Hyperion, but in Warhammer 40K

Well, the three overly intelligent Castellan mechas at the back, which made Chris a little suspicious, also cooperated very well and gave him a golden glow.

Although Zhou Ye looks a bit childish, don't forget that this is Warhammer. It's an extremely dangerous Warhammer where everyone is under great mental pressure and a little bit crazy, so...

"Praise the Emperor!!!"

At this time, Archbishop Estia, the Emperor of the Undead, roared to the sky.

Then not only him, but all the PDFs shouted as if they were infected by something.

"Praise the Emperor!!!"

"Praise the Emperor..."

"Praise the Four-Armed Divine Emperor!!!"

砰

The bolter fired, and Chris blew on the smoking tip of his gun with satisfaction. A hint of relief spread across his face. Finally, he had a chance to vent. It hadn't been easy.

Of course, this little incident didn't interrupt the roar, which now seemed to be contagious. One person spread to ten, ten to a hundred, and instantly spread throughout the entire Estia Hive.

The Emperor, the only hope of mankind in the infernal galaxy.

Humanity can never repay the Emperor's kindness in its lifetime.

So, along with the loud shouts, the Emperor's statue, which had just been torn open by the White Scar warriors, also released a faint light at this time.

You have to remember that it was a latent period after all, and the state religion didn't dare to secretly replace the Emperor statue with that of the Lord of Change. So they simply covered it with a sheet and said it was under construction and maintenance.

Now the Emperor's holy image has reappeared, and amidst the calls, it suddenly releases a brilliant light.

At the same time, Zhou Ye could clearly feel a gaze coming from the subspace.

P.S. One more update, 6000 words now, keep it up guys.

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Chapter 22 The Emperor Did It Too!!! (Fourth Update)

"Look, this is my amazing wisdom!!!"

Looking at everything he had caused, Zhou Ye said very proudly.

Judge Chris remained silent on this. He didn't know whether it was wise or not, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with it being shocking.

As for the other white-scarred men, they nodded silently. They at least agreed with the first half, which was too shocking.

But at this moment, Zhou Ye suddenly froze for a moment. Then he shrank back like a quail, because...

"It's bad, there's a yellow fox!!!"

Feeling that awareness, Zhou Ye instantly turned into a quail. He then shrank back, believing that as long as he didn't jump into the yellow skin, they wouldn't be able to lock onto him. As for not noticing the influence of the Blood God and Tzeentch earlier, it was mainly because he wasn't in the cult at the time, and there were no believers around.

But now he was surrounded by believers, so Zhou Ye chose to be honest at this time. He retracted his lighting and became honest.

Sure enough, at this moment, a group of people also felt a surge of energy. Then Zhou Ye clearly felt that the energy fell into a state of entanglement and stomachache after seeing the golden ribs.

But it quickly moved past him and landed in the large mix below.

Then Zhou Ye felt the rage coming from that energy, as if these two bastards had come to his territory to beg for food again. Then his consciousness was withdrawn, but at this moment, he noticed the golden ribs.

Zhou Ye couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He seemed to have overdone it. He thought this guy wouldn't be beaten to death. He remembered that guy seemed to hate aliens.

Sure enough, the next moment, the golden ribs shone with light. The powerful body of the Necromancer also shimmered in the light of these spiritual energies, making Zhou Ye's teeth tingle.

One, two, three... thirteen slaps fell, although the Necromancer was a little deformed.

But he did not die. Instead, he burst into tears and said, "God Emperor, thank you for your forgiveness. I will spend the rest of my life protecting Estia and guarding this world."

"God Emperor above!!!"

At this moment, everyone, including Astartes and the Inquisitor, looked at Archbishop Estia with envy. He was now a true Archbishop, and the Divine Emperor's certification could not be faked.

"What kind of crazy undead are these?"

Zhou Ye couldn't help but cover his eyes. Old Man Huang probably took stock of the battlefield. After losing sight of himself, and even the three Castellan mechas who couldn't see him, he came to a conclusion. The world needed these crazy Undeads, so he immediately made them regulars.

As expected, he is worthy of being called Old Man Huang, he has mastered the essence of freeloading.

But at the very end, that consciousness also had a trace of doubt. It wanted to search for something, but after finding nothing, it withdrew.

Then the consciousness completely disappeared, and waves of special fluctuations came from the statue.

The next moment, several hidden thieves and some cultists were burned to death. At the same time, all vehicles, including firearms, roared at this time.

That was not the AI created by Zhou Ye, but the machine soul...those loyal machine souls were longing for glory at this time.

“God Emperor…”

The Governor, arriving at the frontline, burst into tears and donned the commissar's hat. The Star of Terra on his chest shone brightly.

Except for Zhou Ye, a big golden man slowly reappeared in everyone's eyes, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at the cultists.

It seemed to mean, stop being a sissy and hurry up and fuck him.

But at the very end, Chris, one of the few psychics present, heard a sentence...

"Malcador, is that you, Malcador?"

There was sadness, nostalgia and a hint of longing in the voice, which made Chris shed a tear.

The relationship between the Emperor of the Empire and the loyal Magical Prime Minister Malcador remains so pure even after ten thousand years.

"Charge for the Emperor, for the Imperium of Man!!!"

At this moment, the planetary governor also walked to the front, surrounded by a dozen white-haired nobles. They might be ministers of administration, or perhaps the heads of the Water Purification Guild...

But they all shared a common identity: retired soldiers of the Astra Militarum. This world was a reward bestowed upon them by the Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of Military Affairs, and it was as if they had returned to that past.

Then three whistles blew, and the planetary general rushed out first...

"CHARGE FOR THE EMPEROR!!!"

"For the Empire of Man!!!"

"For Big E!!!"

With roars of fury, the final battle began. The Chicken Thieves had been completely annihilated by the Tzeentch Cult, along with the Khorne Cult. Their power had also been greatly depleted.

Especially after the arrival of the God Emperor, it also disturbed their vision, causing the blessings from the subspace to be cut off, so at this time all kinds of voices were resounding.

It was time to give them the final blow, so under the cover of the Death Mark snipers under Archbishop Estia, the final war was launched.

At the same time, Zhou Ye also rushed in without hesitation. Although no big demon appeared, there were still so many cans here. He only wanted to do one thing now, which was to destroy their dignity (gene seeds).

So at this time, he rushed in with a loud speaker, playing as he rushed in...

“Steel decays, but stone remains.”

"Perturabo is a scumbag clown."

"The Imperial Fists defend Terra, while the Iron Warriors are only fit to fight on the front lines and serve as cannon fodder."

"Ahriman needs his brother. I will mail his brother to you, cash on delivery. You asked where his brother is. You see, the same question is everywhere."

Then, under the respectful gaze of Judge Chris and the White Scars, he attracted the attention of almost all the high-end combat forces in the audience.

Just as Chris had guessed, the three Castellan mechas began to unleash their power, shooting lightning and flames outwards.

If struck by a Necromancer's weapon, a person would slowly dissolve. But being struck by lightning, a person was completely shattered into a molecular state. So, relying on these three mechas, he engaged in a frenzied exchange of blows with the Iron Warriors and the Thousand Sons' wizards.

And... beat that group of people so hard that they ran away in panic.

The fourth update is here, and there is one more update.

Chapter 23 It’s best not to disturb the oil guys when they are immersed in academic exchanges (th update)

As the final counterattack horn was sounded, meteors fell from the sky. If you zoomed in, you could see black crows above.

The Blood Ravens' support finally arrived, and they landed right behind the cultists.

Then, teams of crimson-armored Astartes rushed out, but as they emerged, they were stunned for a moment. Then, their heads froze as they stared at the group of golden Necrons, as if they had discovered something astonishing.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but soon, urged on by the voice over the communicator, he quickly entered the battlefield. The dozens of Astartes of the Blood Ravens Chapter had successfully encircled these heretics, and the outcome of the battle was clear.

Zhou Ye, on the battlefield, was like Guan Gong incarnate, possessed by the Emperor. He threw all sorts of random things recklessly, pinning down a group of people including the Iron Warriors, the Thousand Sons Wizard, and the Black Oil Man, unable to move.

Several white motorcycles moved at high speed in the sky, with Astartes on them holding spears. Every time they passed through the crowd, a series of bloodstains appeared, but at this time the White Scars soldiers were somewhat absent-minded.

"Should we go help Father Omega? It's too dangerous for him to fight the entire Fallen Mechanicus, the Iron Warriors, the Thousand Sons Sorcerers, and his Rubric Warriors alone."

I know this Omega priest is a bit of a jerk, but he's a real stickler when it comes to things. And unlike other jerk-ups, he's got a lot of emotions, but he's also a pretty good person.

Giving them the motorcycles and taking them back to their mother group would be enough to make their battle brothers drool.

Therefore, several White Scar warriors had a good impression of Zhou Ye. If such a technical priest could go back with them, they would be willing to recommend him to be the chief technical priest of their own regiment. So now seeing Zhou Ye surrounded by so many beings alone, they were a little worried.

"Don't interrupt their technical discussion. Look, at least... he's happy!!!"

Chris grumbled, "The Emperor has revealed himself. All those hidden aliens and heretics have been exposed, but this guy is fine." That means there's nothing wrong. And looking at this guy's frantic expression, Chris felt like he might even get affected if he went over there.

After all, according to his understanding, whenever the oil guys and the black oil guys start to exchange technology, they dare to take out anything.

The gun that was used to pick up the goods created a black hole with one shot, and a group of black oil men's guardsmen nearby were torn into pieces by the black hole.

For the Emperor's sake, he has no idea what this thing is.

And that grenade? Are you really a melta bomb? Why does a thrown grenade create a violent firestorm? And why does your flamethrower spray black mist instead of flame? And more importantly, why can that mist even corrode steel?

Seeing this, almost all the imperial personnel, including the undead, stayed away from the area where Zhou Ye was. As for the group of blood crows besieging the cultists at the back of the battlefield, they also fell into a brief silence as they watched Zhou Ye constantly take out things. But now it was a battlefield, so they should not act rashly.

Wait until the war is over and see if I can get on this oil guy's ship.

As for Zhou Ye at this moment, he only had one feeling, that was fighting, awesome!!!

Of course, this wasn't purely for the thrill of battle, as there was a Thousand Son in front of him. He simply wanted to test the effects of his various powers against psychic energy.

Anyway, now the Black Oilers have been wiped out by him, and the Iron Warriors have been reduced to ash by his Seven Thunders of Purification. Of course, it looks that way, as for their gene-seed, he has already destroyed it.

So, the only thing left was this psychic Thousand Son, which was already the best weapon testing machine. As for the other Rubric Warriors, they had been beaten to pieces.

Literally everywhere, and the sorcerer operating his Thousand Sons...

At this moment, he had been beaten to his knees by Zhou Yang. He could only hold up his psychic barrier and defend himself desperately. He also had a feeling that the man in front of him was insulting him to the extreme.

He could have killed himself directly, but the bombardment of these strange weapons always stopped just when he couldn't hold on any longer, and then replaced it with another one.

He was an Astartes, a warrior from ten thousand years ago. Even though he had surrendered to Chaos and most of his arms had turned into claws, he still had dignity. So when Zhou Ye finally pulled out a flaming sword and prepared to engage him in hand-to-hand combat,

Buzz.......

At this point, the Thousand Sons' wizard simply gave up resistance, even removing his psychic barrier. He was giving up, of course, he had no choice but to give up. If you switched to the game at this point, you could clearly see his mana bar was empty.

"Gu, kill me."

Lying on the ground, pinned down by gravity hundreds of times stronger than before, the Thousand Sons wizard simply wished for death. He had given up. This oil man was a top-tier lunatic. He dared to humiliate the Thousand Sons like this and still get away with it. His strength was absolutely terrifying.

He felt that even if Ahriman came, it would be useless, and Magnus had to do it himself.

"Then, heretic, repent!!!"

Looking at the Thousand Scarred Son who was being tormented by him, Zhou Ye decided not to continue to torment him. Then, with a flash of light, he beheaded him with a single sword strike.

With the death of the Thousand Sons, the Tzeentch Cult was completely dead at this time. At the same time, Zhou Ye also breathed a sigh of relief, but when he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly froze.

Because at this moment he had a familiar feeling of being on edge. Hadn't he given the White Scars motorcycles to them? But turning his head, he saw another team of Astartes in red paint and white shoulder armor, and Zhou Ye cursed out loud.

"Fuck, Blood Crow!!!"

Seeing this, Zhou Ye got on his motorcycle without hesitation, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

Anyway, it was already garbage time, so there was no need for him to make a move. If this was enough to make him fail, these people might as well just go eat a Big Unclean One.

But he had a more important task, which was to march ahead of the Blood Crows and attack the nest alone, otherwise the Blood Crows would be at their mercy.

PS I will finish the fifth update and ask for everything, and tomorrow will be the release of Crash3.0. So if you understand, I will understand. If tomorrow's recommendation votes can exceed , I will continue to explode.

Chapter 24: White Scar's little ones, let me tell you some stories about the Primarchs

As the radiance of the stars once again scattered across the continent of Estia, Zhou Ye poured himself a cup of 3K-era coffee and calmly watched the battle below as it neared its end, after he had taken away the enemy's Astartes, Black Oil Man, and Skitarii.

This battle had become a pure massacre. If this had happened in an ordinary world, he might have been able to stop the slaughter, but this was Warhammer. Not to mention that they were all tainted by Chaos, even if they weren't, Zhou Ye wouldn't have said anything. Who knew if there were any mines buried here?