Although I had expected the ending, I was still taken aback when I saw the tragic situation of Lorf. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His corpse was completely charred black, one arm was missing, and in front of him lay several orcs of various appearances, and it seemed that he had fought a fierce battle. If it weren't for the gray cloak on his back, we wouldn't have recognized him.

"But to be honest, this cloak is really burn-resistant, he's almost burned to ashes, and this cloak is basically fine." Johnny stepped forward and said heartlessly, "Can you do it for me?" He didn't need it anyway. ”

Richard glared at him, and Jackson had a numb expression of indifference. I waved my hand and motioned for Johnny to wait, then stuck my power sword on the ground, held my shield in my hand, and slowly got down on one knee and began to pray.

"Great God-Emperor, Protector of Mankind, Guardian of the Empire, behold this valiant warrior who, no matter what mistakes he has made before him, fought to the end as your warrior, and we remember this sacrifice and grant him rest."

Whatever Lorf wanted to do, since he had died in battle, and had chosen to die with the enemy, he deserved it.

Then, I stood up and looked at Johnny "The cloak can be given to you, but he's a symbol of the wanderer, are you ready?" ”

Johnny was stunned for a moment, then smiled widely, "Just for what you said earlier, I was confused with you, Lord Reverend." ”

I nodded, then stood up, took Lorf's cloak off, and handed it to Johnny, "Well, the cloak is yours, welcome to the wanderers, Private Johnny." ”

Then I took another look at Lorf's wreckage, hoping that wouldn't end for all of us.

"So, what now, Lord Reverend?" Richard leaned over and pushed the scope on his face "It's not safe here, the orcs are still hanging around......"

Indeed, whether this mission succeeds or fails, the result has been achieved, and as for Lorf's affairs, it can be over.

"Jackson, how's the communication?" I asked, hoping to hear some good news.

But Jackson just took out the communicator and looked at it, then shook his head faintly, "Nothing, at least Company Commander Ryan's piece." Suddenly, Jackson's ****** unchanged face suddenly showed a surprised expression, "Wait, Lord Pastor, there's a communication coming, it's Echoman!" ”

"Take it," I said hurriedly.

Jackson held the communicator up to the center of the four of us and turned on the broadcast mode.

"Hey, Lord Edward, do you hear me?" After a rustling murmur, Echoman's voice came.

"Hear, soldier, praise the Emperor, you are safe."

"Ah, praise the Emperor, I'm still worried that you've run into an army of heretics, after all, you just heard such a loud explosion."

"Okay, okay, we're fine, where are you?"

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Eckerman's voice came over: "The one I brought with me is fine, only one person has been lost, and two civilians have been found to fight, and the Astarte monk has also been awakened by us. ”

I know, that's the next thing, "What about Ryan?" ”

"The company commander was seriously injured, the others were all wiped out, no one survived, and we are now on our way to the Space Marines base."

I tried to control my emotions, then exhaled and said, "You'll fix up there when you arrive, we're done here, we'll be there soon." "Then, I cut off the call.

Then, I looked around, and all three of them looked a little bad.

"The Emperor has witnessed our sacrifice, and their blood will not be shed in vain. Now, let's go. ”

―――――――――― Carrick―――――――――

Carrick looked down at the battlefield in front of him, the Ark Spirit Clan was fighting with the Chaos, and it was clear that Chaos had an advantage.

The Ark Spirits have always pursued flashy fighting styles, and this is what Carrick despises them the most, and the more powerful the Arks, the more so.

The Dark Spirits never mind change, they know that they are higher than the lower creatures, but the brutal struggle within them forces the Dark Spirits to grow stronger.

In comparison, the pirate's men were better than the Elveins on Iyandon's Ark.

Carrick shook his head, putting the boring thoughts behind him, and then focused his attention on the battlefield again.

Good, the Chaos wizard seems to be a good opponent, at least Carrick seems to have a good time playing with the spirits.

And those Ark Spirit Clan, only have the courage to be bored, there are so many of them, but they can't even solve those few demon engines, they can only fight with those brainless cultists. The prophet, she is estimated to be about the same age as the adopted daughter of a pirate.

Carrick scoffed, there's nothing more fun to fight than killing a confident enemy.

Carrick fused his figure with the darkness and sped down the hill.

Have some more fun.

Makan watched as the prophet had killed the captain of the Chaos guard next to her, who had been corrupted by chaos, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

But it's just a bit of a surprise.

"Don't struggle, stupid pointed ears, you are but boring dolls in the presence of the great God, now, tear them apart, my servants."

A demon engine swung its automatic cannon and cutting pliers and slashed at the Eldars, their fragile pointed ears torn to shreds by the tower, and beside the demon engine, the Exterminators and Cultists were fearlessly charging at the Elven positions.

Soon, soon, the true God will be satisfied with his sacrifice.

"You seem to be shouting with joy, pointy-eared, pointy-eared, low-level creature."

There was a sound like grinding steel, and then the huge engine came to a halt, and then, with a smooth cut, removed the engine's head.

"Seriously, I'm getting a little tired of playing this garbage." A figure in pitch black and monstrous armor appeared next to the fallen demon engine.

Then, he raised the massive blade in his hand at Makan.

"Why don't you come?"