besides, the guidance you seek is not simple."

It seems that he had made all the preparations before his arrival.
Dante intends to seek guidance, and even with some doubts, he still asks Mephiston to use the Emperor Tarot to inquire about the Emperor's will.

Dante's past life experience has proved that the Emperor Tarot is indeed effective.

Divination performed by powerful and loyal psykers after rigorous rituals is even more effective.
Although Dante often doubted the existence of his chief think tank because he could always vaguely sense Mephiston's inner thoughts.

A Blood Angel who overcame the Black Rage
In the days when Mephiston was still known as Calistarius, he was overcome by the Crimson Thirst and the Black Rage and was inducted into the Death Company, where he would die in service of the Emperor and be freed from the torment of the Blood Thirst and the Black Rage.

But in the end, Mephiston survived a near-death experience and eventually overcame the Black Rage through some unknown means.
But Dante knew that this process must have changed his chief think tank forever.
But his loyalty is unquestionable, Dante thought.

He walked in front of Mephiston and looked at the Emperor Tarot on the table.

"My Lord, why are you confused? What do you want to know?" Mephiston's dry and hollow voice became a little more majestic.

"I seek the Emperor's guidance. What is the situation in the Hades system?" Dante asked.

Mephiston slowly drew out three cards.
The first one shows a shattered planet, foreshadowing a great disaster.
"The broken planet, the Hades galaxy has almost fallen." Mephiston said slowly.

Then he and Dante looked at the second card, which showed a Cadian warrior standing on a fortress.

"On the fortress world of Cadia, the mortals of the Astra Militarum are still holding out."

This brought joy and approval to Dante's eyes. The mortals held their positions, and there was still hope.

Then their eyes fell on the third card.

"The third card. The God of All Odds. It indicates where our hope lies. Hmm?"

Mephiston stopped talking halfway through his words.

He remembered the card of the God of All Machines, which was a god made up of gears and machines that kept turning on a scarlet velvet background.
However, in an instant, the velvet seemed to turn blue, and the god made up of gears and machines seemed to turn into a blue raccoon cat.

This scene just flashed by
"What does this foreshadow?" Dante asked in confusion.

Mephiston shook his head in confusion.

"I'm not coming!" he said.

(End of this chapter)