This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 61: In the Warp, a Place Unreachable by the Four Gods

"How sad. The Empire you served never cared about you. Look what they did."

"Erase all traces of your existence, deny your loyalty to the false emperor, and even classify you as traitors."

"Oh, my poor cousin, not to mention his glory, even the traces of his existence have been replaced by his descendants."

In the silent and secret passage, Arthur was dragging a cart forward, with Ramses in front of him, who was activating the psychic field, and the soft music accompanied by the psychic energy behind him.

Maintenance work has begun in the area where they fought. Now the two of them need to send this guy to a specially prepared small dark room and start interrogation.

The Word Bearers' combat strength, deployment, objectives, the whereabouts of the Nemesis Chapter, and the current state of the planet's surface were all the information they needed.

"Ah, how pathetic! Without faith in the False Emperor, without faith in the gods, without a Legion, without a Primarch, what is the point of your life?"

Arthur was extremely glad that he cut off the guy's mouth, otherwise he felt that the Stone Fortress would fall on his head in the next second.

The second sentence this guy said was "Dark Angel". Arthur subconsciously looked around to see if there were any living strangers.

If this gets out, you won't be able to live in peace for the rest of your life.

And these Chaos traitors are really rude.

"Do you know that you are hiding your identity and helping the empire, just like a skinny dog that still has to bring bones back to its owner?"

After the Word Bearer wizard recovered from his brief shock, he began to sarcastically criticize others.

Arthur was a little annoyed.

Unfortunately, apart from having a strong resistance to psychic energy, he really couldn't stop the other party from using psychic energy to vibrate the air.

Ramses was still processing and understanding their information in the subspace to determine the four gods' specific understanding of them.

Arthur doesn't want to go into the subspace, and the team also has such a need.

However, it is indeed surprising that its combat effectiveness has not fallen behind.

Perhaps Ramses' guess was correct. In addition to their ability to materialize their souls, they also have their own unique characteristics.

And that is what is truly worth exploring.

Arthur pondered for a moment, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the noisy sound.

"Do you think the false emperor's kingdom will accept you back just because you beg for mercy? No, they will only take your bones, stew your flesh and blood into a pot of soup, and then brand you as a traitor!"

The aggressiveness of Tzeentch's followers seems to be a bit too strong.

Normally, Space Marines dealing with Chaos Space Marines are verbally at a complete disadvantage.

After all, one side at least still retains its loyalty to the empire, while the other side is a scum who has basically thrown away everything as a human being and completely dedicated their souls to the evil god.

Bickering, a confrontational mode with no bottom line, naturally won't give you any advantage.

Of course, this situation doesn't matter to Arthur.

He is not loyal to the Empire, nor does he care about glory, and he is not even a 'Dark Angel', so naturally he will not bring in these inexplicable things.

Arthur couldn't help but sigh when he thought about the problems he would face after landing.

Even Ramses' identity as a rebel legionnaire was safer than his. At least few people in the Empire knew about the Thousand Sons, and there was no organization that would specifically hunt down the Thousand Sons.

"Do you think you are awake in this world?"

Ramses, who had finished the work, was a little unhappy.

If you attack me, I'll just laugh it off. But if you attack my brother, you're the same.

"I think even if you Word Bearers defected to Chaos, no one would want you. Even if you licked your pride and defected to Tzeentch, you would still be sleeping here as a consumable."

"Have you won the favor of Slaanesh, like the Emperor's Children? Or have you earned the favor of Khorne, like the World Eaters? Or have you gained the favor of Tzeentch, like the Thousand Sons?"

"Even Nacho, who is known as the most philanthropic, doesn't seem to want you."

"You're not doing as well as the loyalists in the Empire, so the Emperor doesn't want you. But you're trying to lick the Four Gods' ass, but you're not doing as well as the rebels, so the Four Gods don't want you either."

"You keep clinging to that same constantly changing scripture. The Death Guard next door, through their farts, have three times as many loyal followers as you do."

"I've never seen anyone who believes in a father and then doesn't want him to go find another one for himself. What? You can't live without a father, right?
"Then why don't you believe me? I think I am quite suitable." A series of words were uttered like a machine gun, leaving the wizard, who had just looked confident, speechless.

"See this handful of ashes?"

He casually used his psychic power to scoop up a handful of the rebel army's ashes and poured them on the wizard's face.

Ramses said sarcastically.

"Your so-called faith is as worthless as the dust of that perfect city."

The Word Bearer wizard's mutated and mutilated face froze for a moment, then twisted at an extremely fast speed.

Then Ramses, with his hands free, blocked the guy's spiritual power with his backhand.

There's nothing better than being able to cover someone's mouth after squirting.

The good brothers are just as aggressive.

Arthur, who had a substitute for his mouth, couldn't help but sigh, and then opened the door of the room where only the genes of the four of them were recorded.

"give it to you."

Arriving inside the prepared room, Arthur pushed the Word Bearers wizard in his hand towards Ramses.

This was the first sentence he had spoken since the beginning of the mission.

Just listening to the psychic whispers of this guy next to me is a torture, let alone talking to him.

In the perception of a time traveler, if you think the empire is failing, you can resist, you can be independent, or you can ignore it, but if you surrender, you will be the real clown among clowns.

It also shows talent to be able to pick out the worst and most terrible ones in the defense.

"I'll find out."

Ramses said, raising his hand and pulling off the Word Bearers wizard's helmet, forcing him to look into the golden eyes, grabbing his soul and leading him directly into the warp.

"look at me."

The time travelers are not psychopaths, so they naturally cannot carry out any cruel interrogations.

After all, they are people who come from a healthy society, and they can't be more evil or worse than these scum.

But coincidentally, this kind of scum is not hard to find in this world.

For this purpose, the time travelers do not mind using some slightly blasphemous means.

In the warp, a shadowy place that no god's sight can directly reach—

The demons of the four gods are imprisoned here.

Of course, Ramses was not stupid enough to put these demons in a safe house without confirming its safety.

Although the various operations during his research seemed extremely unrestrained, he had no intention of challenging danger as long as it involved the key projects of the traversers.

But if they use the safe house itself to block them, the Four Gods will not pay attention to these "little guys" scattered throughout the subspace.

And today, they will welcome a new cellmate.

A cellmate who was said to be able to torture them at will and 'supposedly' be able to buy them a chance at freedom.

"No no no no!"

"You can't do this, you can't do this, you can't!"

"Gods, Primarchs, False Emperors, anyone, please come and save me!"

The wizard's wails were heard, but were then drowned in the surging waves of the Warp.

Here, any cruel means will be brought to the attention of the wizard's soul by the minions of Chaos.

This was nothing more than inflicting upon himself the same abuse that he had once inflicted upon the weak.

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