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

In places like the suburbs and the bottom nest, the bigger the fist, the more truth there is, and it is obvious that the people sitting in this car have fists that are a bit too big.

Putting aside the Sisters of Battle, even for the Astra Militarum, fighting against gangs and armed cults at this level of armed forces is basically like bombing a fish pond.

Even the best-armed "civilian groups" would have to consider whether they could withstand retaliation from an organized Astra Militarum before provoking an Astra Militarum officer.

Not to mention the Sisters of Battle. If you attack the Astra Militarum, you are at most a rebel unless you are courting death. But if you attack the Sisters of Battle, you will directly become a cultist, which is a completely different treatment.

People with a bad brain won't live long in the suburbs. How many throne coins does it cost a month to work so hard?

Therefore, the guard who originally planned to stop the car and extort a large sum of money suddenly became clear-eyed after seeing the composition of the people inside.

Of course, the blame still needs to be passed on.

"...By the way, our bishop has always admired the state religion. Can we wait until he arrives here to discuss doctrine with him?"

Zhang Ge looked at the other person, not thinking about this question, but rather curious about how there could be people with normal thinking in a place like this in the suburbs? And it seemed that there were quite a few of them.

This is very abnormal, and in the empire, abnormality generally means danger, and Zhang Ge likes danger.

After Amelia cast her eyes at Zhang Ge, he pretended to think for a moment and said:

"ASAP."

After closing the car window and watching the man walk away, Zhang Ge explained:

"The suburbs are filled with either mutants or lunatics. It's unlikely that such an organization would emerge."

In such a sensitive period, danger means instability. As the Astra Militarum, it is reasonable to investigate it in order to avoid accidents in the subsequent defense of the hive.

Dominica retracted the grenade launcher and asked curiously while hanging down to install the flamethrower:

"Are they also cultists?"

"Hmm...it's hard to tell. Locals completely unaware of the situation are being used at the lower levels, while specially planted personnel are used at the middle and higher levels. This isn't uncommon, so I can't make a definitive conclusion until we conduct a more thorough investigation."

"Is...Is that so?"

For some reason, she sounded a little guilty when she answered.

After a while, the bishop who should have been contacted by the Dawn Order guards arrived. In the distance, Zhang Ge vaguely saw a beam of light approaching towards the sky, flickering and gradually becoming clearer from the dim background.

"Amelia, do you want to come with me?"

He had originally planned to open the car door and go to the meeting alone, but Zhang Ge suddenly remembered that the reason the guard used at the beginning was to exchange doctrines. It might not be good if he went without Amelia, so he asked casually.

The latter nodded and simply got out of the car with Zhang Ge.

Seeing this, Dominica got into the passenger seat and placed her hand on the weapon operating instrument of the heavy explosive bomb on board the vehicle.

The two of them quickly arrived in front of the roadblock, and then, the "gate" that looked like a garbage dump slowly opened to both sides with a creaking sound, revealing the scene inside.

There were about thirty or forty people in two rows, all wearing gray and white robes. However, the difference was that they also wore a crown decorated with small torches on both sides, and the weapons in their hands had been upgraded to laser guns. They looked like the bishop's guards.

They were neatly lined up on both sides of the road, and in the middle of the road was a hunchbacked old man walking slowly. He was also wearing a gray-white robe, but on his back was a backpack with a high-intensity flashlight pointing to the sky.

It seems that the brighter the light source, the higher the status?

Zhang Ge made some guesses in his mind, and took Amelia forward and asked:

"What's the matter?"

"Please follow me. Don't worry, it's just outside the door."

The bishop spoke in a very slow tone, as if he was deliberately imitating an aria from a drama, which sounded a bit funny. Combined with the flickering flashlight behind him, the effect was inevitably more outstanding. However, the occasion was indeed very serious, making Zhang Ge feel like he was watching an absurd comedy movie.

After the three of them walked past the bishop's guards and arrived outside, the bishop dismissed the guards who wanted to approach him before speaking. This time, his voice was normal:

"A few months ago, I gathered a group of PDF deserters, about 20 to 30 people, to train as believers, but now they are unwilling to leave, and there are too many of them..."

The other party dragged out the last part of his words, as if deliberately emphasizing his own difficulties, and then continued:

"So, I set up a checkpoint to see if I could come across someone capable enough. If you can take them away, I don't mind paying you."

After he finished speaking, the cloudy eyes under his hood seemed to scan Zhang Ge's shell... Zhang Ge guessed that the other party had misunderstood something because of the scratches on the shell that had not been repaired in time. He probably thought he was short of money.

Twenty or thirty people is not a small number, almost an infantry platoon. If a conflict occurs, the danger will be very high at close range.

Immediately, Zhang Ge replied:

"Bring them here."

In such an unfamiliar terrain, it is certainly impossible for a normal person to just follow others.

But the bishop shook his head:

"I can't call them now."

?

Lao Deng is playing a trick on me, right?

"..."

Zhang Ge didn't say anything for a while, but went back to the car, walked around to the trunk, opened it, and found the precision grenade launcher that the noble had given him before.

He scanned the grenade launcher left and right, and as expected, he found a family emblem on the gun body. After easily taking it off, Zhang Ge returned to the bishop.

"Send your men over with this and tell them to come over."

He handed the badge to the bishop, who took it slowly, waved to a guard, and then explained the matter.

"Before they come over, tell me, your Order."

"It's just enough to keep everyone fed. There's nothing much to say."

"Tell me your teachings."

The bishop seemed a little surprised when he heard this, but he still cleared his throat and said:

"Then we must begin with the creation of the universe by our Lord..."

"Okay, that's enough."

Zhang Ge interrupted the other party.

Ever since Dominica told him about this cult, he always felt that there was something off, and now, he finally found where this off-kilter point was.

How could a group of people who may have never left the ruins in their entire lives, or even seen the sky, and probably don’t even know whether the planets are flat or round, have the concept of “universe”?

It would be even more outrageous to say that it came from within the nest or was passed down from the past. For the former, a person with at least an upper-middle level of education in the nest came to the suburbs and created a cult that could be described as "widely distributed" in such a short period of time.

The latter, a suburban sect, was able to pass down to the present day before the pollution began - perhaps thousands of years ago, and it seems that there has been no interruption. However, this ability has always been confined to the suburbs and has not been well-known.

Even if they learned from leaked books, those who are capable of creating their own doctrines and sects would definitely not choose a concept that the suburban people could not understand at all as the core doctrine.

Just like the main religions of ancient Terra, which explained the world by piecing together elements that could be directly seen on Terra at the time, an abstract concept that was fundamentally incomprehensible would normally be impossible for the majority of low-educated groups to accept.

At first, Zhang Ge thought that Dominica used this word to refer to "world" or similar words, but from what the other party said in the common language, the word "universe" still appeared, so the situation was not right.

However, although he had some guesses in his mind, Zhang Ge was not in a hurry.

Play with him first.

ps: It’s the end of the month. If you have unused monthly tickets, you can throw them to the recycling station - that’s me - and I will help you recycle your monthly tickets for free.

Chapter 31: Solitary Army Deeply Advances

Soon, the sound of truck engines was heard coming from far away, and two military transport vehicles appeared in the distance.

When the distance was about a hundred meters, PDFs wearing bulletproof armor jumped out from the rear of the car. After gathering, they ran towards Zhang Ge in unison under the leadership of an officer.

Before and after arriving in front of Zhang Ge, a quick whistle sounded from the officer's mouth, and three teams, a total of 26 PDFs stood still.

It would be fine under normal circumstances. They are not in the same command system, so it’s okay to ignore this Astra Militarum captain.

But wartime is a completely different matter. It is normal for an Astra Militarum officer to be one rank higher than a PDF officer when meeting him. What's more, the platoon leader himself is only a second lieutenant and he did make a mistake. At the very least, he got lost. At the worst, he left the team for a few months and it is completely fine to classify him as a deserter.

"The 17th Infantry Regiment of the Akauran Planetary Defense Force, the 21st Platoon, the 73rd Company, reporting to you!"

The organization of the Astra Militarum and PDF is very rigid: Corps-Company-Platoon-Squad, and the squad organization has a standard structure of about ten people.

So, it’s okay to have a small number of people. A corps has several hundred people, and the prescribed establishment is completely sufficient.

But if there are a lot of people, in order to fit in enough people, an infantry regiment is composed of dozens or hundreds of companies, and each company is composed of dozens or hundreds of platoons. In this way, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people can be put into a regiment. This is a common occurrence in various troops.

Zhang Ge did not show any fear because the clothes he was wearing were taken from him. He glanced at the crowd with confidence and asked the officer:

"what's your name?"

"Burton."

"Burton, join my unit as the 35th Platoon, or be executed."

Upon hearing this, the other party saluted without hesitation and replied:

"Lieutenant Burton reports to you from the 35th Platoon!"

If he is conscripted, he will at least die later. If he is executed, he will die now. If he is killed, there is a high probability that more than just yourself will die. Since everyone will die, it is better to choose a relatively better way to die.

And seeing that this captain has the family crest of the nobles of this hive, maybe he is one of us.

Zhang Ge nodded with satisfaction after hearing this, walked forward, took off the other person's helmet with his hands, glanced at the top of his head, and helped him put it back on while tidying it up.

"Good job."

Soon, everyone else was asked to get back into the truck, leaving Burton in the back seat.

After accepting the bag of throne coins handed to him by the bishop, Zhang Ge set off again, but this time he was not alone. There were two noisy trucks following behind him.

Of course, the destination this time is not the hive city for the time being, but the headquarters of the Order of the Dawn as pointed out by Burton.

They had been here before when they were invited to serve as instructors. Those members of the sect at that time obviously did not understand what confidentiality was, and they could see the road clearly.

"Burton, are you sure this is the way?"

But after driving for a while, when the scenery ahead repeated for the third time, Zhang Ge couldn't help but ask.

But Burton obviously didn't understand what was going on. He was a little doubtful as he answered:

"This...we came here when we came here. This shouldn't be the case."

After returning to the repeat position for the fourth time, Zhang Ge stopped the car and asked Burton:

"Do you remember every turn from here to headquarters?"

"I remember, but..."

"Read it once."

Burton was interrupted, and after recalling for a while, he stated the direction of each turn as required, even including the approximate number of meters to drive.

After listening, Zhang Ge took his hands off the steering wheel and said:

"Record the direction of each turn just now, maintain the road range, and drive automatically."

Burton wondered:

"Sir, who are you talking to?"

However, he did not wait for a response, but felt the inertia caused by the acceleration of the vehicle pressing him firmly into the seat.

Low light, no headlights, low air visibility, and numerous obstacles.

But these did not hinder a civilian light armored vehicle speeding through the streets. The sharp friction sound of drifting wheels was heard at every corner, and the two trucks behind it soon could not even see the taillights of the vehicle in front.

In the eyes of Zhang Ge and his companions, as the vehicle sped along, the surrounding scene gradually became blurred and distorted, and was soon penetrated like bubble wrap.

Large-scale holographic projection.

This kind of thing is not common in the suburbs where even electricity is extremely scarce, let alone something large enough to be used to guide vehicles.

After the vehicle stopped, an area appeared in the distance that seemed to be illuminated by a large number of searchlights, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness.

Obviously, that is the so-called cult headquarters.

After parking the vehicle in a hidden place, Zhang Ge took the grenade launcher and power sword and said to the other three people:

"There's no time to wait for the people behind us, let's go first."