Chapter 263 Taking up the Post

After finishing the battle, everyone sat on the ground. As No. 0 said, they needed some time to rest, even if the death-seeking legion ignored hunger and thirst from the heart.

But their bodies were still just the standard of mortals.

Grenadier 19 removed the armor on his shoulders, and he felt his arms were a little tired.

Everyone did not take off their masks, but just held the guns in their hands to recover their strength. After all, there were two thin tubes inside the hoses on their masks.

One was connected to the respirator regulator at the chest, which consisted of a particle filter and an electrically driven fan. This respirator can blow clean air into the mask very well.

Even if the filter is damaged, no toxic particles will be mixed in it to pollute the purified circulating gas.

The other thin tube is connected to the built-in water container in the regulator, and the drinking water can be directly drunk by the soldiers.

It is also mixed with dissolved stimulants and nutritional tablets to ensure that the Kriegs can maintain their combat capabilities in extreme environments.

No flames were raised to maintain temperature, after all, their thick coats were enough to keep them warm.

"It's already very deep here. We can't contact the headquarters. Should we continue with the original battle plan?"

"Keep going until we die."

Grenadier 19 answered another grenadier's question, but he vaguely felt that many people in their team should survive. Should No. 0 be blamed for this?

It can't be said that way. At least they killed more enemies of the Emperor, which can be regarded as reducing part of their crimes. In this case, maybe they should thank No. 0 for letting them fight for so long.

"Maybe we are the first team to enter the tunnel system so deep."

"Those traitors do look shocked."

"No. 0, do you have any plans? I mean those so-called red lines, can you see anything new?"

No. 0 shook his head, "I can't see it now. It seems that there must be enemies around. Those things will only appear when you enter the battlefield. It's very quiet around here."

"It's really quiet."

The grenadiers who fell into silence again slowly recovered their strength and sipped drinking water to ensure the water and nutrition needed by the body.

Then they closed their eyes and took a short rest.

No. 0 was not sleepy, but he always felt that something was watching him. He turned back and searched carefully. There was nothing around except them and the cooled corpse.

"Are there any enemies?" Such a small action alerted the grenadiers. They were about to stand up and be on guard, but No. 0 pressed their shoulders and sat down again.

"Nothing, you have a good rest, I'll be on guard enough."

No. 0 touched his head and felt that the eyes staring at him disappeared again. He sat on the ground and adjusted the output rate of the hell gun and energy backpack so that he could use them more easily.

In the waves of the warp, Tzeentch withdrew his gaze from the mortal world. He covered his face and felt more distressed.

"Why did the plan change again."

In Tzeentch's imagination, Lin Fan should have been chopped by the furious Khorne, and then fell to the religious world of Landes, and acted according to the prophecy of the saint Lakulas he left behind.

Those believers would keep this damn guy in the church and teach him what it means to be a saint. Ignorant believers and fanatical believers would pollute the subject's consciousness, so that the threat to Tzeentch would not be so great.

But the only problem is that when Tzeentch clearly saw that the subject's consciousness was polluted by religion and that stupid face had already shown the sacredness and inhumanity of religion, he suddenly changed back.

Then he ran back to the battlefield, making all the foreshadowing he had laid in the sect become waste paper. Now those idiots wrestle every day in the church area, and no one can stand up to calm everyone and keep the subject in the church.

"Really. Maybe I should get a few more authoritative guys? Stop the checks and balances?"

This time, Tzeentch really began to seriously consider this possibility. If there was a ruthless enough guy in the church at that time, just like the legion of the paraplegic guy of Khorne.

There is a ruthless person who can make everyone obey, instead of everyone becoming a traitor, considering completing the task of the gods while pitting their teammates.

Maybe this subject will be left in the church to be a religious saint, and finally Tzeentch will show him a saint to boost his reputation.

From then on, it is not impossible to split the empire's faith into two, and finally fall into a civil war about true faith with the corpse emperor, and the subject will naturally become his own god's choice.

The Horus Rebellion and the Subjective Rebellion will become the two darkest strokes in the history of the human empire.

How perfect, but it's a pity that something unexpected happened at the critical moment.

What exactly was not calculated?

Is the reputation of Saint Lakulas not big enough? Do the believers have doubts about Lakulas' words?

It shouldn't be.

Tzeentch took out a pocket watch, and he used this thing to regionally trace back the time flow of the star zone where the Landes world is located, and by the way, pulled a group of orcs from the next star zone and threw it up.

The next step was to disrupt the prophecy of a prophetic meeting of the Craft World and send them to the Landes World to cause trouble. The orcs were responsible for the frontal assault, and the Eldar were responsible for the covert breakthrough.

The defense of the Landes world was about to become precarious. When the enemy was about to attack the last nest, Tzeentch would just create a fake saint and use a huge amount of psychic energy to turn the Eldar and the Orcs into idiots.

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Lakulas, who was shining with golden light, shouted, "For the Emperor!"

The imperial soldiers followed the saint Lakulas as if they were injected with chicken blood, pushed back the attack of the orcs, and ambushed the Eldar troops by the way.

In order to prevent the Eldar from coming to avenge their troops, Tzeentch changed the prophecy of the Prophet's Conference and asked them to focus on other places.

Tzeentch was irritated and turned the hands of the pocket watch in his hand. He was puzzled.

He looked at the pocket watch in his hand. Could it be that there was a loophole in the things made in this golden age of mankind?

Tzeentch remembered that this was one of the key weapons for the human federation to fight against the ancient Eldar Empire.

At that time, the human fleet was helpless against the Eldar's prophecy and the webway transportation method. Finally, the scientists developed a huge time-reversal device that could be loaded on ships.

Whenever the Eldar ambush a group of human fleets through prophecy, they will activate the time-reversal device to restore the battlefield to before the war and conduct new operations.

The Eldar continue to prophesy and ambush, and humans continue to rewind and start all over again.

In the end, both sides felt that this kind of war was worthless except for consuming the energy of both sides, so they signed a simple non-aggression treaty, and since then, large-scale wars between the two sides have never broken out again.

"Alas. At least the other backup plans came in handy."

Tzeentch crushed the time-reversal device that he had redesigned and simplified. After all, he couldn't play with a time-reversal device as big as a ship reactor. That would be too uncool for an evil god. He held the pen in his hand and leaned on the table to start writing new plans and plans.

After writing for a while, Tzeentch felt that the power of change in his body weakened, and then became stronger again. He knew that the web of fate above his head began to weave possible fate lines and endings around the subject again.

"At least the power of the two idiots, Slaanesh and Khorne, has been weakened a lot, and the corpse king also needs to recover, which is still very beneficial to me."

Thinking of this, Tzeentch couldn't help laughing out loud. Now only the fat guy Nurgle has not been weakened, but how to involve this guy who never cares about the world?

Tzeentch thought about it and called a changeable demon. This time it was not the two-headed Carlos who was talking nonsense. That guy was still outside to complete his task of stirring up trouble among various forces.

Looking at the Lord of Change who was bowing to him, Tzeentch nodded with satisfaction, and then said with a smile, "Rocasna."

"I am here, the omniscient and almighty master."

"Remember the Landes world?"

"I remember, the omniscient and almighty master."

"Hey, Xiao Luo, don't be so distant, just call me the principal."

Rocasna raised his head, looking a little ashamed, "I... haven't done anything for the principal since graduation, how can I be embarrassed to call myself your student. I always say that I am a junior college graduate from the Bone Cutting Vocational School, so as not to embarrass the school and the principal."

"That's right, as the principal, how could I care about these false names? Everyone in this subspace doesn't know that the school we can't graduate from has the highest admission standards."

Tzeentch put down his pen, stretched out his hand to help Rocasna, who was kneeling on the ground, and looked at him with concern with his 9999 eyes.

"Principal. I."

"Well, I came here this time because I have high hopes for you. I know that some classmates are dissatisfied and sarcastic about you having the honor of being an outstanding graduate but not being able to achieve results."

Tzeentch immediately hit the most painful part of Rocasna's heart. He was beaten to death for not being able to keep the seal, and was swallowed by the rift while recuperating. He was in a mess after returning.

When he was in college, he was also a well-known figure, but after leaving college and entering the society of the subspace, he made no achievements.

Many former classmates all expressed contempt for Rocasna's current situation.

"Class leader Rocasna, where are you now?"

"I."

Rocasna wanted to cover up a little, but another classmate pointed out his current predicament, "How can he have a job? The regular position is gone. I heard that the unit was jointly invested and built by three principals, but now it has been destroyed. Are you relying on the minimum living allowance to eat now?"

"I." Rocasna opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. He can only rely on the minimum living allowance of the big demon to barely make ends meet, and can only make a living by taking mortal souls from the soul quota every time.

I have to say, if there is really a 40k total war, I will buy it.