In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

"Praise the Emperor! Praise the Angels!" Mortals knelt on the ground, trying to kiss Solomon's boots.

After dealing with all that, Solomon turned around and saw a scene that made him both laugh and cry.

Osiris pulled out a cloth and frantically wiped his power armor.

"So filthy! So filthy!" he kept muttering, his resentment so intense that the three people next to him instinctively took two steps back.

"Cough, cough, that's enough, Osiris, stop wiping." Solomon couldn't stand it anymore. "After this job, I'll have Caesar get you a cleaning kit. I might even get you some holy water so you can take a bath."

Osiris paused, turned his head, and stared at Caesar: "Really?"

Caesar walked over and shrugged. "Really, I'm a big spender, I'll pay the bill, I'll cover the points, okay?"

Just then, Caesar's helmet transmitted a communication message.

"This is the 110th Regiment of the Kadia Army. Calling Your Excellency, we...we have discovered the coordinates of another altar..."

Although the communication signal was severely interfered with, the coordinates were transmitted clearly.

Caesar glanced at the coordinates and then sent them to the others.

"Brothers, we've got a job. The colonel has found a second spot."

"Then let's go!" Osiris hurriedly threw down the cloth in his hand, grabbed a weapon again, and said menacingly, "Quickly kill the rest of the Chaos scum, I need to take a bath!"

Solomon couldn't help but laugh as he looked at his friend, whose fighting spirit had been rekindled.

"Let's go, hurry up and get to the next altar, finish the work as soon as possible and get out of here!"

Volume 1: Chapter 9 Let's Fly with the Bunker

When Solomon and his team arrived at the coordinates given by the colonel, they were also somewhat dumbfounded.

"Holy crap? This is the location of the second altar?"

Vlad squatted in front of the statue desecrated by graffiti, staring in shock at the solemn building before him.

Vlad: Is this the state church? These heretics are going to go this far? Creating chaos right under the Emperor's nose?

Before them stood a magnificent church, its once sacred stained glass windows now shattered, replaced by various twisted and eerie runes.

[Solomon: I think most of these cult members have lost their minds. Aren't they afraid of Old Man Huang's psychic powers?]

In the center of the church, Tzeentch, a wizard covered in feathers and dressed in a long robe, stood on the altar, raising his psionic staff.

Around him, nine crystal pillars emitted a faint blue light, forming a complex magic circle.

"The nine pillars have been erected! The gates of the nine-layered labyrinth are about to open! The messenger of the Supreme Eagle is about to descend and bestow upon me supreme wisdom!"

The wizard roared madly, and with each swing of his staff, the veil of reality thinned a little more.

As he called out, a gigantic bird claw was attempting to break through the veil of the subspace and descend into the real universe.

It was clearly a demon lord of all transformations, a cunning and extraordinary high-ranking demon.

The wizard grew increasingly excited, "The plan is about to be completed! This world will soon become part of the highest heavens, granting me unparalleled wisdom!"

With a roar, Colonel Custer and his commando team successfully stormed into the church.

It was not a reckless charge, but a precise tactical raid.

Without further ado, all the soldiers threw the remaining thirteen high-explosive grenades into the center of the magic circle.

"No! You foolish mortals!" the wizard screamed in terror, trying to use his psionic shield to block the explosion.

A barely perceptible golden glint flashed in the eyes of the filthy imperial statue standing in the shadows.

The thirteenth grenade did not explode immediately upon landing; instead, it bounced off a piece of gravel at an extremely strange angle.

As if it had eyes, it rolled along the ground to the base of one of the crystal pillars.

With the high temperature and explosion, the pillar broke with a loud crack.

The original nine pillars were instantly reduced to eight.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The bird's claw, which had already extended halfway, froze and then instantly retracted.

Immediately afterwards, the dark blue subspace rift suddenly turned into a violent red.

It's important to know that in the Warhammer 40k universe, each of the four gods has a corresponding Holy Number, with Tzeentch's Holy Number being 9.

And 8 is the sacred number associated with another irritable guy.

"No! This isn't right! This isn't the plan!"