My Desperate Journey in 40k

Just like Guilliman's Hand of Ruler cannot hold a pen, Wang Ming is much larger than Guilliman, and his normal armored hand is about the same size as Guilliman's Hand of Ruler.

Wang Ming could only take off his power armor every time he dealt with documents, but it was too troublesome to put it on every time. Wang Ming simply did not wear the power armor when he was not fighting and only wore ordinary clothes.

"Let's go."

Wang Ming looked at Qin Ji and walked towards the exit of the castle.

However, Wang Ming didn't know that he would have to pay a small price for not wearing power armor this time.

Wang Ming and Qin Ji walked out of the castle, got on a Land Raider, and headed towards the traversers' base.

In the base of the time travelers, large and small vehicles and various aircraft were coming and going in and out of the base. The mortal auxiliary troops were together with the time travelers, riding on various vehicles to the battlefields, just like the scene of the Great Expedition era.

After arriving at the base, Wang Ming, under the leadership of Qin Ji, went to the place where the plague warriors were imprisoned.

It was on an open space, with a water tank one meter long and half a meter high placed on the ground. Five time travelers were standing around it, looking at the things in the tank, and occasionally pointing their grenade launchers into it.

Wang Ming looked at the five time travelers and walked towards them under the leadership of Qin Ji.

"Boss, you're finally here, hurry up, burn it to death!"

The five time travelers saw Wang Ming and hurriedly ran towards him, shouting as they ran.

Wang Ming nodded, then walked to the water tank. Just as he was five meters away from the water tank, the smell of alcohol rushed into his nostrils. Wang Ming frowned, walked directly to the side of the water tank and looked into it.

I saw a plague warrior who was cut into a human stick, wearing a bone conduction headset and lying in a pool of alcohol.

Wang Ming looked at the plague warrior in the water tank and ignited a golden flame in his hand, ready to burn him to death.

Just as Wang Ming extended his hand to the plague warrior, the plague warrior suddenly began to twitch violently. His flesh and blood, which were connected to the power armor, suddenly began to wriggle rapidly and continuously, as if countless insects were swarming randomly in his body.

Wang Ming looked at the scene in front of him, and quickly stepped back, quickly distanced himself from him.

Just as Wang Ming was stepping back, the water tank containing the Plague Warrior suddenly exploded, and liquid alcohol scattered in the sky. The Plague Warrior had turned into a bloated and disgusting monster with many disgusting tentacles growing on its body. It was obvious that this creature must have been blessed by Nurgle on the spot. The scene was completely enchanted, and disgusting tentacles attacked Wang Ming one after another.

"Fuck!"

Wang Ming looked at those disgusting green tentacles and subconsciously reached for his waist, trying to draw out the giant golden sword.

But Wang Ming didn't touch anything but his belt. After thinking for a nanosecond, Wang Ming pulled out his belt in a flash. Having a weapon is at least better than having no weapon. However, without the belt, his pants were a little loose.

The time travelers also saw the changes here and quickly raised their grenade launchers to support Wang Ming. However, the bombs did not cause any damage to the plague warrior who had been upgraded to a demon. The bombs exploded on his body and only blasted out disgusting green pus.

Wang Ming was holding a belt with golden flames burning on it. Holding the burning belt, Wang Ming rushed towards the plague warriors who were ascending to the demon realm.

Wang Ming rushed towards the plague warriors with one hand holding up his trousers and the other holding a belt. He whipped the plague warriors with the belt. The powerful force of the original body even made an explosion sound. Several tentacles were directly broken by this blow. Golden flames burned at the broken parts of the tentacles, preventing the plague warriors from regenerating.

"Fuck, I should have worn power armor."

Wang Ming held up his trousers and looked at the plague warrior in front of him who was rising to the level of a demon, thinking in his heart.

"Roar!"

The plague warrior who had ascended to demon status was enraged by the pain of his burning soul. He roared and danced towards his bloated and disgusting body. Wang Ming rushed towards it, and his two short legs ran at a swift speed that shouldn't have appeared on such a huge body.

Wang Ming looked at the twisted body rushing towards him, turned around and ran towards the time travelers, fastening his belt as he ran.

"That guy was blessed by Nurgle himself. You killed the Chosen of Nurgle before, and this is to avenge you."

Wang Ming was running when suddenly the emperor's voice appeared in his head.

"What the hell? Blessing from Nurgle himself? Wait, how did Nurgle know I would be here?"

After hearing the Emperor's voice, Wang Ming turned around to look at the plague warrior who looked like the Great Unclean One, and asked the Emperor while running faster.

"He has already planned this. You have completely angered Him."

The Emperor said to Wang Ming that Wang Ming's killing of Nurgle's Chosen had completely angered Nurgle, so Nurgle plotted against Wang Ming. (It was definitely not because the Emperor had taken the soul fragment away)

"Now what?"

Wang Ming looked at the plague warriors behind him and asked the emperor, how can he fight when he has no equipment now?

"Lend me your body, I'll help you solve it."

It seemed as if the emperor was waiting for Wang Ming to say this. As soon as he heard Wang Ming say this, he couldn't wait to speak.

"Well, Lord Emperor, forget it. I suddenly remembered that I still have the system. I'll use some equipment to kill it. You don't have to do it yourself."

After hearing what the Emperor said, Wang Ming immediately turned around, took out a power sword from the system, and rushed towards the Plague Warriors. Just kidding, instead of being possessed by the Emperor again, it would be better to deal with the Plague Warriors himself.

"No, you want me to do it."

Just as Wang Ming took the power sword and rushed towards the plague warriors, the emperor suddenly said.

"What the hell?"

After hearing the emperor's words, Wang Ming suddenly felt his eyelids getting heavy and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Emperor! You..."

This was the last sentence Wang Ming said before he lost consciousness. Wang Ming had already greeted the Emperor tens of thousands of times in his heart. Wang Ming fell to the ground while running.

"Why are you so angry, young man? Can't you just borrow my body?"

"Wang Ming" stood up from the ground, brushed off the dust on his body, and then threw the power sword directly to the ground. He did not need these weapons.

"I'm just borrowing your body. It won't cost you anything."

"Wang Ming" looked at the bloated and disgusting body of the plague warrior in front of him, and walked towards him leisurely, dragging his clothes as he walked, and also took out a bottle of wine from the system mall. "Wang Ming" kept showing off his wine while dragging his clothes.

"It's still the physical body that's at ease."

"Wang Ming" dragged himself down to his underwear, and then threw the clothes directly to the time travelers in the distance from a distance.

After doing all this, "Wang Ming" simply rushed towards the plague warriors wearing only his shorts and holding a wine bottle. "Wang Ming" was covered in golden flames, and he fought with the ascended plague warriors with his bare hands.

"Fuck, this scene."

Qin Ji watched "Wang Ming" fighting with the plague warriors who had ascended to demons and turned on the recording function of his helmet. The scene was really funny.

It is outrageous that a Primarch wearing only a pair of white shorts and carrying a bottle of wine is compared to an extremely bloated, disgusting, twisted, and rotten green monster.

Qin Jilu was very happy, but he didn't know that he would be severely punished by Wang Ming because of this incident.

"Wang Ming" was like some Terran animal having fun, using his fists wrapped in golden flames to punch the Plague Warrior's twisted body one by one. Every attack made the golden flames bloom on the Plague Warrior's body like fireworks.

The flames of human karma burned on the bodies of the Plague Warriors, burning not only their flesh but also their souls that had been contaminated by the Chaos God.

The pain that burned the soul made the plague warriors, who had already lost the pain of the body, feel heartbroken.

The Plague Warrior roared and swung his bloated claws towards "Wang Ming". "Wang Ming" nimbly dodged the claws and hit the Plague Warrior's body with a big punch.

This powerful bidou instantly blew away the Plague Warrior's huge body. The Plague Warrior's body, which had become more than five meters tall due to the blessing, flew in the air, drew a parabola in the air, and directly smashed into the tent of a team of traversers. After a few seconds, gunshots suddenly rang out in the tent.

The team of travelers in the tent were originally preparing to go out to carry out a mission, but just as they reached the door, a huge monster fell from the sky and crashed into the tent.

After a few seconds of confusion, they reacted quickly. They had just prepared their weapons and supplies and started fighting the monster directly.

"Wang Ming" listened to the fighting sounds coming from the tent not far away and smiled, then quickly ran over there. The speed of the Primarch was fully demonstrated by "Wang Ming". The time travelers around who were watching the battle could not see "Wang Ming's" movements clearly, and "Wang Ming" disappeared from their sight.

"Wang Ming" was moving so fast that even the camera function of Qin Ji's helmet could only capture a little afterimage.

"Wang Ming" disappeared from the sight of the time travelers, and then appeared in front of the team of time travelers fighting with the plague warriors.

Brothers, look at the pictures of the Easter egg chapters, I'm so happy.

Chapter 132: Advancing the Front

"La la la~"

"Wang Ming" was holding a bottle of wine, humming an unknown tune, standing in front of the team of traversers, using his own human karma fire bi dou to slap the plague warriors in front of him who had become demons.

"Fuck, what happened, Boss?"

Behind "Wang Ming", the time travelers couldn't help but talk as they looked at "Wang Ming" who was only wearing a pair of underwear and holding a bottle of wine in one hand.

"What's going on? This is even more outrageous than the Astra Militarum Sergeant we saw earlier, who crushed a Plague Marine to death with his underpants. The naked Primarch was holding a bottle of wine and beating a Nurgle Daemon with his big dick. This is outrageous."

A time traveler looked at the "Wang Ming" in front of him and suddenly remembered the video he had seen before, in which the Star Army sergeant killed a plague warrior with his own underpants.

"Ah~, it really won't work. Just bless me more. It's just the extent. It won't work after just a few hits."

"Wang Ming" looked at the Plague Warrior's body, which had been beaten to ashes by Him, and sighed with great boredom.

"Okay, okay, this event is really good, this wine tastes really good, and I'll give you my body back."

"Wang Ming" smiled as he watched the plague warrior slowly turned into ashes by the golden flames. After taking a final sip of wine, he reluctantly returned his body to Wang Ming.

"Where am I? What am I doing?"

Wang Ming's consciousness gradually returned, and he looked at the scene in front of him with a confused look on his face.

Wang Ming looked at himself, then at the travelers around him, and the body of the plague warrior that was slowly turning into ashes by the golden flames. He greeted the Emperor tens of thousands of times in his heart.

"You stripped down to your underwear, drank alcohol like crazy, and beat the Plague Warrior to death with your Dabi. Your Majesty, you are letting yourself go too far!"

Wang Ming returned to the office in the castle. He now had a psychological trauma, so he put on his power armor and equipment neatly. Qin Ji stood in front of Wang Ming's desk, and Wang Ming looked at the video recorded by Qin Ji angrily.

The video shows Wang Ming, who is possessed by the Emperor. He is wearing white shorts and showing off a bottle of wine while rushing towards the Plague Warriors who are ascending like a happy Terran animal.

"By the way, Qin Ji, this is the only video you recorded, right?"

Wang Ming slumped down in his office chair and asked Qin Ji, now completely numb.

"Don't worry, Boss. There's only one copy. I'll delete it right away."

Qin Ji looked at the limp Wang Ming and said guiltily. He quickly deleted the video and walked out of Wang Ming's office. He was now thinking about how to delete the video that every time traveler had a copy of.

"Jose, let the traversers and the mortal auxiliary army advance the front line and speed up the cleanup. The industrialization construction of Gobe must be accelerated."

After Wang Ming collapsed for a while, he got up, picked up the documents on the desk, and then said to Jose, who had completed his task and was standing guard at the door of the office.

"Yes, Master Primarch, I will go and inform you right away."

When Jose heard Wang Ming's order, he saluted him with the Sky Eagle Salute, and then went to the traversers' base to convey the order to the leaders of each group.

On the front line that the First Regiment was in charge of, countless artillery shells continued to fly towards the zombies in front of the front line. The sound of the explosions of the shells resounded throughout the entire front line. The traversers and the mortal auxiliary troops were in the trenches, watching the zombies in front of them being bombarded by artillery fire, waiting for the order to attack after the zombies were consumed to a certain number.

"Master Astartes! Orders from the Master Primarch! Let us speed up the battle line!"

A signalman from the mortal auxiliary army was watching the zombies in the trench with a telescope.

"Finally, notify the 121st Artillery Regiment of the Auxiliary Army in the rear to stop the artillery coverage. Also, let everyone on the front line prepare. The attack will begin in ten minutes!"

With his Astartes hearing, Wang Xiaofa heard the signalman's words clearly and immediately responded excitedly.