Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1116 - Chapter 1113 Two Plans

“No, no, no! I don’t like it anymore! I don’t like it anymore! Wow! I just want to find a safe place to record and drink… I don’t want to go to the front line anymore!!!”

Trazin’s cry was suddenly choked, and he found that he did not appear in the center of a dangerous battlefield, but came directly to the throne of the Silent King.

“Hehehe…this is so funny, isn’t it?”

Orikan’s voice came, and Trazin suddenly realized that she was hugging his leg and howling impolitely and incompetently.

Orikan’s one eye sparkled, apparently recording all of Trazin’s ugliness.

The Emperor standing on both sides also covered his mouth and chuckled. This humiliation made Trazin’s core extremely hot, and the cooling system could no longer contain his rising sense of humiliation.

“Tarrazin.”

The Silent King’s left and right hands conveyed the king’s words. Trazin immediately shook off Orikan’s thigh, stood up on the spot and arranged his clothes and appearance to suit the status of a noble.

“Great Silent King, Trazyn the Endless is at your disposal.”

“We put aside your disrespect for now, now we need your knowledge to help us…”

“Help with what?”

“Help us understand the deep meaning of Lin Fan, the subject.”

The Silent King unfolds an entire battlefield before Trazin, a mix of colors that distinguish friend and foe worse than the paint-battered palette in an art classroom.

The human army, led by the original body and the Emperor, fought in a melee with the Waaagh body and the orcs. In the calculations of the technicians, the human race was bound to defeat the Waaagh body.

Because the current orcs lack the blessing of Goge’s power, the physical fitness of the entire group is not as good as before.

When he mentioned this, Trazin remembered how casually Doula was killed. If Gorge still existed, the orc’s size and physical strength would definitely be stronger, and he would never be killed by Corax with one move. .

But the battlefield is not just about Waaagh bodies and orcs. The bugs, degenerate bodies that continuously emerge from the ground, and the demons generated by relying on the extremely high subspace energy concentration are all helping the Waaagh bodies gain an advantage on the battlefield.

Among them, take the Ultramarines, the largest number of Space Marines, as an example. They have been torn apart by the continuous impact of the mixed enemy tide, and they basically rely on their original positions to fight on their own.

The remaining smaller legions gathered around the Primarch and the Emperor, barely holding on by relying on the essence of the Warp and the power of the Emperor’s faith.

Now the Necrontyr’s offensive posture has become extremely critical.

After all, while the Human Empire is delaying the enemy’s attention, all the reserves are summoned to rush into the foot of the throne of the gods and attack. At that time, the Silent King will liberate all the hidden power of the dynasty and use the ancient battle of heaven to destroy the power of the galaxy. Weapons to end the fight.

The advantage of this plan is a quick victory, but the disadvantage is that the casualties of human troops will definitely soar after losing the firepower support of the Necrontyr.

It is better to break up the Necrontyr legion, provide battlefield support for the human empire, and then move towards the throne of the gods together.

The advantage of this plan is that it is a steady attack, but the disadvantage is that the battle will continue to last longer and produce more unpredictable variables.

According to data feedback from frontline troops, some enemies have been able to survive inexplicably under the volleys of Gaussian beams, which is exactly the same effect as the Emperor’s Manifestation spread among the armies of the Human Empire.

The Silent King didn’t think much about it and pointed the finger of these questions at Lin Fan and Tzeentch, who regarded himself as a chess player on the same level as the Subjective One.

When these two questions were placed in front of Trazin, Trazin didn’t even hesitate much and directly chose the second option.

King Silence’s eyes darkened. He certainly knew why Trazin made such a choice.

The subjective person cares about human beings very much. If it can reduce casualties, he will definitely choose a more secure way of fighting.

But…but…

King Silence felt inexplicably panicked. He always felt that something terrible was being born behind the throne of the gods.

Come on…since Trazin thinks that the subjective person will lean towards the second plan, then let’s follow the second plan…

The King of Silence stood up from his throne and immediately wrote a decree. Just when he was about to issue it, a sacred and cold voice sounded in this lifeless palace.

“Execute the first plan.”

Is this the voice of the God Emperor?

The King of Silence was extremely surprised. His throne was surrounded by layers of exorcism dead zone, which prevented demons from continuously emerging from the cracks.

But how can the power of the God Emperor be released here through the Exorcist Dead Realm?

After thinking about it, there was still no good answer. It was not until Trazin’s body became more and more golden that the Silent King figured out the principle.

Trazin loves to collect, and she accepts both humans and aliens.

It would be fine if he collected some human warriors, but this guy also cherishes the sacred weapons of the state religion very much.

Over the past ten thousand years, there have been many saints’ bones and scriptures in the Tarasina Museum.

As items pointing to the God-Emperor’s faith, these holy objects are also the windows through which the God-Emperor looks to the world.

Every time Trazin went to the church to commit petty theft, the God-Emperor would see it. This had been observed by the God-Emperor for a long time, and Trazin’s body had gained some divine attributes.

If there weren’t more important things to deal with, Trazyn would have been burned to ashes by the God-Emperor’s golden fire.

“Okay… execute the first plan. God Emperor, are you ready to take action?” King Silence did not look at Trazin, who was slowly floating and losing control of his body. Instead, he focused his gaze on the chaotic battlefield.

The God-Emperor did not directly answer the Silent King’s question, but simply said, “The Emperor is so useless, it is really embarrassing.”

The golden light disappeared, the Silent King rewritten the order, and all the dynasty’s military forces were dispatched. He also personally rushed to the forbidden warehouse where the ancient weapons were sealed, and used his supreme authority as a king to decode the ancient equipment.

On the frontal battlefield, the Emperor, the Imperial Guard, and the Sisters killed countless enemies, but the enemy’s attack showed no sign of retreating. Instead, it became more and more fierce as time went on.

The Insect Saints, who had been nurtured by Tzeentch from the very beginning, burst out of their egg shells. Each of them grew to a height of seven or eight kilometers, and the motivation for gathering people to march was shattered.

The demonic aggregate was covered with factories that spewed thick smoke, and limbs of various species grew from their bases, slowly crawling forward.

Faced with such supernatural giants, not to mention the Space Marines and even the Titans who were regarded as creations of the gods, they became tiny ants.