As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

Seeing this, the political commissar jokingly said:

"Afraid of getting dirty? You can go back and take a shower first."

Zhang Ge shrugged and replied:

"If I can make it back from here alive, I hope the medal the Military Affairs Department gives me will be of better quality than this staircase."

The flag was a great success! Zhang Ge felt secretly pleased as he wiped the laser gun.

They were currently carrying out pre-war preparations, which was why the two of them had some free time to chat, such as calming the machine spirits, checking the ammunition, wiping bloodstains, praying and blessing, etc. These tasks were best done before entering a dangerous area, especially an area deeply affected by Chaos.

In order to avoid being considered as seeking death, Zhang Ge naturally did not intend to make an exception and had already proceeded to the final part of the Star Army's standard process for inspecting firearms.

Wait a minute...it doesn't feel right, it feels a bit wet and sticky.

Puzzled, Zhang Ge removed the magazine, which felt strange, and discovered that a translucent sticky liquid was oozing out from the top of the energy battery. The liquid flowed down the outer wall and stained his fingertips, while the magazine was also covered with what looked like electrolyte.

"Why did the battery leak at this time? Can't it be done sooner or later?"

Muttering to himself, after checking again and finding nothing unusual except the magazine, he could only throw the magazine away, wipe it, and replace it with a new one.

At this time, Sister Amelia, who had gone back to check if there were any missing aliens, also returned here. Seeing this, the political commissar threw a cutter to Zhang Ge and said:

"Then you'll go first," the commissar pointed at Zhang Ge. "Sister Amelia will follow. You guys check the situation up there. When you're done, make a gesture at the wellhead and we'll follow."

Nodding to indicate receipt, Zhang Ge put the cutter on his waist and began to climb up the stairs. The ladder was fixed very firmly and there was no unusual noise even when two people used it at the same time. When he arrived at the wellhead, he found that the manhole cover actually had a small cylindrical structure similar to a periscope.

There was no way. Since I had seen it, I couldn't ignore it. I pushed it with my fingers and found that it could still be used normally. Then I pushed the upper part up to the top and fixed it, and put my eyes on the lower half of the lens.

The image outside was refracted by light. This was an extremely hidden place, located behind a huge metal pillar, and there were no cultists around.

After watching, Zhang Ge took out the cutter, aimed the nozzle at the welding port, and the hot jet quickly cut the sealed edge with high temperature. After it circled once, he had already placed his palm under the manhole cover and pushed it to the side, allowing the light outside mixed with light pink to shine downwards.

He threw away the cutter, raised the plasma pistol and checked the surroundings before leaving the tunnel. He found no trace of the cultists, but suddenly, Zhang Ge felt as if his sight was being pulled and he looked up involuntarily.

In the sky, a large crack that should have been obscured by clouds was particularly clearly exposed. It spanned the entire sky, occupying most of the sky. This subspace galactic astronomical wonder that tore the entire empire into two halves shone with the stars, gazing at every life that dared to look up at it like a huge eye.

"Don't look up."

Sister Amelia, who was following behind Zhang Ge, whispered with her lips almost next to his ear. At some point, her hand was on his head, forcibly bending his raised head downward, so that the large crack disappeared from his sight.

It is said that just by looking at the Great Rift, there is a risk of being eroded by the Warp. Many planets have issued laws prohibiting looking up at the sky. However, Zhang Ge vaguely felt that the desire to look up just now was different from the previous feeling of being affected by the Warp, and it did not seem like a sign of erosion.

But to avoid trouble, he nodded to indicate that he had received it.

After looking around and finding that this place seemed to be in the water tank array he had seen before, and after checking that the environment was currently safe, Zhang Ge asked Sister Amelia to go back and make the agreed gesture, while he himself was responsible for keeping guard on the spot.

After receiving the signal, everyone quickly climbed the stairs and completed the assembly.

After the political commissar came up, he looked around at the surrounding environment, and then tapped the ground lightly with the side of the chainsaw sword as a signal.

This indicates that there is no spatial disorder here and the geographical information and plans described previously can be adopted directly.

This water tank array is located away from the dirty mining sites and factories, next to the mayor's residence of this small town.

This makes it easy for the mayor here to use his traditional skills of corruption, while on the one hand he can stay away from those dirty workers, and on the other hand he can make friends with the various Shangchao transport teams that come here to fetch water. Maybe behind one of the transport teams is a Shangchao noble?

As for why there were gangster tunnels around the heavily guarded mayor's mansion, it was because the mayor's officials had to make a living, so as long as the gangsters paid a certain amount of protection money, they would "tacitly acknowledge" the existence of their water-stealing tunnels.

Even the mayor himself is happy to see this happen. After all, if someone from above comes to check the accounts, warehouses, etc. one day, he can take advantage of the situation to cause some "small accidents" and then put the blame on the gangs, and then ask the guard chief in charge of protection and those who did it to take the blame. Wouldn't he be able to get away with it easily?

However, the mayor, who had made a fortune from a series of punches, naturally began to pursue pleasure without restraint. Instead of waiting for the people above, he was hit by the subspace impact of the Great Rift. His already weak willpower was made worse, and he became a plaything of the evil god of the subspace.

And now, the gangster rats' tunnels, which the mayor disdained to explore, allowed the decapitation team to bypass the tight defense outside the water tank array and arrive at this close place.

But... this also means that we have arrived at a part that is not part of the plan, which is also the danger of this operation and what Zhang Ge is pursuing.

P.S. Everyone has been urging me to update more, so I'll think about the plan for more updates in advance... I expect to come up with a specific plan on Sunday or next Monday.

Chapter 10: The Highest Level of Stealth, the Simplest Way

Zhang Ge, who was on a reconnaissance mission, had already reached the edge of the outer wall of the mayor's residence. In order to avoid the noise made by the collision of his armor, he had taken off his shell armor. Theoretically, if he was discovered, he would be dead.

However, even though Zhang Ge was inevitably exposed to the camera several times when he was avoiding the guards, the camera seemed not to see him, and there was no reaction even when it deliberately stopped for a few seconds.

What's going on? The guy in the monitoring room is slacking off, right?

Zhang Ge was angry.

However, if he were in the monitoring room at the same time, he would find that this was not the case.

Now, on the big screen in the monitoring room, the images from the many cameras that should have appeared are all pitch black without exception.

This was not caused by the decapitation squad, but because the mayor's mansion was the origin of the rebellion here and the main center of demon summoning. The influence of the subspace here on the real universe was extremely severe, so that the originally stable physical laws showed subtle changes and distortions from time to time.

This degree of change may not have much impact on people who have subspace projection as a correction, but for some equipment, especially precision electronic instruments that have not been specially protected, it can be fatal if it happens once.

If every part and every assembly were cleansed and blessed by military-grade components, perhaps it would work properly, but the mayor right now... obviously wouldn't spend the money on this.

Therefore, the surveillance equipment was damaged from the beginning, and the monitoring room has been abandoned for a long time.

After carefully scouting the outer wall again, Zhang Ge discovered that without any special skills or a dedicated team to cooperate, reaching this point was already the limit.

The cultists will not leave a few blind spots for Zhang Ge to exploit like in the game. On the contrary, when conditions permit, it is normal to have as many overlapping light and dark sentry points, various traps and defenses as possible.

The cultists guarding the mansion were likely the mayor's personal soldiers, or perhaps rebellious PDFs or the Astra Militarum. With such strict sentry posts, even if Zhang Ge could kill one or two, creating a momentary breach, it wouldn't be of much practical significance. If he couldn't wipe out the entire force simultaneously, the rest would quickly react.

But then again, the tighter the defense of the mayor's residence, the more it met Zhang Ge's expectations. Having come this far, the team couldn't just turn back, could they? If they stormed the place, with stray bullets flying everywhere, would they still be afraid of death?

Plan passes.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ge followed the original route and bypassed the outer patrol team again, reporting the situation to the political commissar and others waiting outside.

However, the political commissar showed no other expression when he heard this, probably because he had seen a lot in battle. He just asked Zhang Ge to repeat the route to bypass the outer defense, and then led the entire team to approach the outer wall of the mansion.

But even though we were as careful as possible, accidents still happened.

"Fake..."

The laser beam interrupted the cultist's voice and the rest of his life. Zhang Ge thought to himself: The difficulty of infiltrating a whole team is completely different from that of a single person, especially when Ogryn is with them. Many bunkers cannot be used at all. It is not surprising that the team was accidentally discovered.

Sister Amelia, who was closer, also rushed forward at the same time and cut off the remaining two cultists with a sword, but the exposure was irreversible. In such a sensitive place, "no information was sent back" itself was a kind of information.

Thinking about the patterns of the patrol teams he had seen before, Zhang Ge said:

"According to the Terran clock, we still have about five minutes."

The political commissar did not respond, but only looked up at the outer wall of the mansion. After a moment, he said to Pastor Reid:

"We're close enough. Wake up the psyker."

The latter put the psychic down from behind, untied the restraints on his body, took out a needle and injected it into the psychic's body through the neck. The effective medicine made the psychic twitch immediately, and he woke up slowly after a while.

"Oh... My connection to psychic energy has never been so clear. Is this my destiny? It's so wonderful."

The psychic spoke as he lifted himself up from the ground and stood up.

He looked around and his eyes quickly locked onto the huge building in front of him.

But the political commissar had no intention of listening to his further nonsense. Instead, he pointed at the psychic and said to Big Mouth:

"Big Mouth, throw him out, throw him against the wall in front."

Compared to Ogrin, the psychic's already skinny body was like a bamboo pole, and was easily lifted up by the waist. However, he did not resist, as if he had expected it, and his expression even became more excited.

"Glory, glory! I will endure the suffering myself and return my soul to heaven and earth!"

Under Ogrin's tremendous force, he drew a beautiful parabola and was thrown towards the outer wall of the mansion. Countless guards naturally saw this scene, but before they could intercept him, the psychic seemed to have suddenly lost inertia and froze in the air.

His robe moved without wind, and brilliant blue lightning began to jump around his body. The spiritual energy overflowing from his pale body even formed a milky white ball of light.

In an instant, countless dazzling and brilliant psychic lightning bolts surged and rolled out from his raised palm. Although there was no sound of thunder, the screams of the cultists who were hit and turned into ashes were even more deafening.

The unrestrained use of psychic energy caused the leaked psychic energy to be enough to spontaneously crush and annihilate the counterattacks of the cultists. The bullets and lasers flying towards the psychic were all swallowed up by the glow without exception.

All this was not without cost. While the psychic was laughing wildly, his body quickly dried up and soon became like a skeleton.

The flashing, brief burst caused his life force to quickly disappear. At the same time, evil demons attracted by the dazzling projection from the subspace also swarmed in.

But this was the final part of the psyker's plan. After feeling his body and soul entering one, then multiple twisted beings, he used the last of his psychic energy as a fuse and these warp beings as fuel to ignite himself.

As violent psychic energy far more powerful than before surged unrestrainedly, a star-like white sphere appeared on the ground and expanded rapidly. Accompanied by the wails of the evil demons lured into the furnace, the sphere quickly transformed into a storm that tore through everything, indiscriminately engulfing and tearing apart everything within its range.

Until it slowly disappeared, in the eyes of the people who had retreated a long distance at the beginning, a circular breach appeared that tore apart the area of ​​hundreds of meters around the psychic. The cracks on the ground extended even farther. The psychic used the most brutal method to forcibly tear open the final breach for the decapitation team's "infiltration".

"Don't let anyone's sacrifice go to waste. Now it's our turn to greet them."

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The update time of the first chapter has been changed to 12:30, and the additional chapters will be updated after that, but the specific time is not certain.

If I were to offer a reward, based on my recent recommendation/monthly ticket acquisitions, I'd roughly summarize my decision like this:

In a single day, for every 500 recommendation votes/50 monthly votes, if one of them is reached, an additional chapter will be added. The same applies to the second chapter. There is no upper limit. There is no fixed limit for rewards due to the large fluctuations. If there are a lot of rewards on that day, an additional chapter will be added.

I will squeeze all your votes out of you, you trash readers, you trash.

Chapter 11 is a technique of extremely high purity

The huge spherical gap tore through a large area including the outer wall and part of the main body of the mansion, exposing a large amount of the mansion's internal structure and underground parts, while swallowing up all the cultist guards on this side.

But although a gap was opened in this way, the price was that the whole town was in an uproar. After realizing what happened, the shrill alarm sounded throughout the town. A large number of cultists were gathering at the mansion, and at the same time, countless demons attracted by psychic energy had already swarmed here.

The decapitation team has very little time left, and even if they succeed in decapitation, the chance of escaping successfully is one in ten thousand.

But it was obvious that the five people who were still alive at the moment did not care too much about this. The group quickly went around the edge of the gap and went into the mansion.

Zhang Ge randomly found a broken wall as a shelter, raised his laser gun and intercepted the first cultists who came to support, who were originally from the external patrol team.

The swarms of twisted heretics were eliminated at the same speed as the triggers were pulled, but the number of cultists was so large that even if a dozen fell, another dozen would quickly fill the gap.

Now all Zhang Ge could do was to barely suppress them on the opposite side of the gap, but as the number of enemies increased, the firepower of the counterattack became stronger and stronger. The sound of bullets passing by his ears and hitting the bunkers continued to ring. Even though he kept changing positions, the situation was still getting worse.

When he emptied his magazine again and was about to change it, a bullet from an automatic rifle finally passed by the side of his face, leaving a streak of blood and a bloody wound. If it had been a few centimeters off, the bullet would have directly penetrated his head.

Seeing this, Zhang Ge said loudly:

"I can't hold on for much longer. If I get seriously injured before you're done, remember to give me a quick death before you leave."

This is insurance. Otherwise, if he doesn't die but is captured by those believers of Slaanesh, the end is beyond Zhang Ge's imagination. The Qing Dynasty developed ten tortures to stimulate human senses. Just think about it, the Slaanesh cultists who have no bottom line will be like the water lotus who only engages in sexual activities?

The political commissar's voice, a little hurried due to exhaustion, soon came from inside. As he got closer to the influence of the evil god's demonic domain, his emotions increasingly overwhelmed his rationality, and he spoke more and more:

"Generally speaking, officials will build a shelter beneath the mansion, and the altar should also be underground. We need to try to block it from below, and if that doesn't work, we can clear it from above. This will take some time!...Sister Amelia, go help him!"

The mansion's interior structure is complex and there are so many rooms that there is no time to clear them one by one. However, if you advance in this kind of terrain, enemies may pop out from unknown corners at any time. It's okay to have a gun, but who knows if the crazy cultists will strap a thermo-melta bomb on themselves?

So they decided to go directly underground, betting that the mayor would not build the shelter and the initial sacrificial site above the surface and block the other party underground.

However, when there were enemies everywhere outside, it was obviously unrealistic to try to enter directly from the breach outside using a rope. That would be no different from being a living target for the cultists, so they could only make a hole in the floor.

But the strength of this kind of construction plastic steel is not comparable to the soil outside. Even with the melta gun and melta bomb, it will take some time.

After the political commissar finished speaking, a white shadow quickly rushed out from the building, passed by Zhang Ge at an extremely high speed, and blew up a strong wind.

While dodging bullets at a speed far beyond the limits of ordinary people, Sister Amelia's two-handed sword moved in the air following the movements of her arms, drawing graceful arcs with a dexterity that was inconsistent with her appearance.

According to the direction of the enemy's gun and the speed of pulling the trigger, she puts the sword in the path of the light beam in advance to deflect the laser that could have hit her, and uses the explosion of the laser to interfere with other beams and bullets. The nun's posture and rhythm of dancing with the sword are so perfect that it seems as if she is guiding the enemy's attack, and every parry is just right.

The cultists who were unable to organize intensive firepower due to their slow reaction were directly rushed into the front line by her. In close combat, the speed at which those cultists moved the muzzles of their guns with their arms could not even catch up with the speed of the nun. Even if the weak automatic rifle hit them accidentally, the bullets could only penetrate the muscles for a distance and could not cause fatal injuries at all.

As the limbs flew everywhere, the pressure on Zhang Ge's side suddenly decreased a lot.

Time passed by, and the attacking objects kept passing by, but none of them could pose any further threat to Zhang Ge... Although it was normal for carbines to be used at a distance of several hundred meters, it shouldn't be the case that there was not a single one that could hit the target accurately, right?

Zhang Ge personally experienced the cultists' marksmanship and felt the feeling of a mentor.

Finally, when the blood from the previous injury gradually spread from the corners of his lips to the depths of his body, and the first batch of demons had entered his sight, the voice of the political commissar came again:

"Sergeant Zhang Ge, call Sister Amelia back!"

Shaking his head, Zhang Ge, who was greatly disappointed with the cultists, could only fire a few shots into the sky as a signal - although there was no prior agreement, Sister Amelia would not be stupid enough to think that she would fire a gun into the sky for fun at this time.

Sure enough, after a short while, the white shadow quickly rushed back, but when the nun came in front of him, Zhang Ge found something wrong.