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

There will be a lot of people ending their political lives and withdrawing from the circle - withdrawing from the biosphere.

Even without considering the value of a damaged War Titan itself, they will definitely be more efficient than ever before for the sake of their own lives.

But for Zhang Ge, it doesn’t matter whether the Dawn Cult dies or not, what matters is whether he himself dies or not.

So, in order to "stop the cultists' blasphemous sacrifices in time," let the explosions begin.

Amidst the chanting, molten and plasma explosions replaced the singing tones. The scorching heat and the roaring sounds tore through the sacrificial atmosphere. At that moment, the flames were brighter than the light from the searchlights above.

Under the extreme temperature, a large part of the scrap metal was directly vaporized, but more of it turned into dazzling white high-temperature liquid metal and splashed everywhere. A lot of it directly splashed on the cult members below who had no idea what was happening.

Fortunately, their suffering would not last long, because due to the loss of support and the expansion and deformation of the structure caused by the high temperature and the reduction of strength, the originally sturdy scrap metal building creaked painfully and slowly tilted downwards.

At this moment, there was no difference between bishops, archbishops and ordinary guards. Under the broken buildings that were rolling with thick mud and dust, puddles of flesh were mixed together indistinguishable from each other.

The killing has just begun.

Amelia, who no longer needed to hide herself, suddenly wielded a long sword in her hand, which shone brightly. In that dazzling light, Zhang Ge could even faintly see a white halo emerging behind her.

She leaped down, her body like a stream of light, and fell to the ground in an instant. The dense crowd around her did not hinder her at all. After running over the crowd and several fully armored papal guards in a straight line, the sharp sword light hit the Pope.

A wave of psychic energy swept through, and the pale purple-blue shield pressed the sword in front of the Pope, preventing him from moving forward for a while.

The Pope had a strange smile on his face:

"Travelers, you are truly fortunate, for you will witness the dawn."

He seemed to want to say something, but after realizing that the long sword could not break through the shield in a short time, Amelia directly let go of the hilt of the sword and kicked the opponent in the chest with a speed far beyond the opponent's nerve reaction speed.

The chest cavity, which had caved in under the immense force, was pierced by the long sword which had lost its resistance the next moment.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

But in terms of killing efficiency, Amelia still pales in comparison to Zhang Ge.

Perhaps due to its sophisticated craftsmanship, the recoil of the precision-crafted mortal grenade launcher in Zhang Ge's hand was exceptionally small. Even with prolonged continuous firing, the trajectory could be controlled within a small range. The muzzle fire was spitting out almost frantically.

One after another, the explosive bombs penetrated the dust cloud raised by the buildings and fell to the ground, and scattered densely towards the people below. It is not quite accurate to say that they were scattered, because these bombs would not hit the same person for the third time at most. It is better to say that it was a continuous high-speed and accurate shooting.

After the explosion, there were not many survivors below. After Amelia turned around and killed a few more, there were no more people left standing.

The ground was littered with human tissue torn apart by bombs, a mixture of plasma, fragments, bone fragments, and flesh and blood crushed by buildings.

Only then did Zhang Ge pull out the magazine that had not been replaced with some doubt, looked at it, and shook it... If his estimation was correct, after firing this round, there was still half of the ammunition left in the magazine?

Although I couldn't see clearly due to the smoke and dust, were there so few people alive down there? Could they have been killed with such a small amount of ammunition?

No, that's unlikely. It must be Amelia who exerted her strength.

With this thought in mind, after sliding down the inclined edge, Zhang Ge and Amelia, who had witnessed the precise shooting just now, raised their hands at the same time and gave each other a thumbs up.

Zhang Ge thought to himself: It seems that the Battle Sister is also quite gentle? After C, seeing that I didn't contribute much, she encouraged me.

Amelia thought: How could he be so humble as if his superb skills just now didn't belong to him? Sure enough, I still have a lot to learn.

The degree of recognition between the two sides has inexplicably increased.

Although there was noise coming from above at this time, Zhang Ge and Amelia still took some time to clear the area and killed all those who could still move.

But as the dust faded a little, another problem arose before the two: what they said before about no one else standing was not quite right. The young boys and girls used as sacrifices were not affected by the collapsed buildings and crossfire because they were close to the blood pool and the edge of the altar.

Now there are only four pairs left, a total of eight people, who are watching what is happening in front of them in confusion, numbness or fear.

Amelia had actually seen them a long time ago, but she just didn't have time to deal with them. She shook off the blood on her sword and walked towards the sacrifices.

"and many more."

A hand reached out from behind and patted Amelia. After Zhang Ge finished speaking, he walked past her and came to those people.

"Stand still, don't move."

Zhang Ge took out a cross from his bag, pressed it against their faces one by one, and pulled aside those who were burned.

At the end of the screening, there was only one girl left without any problems, and the others were taken together.

Shouldn't we say that those who remain untainted by the mud are only a tiny minority? Perhaps some of them have simply been passively tainted by corruption, but there's no time for further screening.

As the trigger was pulled, the explosive bombs that passed by brought them a quick and merciful death, preventing them from the tragic fate of being tortured and then sacrificed to the evil god.

"Let's go."

Without saying anything more, Zhang Gra grabbed the hand of the last girl.

But as I took a step forward, I felt a slight resistance.

He looked back and saw that the girl was being held by one hand by him, while with the other hand she was trying to pull the corner of his clothes backwards. Her frail body was being pulled so hard that she staggered but was unwilling to move forward.

Seeing Zhang Ge turning around, she gestured and spoke in a halting Common Language, Zhang Ge's figure reflected in her clear eyes:

"If I... go out... I will kill... more people... Please... kill me."

After she finished speaking, seeing that the other party did not respond for a while, she seemed a little anxious, took small steps forward, and dug out the cross from the palm that should have been unshakable.

She reached out and pulled out a strand of her long hair. Her expression seemed to be in pain, but her hands did not stop moving.

She looped the long hair through the empty space on the cross where the necklace should have gone through, tied a knot, and put it around Zhang Ge's neck, who followed her movements silently and half-knelt naturally, making it hang like a pendant.

The pendant swung lightly, and she repeated:

"Please...kill me."

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against her forehead in silence, and another bullet was squeezed out of the magazine that had been empty of ammunition.

Blood splattered everywhere, mixing on the ground.

ps: It’s going to be pushed down, so this chapter will be posted ahead of time at 9:00, but the others will continue as usual.

Chapter 35: "Humanity Eliminates Animality"

The moment the bomb penetrated her skull, the Ascalon on Zhang Ge's waist vibrated violently.

As if inspired by something, he grasped the hilt of the sword without hesitation and pulled it out of the scabbard.

A milky white inscription flickered on the spine of the originally plain sword.

"Human nature eliminates animal nature, people care for the weak, and the human heart is naturally holy."

Ascalon pulled Zhang Ge's arm so that the tip of his sword pointed upwards. Compared with the size of the long-decayed Titan warrior, Zhang Ge looked like Don Quixote charging towards a windmill.

Then, on the girl's body, a translucent silk-like object like a phantom slowly withdrew from the flesh that was still bleeding, swirled around, and wrapped around the sword of Ascalon.

In a flash, the long sword that was originally held tightly in Zhang Ge's hand flew out spontaneously at such a fast speed that even Amelia could not catch a trace of its afterimage. Almost at the same time as it left his hand, it pierced the Titan's neck.

Something was awakened.

It started with the sound of an engine, a short, roaring sound like a heartbeat.

Then, above the Titan's head, a brilliant blue light lit up from left to right, accompanied by a pleasant slight buzzing sound, and began to fill the electronic eyes that had been dim for countless years.

But everything suddenly became quiet again, as if everything before was just an illusion.

Until a dull and distant bell sounded.

Ring the bell once to push the piston and pump.

Blood suddenly gushed out of Ascalon's scabbard. The blood flowed towards the broken body of the Titan, filling it with damage and scars. The Titan's huge head drooped with the sound of mechanical operation and looked at Zhang Ge.

When the second bell rang, the Dawnbreakers who were originally rushing to the bottom laid down their weapons and began to kneel down to worship their awakening "god".

Ring the bell twice, press the button, the engine ignites, the turbine is lit, and life is injected.

The blasphemous symbols were washed away, the broken wounds were repaired, and the once scarred torso no longer showed any signs of damage.

The ground was shaking, and the body of the God Machine began to stand upright. The thick layer of soil did not cause any hindrance. A large area of ​​the ground sank inward to fill the hole that was originally filled by the Titan's legs, but was now gradually being withdrawn.

Amidst the shaking that made it difficult to stand, the Titan's first foot stepped onto the ground, followed by the second. Countless pieces of soil were shaken to the ground by her movements.

Its body blocked the light of the searchlights and cast a huge shadow on the ground.

The third bell rang, and the volcanic cannon on the right arm of the Warlord-class Titan swung and pointed diagonally downward. Ascalon, who had returned to his original plain appearance, also fell at this moment. After being wrapped in the scabbard again in the air, it fell into Zhang Ge's hand.

Ring the bell three times and sing in unison to praise the God of All Things.

The scorching heat came from above his head. Although Zhang Ge seemed to feel nothing, the gray-white robes on the corpses around him even began to burn on their own at this temperature. Amelia also frowned slightly, as if she realized something, closed her eyes, and covered her ears.

The next moment, a light as bright as the sun lit up at the muzzle of the volcanic cannon, enough to blind even an ordinary person who dared to look directly at the light.

A beam of light gushed out from the muzzle, drawing an upward arc from the point of impact. Any buildings, soil, metal or anything else that came into contact with the beam of light was instantly vaporized and turned into free microscopic particles. However, after passing through the deep pit, the light was far from stopping.

It cut through the thick clouds in the sky, and in a straight tear, the pale golden sunlight that had been isolated from this place for countless years fell.

On the deep pit, a huge slope was formed along the position where the light beam fired by the volcanic cannon swept through. Countless melted hot magma was flowing downwards, and some were bright crystalline surfaces formed directly by high-temperature crystallization, reflecting the sun's brilliance.

In a sense, the Pope did not lie, and the travelers witnessed the dawn.

After doing all this, the Titan slowly knelt on one knee, extended the unfired Angry Sun Plasma Incinerator Cannon, and dropped it obliquely to the ground.

For some reason, Zhang Ge even caught a hint of tenderness in this action.

He walked forward, grasped the side of the weapon and came to the top of the plasma cannon and sat down. Amelia also followed Zhang Ge and jumped up lightly.

As Zhang Ge sat down, a familiar voice came into his mind. It was the voice of the girl from before:

"I seem to be...still alive? Although this body is a little strange, thank you!"

As he spoke, Titan straightened his body again and walked up the slope that had just been formed toward the top of the pit.

As for Zhang Ge, although he had expected it, he was still silent for a moment by the contrast between the girl's sweet voice and the Titan's magnificent body.

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Chapter 36 My Smile of Relief

Sitting on the Titan, Zhang Ge thought of the joke:

This is an old man on horseback holding a sword, and this is a fragment of a star god that traverses the universe. Who will win between the two?

Zhang Ge felt that what had just happened to him was as outrageous as if the former had actually defeated the latter.

But if you think about it, stuffing souls into machines is not unprecedented in this world... What was it?

Wait, I remember now.

Isn't this the technology that the Necrontyr were forced into the Necrons? But wasn't that provided by the C'tan? Even if Ascalon really has a connection, it's with the one on the Golden Throne. What does it have to do with the C'tan?

Thinking of this, Zhang Ge asked "War General Titan":

"Are you feeling unwell?"

That voice still rang in Zhang Ge's mind:

"I don't feel uncomfortable... Rather, no, I'm just a little unaccustomed to it."

That shouldn't be the case. That kind of transformation comes at the cost of life energy and soul. Didn't she just die? And her soul doesn't look like it's gone.

Although I don't know what it feels like to lose these two, judging from the Necrons' unfriendly attitude towards the Star Gods, it definitely won't be a comfortable experience.

Or was it that the Star God could actually do the implant painlessly and at no cost, but deliberately gave it a flawed method because he was afraid of the Dead Cookies?

When Zhang Ge thought of this, his thoughts suddenly went back to the joke at the beginning.

If, I mean if, is there a possibility that Ascalon is the sword in the hand of the "old man on horseback with a sword" at that time, and the so-called dragon slayer is the Star God Void Dragon.

Then part of its authority naturally came to this sword, and after thousands of years of worship, it was infused into the concept of "God of All Things".

Thinking of this, Zhang Ge suddenly smiled with relief.

If you believe such an outrageous thing, why not just think that it is a machine soul infusion rod disguised as a sword?

The more realistic problem at the moment is that although he has been trying to get as far as possible into dangerous places, he seems to be getting further and further away from his original goal. If there really is a trap, it would be a starting point!

How can she die normally now under the cover of a War Titan and lead her to fight against the Chaos Titan Legion?

Could they keep her outside under the pretext of fearing an investigation by the Adeptus Mechanicus? That was impossible. If a Machine Soul of this level displeased, the head of the Adeptus Mechanicus in this hive would have to kowtow to them from a hundred meters away, not to mention opening the lid for inspection.

Tired, destroy it quickly.

Zhang Ge, exhausted both physically and mentally, decided to wait and ask:

"I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

The girl's voice hesitated for a moment: