Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

The frightened soldier listened to the commissar's words of comfort, but instead of feeling any better, he began to pant and sway even more, looking as if he was about to vomit.

"No...no...don't run away!"

"Oh!"

“He’s hopeless.

The tanks are finally here, everyone! Infantry and tanks attack in coordination!"

The political commissar put away his pistol and swung his chainsword. The rest of the soldiers climbed out of the gun pit and followed the tank to charge again.

Lin Heng was left alone, standing there in a daze.

He now understood the duties of the political commissar, the first of which was to deal with disciplinary issues.

"Oh... Damn it, go ahead!"

Even if there were tanks in front to help block the rain of bullets, the ceramic steel armor on the body of the vehicle could not withstand the bombardment of various weapons.

The only thing they could do was to open a gap in the defense line as quickly as possible and allow the infantry to rush into the trenches.

Then the shells flew and blew up the bunker that was pouring out flames, and everyone rushed towards the gap in a long line.

Lin Heng came from behind and took the lead, guarding the political commissar and doing his job.

Several grenades fell into the bunker, and everyone immediately jumped in. The charge was replaced by a battle of positions. Everyone finally got a moment of peace in the battlefield of artillery fire.

Just for a moment.

There were a large number of rebels in the trenches, with multiple intersections arranged in a crisscross pattern. As soon as Lin Heng and his men entered, they were attacked from all directions.

The political commissar immediately commanded the team of more than a dozen people to launch an attack towards one end of the trench.

Lin Heng's reaction speed has been verified, and now he is always one step ahead of others.

Sprint, throw down, shoot, and the enemy dies.

The group advanced with unstoppable force, like a sharp knife stabbing the enemy's heart.

Now the sound of artillery fire is no longer as intense as before, and the political commissar has also ordered the shelling in the rear to stop in order to avoid accidental injuries to friendly forces.

Having broken through the rebels' outer defenses, now is the time for the infantry squad to vent their anger.

"Be careful of corners and secret passages, check all trenches, and counterattack immediately after confirming that it is safe!"

The political commissar pulled the trigger as he spoke. The .75-caliber bolt pistol in his hand looked like a widened and thickened submachine gun.

The Commissar holds a weapon in his left hand. Note that this equipment is a mortal version of a bolter. Do not try to use Astartes' equipment.

Every time a bullet hits a person and penetrates the enemy's armor, it will explode as its name suggests, shattering the rebel's body and the obstacles in front of the political commissar.

Lin Heng also wanted to take action, but right now he had to deal with the rebels rushing over first.

Trench warfare is indeed somewhat restrictive. Once your teammates charge ahead, no matter how good your accuracy is, you will not be able to anticipate unexpected events.

The rebels rushed out of the hidden foxholes, brandishing equally deadly swords. Lin Heng had just shot and killed two people when the third one suddenly swung out a cold machete.

Lin Heng was about to block with his gun, but Political Commissar Rutherford's chainsaw sword hummed and, with a "snap", cut off the opponent's weapon. Then, the rotating sharp teeth tore the opponent's limbs without stopping.

"My deputy, today is not the day you die, get up and keep fighting!"

Of course Lin Heng knew that he just wanted a big gun, and the laser gun was really not a good match for him.

Everyone approached the bunker, the political commissar waved his hand, and Lin Heng threw the cluster grenade in.

With a "bang" and a cloud of smoke, people rushed in one after another, pulled the trigger, and ended the life of the rebel who was lying and squirming on the ground.

"Lin Heng, use that machine gun!"

Without the commissar's instructions, Lin Heng turned the direction of the machine gun first. The red button on it seemed to be shouting at Lin Heng, "Press the switch!"

Lin Heng looked up at the ground and followed Button's advice.

In an instant, the twin heavy machine guns spewed out flames, and a string of bullets swept across. The rebels standing on top of the position had their hands and feet flying and were shattered to pieces.

Lin Heng swung the machine gun and killed people in the enemy's rear. When the other rebels reacted, the last thing they saw was the bullet that was about to hit their bodies.

“Da da da da da…biubiubiubiubiu…”

There was chaos, great chaos. After everyone advanced about 500 meters, the political commissar issued an order to retreat and hold the front line.

Now that they had successfully stormed the rebel positions, it was time to regroup and orient the soldiers.

Seeing the Astra Militarum retreat, the rebels also had a brief respite, and a large number of personnel began to transport supplies, replenish their strength, and rescue the wounded. The same was true for the Astra Militarum.

Various transport vehicles brought supplies and doctors, and a field hospital was immediately set up. When the gunfire stopped, Lin Heng heard the wails of the wounded soldiers.

...

Lin Heng shuttled through the occupied trenches and found canned food that the rebels had not had time to take away when they evacuated.

So he naturally took a few and brought them back. Lin Heng was not greedy, but after all, when the charge was launched, no one had any rations with them, and he didn't want to go on an empty stomach during the next charge.

"Commissar, I found the rebels' cans."

Lin Heng said as he handed it to Rutherford, but the other party just glanced at it and handed it to the soldier beside him.

"Eat, soldiers. You need to replenish your energy more than I do."

"No, no Commissar, you need this more than we do!"

The soldier was very grateful but embarrassed to eat it.

"There is a supply point blocked by a metal barrel over on the other side of the trench. You can go and get it yourself, but don't fight over it."

Lin Heng stopped the cans that the two men were pushing back and forth and spoke to the soldiers.

Several people quickly looked at the political commissar, and when they saw Rutherford nod, they immediately ran over happily, and called for others to follow.

"Oh, Deputy Lin Heng, I never thought that your method of finding supplies would be so clever.

I thank you on behalf of many soldiers." The political commissar took the opened can and saluted.

Lin Heng had to go with the flow and said respectfully: "This is what I should do, sir."

Rutherford looked around, pulled out a broken piece of wood from the mud wall, broke it open without hesitation, stirred the can, tilted his head back and swallowed it down with a "ton ton".

"Phew, it's really unpalatable. After all, we've been fighting for so long, and the rebels' supply lines have been cut off. Now we can still have canned food, which shows that the other side has laid a solid foundation for preparations for war."

Lin Heng tasted it twice and felt that it was almost the same as the yellow and white thick porridge he had eaten before. He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful and take a breath, but there was nothing he could do because it was a wartime situation.

"Commissar Rutherford, I have a question for you."

"Just say it directly, huh."

"What were those Engine Prophets from the Mechanicus doing this morning? I've seen this before in other places. Was it to...bless the Emperor...to pray?"

Lin Heng recalled the various situations he had encountered before and was ready to ask what this meant.

"Not to the Emperor, but to the Machine Soul within the device, or Machine Soul for short.

Most of them were sent by the Mechanicus to pray, saying that it could help reduce the incidence of malfunctions.

Tsk, if you ask me, it's because their maintenance is not good. They blame this and that, saying that the rifle can't fire because it angered the machine spirit. Humph, it's pure nonsense!"

Lin Heng really wanted to agree, but when he pressed the machine gun button just now, the feeling was not like his imagination.

Machine soul? Do machines really have souls? But... what the hell, even Chaos Subspace psychic energy has appeared, so it's not incomprehensible that machines have souls.

Lin Heng looked down at the laser gun he was holding, but it was hard for him to imagine that there might be some kind of thoughts flowing in it.

"Commissar, have you ever encountered a machine malfunction?"

The commissar lit up his cigarette and said, "Yes, a lot."

"So..how did you solve it?"

"like this."

The commissar pulled out his bolt pistol with his right hand and slammed the gun casing with his left hand.

"Click." The pistol made a slight sound.

"Look, he agrees. Hahahaha!"

Lin Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Rutherford was really a guy. He would hold high the banner of materialism even when facing monsters and demons.

But Lin Heng doesn't think so now. Psychic energy, soul. I really hope to meet Shoggoth. As a technical priest, he should be quite clear about this kind of thing. By the way, I don't know where they are.

I really want to know...

"Enemy attack!"

"boom..da da da da da da..biubiu"

Lin Heng had no time to think, as the battle was about to break out again. The political commissar pointed his sword forward again and shouted, "Charge!"

There was constant artillery fire overhead, and countless casualties in the trenches. Lin Heng charged ahead and jumped directly into the bunker.

The enemy had dug a large number of tunnels to prepare for the worst, and countless rebels hid in them. The dark tunnels, the corrupt air. Muffled explosions kept happening overhead, shaking the soil and making rustling sounds.

Seven or eight soldiers of the Star Army followed Lin Heng and walked cautiously into the darkness. Their heavy breathing was particularly obvious.

Lin Heng saw that the front was blurry, so he signaled the soldier with a flashlight hanging on his gun to go forward and illuminate the front.

When the light reached the other side, the identity of the blurry figure became immediately clear.

"Fire!"

I don't know who shouted, but the narrow corridor was immediately illuminated by beams of light.

Then the little flashlight lost its meaning, and along with it, its user lost his light.

...

In a gorgeous crimson-purple space, a ship is experiencing a turbulent spiritual storm. The passengers on the ship are all nervous, waiting for the end of the subspace voyage.

Everyone was muttering something in a low voice, probably praying to the Emperor, begging for a safe arrival.

And only one of them, if he was a robot, was still holding up 12 arms and shouting at a Geller stance stabilizer that was operating at high load.

"Oh my God, Messiah! My dear, you must hold on! You are so beautiful that you will surely succeed in stopping the contamination of the warp!

This is the final voyage. We can reach the solar system by jumping out of the subspace! As long as it succeeds, I will definitely upgrade the components for you!

Don't worry! I, Shoggoth, never deceive the trust of beautiful machines! Hold on! Hold on!

! ! ! "

Then the Geller stance stabilizer gradually began to roar steadily.