Dur Howling Fang stood at the edge of a building, folding his hands, quietly looking at the battlefield in the distance where the smoke had not yet dissipated - there, the huge, shut down, but already proven to be seriously contaminated and unable to be reused, God's machine was being dismantled and destroyed in an orderly manner under the guidance of Sage Egger, with all safety procedures ensured. Aircraft took off and landed near it, delivering manpower and supplies. The Astartes of the Imperial Fists set up a defense line near it to prevent any possible resurgence of heretics and traitors. Well, of course, in Dur's opinion, even if there are still heretics alive in the world of Baradon, they are unlikely to have the courage to rush to the Titan dismantling site... After all, the heretics who can survive in such a situation must have a little bit of brains and know what is valuable tactical loss and what is suicide... Step, step, step. Just as Dur looked at the time and found that his rest time was almost over, and was about to return to the place temporarily allocated to the Space Wolves as their base, a familiar sound of footsteps came into his ears. Without turning around, Dur knew that the person coming was the Rune Priest of his team, Tolom Frostscar. "Tolom, how is the old wolf doing?" "Before I came to see you, he had recovered well from his injuries and complained to me that Ada didn't know what was good and didn't take away the best and strongest wolf wine we had. Well, he also complained to me a little, saying that I didn't give the best wolf wine to the prophet's tribe." Thinking of the conversation between Gary and himself before he left, Tolom, knowing that the old gray hunter had completely recovered from the shock, smiled slightly. "Hey - you are worthy of being an old wolf. If it were me... I would probably still be in a depressed state right now." Knowing that Gary was recovering both physically and mentally, Dur let out a long sigh - he asked himself, if he had experienced what Gary the Wolf had experienced, Well, maybe I have already fallen into autism in some sense.
"We grieve so we don't forget the sacrifice, brother." After saying this, Tolom also looked at the task list and determined what to do next. "Tomorrow, there will be a brief meeting of all parties. We need to determine which world we will attack next. The captain is unable to get up from the bed for the time being, so you and I will go to this meeting." ————————————The dividing line between the Hammer guys———————————————— "Want a bite?" "No, no, according to the 40K setting, if a mortal drinks Fenris's wolf wine, he will die." "We are not considered ordinary people in this world, so, Liang Feifan, would you like a bite?" "No, no, I think this wine should be given to the Chosen One. He made a great contribution in this battle, and he should drink the celebratory wine." "Without the operation of your pawns, I would not have been able to invade the demon-engined Predator-class Titan so smoothly. Besides, this wine was requested by you, Liang Feifan, so you must be the first one to drink it——" "How about you come, sister Political Commissar?" "No thanks..." Above the Queen of Glory, the Hammers were gathered around a wine jar that looked a bit inconsistent with the overall style of 40K, and were passionately and fiercely discussing who should take a sip of this thing first. When Gary was just carried back to the rear for treatment, in order to maximize his "malice" and to complete the scenario of the Eldar supporting the Empire, Liang Feifan controlled an Eldar chess piece and ran to the room that was providing treatment to Gary Wolf to find the Space Wolf man to ask for the promised wolf wine, and calmly told the fact that his Skywalker Prophet chess piece "sacrificed" to destroy the demon engine void shield. Although Gary Wolf calmly asked the Space Wolf Rune Priest next to him to take the Eldar chess piece to get the wine, Liang Feifan knew that Gary had just left the treatment room with his Eldar chess piece, and then he let out two shrill wolf howls... "So, no one really dares to drink this Fenris wolf wine? I just asked Big Brother E, and he said don't worry, we will definitely not have any physiological problems from this wolf wine." Seeing that no one around him dared to help him taste the spoils he had brought back this time, and he was not sure whether this thing would really cause any harm to his group, Liang Feifan shook his head decisively after thinking for a few seconds, and confirmed from Big E that they would definitely not be completely injured by Fenris's wolf wine. Hearing Big E's guarantee, the other Hammers finally showed a little eagerness to try. "However, Liang Feifan, it's best if you drink the first sip yourself. It won't be a problem anyway, right?" The silence began to fuel the fire. ".....Well, that's fine." Because he was so curious about what Fenris' wolf wine tasted like, and with Big E's guarantee, Liang Feifan finally reached out his hand, poured the wine, and drank - With a "puff" sound, a large amount of water mist was sprayed out in one go.
"Why does Fenris' wolf wine taste like white snake grass water? Could it be that this hellish drink also exists in the 40K universe?" "What the hell does this taste like? Let me drink it." Seeing Liang Feifan spitting out water, the God's Choice, who felt curious, also poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. "Puch!!" The Chosen One also succeeded in transforming into a spray generator briefly within a second. "I didn't taste the flavor of the white snake grass water, but how come I tasted the taste of raw cucumber in this wine? Oh, and there's also an indescribable smell like the skin of some animal!" "Huh? I don't believe this thing tastes so weird!" Two Hammer Guys were fooled and successfully attracted the third Hammer Guy to come and enjoy the taste of Fenris Wolf Wine. After a while, this Hammer Guy with a weird look on his face followed the same path as the first two - well, but the good thing was that Gu didn't spray it out like Liang Feifan and the Chosen One after drinking it, but swallowed it down forcefully. "I...I mean, how did the guys in Fenris manage to brew so many strange flavors together? Or is it just our own problem? Because of our dimension, we have managed to taste every flavor of Fenris Wolf Wine?" He managed to ignore the strange taste in his mouth and spoke with a gurgling sound. "...According to the plot, the Fenris Wolf Wine, which is made from a bunch of fermented plants on Fenris, tastes like a mixture of motor oil and acid to the Space Marines - to put it bluntly, it's not tasty. So, the wolf wine we drink now, at least the taste is still within the normal drinkable range?" The political commissar frowned and thought. Although Fenris Wolf Wine is a very important part of the background setting of the Space Wolves, GW did not describe this thing in too much detail. Therefore, the political commissar recalled in her mind for a long time before she remembered a short plot describing the taste of Fenris Wolf Wine. "Probably... So, what should we do with the remaining wine? I think it's a waste to throw it away." After hearing what the political commissar sister said about the original taste of Fenris Wolf Wine, Liang Feifan suddenly felt that the taste of the jar of Fenris Wolf Wine he had retrieved was It wasn't that unacceptable - well, although, despite that, he still didn't want to drink it, and he was sure that other people probably didn't want to drink it either... "That's easy! This kind of thing can be used as the price for the punishment game! Most people are fine now, right?" Abathur's eyes turned and he suddenly thought of a good idea. The Hammer guys nodded. The Balaton world was now undergoing a post-war inventory, and the Hammer guys really had nothing to do in the short term. "Let's take the chess pieces we are currently waiting for, pull up a table, and play a boarding battle, which doesn't require too many units! Whoever loses gets a drink, how about that?" "Sounds good?" "Done! Come on!" 48. The next target world is...? ".....We have completed the reconstruction of of the communication network in the main foundry area, and restarted the production functions of of the factories in the main foundry area that have been confirmed to be uncontaminated by heretics and do not require much manpower support. In addition, the inventory work in the warehouse area of the main foundry area is also progressing steadily. At present, we have confirmed that the materials that can be used are as follows..." Bishop Egg, the incarnation of the egg and the chess piece of the Oil Man, sat in his chair, shaking his mechanical arm, projecting scenes in the air, and showing various data on the data boards of other imperial members attending the meeting, especially Castle Lord Maldiush and Rune Priest Tolom who temporarily replaced Galliwolf to attend the meeting. Looking at the information that represented good news, the expressions of several real imperial people finally changed from the seriousness when the war just ended to a hint of smile. "....In summary, our progress in re-controlling the world of Balaton has reached percent, and our progress in re-controlling the main casting area has reached percent. Data calculations show that after 23 Terran natural days, we will be able to stabilize the space route from Sosekhi to Balaton again." After saying a lot of things, the Egg Oil Man Bishop took his seat and gave the right to speak to Gu - and when Gu's advent chess piece stood up, the Rune Priest Tolom, who was very familiar with the physical performance of Astartes in various states, easily realized that the condition of this extreme warrior did not seem to be very good? "Brother Gu, after the meeting, may I invite you to the Space Wolves' camp for a drink?" Since he had no idea that the reason why this Ultramarines who often dealt with him looked a little listless was because his 'real body' had drunk too much Fenris Wolf Wine, and was still in a state of mental trauma, when he heard Tolom's invitation to the banquet, Gu naturally felt something in his stomach turning upside down.
"Thank you, but I still have a lot of work to do and can't rest." After trying hard to get rid of some smells that normal people could not accept from his mind, Gu quickly entered the state and began to report what he was responsible for. Tolom was not angry when Gu rejected him. After all, he knew that once the Astartes of the Ultramarines were involved in management and diplomacy, more than 80% of them would become workaholics... "I have held a series of discussions with the tribe of Prophet Liang. The new leader they sent over believes that although the prophecy has revealed the most crucial scene, the day of the end has not yet come. Therefore, they hope that both sides will continue to extend the alliance agreement." "These Aida... I have to admit, they are indeed worthy of Fenris' wolf wine." Hearing that after suffering such losses, this group of Ark Eldar were still willing to continue fighting alongside the Emperor, Tolom couldn't help but grin - admittedly, as an Astartes he would still be wary of the possibility that these aliens might do something detrimental to the Empire at a critical moment, but the tragic sacrifice made by the Eldar in the Battle of Balaton not long ago has already been recognized by this old warrior. "Next, let me report..." Seeing Gu sitting down, the descended body of the political commissar sister - his tank commander who was driving the legendary shadow sword immediately took over and seriously reported the vehicle losses of the 51st Regiment. After finishing the report, the political commissar sister immediately turned around and controlled her Iron Hand Iron Father to make another report. In this way, one after another, the Hammer Guys used reports to very 'reasonably' inform the people of the True Empire of the military forces that could still be mobilized, the materials that could be utilized, and other important battlefield data - as the intelligence and data in these reports slowly intertwined into a network, the real purpose of the Hammer Guys also 'surfaced'. "The battle in the Balaton world can basically be declared to be in its final stages, and the organization of troops and supplies will be completed in the near future. Next, which world should we choose as the main direction of attack in the next stage?" —————————————The dividing line of heresy—————————————————— Living a life of drunkenness and dreams, and ignoring worldly affairs. Calansh didn't know how many days he had been immersed in the "land of comfort" - or rather, ever since the members of the warband he sent out to search for the possible existence of the Empire's space force disappeared inexplicably without even a word being sent back, he felt that something was completely wrong. The leader of the Angels of Bliss warband decisively allowed himself to fall into extreme decadence - his decadence was so complete that even his chief wizard of the Slaanesh warband could not stand it anymore. "Boom!!" With the sound of the door being kicked open roughly, a ray of light that was not too dazzling, but was a bit stimulating for Kalansh, who had been in the dark for a long time in his room without any light, was sprinkled on the face of the leader of the Chaos Astartes warband. Under this "fresh" pleasure, Kalansh, who had just enjoyed a horrible meal with ingredients that mortals could not even imagine, finally opened his mutated pupils and looked at the person standing at the door. "Ahaha - my wizard, come on, come on... I... I have thought of a good cooking method again, and now I have the ingredients on hand, let's do it together...?" "No, Calanthe, now is not the time." After looking up and down for a while, the Kalansh wizard, who looked "useless" in any way, did not speak, but directly concentrated his psychic energy to guide the joyful power in the Supreme Heaven to the real world, and then blasted them into Kalansh's room simply and roughly. When the purple halo representing the power of Sakshi spread in the room and disappeared in the next second, the leader of the Elysian Angels War Gang, who experienced the fleeting happiness, let out a scream so high that even the wizard had to raise his staff for defense. “Ah, ah! Waste, waste! You could have – you could have –!” "After everything is over, you will have plenty of time to enjoy yourself. Now, the warband needs you to make a decision, Kalansh. The power fluctuations in the warp space tell me that those rubbish of Balaton have lost all information. The dogs of the false emperor are very likely to regain control of the place." "Ok?" 49. Split into two groups... probably The world of Udal, Hive No. 1, the original Governor’s residence. Flesh becomes flowers, blood becomes rivers, bones become carvings, skin becomes flags, and wailing becomes music. Surrounded by waves of strange aromas that would intoxicate a mortal to death, Calanse, whose mind was finally "rescued" by his chief wizard, sat in a vehicle that was probably some kind of imperial vehicle, but the interior was completely different, and strode into this "meticulously crafted" palace with a few of his personal soldiers. Deep in this blasphemous demon cave, his chief wizard was already waiting there. "Show me what you see, wizard." After carefully selecting in the room for a long time, he finally found a chair that satisfied him in terms of softness, smell, and screams. Calan carefully lifted the thin gauze on his body and sat on it very gracefully, signaling his chief wizard to present the revelation of the Supreme Heaven to him. "Yes."
Hearing Kalansh's words, the Slaanesh wizard who had been waiting for this moment immediately channeled his filthy power, and the sixty-six victims who were bound by him beside the ritual platform were accurately disassembled into "living parts" in less than seconds. As the screams of the victims stopped abruptly, the ritual site infected by pain suddenly gushed out a brilliant deep purple light mixed with countless strange lines that would drive mortals crazy or fall at a glance - although these lines soon disappeared as the light dissipated, the unnatural observation ability of the Slaanesh Corrupted had easily imprinted them in Kalansh's mind. "..." After savoring the sensory pleasure brought by this dark ritual, Calanus slowly "interpreted" the few words presented to him by his wizard in his mind - as the dark secrets lurking in the lines were unraveled in his mind, a rare expression of "solemnity" appeared on Calanus's mutated face. "Too many blanks, wizard, can you find some more sacrifices to make the revelation clearer?" "I'm sorry, Karanshi, finding this information is the limit of my ability." Recalling that he wanted to get closer to the truth about Balaton, he felt a strange trembling feeling in his heart before he started to cast the spell. The wizard of the Slaanesh Warband decisively admitted that his power had its limits and would not increase his strength on this matter no matter what. "How many sacrifices can we find? I mean, the kind whose souls can satisfy the Lord of Debauchery." Hearing his wizard reject his proposal outright, Kalansh nodded without comment and quickly estimated the known information in his mind - soon, the fallen Astartes came to the conclusion that no matter whether the Balaton world was burned by the servants of the Corpse King or not, the few men under his command would not be able to fight against such a force. So, he prepared to do big things. "a lot of." "Very good. Then, apart from these sacrifices, how many mortals do we have who can be armed?" "enough." The wizard, who was fully aware of what his boss was planning, answered the two questions without any hesitation. After hearing his wizard's response, Calanus felt that "this wave is definitely settled" and a "gorgeous" smile appeared on his face. "Make all the other guys into usable materials. I want to see the main areas of Udal decorated beautifully within a month - ah - that must be incredible. Gorgeous..." Calanthe, who had already imagined the future of the Udal world in his mind, suddenly twitched his hands and feet, foamed at the mouth, and his body cracked, giving the poor man sitting there a brief relief. Looking at the warband leader rolling around in the mess, the Slaanesh wizard, who no longer cared about what this guy was going to do, nodded slowly. "Follow your will." ————————————The dividing line between the Hammer guys—————————————————— "So, the next target is the Udal Hive World?" Above the Queen of Glory, Silence, who had been idle for the past two days and was about to molder, stretched out his hands, fiddling with the rib vehicles he had projected into the universe, letting them wander aimlessly in the void, while chatting with the political commissar sister beside him - and beside him, Abathur, who had been monitoring the psychic fluctuations of the world of Udal, was already eager to try, and he was just short of stuffing all the soldiers he could use into the spore sac and sent F2A down. "Yes, although we have pointed out that the Empire is currently short of manpower and whether we should first try to get some advice from veterans in the agricultural world, the two commanders on the Empire side believe that although our raid on the Balaton world can be said to be perfect, as long as the military quality of the Udal world is not too far below the average, it is only a matter of time before those heretics and traitors find out that Balaton has returned to the Empire. Therefore, although Udal has become a world of negative value from all angles, in order to prevent the entire Morton Hess galaxy from being affected too much, solving the problem of Udal must be the top priority next." The political commissar shrugged her shoulders and gave a silent answer. "...A world of negative value? It sounds like if this were a normal situation, Udal would be ordered to die." Abathur made a subtle comment. "After the meeting, I used Iron Father's pawn to discuss this matter with the Rune Priest of the Wolf Group. He meant that, in a certain sense, our attack on Udal must be an alternative extermination order. No mercy or sympathy is allowed." "......this?" After hearing what the political commissar said, the expressions of the two hammer guys who did not attend the meeting suddenly froze. "It has been contained for too long. If we don't want to see corruption resurrect from the depths of Udar's core in the future, we can't be merciful now—these are his exact words when we talked."
The political commissar sighed heavily. Like the other Hammers, she also hoped that things would go in a way that prioritized life. But the Hammers also understood that if they didn't do this, they would have already run away and returned to their world to exchange rewards with Big E. However, what about the Empire? "...In this case, the imperial people in the agricultural world will have to hold out for a while longer. Wait, how about this? Let me play with my ribs." Silent, who felt that he was doing nothing in heaven, suddenly clapped his hands and made a suggestion that made the political commissar sister twitch her brows. "....Are you planning to recreate the Battle in Heaven? They haven't gone to heaven yet, maybe because the war isn't exciting enough. Aren't you afraid that those greenskins will get too excited and start messing around with some weird stuff?" "Actually, I think it's a good idea. Greenskins are afraid of being beheaded, so there's no harm in beheading and crippling them in advance. How about this, I'll go over and get some bean sprouts to play with?" Liang Feifan suddenly appeared, with an expression that said "I don't mind the big deal" on his face. Looking at the two aliens reaching a PY deal without any warning, Abathur also raised his hand. "Alien coalition? Count me in!"