Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

The last second, the transformation spirit was still holding his own swollen little hand.

The next second, he put his hands on his hips to show his presence to Valedin.

Over the past few decades, in addition to the high-intensity confrontation with the old man Valedin, he has also been trying every means to bypass the tight defense of the old man Joefeis. He thought that he had just put a book on the bookshelf number nine, and the old man dared to pull Sandres to help.

Later, he kicked himself into Valentino's Dead Water Prison. That ditch-like Dead Water Prison was made entirely of black stone. These guys had no idea the function of black stone. Since he locked himself in, he felt as tired as a dog with every step he took.

Not to mention flying, even the network cable between me and the subspace was cut off.

"Ask you? How stupid do I have to be to ask a guy like you who never tells the truth? If you want me to believe what you say, then I would rather believe that the Emperor had an affair with those gods of the Eldar."

"Ahem, Your Honor, please be careful with your words."

Mountbatten was originally still thinking about the memories of the mechanical troops in his memory, but Valedin's words made him inhale a mouthful of saliva into his lungs.

After coughing violently twice, Mountbatten felt as if his teacher's soul, which was squatting beside the golden throne, suddenly slapped him in the face, and the finger emitting light pointed directly at the church in Valentino's nest.

Then he gestured up and down with both hands, almost covering the entire church within the range of this gesture.

At this moment, Mombat suddenly realized!

I seem to understand what my teacher means.

As the saying goes, the hedgehog far away in the sky suddenly crawled into his crotch, and he only felt a pain in his balls.

MD, teacher, you should have told me earlier!

Wouldn't it have been better if you had told me earlier that the church was the state religion's mechanical army?

Wait, something doesn't seem right, a church?

"Sir, I seem to remember where the mechanical troops you have been looking for are."

Mountbatten's voice immediately drew the attention of several people present, especially Valedin, whose old face was smiling so much that it looked like a chrysanthemum.

"Tell me, where is that thing?"

"What are you doing here?"

Mountbatten had just opened his mouth when he realized that the voice seemed a little strange. He turned his head and found that the face of the changeling hidden under the hood was less than two centimeters away from the tip of his nose.

The extreme stimulation caused his body's instinct to explode at this moment. The Book of the Emperor's Word in his hand, which was as thick as a wall, was swung by him, leaving an afterimage, and it hit the dog face of the Transfiguration Spirit at almost the speed of a sonic boom.

The force was so great that even Malakin, who was standing next to him, had to grin. It looked like he was just one step away from becoming an emperor with a flash of golden light, and the demon's head would fall to the ground.

"Okay, forget about that dog-like guy. He has been disgusting me and Joe Face every day for decades."

"Hurry up, where are the remaining mechanical troops of your national religion?"

Chapter 28: As you said, give him a brick

Although the Changeling has personally experienced the (physical) power of language.

But in Mountbatten's opinion, the current environment inside the house was not safe enough.

After all, the legacy left by his teacher is so important that it can give everyone present a huge surprise.

After watching the Changeling in silence for a few seconds, Mountbatten made a decision.

"Sir, could you please lend me your sword?"

Sandales was stunned for two moments, and finally blinked and handed the Sword of Hope in his hand to Mountbatten.

Valedin and Malakin looked at each other. Although they still didn't understand what Mountbatten was doing, they felt from the bottom of their hearts that this guy might be more abstract than his grumpy teacher.

Mountbatten turned his back to everyone in the room and slowly found a perfect angle for the Sword of Hope. Finally, after silently apologizing to the Emperor, he gritted his teeth and pushed the sword forward.

Regardless of what happened to the Changeling later, at least the civilians near the tavern said that they heard a scream that day that was enough to make everyone's anus tighten.

After the dust settled, a copy of the Emperor's Words stood open in the corner of the room, covering up something that was sticking out its butt but was no longer in human form.

Sandales and the others gathered in another corner of the room.

"You mean that church... Don't be ridiculous. Joe Faces is from the Ecclesiarchy, not the Mechanicus. How could he possibly have that ability?"

Valedin's old face was full of disbelief.

If what Mountbatten said was true, then doesn't that mean that the largest Anglican cathedral in Middle Nest is a Titan?

The only difference is that the top part is used as a church, while the weapons and body parts used for fighting are buried deep underground.

"How did you know this news? Didn't you just say that Qiao Feisi didn't tell you?"

"That's right. The teacher didn't tell me anything about the church at first, but just now he slapped me from a distance and showed me the location of the church."

Mountbatten's words made Valedin's eyes look extremely interesting. He didn't doubt that Mountbatten was lying. After all, with the character of that stubborn old man Joe Feis... Well, he was indeed the kind of person who could do such a thing even after his death.

In fact, what surprised him was that Joe Feis had been able to hide such a big thing for decades, so much so that even he and Salazar thought that the stubborn old man had hidden a knight mecha.

But who knows he is hiding a Titan!

No wonder the sage who forged the world wanted to kill Joe Feis back then.

Logically speaking, a knight mecha should not be worth the risk of causing trouble for the state religion, but if it is a Titan, the situation is different.

And judging from the scale of the church, this Titan must be quite large, perhaps even a general-level one.

MD, I have lived in Zhongchao all my life. How come I didn’t know when the stubborn old man switched the church?

At this moment, the old man fell into deep self-doubt and profound questioning of his memory. He even wondered if his memory had been tampered with by someone.

"Have you ever considered this? If it's a knight, we might be able to activate it, but if it's a Titan, we don't have that many people who can control Titans..."

After a brief silence, Sandelles asked a question that no one could avoid.

If it is a knight mecha, then maybe after completing the neural bundle connection as soon as possible, it can be used in the next possible battle.

But if it was a Titan...even if they had finished fighting the demons, there would be no sign of the Titan even starting up.

"Is it possible that this Titan, which Jophis was determined to intercept even at the cost of offending the Mechanicus,... has an organic soul?"

At this moment, everyone fell silent again.

Malakin's words put an end to all the problems.

Yup!

Why the hell hadn't I considered this possibility?

Old man Qiao Feisi is not the kind of person who can't walk when he sees good things. Unless it is something particularly precious, Qiao Feisi would never be so shameless as to do something like stealing other people's things.

Something that would make him desperately want to get it would definitely not be that simple.

And he must have thought about whether the project would be unable to start in the future due to lack of manpower on the day of the robbery.

"Mountbatten, return to the church immediately. I will have the bailiffs help you clear out the people in the church. Also, those Ecclesiarchs left behind by Joe Feis are definitely not simple. They are definitely not just nominal Ecclesiarchs."

Mountbatten nodded at Valadin's order, and after confirming that he had nothing to do next, he quickly left the tavern without even bothering to pick up the Word of the Emperor, which he never put down.

"If that Titan can really be activated, then we have a chance of winning the rest of the battle. Even if the heretics really sacrifice the Archdemon, it will be of no avail. Unless they cast a spell powerful enough to pull the entire planet into the Warp, we can definitely hold out until reinforcements arrive."

Such good news made everyone feel better, especially Valedin. He didn't expect that the old friend who had been at odds with him all his life would leave them such a rich legacy.

They have been competing with each other for a lifetime, comparing each other to see who has contributed more to Valentino.

At first, he thought that as an inquisitor, he was far superior to Joe Feis, the bishop of the state religion.

But now it seems that I have lost completely.

"Then the last question is, what do we do with that guy?"

At this moment, Sandales turned his gaze to the guy with his butt sticking out in the corner of the room.

I don’t know whether it was because Mountbatten’s sword was too accurate or the Emperor wanted to practice first in preparation for stabbing Qipi Yanzi in the future.

In short, the sword caused real damage, so much so that the transformation spirit is still lying there unable to move, looking like a skin swallow changing its medicine.

"Hey! Isn't this easy to solve? See the brick in my hand? Hit him on the head with it and solve the problem directly at the root of the problem."

Tsk, the old man still can't get over the idea of hitting the changeling with a brick.

This shows how much psychological trauma the changeling had brought to the two old men during those decades of their youth. Even after one of the two old men had returned to the Golden Throne, the remaining one still wanted to hit him with a brick to vent his anger.

"Then do as you say and hit him with a brick!"

As soon as Sandiles finished speaking, Valedin's figure holding a brick instantly appeared next to the spirit of change, and his speed was comparable to teleportation.

"Brickside Ryuma! I can help you deal with Kabanha!"

Chapter 29 Are You Still the Judge?

Fortunately, the changeling said this quickly. The black stone brick in Valedin's hand hit the ground next to him the moment the last word was spoken, and the brick was only half a centimeter away from his hood.

"What do you mean? What do you mean by helping us deal with Cabanha?"

The old man suddenly cared about the meaning of the word "changeling".

What does it mean to help me deal with Kabanha? Could it be that with the information the Changeling currently has, it is certain that Kabanha will come to Valentino?

"Get this brick away from my head first! It's making me nervous when it's next to my face!"

"Stop talking nonsense, where the hell did you get that heart, you Warp Demon!"

Valedin grabbed the changeling by the collar and pulled him up to his face.

Although the changeling had no face, he could clearly feel that the bastard was definitely smiling.

"I'll give you one more chance. Why are you so sure that Kabanha will come? If you dare not tell me, I'll shove this brick into your ass!"

Where the hell did I get this Piyanzi!

mlgb! Old man Valedin, you are going too far!

It was bad enough that Mountbatten stabbed me, and now you want to disgust me even more, right?

No! Even if you send me back to the subspace today, I won't tell you!

Valadin originally thought that the Changeling would give in. After all, in his impression, this guy was no different from those guys from the Safra Chemical Dogs, and was even worse than those Chemical Dogs.

But seeing the guy in front of him who was determined to die rather than surrender, the old man also got angry.

"Malakin! Bring me my waist bag! Today I'm going to show this bastard the methods of the empire's biggest gang!"

As a judge of the tribunal, even those bailiffs who follow the principle of "kill first and ask questions later" when arresting people would tremble in front of me. When will it be your turn, a devil, to stand up in front of me?

I've lived my whole life, and I've figured out all of you devils. Do you still want to fight me?

Sandiles tilted his head with interest, then threw Valedin's waist bag to the old man's hand.

In fact, he was now quite curious about what kind of powerful weapon Valadin would take out from his waist bag that could be used to target the Tzeentch demons. After all, when Valadin asked him to go to the lower nest, he had shown off his waist bag to him, but until now, he had never seen what good things were inside.

"Hehe, after I tortured a Warp Demon, he revealed a piece of information to me. I heard that you birdmen all have obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?"

The appearance of the three words "obsessive-compulsive disorder" made the whole body of the spirit tremble, and the hole under the hood seemed to be looking at Valedin with an incredible look.

Damn, which demon betrayed the Warp? I'm going to skin him alive!

Can this information be revealed?!

Isn't this equivalent to draining the secrets of all the demons from the Lord of Change faction?

Are you handing a knife to stab us?!

You are clearly digging the foundation of your old nest!

Amidst Valadin's sinister laughter, he took out a double-headed eagle emblem from his waist bag and placed it directly in front of the spirit of change.

Looking at the two symmetrical double-headed eagle logos, the transformation spirit felt relaxed physically and mentally, and even his heart, which had just been frightened by the brick, calmed down a little.

But this was just the calm before the storm.

After exchanging a glance with Valadin, the Changeling suddenly understood what the damn old man was planning to do.

"Asshole! You can't do this, it's a crime! You're a demon who destroys the beautiful symmetry!"

"Hehehe, cut the crap. How did you disgust me when I was younger? You secretly bent the claws of the Imperial double-headed eagle emblem into symmetry, and that almost got the Inquisition to send someone to investigate me directly, didn't you?"

"I'm afraid! People can't, or at least shouldn't, do that! Take your dirty hands off the eagle's claws!!"

As the spirit struggled hard, Valedin exerted a little force with his fingers and bent one of the claws of the double-headed eagle logo into three curves.