Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 115: Happy Addition
Looking at the slightly thin young man in front of him, Mirren gave his unquestionable order.

Although he personally believed that all humans who defected to the aliens deserved to die, this was a new world after all, and he could not be sure whether there were things here that were extremely important to the Empire and the Primarch. In this case, he was willing to confirm it a little more.

Nfirea was pressed by two powerful Dark Angel Space Marines and came in front of Mirren. The first thing he saw was Enri lying on the ground like a torn bag. In an instant, his forced expression collapsed and he wanted to pounce on Enri.

But the two Space Marines' hands gripped his body like hydraulic clamps, and Nfirea could not move, and instead felt like his arms were about to be crushed.

The intense pain woke Nfirea up. He quickly stopped struggling to show that he was not a threat, while observing Enri's condition.

Although weak, Enri's chest did rise and fall, and Enri was still alive.

Nfirea breathed a sigh of relief, buried his hatred for the black-armored warriors who suddenly appeared, and said to the winged man who was a head taller than the ordinary black-armored warriors with gritted teeth:

"Tell me, will you give me a life?"

The sound of a bullet being loaded.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

Originally, Nfirea tried to bargain with the giant leader in front of him, but it was obvious that Miren didn't buy it and directly took out his bolter.

Although he cares about some of the little secrets of this world, he doesn't care too much.

After all, the loyal First Legion has no secrets, and even if there are, they exist under the orders of the Emperor and the Great Primarch.

So, in summary, the First Order has no secrets.

What's more, for the Dark Angels, even if the opponent doesn't say anything, they have plenty of ways to pry open the enemy's mouth.

"I am the herbalist of this village and a second-tier magic caster. My name is Nfirea, and I am..."

"Speak the key."

"Okay, let's get to the point."

Originally, Nfirea tried to delay time and wait for the possible support from the Sorcerous Kingdom.

After all, this was the base for the Sorcerous Kingdom to research potions, and its previous performance had always been good. Nfirea believed that the Sorcerer King Ainz would not give up this place so easily. If they delayed a little longer, perhaps they could wait for reinforcements from the Sorcerous Kingdom.

But Miren's attitude made him dare not delay any longer. These black-armored warriors used powers that he did not understand at all, so Nfirea did not dare to bet on how much the other party cared about his skills and secrets, and whether they would really kill him directly.

But he had no other choice but to bite the bullet and say:

"I am a potion researcher in the Sorcerous Kingdom. I am currently researching God's Blood healing potions, and I have already achieved the point where I can mass produce them. I have a complete set of research materials and the necessary equipment for God's Blood."

"Blood of God? Healing potion? Which of the two are you talking about?"

Miren took out two bottles of potions from the secret compartment of his power armor. These were given to him by Bishop John after he came to this world.

One potion was green and the other was red.

According to John, these are all potions with effects comparable to second-tier healing magic. The only difference is that the green one has a shelf life, and the effect will gradually deteriorate over time, eventually losing its magical effect completely after a few years.

The red bottle of potion is the legendary potion called God's Blood. Its effect is always stable and will not deteriorate over time. It can remain intact even after being left for six hundred years.

According to the Silian Theocracy, the earliest blood of God was brought here by the six great gods, now called the six saints. The Silian Theocracy has spent six hundred years trying to reverse the blood of God, but now it can only produce it using expensive raw materials.

Mirren's understanding of these potions is that they are a degraded version of panaceas, but it must be said that they are indeed very convenient to use.

Currently, scientific researchers in the Human Empire are working overtime to try to figure out the principles of these potions and then implement large-scale mechanized production. However, the system here is completely different from the Empire's previous technological route and needs to be explored from scratch. Based on what Milren saw before he set out, the progress was not very good.

The information that Nfirea mentioned at this time was obviously very useful, but Miren felt that Nfirea obviously had a lot more to say.

"Yes, and then what?"

Nfirea sensed that Millen's tone had softened, and he couldn't help but feel happy, and continued to demonstrate his own value.

"I am a natural psychic. My ability is that I can use all magical tools without restriction."

"Unrestricted?"

"Try this?"

Miren threw a combat dagger to Nfirea. Of course, this thing was a combat dagger for the Space Marines, but for a petite boy like Nfirea, it was just a large machete.

Nfirea shook the combat dagger and quickly looked at the equipment in his hand.

It was a weapon in a scabbard made of unknown animal leather, with the handle and scabbard decorated with imperial eagles and winged swords. At Miren's signal, Nfirea pulled out the combat dagger and then successfully activated it. A layer of light blue decomposition force field began to cover the blade of the dagger.

"Try this again."

Miren threw another phase plasma pistol to Nfirea. This gun was not ordinary. It was different from the plasma weapons commonly used by the Empire. It was a real precision product from the Mechanicus.

A true plasma pistol that will not overheat, with double insurance from genes and machine souls to prevent it from being used if it falls into enemy hands.

Then Miren was surprised to see the plasma pistol activated in Nfirea's hand.

Nfirea bypassed the double insurance of genes and machine souls without doing anything. This person might really be able to use all kinds of equipment without restrictions as he said.

This thing is very useful, we can’t let him die.

I have to clone a few when I get back and test whether the clones can inherit this ability. If they can, I will try to see if the ability is still there after removing the frontal lobe and making them into mechanical servants.

Just this ability, apart from other things, makes some of the equipment in the Dark Angels' arsenal whose sources are not convenient to reveal much easier to use in the future.

"How about it, can you exchange it for a life?"

Nfirea knew that the big thing in his hand was a weapon similar to the magic gun, and he had also seen these black-armored warriors use similar weapons to create powerful attacks, but Nfirea, who was holding the plasma pistol, had no intention of launching an attack at all.

Are you kidding? I can't do anything with a magic gun that I can only use but don't know how to use, okay?

As for Millen, he was even less afraid. He was only a few meters away from Nfirea. As long as Nfirea dared to shoot, he would let him say goodbye to his two hands immediately.

Even if Nfirea fired first, he would be able to cut off his hands first.

"Okay."

Mirren nodded, but continued:
"You have indeed demonstrated your worth, but it seems that your secret has not yet been revealed."

Nfirea looked at the ruined Kahn Village and decided that since he was going to change his master, he might as well betray him to the end.

He was not like those ignorant villagers in Carne Village who naively believed that Ainz was a good person after knowing what he had done.

Nfirea had long known about Ainz's cruel and inhuman nature.

He also knew that he and others were of no more value to Ainz than to judge their value, and there was absolutely no such thing as pure kindness.

But this secret was indeed very important, so Nfirea looked around before asking, "Should we talk about it here?"

Miren smiled and said, "It's okay, just talk here. We have no secrets in the First Legion. Everything we say and do is aboveboard. Just say it directly."

Nfirea took a deep breath and spoke out the deepest secret that he had kept in his heart for many years.

“In fact, the dark hero Momon is the Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown in disguise.”

It has to be said that Mirren was somewhat disappointed with this secret.

If other natives of this world heard the truth they would be horrified, but to the Dark Angels this secret is of little value.

Feifei is a powerful steel-class adventurer who has resolved major crises for the humans of this world. He is one of the few humans who can dissuade the Sorcerer King.

But to the Dark Angels and other imperial forces, Feifei was just another traitor who had the power to resist but chose to bow down. He was originally on the execution list, and now he is simply convinced that the blasphemous alien is even more despicable and worse than he imagined.

Feeling that the other party's reaction was different from what he had imagined, Nfirea felt a little panicked, fearing that the chance to survive that he had finally obtained would be lost again.
At this time, Mirren comforted him for the first time.

"It doesn't matter. You have already demonstrated enough value. You, your grandmother, and this An Li can survive."

Miren paused, pointed a finger at the sky and said:

"I guarantee by the honor of Wolf King Leman Russ that I will protect the lives of the three of you."

Very good!
Nfirea finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in the balance. Although he didn't know who the Wolf King Leman Russ was, he knew that such strong men often attached great importance to honor and commitment. With this oath, he, Enri, and his grandmother could finally survive.

As for future treatment, it should be the same as when working for the Sorcerer King, except that my freedom will be greatly reduced, or even completely lost.

But at least I'm alive, and as long as I'm alive I have a chance.

Nfirea was taken away, and Miron ordered his subordinates to confirm the memories of these people. He did not intend to directly believe Nfirea's one-sided statement, and directly checking the memories was a necessary step.

(End of this chapter)