Your war hammer is too fake

[Barrel O Hammer: Am I the only one who is concerned about this guy's dishonesty? I watched the interrogation video in the group file, and he didn't tell the truth about many things. It's obvious that he is on guard against us.]

[Morgan Ringo: It's normal from his perspective, right? After all, who knows if we are really friendly or just pretending.]

[Aiwen de Richelieu: I found time to meet Lao Chen. This fellow has not yet discovered that I am also a time traveler, so it is not convenient for me to directly ask which generation I am from. I can only confirm that his cheat code is from the Empire Era.]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: That’s not important. Anyway, no matter which generation it is, it’s not strong enough to be placed in a place like Warhammer… Fortunately, the system farmland is still powerful, and food can be harvested once a week. ]

[Group leader #Anjiyue: So, Lao Chen agreed to go to work in Kewangbao? ]

[Ewen de Richelieu: I told him that if he wanted to obtain a fief and become a lord, he had to either win glory on the battlefield or make contributions in other ways. As a result, Lao Chen asked me if I could give him a piece of land first, no matter how bad it was. He was willing to use the food and other materials produced in the future in exchange for a noble title with a fief.]

[Morgan Ringo: What does this guy think of feudal lords? He actually thinks this thing can be bought? ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Don’t be too harsh, some knowledge is indeed not common sense. And there is an interesting detail, no matter how bad the land is, it will work? In other words, Lao Chen’s system farmland is likely to ignore agricultural conditions. ]

【Ewen de Richelieu: Anyway, I turned it down. From this meeting, I feel that Lao Chen should be a middle-aged office worker with a low social status. He should have been beaten by society a lot and is familiar with computer games. After being rejected by me, Lao Chen reluctantly agreed to the conditions I proposed. He would stay in Fort Kewang for five years and use his golden finger to guarantee the food supply there. Then I would give him a place to play the real-life version of Age of Empires.】

[Group leader #An Jiyue: In other words, the prerequisites for shooting a city heart in Kewang Fort are ripe. As long as there is an industrial city to provide logistical support, we can deploy a flying fleet in Kewang Fort. ]

[Ewen de Richelieu: Do you want to move Lao Chen's workplace to Slughov Fortress? Aren't you planning to use that as the starting point for the expedition to Norsca and the rescue of Shenzhu? ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: This is really unnecessary. I still need Lao Chen's golden finger more. 】

[Evan de Richelieu: Anyway, I will arrange for someone to go there as soon as possible. If it really doesn't work, I will escort him there myself.]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: You can handle this yourself. ]

[Evan de Richelieu: Yes.]

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Author's Note: Two-in-One Chapter

Answer to reader "Yuan Bo Guilliman":

? If you are asking about the flying fleet of the group members, they are naturally all ships, ships that fly in the sky, and except for the earliest Grasshopper and Kingfisher class, other flying ships are all metal structures, with at most a layer of teak on the horizontal deck.

Chapter 462: Oath

An Jiyue brought Jin Zhifan and shuttled through the rock formations.

A bronze figure shaped like a mighty general is hanging on the girl's waist; the mind engine has been floating around the girl. When she casts the burrowing spell, this psychic machine made of gold, some special metals, and organic crystals will also disappear into the rock layer like a shadow under the effect of the spell.

For this operation, An Jiyue gritted her teeth and used the spirit stones that were strategically reserved, otherwise even she would not be able to cast decent spells in the underground world. Although psychic power is wonderful, it is not as comprehensive as magic after all, although this is mainly because there are too few races that master the secrets of psychic power and the degree of development is naturally insufficient.

After discussing with her group members how to deal with the newly emerged travelers, An Jiyue immediately cast an underground spell, passed through hundreds of meters of rock layers formed in a specific way, and came to another cave located diagonally below the cave where the Reflection Fortress was located. According to the three-dimensional topographic map of the underground world provided by the Faceless Men, An Jiyue knew that this was originally an agricultural center of the Faceless Men, where tens of thousands of cave slaves worked all year round to provide food for the Faceless Society.

The Faceless Ones, who feed on emotions, do not need food in the conventional sense, but their slaves do. Although these moths are cold-blooded, they are not cruel, and they will never torture slaves for fun like Druzy did. The Faceless Ones do not care about the taste of the slaves' food, but they will ensure that the food they get is clean and hygienic, and the quantity is sufficient, and the nutrition provided can fully meet the slaves' needs.

In order to fully mobilize the enthusiasm of slaves, even if there is [Education] to ensure that slaves absolutely obey orders, the Faceless Men will still provide material rewards to slaves who have made meritorious services, such as alcohol. Although the Faceless Men who advocate rationality have never been able to understand why so many people in this world like this kind of thing that only hinders thinking.

Her feet landed lightly on the ground, and An Jiyue looked around. Everything she saw was ruined and decayed. The moment the earth escape spell ended, the mind engine automatically expanded the telekinetic shield, covering An Jiyue and Jin Zhifan. The green plague cloud floated over without wind, and was immediately blocked outside by the colorless and transparent shield.

"How miserable." The girl whispered to herself.

Once upon a time, the cave was filled with farmland like a chessboard. Sweet mushrooms that could grow as tall as a dwarf and fast-growing bitterleaf moss were the main crops here. The former was the staple food of the cavemen, and the latter was used to breed fungus pigs. Although it is called a "pig", this thing is actually a lizard without eyes. It is about the size of a large dog, and its meat has a strong fishy smell. The advantage is that it is not picky about food and has a high meat production rate. Its leather and bones also have their own uses.

As a comprehensive agricultural center, the cave not only has continuous farmland, but also has a mushroom pig farm and pond. The pond is connected to the underground river and separated by a sluice gate. It is home to a variety of eyeless fish that have been selected through long-term breeding. In addition, there are a small number of mushroom trees, whose sour fruits are usually used to make wine.

Because it is located in the rear, this cave has not been affected by war for a long time. Even after the main force of the Faceless Men failed in the battle and was forced to flee, the Nest Clan that took over here still maintained the original appearance of this place: the Nest Clan cannot feed on emotions like the Faceless Men, they need a stable supply of biomass. In other words, the Nest Clan also has to farm.

Except that the farmers were replaced by worker bees instead of caveman slaves, and the steel farm tools were replaced by various specialized organs from the worker bees, life here has hardly changed at all... until the Nurgle corruption came.

Sweet mushrooms have grown a mouthful of rotten teeth, full of fat, pale maggots; bitter leaf moss has rotted into a ball and is almost shapeless, with festering mushroom pigs thrashing around in it, rolling happily. The fish pond is now filled with green pus, and the eyeless fish drag their bloated bodies and pile up with their peers, almost like corpses except for the occasional movement. The most uncomfortable thing is the mushroom trees, which now have hands and feet and gather in front of a large pot that came from nowhere to stew thick soup.

Noticing someone coming, they all turned their heads, opened their mouths, and uttered some meaningless "oh, oh, um" sounds, as if inviting the visitor to taste their cooking.

[How sad. We created all this, and now we can only watch our children suffer. ]

A voice appeared in An Jiuyue's mind, with each syllable echoing layer upon layer.

"'Evil cannot create new things, they can only corrupt and destroy the beautiful things that have already been created', this is a famous quote from a writer I like very much," An Jiyue said, "By the way, do you understand what a writer is?"

[Some kind of evolution of the caveman elders who told stories to their descendants around the campfire?]

"Although it's a little rusty, it seems to be the case." An Jiyue glanced at it lightly, and the surging psychic lightning instantly electrocuted the corrupted mushroom trees and their cauldrons into ashes. "There is another thing I'm very curious about... Tell me, you sheltered the remaining tribe of the Nest Clan. Why? You should know what they and the Faceless Ones did to the cavemen."

[This is our fault first, and then the fault of the outsiders. We only wanted to protect the cavemen, but never thought about teaching them how to protect themselves. It was our arrogance that led to the tragic fate of the cavemen. ]

"I've seen many people shirking responsibility, but it's rare to see someone actively taking responsibility on themselves."

[The cavemen were a race with great potential, but our indulgence wasted this potential.]

"Forget it, I'm not here to discuss who is right or wrong with you," An Jiyue shook her head. "The last time we communicated, you wanted me to see the current situation of the underground world with my own eyes before deciding whether to destroy it. Now that I have seen it, the conclusion is very clear. I do have the ability to purify corruption, but the cost of purifying the underground world is so high that it is unacceptable."

[Why? We can feel the supreme power hidden in your soul. Whether it is you or other great beings who have visited our world, your power is much stronger than ours... You are the most powerful among them.]

"The living environment of the rift worms is indeed 'clean'. As the embodiment of their souls, you can be so innocent." An Jiyue shook her head somewhat speechlessly. "Listen, brothers and sisters (Note 1). If I were you, even if I couldn't sit back and watch the nest tribe perish for the sake of the overall situation, I would still remember the blood debts these stink bugs have committed against the cavemen, and make them pay for it when the time is right."

"Secondly, the underground world you created is not the only one plagued by plague insects. The situation on the surface is very bad. I must solve the trouble here as soon as possible, and then help my friends deal with the plague insects that have already fled to the surface. I don't have time to slowly purify these corruptions, and even if I do, I don't want to do it!"

【……Why? 】

"Why should I do this? I am willing to fight for my people, but what do the cavemen have to do with me? Just because a hundred dead leftovers are now with me? My plan can destroy the plague nest with the least cost, and release the troops that are tied up here. From my point of view, this is the best solution."

[The cavemen living nearby hold fairs regularly, exchanging their specialties for other people's specialties. If we offer you our "specialties", can we exchange them for your "specialties"?]

"It's a great proposal, but I don't think you can afford the price. I have already spent too much time on other matters that I had to deal with, and now I have no time to waste." With that, An Jiuyue called Nishikori Shigeto to prepare to return to Reflection Fortress.

【We are willing to exchange ourselves, great one.】

An Jiyue's footsteps suddenly stopped where she was. "Why?" she asked after a long moment.

[Love for children does not need a reason. We have calculated that as long as the soul is ignited, the spiritual energy generated will be enough to cleanse our world, and at least one third will be left as a thank you. Is this price enough? ]

"Please make more requests," An Jiyue said, "otherwise I will feel uneasy."

【Take good care of our children and teach them how to survive. And take revenge on the Nest Clan when the time is right.】

"I agree," An Jiyue said, clenching his left hand into a fist and pressing it against his chest. "I swear in the name of my grandfather that I will take good care of the cavemen and teach them how to survive in this cruel world—"

"——When that day comes, I will make the Nest Clan pay with blood."

……

Note 1: The Riftworm is hermaphroditic, so the protagonist calls it that.

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Author's words: I was arguing with someone about whether the Emperor's Imperial Guards could be mass-produced. After I finally silenced the other party, I realized that I hadn't written today's update. What a sin, what a sin.

Chapter 463: Farewell to Namtaru

As Outer Gods, the Lords of the Scriptures possess a variety of powers:

Immune to Chaos Corruption, ignoring immortality, unable to be predicted, unable to have their souls taken away (if any)... etc., and these powers are basically all shared with the system units under their command. However, there are a few powers that belong only to the Lord of the Holy Scripture itself and are not shared with the system units, such as the ability to purify corruption.

The most disgusting thing about Chaos corruption is that it is worse than psoriasis. Once infected, you can never get rid of it. At most, you can suppress and seal it, but you can never completely eradicate it (Note 1). On this planet called Theia, even on the blessed land created by the Old Ones, the magical floating island of Ulthuan, there are scars of Chaos engraved on the earth.

One of the important tasks of the Avalon sisters, the exclusive guard of the Eternal Queen, is to monitor and block dangerous areas corrupted by the power of destruction to prevent civilians and other unrelated people from entering. This is the case for the beautiful fairy-tale-like Kingdom of Avalon, not to mention other parts of the world.

——As long as you have been invaded by the forces of chaos, you will definitely be left with cursed scars. This mark can never be erased. No matter how powerful the wizard is or how sacred the faith is, they can only suppress corruption temporarily. They can neither exorcise the disaster nor suppress it forever. After all, if it is sealed, it is only a matter of time before something goes wrong.

A powerful enough deity of order can suppress Chaos corruption to a point where it is barely noticeable, but they can never truly reduce the corruption to zero, even the Phoenix God Asuryan, or the Wild King Tal in his heyday. However, just because the "locals" can't do it due to the malice of the world itself doesn't mean that outsiders can't do it either. Whether they are spellcasters or not, the Lord of the Sacred Scripture can purify Chaos corruption.

Of course, a spell-type scripture master would be more efficient in doing this job.

The pan-conscious aggregate of the residual souls of the rift worms, the super psyker and the earthbound spirit [Nameless Worm], is comparable to those weaker gods in terms of strength alone. After all, most gods in this world are actually... not very good at fighting. Gods are a very broad concept. Cain, the god of murder, once dueled with Slaanesh. Although he didn't win, he at least survived and left a scar on Slaanesh's face. The weakest gods may not even be able to defeat a powerful wizard.

[In the realm of Chaos, symbolic concepts have a power that cannot be ignored. When the last Riftworm in the world died, the demise of a powerful and ancient race caused ripples in the warp, and we were born. ]

An Jiyue sat at one end of the low stone table, and Namtaru sat at the other end. On the table were the best treats the Nest Clan could offer: a pot of sweet spring water, a few shriveled fruits, and mushroom pork jerky that was so hard that it irritated the teeth. The jerky was seized from the Faceless Man's warehouse.

The two top psychics of the time sat opposite each other, with two armies of very different styles behind them. Thousands of Recasters, led by Morgrim Elf Doom, formed a square formation, with their orichalcum armor and weapons reflecting dazzling golden light; in comparison, the Nest Clan, led by Nadel, was much weaker in momentum. Even though they had tried their best to make themselves look ferocious and brutal, the severely damaged Nest Clan could not produce a military appearance comparable to that of the Recasters.

Fortunately, the Hive still has Namtaru. The Lion Guards driving tractors into battle are certainly funny, but as long as the Lion King himself is there, these "Lion Guards" who are only half the height of the Primarch are not a joke; no matter how poor the Hive is, as long as Namtaru himself is there, they are still a force that even the Lord of the Holy Scripture must face up to.

The Jiedushi and the Lord sat on the stone bench, looking at each other, neither of them was in a hurry to speak. The girl was sitting very uncomfortably. The stonework skills of the Nest Clan were quite poor, perhaps only slightly better than those of the Greenskins. The stone bench they made was not as comfortable as a random stone from the roadside. And the nameless insect continued to talk.

[When we were born, the Nest Clan and the Faceless Ones had not yet arrived. Many civilizations that have long since disappeared had not even risen at that time. It was muddled and hazy. We could sense the outside world, but we were only able to passively perceive the changes in the world. Occasionally we would intersect with the Chaos Realm, which was an ocean of souls, a dreamlike country inhabited by absurd and weird residents. Just a glance could corrupt the mind and distort the nature.]

"Didn't they try to pull you into the realm of chaos?" An Jiuyue asked.

[We are psychics, and our ability to sense good and evil is almost instinctive.]

"Okay," the girl nodded, "Please continue."

[We were born long ago, but we have only recently awakened. We have seen with our own eyes what terrible mistakes the Nest Tribe made, but we can only watch the evil god's malice trample on our world. Fortunately, fate brought more than just malice, we sensed the surprising possibility from the outsiders. The contract has been made, and it only needs to be fulfilled. ]

"Anyway, this is what happened. I have reached an agreement with the Nameless Bug, but not with you," An Jiyue stared into Namtaru's eyes and said, "You are the ones who caused this mess. It turns out that you shouldn't have too much freedom, otherwise your reckless actions will put yourself and others in danger."

"You are threatening me," Namtaru said calmly.

"I'm trying to prevent this kind of farce from happening again," An Jiyue's mind engine suspended in the air behind her suddenly lit up as she said this. "Ever since the ancient saint's shoddy project blew up, being easily corrupted has become the original sin in this world. Just based on this, I can gather an army to destroy your race."

"Well said, then what are you going to rely on to punish us?" Namtaru's eight spider legs worked together to prop up her spider-like lower body: "I am the most powerful psychic in the history of our tribe. My power is justice, and my words are the law of the Nest Tribe! The law of the jungle is the only justice in the world. The cavemen are very weak, so they were slaughtered by our tribe and enslaved by the Faceless Men; compared to the Ancient Saints, our tribe is also very weak, so our tribe was slaughtered by the lizard monsters of the Ancient Saints and driven into the underground world. This is the real fairness, which is far better than weak and powerless rhetoric."

Hearing this, An Jiyue seemed to be in deep thought for a while. The girl waved her hand, and the silver light emitted by the mind engine dimmed. Then she said, "Nameless insect, please don't interfere with what happens next."

Go ahead, An Jiyue also stood up from the stone bench and patted the non-existent dust on her clothes: "I'm ready."

The next moment, the two invisible mental powers collided without reservation. The aftermath swept across the stone table between the two people, and the table and everything on it turned into powder silently, and then was smashed into the ground.

An Jiyue groaned, and two bright red wet streaks flowed down from her nostrils, dripping into the thick layer of dust in front of her short boots - just a second ago, it was still solid rock ground.

Namtaru stumbled and lost her balance, her spider-like lower body falling to the ground. The Overlord's face, which was no different from that of a human, twitched for a while, then she tilted her head and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood mixed with organ fragments.

Nadel exclaimed, and rushed over with the Void Nail. The queen holding the Nest Clan's artifact first glanced at An Jiyue nervously, then carefully approached her master and tried to do something. "I, cough, I'm fine," Namtaru waved her hand, "You are very strong, stronger than me. Tell me, how are you going to punish my clan?"

"With the cave where the Reflection Fortress is located as the center, the nine nearest caves are all assigned to my caveman vassals," An Jiyue took the handkerchief handed over by Jin Zhifan and gently wiped the blood on her philtrum, lips, and chin. "All passages leading to the surface will be blown up. You must undergo regular inspections and are not allowed to leave the underground world without my permission."

"I accept your terms," ​​Namtaru said as she stood up again. "When can you start purifying the corruption? Do you need our cooperation?"

"We can start at this time tomorrow," An Jiyue returned the handkerchief to Jinzhi Shigeru after wiping the blood. "As for cooperation, when the ceremony is held, as the provider of power, the nameless insect will withdraw his psychic barrier, and the plague insects outside will definitely take the opportunity to launch an attack. You must hold the ceremony site together with my allies until I complete this spell."

"I understand," Namtaru nodded, "No one can touch you until I stop breathing."

"That's perfect." After saying that, An Jiuyue turned around and left, and the recasters followed suit.

The Holy Insect Mausoleum is very large, and the temporary camp of the Recasters is not in the same place as the territory occupied by the Nest Clan. After reaching an agreement with the Nameless Insect, An Jiyue returned to the Reflection Fortress. The reconnaissance operation was over, and the next step required an army to complete. As a result, after listening to An Jiyue's explanation of her plan, the Recasters, relying on their seniority, pushed aside the "short-bearded cubs" who were also eager to try, and performed a warhammer-style bullying on the spot.

As the trouble in the underground world needed to be solved as soon as possible, An Jiyue thought about it and finally decided to use the few remaining spirit stones to lead the thousands of dwarf grandfathers to the Holy Insect Mausoleum with the Earth Escape Spell, rather than letting Yuyou slowly dig a tunnel leading there. To be fair, Yuyou's digging speed was already very fast, but it was not as fast as magic after all.

After returning to the temporary camp built by the recasters, An Jiyue reached out expressionlessly to lift the curtain and walked into the tent, then knelt on the ground without any warning.

"Madam!!" Mogrim, who was following behind, couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hey, don't worry, I won't die," An Jiyue looked pale, letting Jin Zhifan pick her up and transfer her to a chair, "This injury won't kill me... Xiao Fan, give me the Nine Deaths Suspension Pill."

After taking the pill, An Jiyue's expression eased a lot: "The ceremony will go on as usual tomorrow. Don't worry, I know my limits and won't act stubbornly."

……

Note 1: In the world view of Warhammer (Medieval plus 40K), there is only the King's Skin who can eradicate corruption under certain conditions. The problem is that we all know that the King's Skin is essentially one of the Warp Peddlers.

Chapter 464: The Long-lost Paradis

Southland, Sardenberg.

The battle continued, but everyone knew that the outcome was decided. When the enhanced human army of the Palatis Order landed on the coast north of Sadenburg, and the "bigwigs" of the city council were only concerned with attacking each other, there was no suspense in the battle anymore - by the time the residents of the colony realized that they had to unite or face the fate of failure, the Order had already landed and established a solid camp, and Sadenburg lost its only chance of winning.

Several small-scale battles broke out between the cavalry and scouts of both sides outside the city, and each battle ended in a disastrous defeat for the colonial militia and their hired mercenaries. Riding on elven steeds purchased at high prices through channels in Araby, the enhanced human cavalry, trained in the fighting style of the pioneer cavalry, defeated all the challengers who overestimated their own strength with their excellent equipment, strict training, and precise and indifferent temperament like a machine.

Throughout the battle, the weakness of Sardenberg, which lacked a leader with sufficient prestige, was fully exposed. The city council was always arguing endlessly, and everyone who was qualified to speak here hoped that others would bleed and sacrifice so that they could take the opportunity to grab more benefits and even greater power. When the threat from the enemy finally overwhelmed the contradictions between each other, and the council was finally able to stumble and form a compromise resolution, everything was too late.

The defeat in the outpost battle frightened them, and the loud calls of the few courageous people melted away in a sea of ​​negative and conservative voices like snowflakes falling into the water. The militia and mercenaries received the order to withdraw to the city with a sense of relief. Even if someone suggested that at least some elite scouts should be left behind to harass and delay the enemy's actions, they were refuted by the righteousness of "the safety of the city is above all else."

In the end, the residents of Sadenburg retreated back into the city and abandoned all the outer strongholds, only to watch as the army of enhanced humans in white helmets and armor arrived at the city and began to carry out preparations for the siege step by step.

The [Bilge] in the cult army took various tools and began to build artillery positions in places where the artillery on the walls of Sardenberg could not reach. Unlike the [Samurai] who were the main force of the army, [Bilge] were also enhanced people, but their transformation surgery did not greatly enhance their strength and resistance to attacks like the Samurai, but focused on improving their endurance and tolerance to harsh working environments, while also reducing the cost of the transformation surgery as much as possible.

There are barriers to entry for warriors, and you can't just grab anyone and transform them. The requirements for "raw materials" for hard labor are much lower. Almost anyone with healthy limbs can go on the operating table, and the failure rate of transformation is extremely low. When the cult hid in Margaret to recuperate and restore its strength, even with the help of its ally Wilta, the cult only managed to expand the total number of warriors to just over 9,000, but there was no shortage of hard labor.

As a typical noble, Wilta didn't care what would happen to the civilians under his rule after they were taken away by the cult. He only complained that these damned untouchables were really lowly, and on average only one out of every ten people could be transformed into a warrior, and the rest could only be used as hard labor, and the former were sold to the cult at a price three times higher than the latter!

The people of Sadenberg who were defending on the city walls had no idea of ​​the origins of the army outside, and their confidence in defending the city was soon shattered: pulled by strong heavy draft horses, a batch of cannons and mortars were pushed into the repaired artillery positions. They were all large guns used for fortress attack and defense, not ordinary field guns.

"Damn it, there is no dock or crane, how did they unload these things from the ship?!" Someone on the wall shouted in despair. Apart from El-Karabad in the north and a new port in the south, only Sadenberg had a proper dock and supporting loading and unloading equipment along the entire coast of the Medis Bay. Without a crane, ordinary field guns could not be unloaded from the ship, let alone heavy cannons for siege.

They naturally didn't know that in order to get these essential heavy firepower off the cargo ship, the priests of the order, led by William, gathered together and used telekinesis to complete this difficult step. Originally, the priests were extremely dissatisfied with this order. They believed that as servants of the gods (referring to the Faceless Ones), they should not do the work of lowly civilians. As a result, the new archbishop of the order, William, responded by being the first to walk over and start unloading...

After all the cannons, ammunition and draft horses were transferred to the shore, William, whose gorgeous robes were covered with dust and mud, ordered the execution of the priest who had jumped the most vigorously.