Screwhead drove his own killing can "Smash Trash Fish" and looked around with a dozen assault boys. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Technician, we still haven't found the Great Shaman!"

"Then go on!" Screwhead shouted impatiently, then shifted his giant mech to stare at the assault boy.

"Or do you have any opinions?"

Faced with the tremendous pressure of smashing the Miscellaneous Fish, the kid immediately succumbed.

"Yes, yes, technician!"

Screwhead waved his large drill bit and looked at the rubble and burns of the explosion around him.

It was clear that there had been a big battle around the area, and for some reason, the screw head always felt a little bad.

Those big guys are really difficult to solve, and it took almost half of the boys of the insidious Black Gun Gang to solve them, but these are not problems now, even if there are only more than a hundred boys left in the Insidious Black Gun Gang, if the Great Shaman of Wazak comes back, the problem can be solved quickly, but if there is no Great Shaman, such a small number of people, there is almost no spark at all.

In his years so far, Screw Head has never been as worried about the life and death of his boss as he is now, because the boss he met in the past was some guy who was idle and liked to tear the technician boy to vent his anger, and now he finally ran into a good head, he didn't want the new boss to hang up so soon.

Suddenly, a few boys let out a burst of exclamation.

"What's wrong?" Screwhead stepped on the accelerator and smashed the Miscellaneous Fish, moving closer to there.

"Technician, the great shaman seems to be hanging."

The boy said, then pointed to the figure that had fallen to the ground.

It was indeed a Wazak shaman, except that all his limbs were missing, his body was covered in burns, and a hideous wound pierced his chest.

The screw head sighed, it seems that the great shaman is not saved.

"Okay, let's ......" Suddenly, the screw head noticed something, and just now, the great shaman's eyelids jumped.

The screw head immediately realized one thing, the great shaman was still saved.

"Take the Great Shaman, he's still alive, take him to the butcher, we'll revive him!"

Then Screwhead lowered his car and hung the remains of Vazak onto his mecha with his right hand.

"Now out of the way!"

――――(Edward's first perspective)――――

As the orbit on the ground gets denser and denser, I feel like we're getting closer to our projected next phase destination.

Stern, a ground transportation hub in the middle of the Tasolak Sea, was originally responsible for nearly half of the planet's transportation, with countless trains departing from here every day to deliver fresh food to Tantalus V.

But now, I can't see the prosperity he deserves at all.

Stern looked like a lonely huge iron mountain in the middle of a rubble field, a bit like a small nest capital, and overall, it seemed to be extremely out of tune with the surrounding environment, as if it had been airdropped directly after a certain forging world had been repaired.

Maybe that's not necessarily the case? Those dense train tracks, like the cracks that the city has smashed into the planet, stretch to all corners.

I took a closer look, and maybe I was on the point, that this shape of the building was more in line with the crowded world of the Hive than the somewhat barren wasteland world of Tantalus V.

From a distance, Stearns doesn't seem to have suffered much damage, but there is no human population either. The steam and the roar of the machine were completely imperceptible, and it stood there like an ancient machine in a deep sleep.

Even though it was once a mechanical heart that roared day and night, it is now dead - it may be difficult to understand, but when you see such an abandoned world, you must see that it is long dead, just like me.

"What do we do next?" Echoman asked.

Ryan looked around, then at me, with an inquiring eye. I nodded in acknowledgment, trying to recover myself from the shadow of the Chaos Wizard and not let the frightened people worry about it any more.

Ignorance is a virtue.

"Well, let's go in and see if we can get some useful supplies, find some more transportation, and praise the emperor, it doesn't seem to be too badly damaged."

The group walked silently into the ruins of Stern, and along the charred railroad tracks, we walked into the twisted iron gate ten meters high, and walked into the darkness.

I don't want to say how much these scenes have touched me, I've seen the darker and filthy bottom of the hive, the deepest part of the city corrupted by chaos, fighting some evil that most people have never seen in their dreams, this abandoned hive, though huge and dark, but at least, its rust and dust smell much better than the stench of chaos.

Suddenly, the Space Marine who was walking in front stopped, he raised his hand, and everyone stopped, looking at him nervously.

Then, he did something that everyone expected.

He picked up his heavy blaster and fired a shot into the dark passage.

The loud roar of the blaster echoed through the crowded aisle, startling everyone.

But we weren't the only ones who were taken aback.

"There's someone up there, right above us." Alice whispered, then raised her own blaster pistol.

"In the name of the God Emperor!" Ryan shouted, and everyone formed a battle formation.

Some people aren't worried at all, though.

For example, Space Marine, and Omni.

"Looks like we're lucky, these people who are hiding aren't enemies, at least not yet." Omni leaned over and said.

"What do you mean by that?"

"That shot fired by the Space Marines just now gave them a location." Then Omni touched his chin: "They have an absolute terrain advantage, and if they are enemies, we have few left alive." ”

"So what's next?" Ryan asked, seeming a little anxious.

Omini shrugged, and I walked forward, past the Space Marine.

"If there's something wrong, don't think about it." I whispered as I walked past him, then noticed that he nodded very lowly.

I stepped forward, walked into the open area, held up my holy scriptures, and said in a loud voice:

"In the name of the God Emperor!"

After a while, a ghostly figure appeared, appearing to be a human.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Imperial Guard, Fourteenth Division of Datania, Company of Wanderers, I am Company Priest Edward."

The other party did not reply, and I still held the holy book in my hand, unmoved.

Half a minute later, a dry, old, and trembling voice came.

"The Golden Throne is above, ......"