Chapter 273 Stupid

The wide streets used for religious parades became battlefields. The integrated legions of the Redemption became the executioners who destroyed the hive. The believers who believed in the Emperor used his name to persecute those who were unwilling to stand with them on the streets.

"This is nonsense. I didn't see any blasphemous symbols. How did these people rebel?"

Taro was puzzled. He and Benben were hiding in a house. He stuck his head out to observe the situation on the street.

A series of stray bullets hit Taro's head, and glass fragments fell on his head.

The Redemption Legion is now fighting with the new Imperial Guards who are being reorganized and trained in the hive. One side is the fanatical believers who have not received training, and the other side is the new recruits who were caught off guard.

It's really a fight of half a catty and eight taels.

The charge of the Redemption Legion is not as good as those wooden heads of Krieg. They don't even disperse to cross the fire blockade line and then regroup against the bunker.

"Hold on! For the Emperor! The throne will not accept any traitors!"

The commissar wearing a wide-brimmed hat shot several recruits. They might have tried to escape, or they might have been timid in the battle and did not release their rage against the traitors.

The heads that were smashed by the bolt pistols were more frightening than the stray bullets fired by the Legion of Atonement. The commissars in the Imperial Guard had a much higher deterrent power among these recruits than those believers with scriptures wrapped around their bodies.

"Benben wants to eat."

"Okay, let's go. I won't rest."

At Benben's urging, Taro took Benben out of the door. These Imperial Guards stayed here to help him attract firepower. Now he and Benben had to sneak into the hall of the Inquisition and burn Rast's ancient book, so that he could know what happened here.

After all, those stormtroopers might not be able to find the secret room where the books were kept, and Taro was also afraid that everyone in the Inquisition had died. It was safest to do it yourself and always confirm it yourself.

He forcefully opened a manhole in the sewer, which led to a ventilation duct of an air purification station near the Tribunal Hall. He had already cleared this secret passage.

It was as easy as clearing a path in the woods with a steel knife and a flamethrower in Catachan.

Otherwise, he didn't know how to sneak out and drink a few bottles of wine. He couldn't even find tank oil in this broken place of the Tribunal, and he couldn't make his own wine.

"Come on, Benben, come down."

"No, it's too dark there."

"Do you want to eat my sister-in-law's meal?"

"Yes."

"Then come down!"

"Uh, no, it's too dark there."

Taro sighed. If Benben was determined not to go down, he really had no way to do it. "Okay, okay, let me see if there is anything around here that can help your stupid head."

"Take this and eat it slowly here, I'll be back later."

Throw a can of compressed food to Benben. Taro would carry a few cans of this thing with him, so that Benben could sit quietly in one place instead of playing with the wall out of boredom.

Seeing Benben opening the can lid and digging out food with his fingers, Taro knew that he didn't have much time to waste.

"I hope this can help me get in."

Taro, with his hands stained with cigarette ash on the ground, crudely drew an eight-pointed star on his face, and then walked towards the other direction where the Redemption Army and the Imperial Guard were fighting.

He didn't want to be sent to the throne by those inaccurate bullets. How could he die easily before the mission was completed.

After running quickly through a block, Taro heard the sound of begging for mercy and crying. Looking over, it was a small group of Redemption Army trying to break into a house.

They smashed the door with axes and hammers in their hands, and the people in the house cried in fear with their knocking.

"Hey! How about letting me do this! I also want to kill a few Imperial lackeys! I hate the Emperor the most."

Old Emperor, Taro, I am also helpless, please forgive me. I swear that when I find tank oil, the first bottle of wine I brew will be poured on your statue.

"What?"

Those people looked at Taro who was walking towards them with their scarlet and fanatical eyes, and their movements to break the door were much slower.

"Kill him! He is a heretic!"

"Fuck!"

Taro looked at the group of redemption soldiers rushing towards him, and clenched his knife. This was completely different from what he thought. Are these people corrupted or not? Why are those who draw stars so crazy to chop them up?

"Okay, old Emperor, if you are willing to tell me why these people are crazy, I can also make you a unique Catachan steel knife."

Taro rushed forward with a knife, and wiped the eight-pointed star on his face with his hand.

The steel knife was swung out with force and collided with an axe. This huge force was not something that the believers of the Redemption Army could withstand.

The believer's weapon shook off, and he subconsciously pinched his painful hand bones, and then he was pushed on the chin by Taro.

The shattered chin and broken teeth made the believer faint directly, lying on the ground spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

Another believer attacked Taro's waist with a sledgehammer in his hand. If this attack hit, it would cause serious damage to the spine protected by the waist and abdominal muscles.

Taro just protected his waist with his hands, squeezed the hammer head tightly, and chopped off his head with the steel knife in his hand.

The elbow also became one of his deadly weapons. With a quick and powerful lift, he smashed the enemy's chest, and the broken bone fragments pierced the heart. The enemy could only lie on the ground and twitched.

Taro killed all the more than 20 people in this redemption army team. The fatal beheading and the close combat skills that directly destroyed the important organs of the human body made these dead bodies look grotesque.

The chest collapsed deeply and the chin was as soft as Talos steak with bones removed. Not to mention those whose spines were broken in half, like folded quilts.

"You. Are you an imperial army?"

"Ah yes! I'm still a normal person, damn. Do you have a flashlight bulb or something?"

"Please come in first."

Taro looked at the broken door and opened a small gap. His big hand directly pinched the door and quickly opened it and slid in.

A little boy and his mother holding her looked at Taro as if they saw a savior.

"Ahem, tnnd, sorry, I shouldn't say this in front of the children."

"It's okay, sir, thank you for saving us."

"What's wrong with these people? Do they believe in the Emperor or not?"

The mother shook her head and frowned, "I don't know, they suddenly smashed the door of my house aggressively, I swear to the Emperor, they are all neighbors I know, I just saw them report to the Redemption Corps this morning."

"And then in just a moment, they turned into lunatics? Zhima Lizard's rotten ass, really good."

"Then sir. Is the situation outside okay? Is this a special case or are they all fighting?"

"Hey." Taro shook his head and took a head-mounted flashlight handed to him by the little boy.

"The whole nest is a mess, and the military camp behind your block is fighting even harder. I have to go, I have a mission to accomplish."

When the mother heard this, her emotions that had just recovered became excited again. She begged Taro not to leave, otherwise they would really die here. Only the Emperor knew how many redemption troops were active in the cleansing.

"Hey. How old are you, brat?"

"I'm 12."

"Very good! That's enough. When I was 12, I could already roll around with the giant python in my arms! There's no reason you can't do it."

Taro squatted down and handed the laser pistol on his waist to the child, and simply taught him how to use this sturdy and durable weapon.

"Kid, protect your mother, understand?"

"Yes, uncle."

"Brat" Taro pushed open the door and left, and piled the bodies somewhere else so that the house would not become too obvious.

"May the old emperor bless you." Taro ran quickly and rushed all the way back to where Benben was.

At this time, Benben had already finished the canned food, and was playing with the empty shell in his mouth.

"Benben, have you sat here well?"

"Benben, yes."

"That's great, old man Emperor saw that you were well behaved, so he asked me to give you a gift."

Tarot took out the head-mounted lighting, stretched the strap and tied it to Benben's head.

With a snap, the light illuminated the not-so-bright room.

"Is it bright?"

"Bright."

"Tell me thank old man Emperor."

"Thank you Emperor."

"Very good, now follow me down."

"Uh"

Benben was still reluctant to go down to the dark sewer, but Tarot had his own way to coax this big guy.

"Do you like the gift that old man Emperor gave you?"

"Yes."

"If you don't go down, the old man will be unhappy, and then you won't have a light."

With another snap, the light bulb on Benben's head went out. The terrified Benben got into the sewer and told Emperor not to be angry because he was disobedient.

Taro laughed helplessly, turned on the light bulb on Benben's head with the controller in his hand, and then got into the sewer.

He closed the lid, watched Benben turn his head, and curiously watched the light bulb illuminate the darkness he feared. Taro just thought that Benben was living well like this, and he was happy without knowing anything.

"Not afraid of stinky, not afraid of dirty, just afraid of dark. Ogryn people are like this."

Taro walked forward, followed by Benben, and the sound of shells exploding and vibrating pipes came from time to time above his head.

After walking for almost an hour, they finally came to a narrow opening.

"Benben, tear this open, we're going home soon."

"Oh."

Benben came over and pulled the iron plate. He made this small opening that only allowed Taro to lie down and get in small enough for him to lower his head and get in.

The strength of this big fool is really outrageous. Taro looked at the torn iron plate wall. Looking at the huge fan that was still running below, he started a Clark grenade and threw it down.

Salamander: No! People! Imperial Fists: Building structures! Ultramarines: Paperwork! Dark Angels: (laughs)