This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 70: The Cunning Guardian of the Country

"For the Lord of Brass!"

The Mutant Champion's roar shattered the rusted shell of the abandoned pipe, and the alien skulls hanging from his waist collided with each other, emitting a blasphemous requiem.

On his breastplate, a fusion of flesh and scrap iron, eight mouths of molten lava erupted simultaneously, and sulfur smoke wove scarlet spider webs between the chaos symbols, dyeing the entire alley into a sacrificial field for the Lord of Skulls.

Behind him, the followers of Khorne roared fiercely, vowing to find the chosen champion hidden in the hive for the Lord of Skulls.

"For the Four-Armed God Emperor!"

The scales of the Genestealer killer carapaces shone iridescently in the promethium firelight, and the roar of twin bolters and the hum of power blades woven into a hymn.

Behind him, the bald believers cheered enthusiastically, vowing to help their compatriots find the right to survive under the claws of heresy.

And where are humans on this chaotic battlefield?
Everyone's eyes fell on the background board in the melee.

Humans, those who are struggling in chaos because of the current state of the hive city.

They are dying every moment, like a small boat caught in two waves that collide with each other, in danger of capsizing at any time.

".A thief guards the country's borders."

Karna sighed in the internal communication.

"do not talk."

Romulus felt that he was about to break down.

The hell jokes that had been ridiculed in the past were now vividly displayed before their eyes, and the time travelers truly experienced what it meant to be unable to bear to watch.

Look at the front battlefield where fighting is taking place.

Romulus raised his eyes, then looked away as if pricked by a needle, and covered his forehead with his hands.

On the bright side, when two hyenas bite each other and the devourer and the predator fight each other, they can also gain more opportunities.

"I will confirm as soon as possible whether this planet is worth preserving."

Kaur was the first to break away from these images.

According to the standards of some mad inquisitors, there is no need to retake this planet.

"Great Sage, I want you to have your fleet monitor any gravitational anomalies within the galaxy at all times."

Through these images, Romulus, who had made a preliminary judgment on the scale of the cunning, pressed the communication button and said.

"If we were to establish a stronghold on this planet for a while, I'm afraid more enemies would arrive."

There are many fifth-generation purebloods on the battlefield, which means that the infection level of this planet has reached the terminal stage. According to the information mastered by the time travelers, combined with the shadows approaching in the subspace, the Zerg is already coming.

The so-called cunning defense of the country's borders is like taking out a loan. When you are receiving the benefits brought by these alien beings, the debt collection team is already on the way.

And debt is everything on this planet.

".Enemy from outside the galaxy?"

"Yes."

Romulus replied: "They are very numerous."

".I understand that the fleet will stay away from Pierre's satellite orbit and conduct real-time monitoring of the edge of the system."

After a whistling sound that lasted for a microsecond, Kohl's voice sounded.

Romulus didn't understand binary language very well, but he could vaguely sense the great sage's mentality.

It's like the project you've been working on finally has a breakthrough and is able to rely on something to take a step forward, but now you find that every time you take a step forward, something is trying to destroy your work, increasing the intensity of each step you take, as if the whole world is against you.

Anyway, I just don't want you to succeed.

Anyone who doesn't go crazy in this situation is a god.

"Lord Romulus."

As Romulus finished arranging the units, Arabella came up directly.

"If you intend to integrate the human power of this planet, I think we can try to integrate the power of the state religion." The crisp sound of armored boots hitting the marble floor awakened the servo skull that had just dormant.

"This planet?"

Romulus frowned slightly, and data ripples appeared in his eyes, projecting the scene in the "Imperial Vision" onto the inside of his retina.

In the Upper Nest area, the golden spots of light that symbolize the Emperor's believers are intertwined with the gradually dispersing shadows and chaotic chaos.

The devil's vision is bad in this regard. As the distance increases and the types of creatures increase, they block each other and become a blur.

"Given the state of the imperial nobility, I think you should not hold out too much hope, Arabella."

The servo skull released high-pressure gas, as if sighing for its master.

"Steel arms our bodies, faith arms our souls. If even they collapse,

Arabella hesitated for a moment, her knuckles unconsciously rubbing the rose beads on her chest. The remains of the saints sealed inside were glowing faintly within the glass beads.

Finally she said bluntly:
"I'm afraid this planet will lose the Emperor's protection."

"I understand."

Romulus nodded, and the tactical holographic platform that had been completed in his mind automatically raised the projection of the known area, marking the coordinates of the State Church Cathedral in a light yellow color, which was inferior to Chaos and Chicken Thief.

At this moment, Arthur's voice suddenly sounded in the encrypted frequency band unique to time travelers.

"Feel sorry."

He raised his hand to signal.

"I found out something else."

Arthur's voice, accompanied by the roar of data, broke into the communication channel. At this moment, he was in a data storage area filled with thinkers.

"Before we landed, these thieves were still conducting concentrated attacks on the Holy Shrine area of the Bloody Rose Order and infiltrating multiple human communities. With the collapse of the thieves, the pressure in these areas has been relieved. Reference materials show that they possess considerable resistance."

Finally, he added another sentence.

"Chaos will be very difficult to deal with after losing the suppression of Chicken Thief. If we don't want them to be wiped out by Chaos, we need to act quickly."

"No, could you still hear our conversation just now?"

Romulus's hand hovered above the tactical sand table that was still being compiled.

"Correct."

Arthur's response was brief.

"Ok?"

"?"

Arthur tilted his head, and the edge of his tactical eyepiece flashed with an innocent blue fluorescence.

Good brother, what are you doing here?

"Didn't you give me the authority to monitor each and every one of you during the mission?"

So after I gave it to you, you really kept eavesdropping intensely.

Romulus's mouth twitched.

This unspoken complaint turned into the twitching of the servo skull, and the spice jar embedded in the skull was spewing out a gray mist representing helplessness, which finally turned into a sentence.

"never mind."

Faced with his good brother's business ability, what else can Romulus say except being happy?
"That works."

Arthur hung up the phone and fell into silence like a ghost.

Romulus lowered his head and continued to deal with his work.

His unlit tactical eyepiece reflected the data that Arthur had just sent him, which included details about this part of the report and various video materials that had been preliminarily classified.

(End of this chapter)