My Desperate Journey in 40k

"Boss, now you are here, come and try the ant bull I made this time."

Wang Ming had just entered the cafeteria when the chef who was in charge of cooking saw him and called out to him.

"Row."

After hearing what the time traveler said, Wang Ming walked towards him. Although he still had some psychological trauma from the ant beef he had eaten before, he still had to eat it since the other party made it. Anyway, no matter how delicious the ant beef was, it was impossible for it to directly send Wang Ming to the subspace.

The time traveler looked at Wang Ming who was sitting on the chair in front of him and placed a plate of ant beef in front of Wang Ming.

“It’s selling well this time.”

Wang Ming looked at the ant beef in front of him and felt that the time traveler's dish seemed to be a success this time.

"Of course. After my first failure, I practiced very hard."

The time traveler looked at Wang Ming and said proudly that he had practiced for a long time after his first failure.

“The smell is fine.”

Wang Ming picked up a piece with a fork, put it to his nose and smelled it, confirming that there was nothing wrong with the ant meat this time.

“Have you tasted it?”

When Wang Ming was about to take a bite, he thought for a moment and asked the time traveler.

"I tried a piece and it tasted great, not too salty or too bland, just the right flavor."

When the time traveler heard Wang Ming's question, he answered Wang Ming very confidently.

"Fine…"

Wang Ming looked at the time traveler's confident expression and put the ant meat into his mouth.

"Bah bah bah..."

Wang Ming chewed it a few times and then spat out the ant meat in his mouth. The chewed ant meat fell on the table. A large milky white meat worm was seen slowly wriggling in the minced meat.

Wang Ming looked at the bug in front of him and looked at the time traveler in confusion. Is this how it was dealt with?

"I have removed most of the parasites from the ant meat, but I still keep some of them. I think that only when you eat the parasites will you know that you are eating ant meat."

The time traveler looked at the confused Wang Ming and said with a solemn oath.

"Did you leave this there accidentally when you were dealing with it? Or did you leave it there on purpose?"

Wang Ming asked blankly as he listened to the time traveler's words.

"on purpose."

The time traveler's answer directly inspired Wang Ming, and he made a shocking move. He looked at the flesh worm in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like a maggot.

"Boss? Boss? What are you doing? Don't put your hand on the sword! I'm scared!"

Needless to say, the voyage in the subspace was simple. Apart from a traverser who was released by Wang Ming as a "big cat", which chased and bit three cabins, nothing else happened.

Now let's take a look at Koser IV, this beautiful ice world.

Kosel IV is a beautiful and picturesque world of ice and snow. Although its temperature is not as high as that of Valhalla and Fenris, which are extremely cold worlds, its low temperature is enough to freeze a few mortals who are not wearing warm clothes to death.

There are no other living creatures on the ground of Kosel IV except the local humans. However, under the ice layer that covers 89% of the surface of the planet, the vast ocean is thriving with various marine creatures, which grow randomly as if no one is watching, and each one is extremely unique.

However, beneath their chic appearance, they are very deadly to local humans. If local humans do not have aircraft, they will not cross the ice field at all, because the various creatures under the ice will eye the humans moving on the ice. Local humans can only live on islands made of hard rocks.

"Hal, you know what? Those green monsters on the front line can't get through at all. The ocean has become our natural protection. Don't be so nervous."

On the planet Kosel IV, at a sentry post on an island, an old PDF soldier wearing a military coat was talking to a young man.

"Master Wahid, have you drunk too much again? If Sergeant Karas finds out, you'll be scolded again."

The young man named Hal smelled the alcohol on the old soldier and said to him with a frown.

"You are just talking nonsense to me. How could Karas find out since he went to the front line? Even if he found out, he wouldn't say anything. When I was in the army, he was still a young boy. If it weren't for me... Anyway, his words are not worth even half a throne coin to me."

Wahid heard what Hal said and answered him indifferently.

"Yes, yes, you are the best."

Hal looked at the old man in front of him who was staggering as he walked, and said in a very perfunctory manner.

"Hic~, it's enough for you to know. Come on, follow me on patrol."

Wahid looked at Hal, burped, and then smiled and said to Hal that he liked this young man very much because his grandson was about the same age as Hal. Due to work reasons, he could not see his grandson often. He almost treated Hal, who was with him often and was about the same age as his grandson, as his own grandson and took care of him.

"Okay, okay, old man, watch your step and don't slip."

Hal looked at old man Wahid who was walking out of the sentry post, and reluctantly agreed to him while picking up the old man's helmet and weapon.

"What a joke! Who am I? I've lived on Kosir 4 for fifty-nine years. How could I slip?"

Wahid listened to Hal's words, said something disapproving to him, and then walked forward on his own.

"Ah~"

Hal sighed, put on his helmet, tied old man Wahid's helmet to the belt around his waist, and carried two automatic rifles on his back. After doing all this, he immediately chased after Wahid.

Wahid and Hal were walking in the snow. They didn't know why the snow was so heavy today. The huge snowstorm hid some things in the snow.

Chapter 140 Slaanesh Space Marines

"I tell you, Hal, I beat up those guys in my time."

Wahid and Hal walked in the snow. As they walked, Wahid kept telling Hal about his glorious early years.

"Yeah."

Hal kept answering Wahid perfunctorily along the way. He didn't believe that this old man who was drunk every day had fought those savage orcs. He didn't even know the names of the orcs and could only call them green monsters.

"Clap."

Just as the old man and the child were walking in the snow, a faint sound of stepping on snow came from in front of them.

"Boy, did you hear that noise?"

Wahid asked Hal. His previous experience on the battlefield and his keen perception allowed him to hear the imperceptible sounds ahead.

"What sound? I didn't hear any sound."

Hal looked at old man Wahid and felt confused. He could not hear any other sound except the sound of wind and snow blowing around him.

"Give me the gun and the helmet."

Wahid stared at the fog of wind and snow in front of him and stretched out his hand to Hal.

Hal looked at the old man's hand in confusion and handed him the automatic rifle and helmet.

"Kid, get down."

Wahid took the automatic rifle and helmet, put on the helmet, pointed the automatic rifle forward, and whispered to Hal.

Although Hal didn't know why, he still lay down because he had never seen the old man so serious.

"Clap, clap."

The sound of footsteps on the snow was getting closer and closer. Wahid held the trigger of the automatic rifle with one hand and pulled the ring of the armor-piercing grenade in his arms with the other hand. This was Wahid's habit. He always carried an armor-piercing grenade with him just in case.

As the footsteps approached, a figure over two meters tall appeared not far in front of Wahid.

"Damn it!"

Wahid cursed in his heart and took out the armor-piercing grenade. Wahid knew what it was. He recognized the pattern on the monster's body.

"Old man, what is that?"

Hal asked Wahid in a low voice. Although his voice was very small, it scared the old man.

"Run! Go back and sound the alarm!"

Wahid knew that although Hal's voice was very small, the monster must have heard it, so he simply stopped hiding and shouted to Hal.

"what?"

Hal stared at Wahid blankly, not knowing what terrible thing was about to happen.

"run!"

Wahid looked at Hal and kicked him to run away.

"how about you?"

After being kicked by Wahid, Hal finally reacted and asked Wahid.

"Hurry up and run. Someone must stay behind to hold this thing back, otherwise you won't be able to run away."

Wahid said to Hal that he knew what it was and he also knew that someone had to attract its attention.

After hearing what Wahid said, Hal hesitated for a moment and then quickly ran back the way he came.

"Run faster."

Wahid thought as he watched Hal running, and the moment Hal ran, he quickly stood up and fired his automatic rifle at the monster's head without a helmet in front of him.

Before the automatic rifle had fired a few rounds, a strong wind rushed straight to Wahid's face. The moment the wind hit Wahid's face, Wahid felt himself being lifted up. A huge hand grabbed his head and lifted him up.

"What are you doing?"

A very sharp sound reached Wahid's ears. The sound was like countless nails rubbing on a blackboard, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Wahid forced his hand up, placed the muzzle of the automatic rifle against the power armor of the owner of the voice, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..."

The bullets from the automatic rifle bounced off the power armor, and one of them even hit Wahid's thigh.

"what!"

Wahid was hit by a bullet and screamed, then pulled the ring of the armor-piercing grenade that he was holding with his other hand. Wahid held the safety lever of the armor-piercing grenade, ready to find an opportunity to throw the armor-piercing grenade into the monster's neck.

"Look, he's still doing some tricks."

The monster holding Wahid looked at the mortal in front of him and grabbed his other hand, the hand that Wahid was holding the armor-piercing grenade.

A giant hand in power armor, covered in purple and heavily decorated with gold, grabbed Wahid's hand holding the armor-piercing grenade. It squeezed hard, and in an instant Wahid's palm was squeezed into a ball of meat paste. The armor-piercing grenade exploded under the strong pressure of this grip.

The power armor, heavily decorated with luxurious gold, was blown apart by the armor-piercing grenade. The grenade explosion blew off the monster's hand and blew half of Wahid's body into pieces.