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

The communication with the other party did not last long. Zhang Ge quickly interrupted the topic and returned to the main part of the dungeon.

Is there something wrong with your mind...

Looking at the crowd below that had become orderly yet looked a bit funny, Zhang Ge fell into deep thought.

It was unknown what the specific content of their hallucinations was. Dozens of people who could still move on their own formed a small square in the central open space surrounded by the prison, while dozens of other people who had either collapsed or had little self-awareness were either supported or carried on someone's shoulders or back.

In front of them, an Imperial Fist Swordsman wearing a raven-shaped helmet and extreme power armor was making a speech. However, the words he spoke were intermittent and the content was completely disorganized. Almost no useful information could be heard amid the constant howling of the Black and Furious Blood Angel, who was tied up with belts after his power pack was smashed.

However, even so, the people who were listening still maintained their formation...even though it was very likely that even two people standing next to each other would see completely different things.

Voices of "For Macragge!", "Terra will never fall!" and "Why hasn't the ammunition arrived yet?" rang out simultaneously, while some people burst into laughter while others covered their faces and cried.

All these sounds mixed together and reached Zhang Ge's ears.

How should I put it? Putting aside other things, just tell me whether you are energetic or not?

Putting aside his distracting thoughts, Zhang Ge took a few more steps forward, trying to understand their current mental state before raising his voice and announcing to them:

"Your duty is over!"

The scene suddenly became quiet after this sentence, and they all turned their eyes to Zhang Ge who was approaching.

It was Emperor Fist who spoke first. He uttered a rare, though unclear, sentence:

“It never ends.”

"We have already won."

"There will be a next time...next time, next time *mumbles vague words that look like place names*, mortal, take cover."

Why am I still a mortal even though I am in your illusion?

He pondered without answering.

But it didn't take long. Faced with this somewhat tricky situation, Zhang Ge still made a decision quickly. His clever IQ quickly occupied the high ground in the process of thinking, and turned to Perveti and said:

"Go ahead and yell something."

Didn't someone mistakenly identify her as their genetic father before? Plus, Perveti isn't a normal person either, so wouldn't it be a perfect match for her professional background to come here?

Zhang Ge watched Perviti, who had received the order, step forward. He first scooped up the Imperial Fist Swordsman who had come too close to the group with one hand, and threw him a little further away. Then he continued to walk in front of those people and stood still, shouting:

"quiet."

Well, she is worthy of it.

The crowd had actually quieted down because of Zhang Ge's previous words, but Perveti shouted again and became the least quiet one.

However, the cheerful atmosphere was broken the next moment by Perveti's next words.

"If you can't save it from the xenos... then let the galaxy burn."

Damn it.

After taking a quick glance at Endymion's expression and finding no change, Zhang Ge shifted his gaze back to Perveti.

Doesn’t this sentence seem a bit similar to a sentence from ten thousand years ago?

Byd, she doesn't learn good things, but only learns this kind of thing. Next time, I have to ask her what she has learned about the Spirit of Vengeance before letting her speak to others... Zhang Ge is not worried that she will be in danger, but he is worried that those who try to provoke her may get "minor injuries" as a result.

However, putting aside the process, the result is good.

After Perveti said this, dozens of people who were originally immersed in their own thoughts suddenly became united in their hatred of the enemy and attacked her at the same time.

Then, in a flash, they all lay on the ground again and fell into a high-quality sleep. After Perveti was dealt with, Zhang Ge naturally gave a negative answer to the question of whether to kill them all.

It is not feasible to send this group of lunatics to the Alert Star. If Zhang Ge does not show up to take charge, if a regiment decides to sacrifice a mortal and then suck his memory... that scene is really a bit hard to imagine. They might all be treated as pollution sources and cleaned up on the spot.

But the solution already exists, and the answer lies in their reaction just now - use their illusions to organize them into a death company.

The establishment of the Death Company allows them to be deployed to the battlefield at the most dangerous time. Considering that Zhang Ge has not encountered any difficulties that he cannot solve on his own so far, it is almost equivalent to using this reason to support them for free.

It can be regarded as making full use of their value in the matter of wasting resources.

Plan passes.

After resolving the current issues, information about the completion of the cleanup in various departments was gradually transmitted back to Zhang Ge's communication, and the affairs within the Spirit of Vengeance finally came to an end.

Regroup, count the number of people, introduce each other, and collude in giving confessions.

By the way, I used the facilities on the Spirit of Vengeance to give the Fallen Angels... should they be called the Angels of Absolution now? A fresh coat of paint.

The color scheme of the artistic papermaking, which is at the level of Zhang Ge's book burning and burying of scholars, is a charcoal black background close to the sworn sinners + a white border close to grayish white.

In this way, Zhang Ge, his entourage, and the soldiers brought up by Zhang Ge each returned to the shuttle that brought them here. On the other hand, the Oathtakers who exceeded the carrying capacity had to use the shuttle parked on the Spirit of Vengeance.

Fortunately, these shuttles from the Great Crusade era do not look out of place compared to today's ones. On the contrary, they look a little more advanced and do not need any further modification.

As the shuttle drove away, the handling of the Spirit of Vengeance came to a temporary end.

Before leaving, Zhang Ge instructed Jihun to avoid the fleets from all sides as much as possible, so that she could return here after Zhang Ge finished dealing with the affairs on the Warning Star and consider how to arrange the ship.

Below, the outline of the planet's surface soon reappeared within the shuttle's visual range.

Chapter 232: Executing Zhang Ge, me? Really?

The shuttle quickly broke through the planet's atmosphere and descended further towards the direction of the warning fort.

The results of the directional scan of the Sentinel Fort by the Spirit of Vengeance showed that no one except the few scattered Angels of Pardon who stayed behind had entered. The retreating Imperial coalition forces remained restrained due to the presence of the Spirit of Vengeance and did not launch an attack even after the storm had dissipated for a while.

After landing, Zhang Ge quickly returned to the deepest position and came to the front of the singularity machine.

According to the agreement, he would come back and take away the core of the instrument. Although in Zhang Ge's mind, regardless of the facts, the singularity machine was indeed primarily responsible, but since it was something that had been agreed in advance, he would not go back on his word.

Of course, the term "core" refers to the removal of the entire device. After bringing in slave laborers to complete the initial dismantling work, Zhang Ge discovered that, intuitively speaking, this tiny core, compared to the instrument itself, was actually equivalent to a three-story building. It was impossible to dismantle it with one person's strength...

The breeze created by the movement of the giant object blew on my face.

Zhang Ge saw Perveti lift the core with one hand, as if he wanted to test the weight of this seemingly huge iron thing.

"put it down."

"Oh..."

Perveti carefully put the core back in its place, and returned to Zhang Ge obediently with a bit of grievance, like a scolded child.

Even if it can be moved, there are only so many exits. To transport this thing out, we have to open a new one, which will cost a lot of money...

The sound of explosions came from far away and soon, a circular crack that looked very regular to the naked eye appeared diagonally above.

After the short cylindrical ceramic steel block was blown out and fell to the ground with a dull thud, the countless fine sands that were imagined to be madly poured into the secret room did not appear.

What came into view was an oblique cylindrical tunnel that was just wide enough for the core to pass through.

It goes straight to the surface. In addition to the excess fine sand that has been attached to the magnetic machine, the edge is also precisely created with the help of the high temperature of the explosion to prevent collapse of the crystal wall, which reflects colorful light under the incident sunlight.

At the other end of the passage was Endymion, with one or two mechanical servants walking behind him from time to time.

Well, no wonder he asked several questions before, ranging from the size of the singularity machine to the core ratio, it turns out he was waiting for me here.

So those of you with yellow paint jobs are all good at civil engineering, right?

Looking at Endymion's serious face with a "small" safety helmet on his head, Zhang Ge couldn't hold it in any longer.

In this situation, with the expectant and burning gaze beside him, Zhang Ge opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing, just waved his hand and let her go.

The next moment, Perveti appeared next to the core.

No matter how many times I see it, I am still amazed by the speed.

Even at the obelisk, when Amelia burst out with all her strength, at least Zhang Ge could catch a flash of light with his naked eyes. But Perveti's short-distance movement at this distance made it impossible to see her movement trajectory. It was so fast that it was like a flash. At the same time, even at this high-speed movement, her four-meter figure did not make any obvious movement.

I can only say that it is indeed exaggerated. It is estimated that only ordinary Space Marines can barely catch any traces.

However, immediately afterwards, in full view of everyone, something even more exaggerated happened.

As Perveti placed both hands on the core, the eight wings began to wave slowly.

Inconsistent with the swinging speed, a hurricane began to roar and rage in the secret room, and countless scattered objects were suddenly blown away. Even people had to turn on the magnetic suction to avoid being carried away by the strong wind.

The figure, disproportionate to the core, lifted the three-story behemoth, raised it, and flew steadily to the surface through the passage.

People are numb.

Zhang Ge thought that the wings were something like decorations, and Perveti planned to use them to walk on the ground, but he didn't expect that they could really be used to fly?

No, can you consider aerodynamics?

With the cooperation of the two people, after the initial dismantling, the subsequent work that originally took an unknown amount of time now took only a few minutes to solve the problem.

Everyone is happy, everyone is happy.

Except Zhang Ge.

He had originally held a small hope. What if he could delay until the Dark Angels could no longer contain themselves and arrived? What if their passion got the better of them? Would that mean they would be in danger again?

The result is now...

Let’s put those thoughts aside for now.

Clean out inventory, tidy up the room, and eliminate traces.

After a set of procedures, the Angels of Pardon took off on the flying vehicle in the Guard Fort, hoisting the core, and headed towards the Dead Forest Festival area with the relevant identification information given by Zhang Ge - of course, since their route had to avoid the camp of the Dark Angels, they had to go around a big circle, and it was estimated that the arrival time of Zhang Ge and them would not be too far apart.

After doing all this, Zhang Ge dialed Austin's audio array communication.

You don’t know until you see it, and it’s a bit embarrassing when you see it.

He had been too busy to pay much attention before, but now Zhang Ge realized that his sound array was about to be destroyed. From Austin to the command of the elite mortals brought here, if it weren't for the Spirit of Vengeance hanging in the sky, the search team would have scraped away three layers of the ground.

After reporting safety to them, the first vanguard troops quickly arrived at the outskirts of the guard fort.

Then it turned into a serious three-court trial.

From left to right are the Dark Angels, Imperial Fists, and White Scars.

They temporarily found a place that looked like a meeting room and asked Zhang Ge and his entourage to be questioned.

However, according to Zhang Ge's "truthful" explanation, the events he described were slightly different from the facts.

Simply put, the "Sworn Sinners" entered the warning fort from the other side of the storm in advance, captured it, and destroyed an unknown machine deep inside it. The storm then disappeared, and Zhang Ge and others were just there on a solo reconnaissance and got caught up in it after encountering it by chance.

What? Why did the Spirit of Vengeance come, and why did he leave?

I won't go there. The ship is not under my control, so how would I know what they are thinking?

Dark Angel, Imperial Fist, White Scar: Suspicion.jpg

To be honest, to them, Zhang Ge's lying skills were very poor. These Space Marines who had received a lot of relevant training could easily see that he was lying.

But the problem is, Amelia also said the same thing, and even the captain of the Oathed Sinners Regiment, who had a bit of a sacred smell - if they were to say so, it was so new that it looked like it had just been glued on not long ago - also said the same thing.

Then the situation is completely different.

For some things, lying is not necessarily because you don’t want others to know, but because others shouldn’t know... I believe at least one of the three people is very clear about this.

After the other two officers sternly rejected the Dark Angels' proposal to "try to execute that mortal officer", the inquiry eventually came to nothing after several twists and turns.

Chapter 233: Internal Conflict between Dark Angels and Sinners

However, although it sounded easy, in reality, nearly four Terra hours had passed after the entire inquiry was completed.

During the whole process, the other two officers were fine, but the Dark Angel Commander really used all kinds of methods from direct pressure to psychological suggestion, which made Zhang Ge look unhappy even with his energy when he left the room.

Although part of it can be understood - this is already extremely tolerant in the imperial review process that often uses drugs and even instruments. The three reviewers didn't even use physical memory recovery techniques from beginning to end - but as a quasi-mortal, the feeling of fatigue is indeed real, which inevitably makes people feel a little worse.

However, there was no moment of relief after the review was over, as the next to arrive on the battlefield were the traditional arts of the empire:

Internal conflict.

As soon as Zhang Ge walked out of the door, he saw a bulge suddenly appear on the ceramic steel wall of the room on the other side with a loud noise. The muffled metallic sound like a bell echoed in the room several times, which unsurprisingly aroused Zhang Ge's curiosity.

Of course, he didn't go in directly, but waited outside the door for a while.

Sure enough, within a short while, a group of people appeared hurriedly from the other end of the corridor, and even their identities matched Zhang Ge's guess—they were the Dark Angels.

Then, he saw the Dark Angel commander who was examining him before walked out with a slightly hurried pace, gathered together with a few people who had just arrived, seemed to be whispering something, and soon made the decision to go in together.