Warhammer: From Planetary Governor - #211 - Chapter 211 Ron: That’s bad, I’m being targeted by a bully!

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Tzeentch’s consciousness spread at an extremely fast rate.

He wanted to find the dependents of the cursed person along the remaining lines of cause and effect.

A considerable part of those causal lines connect the material world.

If you follow the trace to find the end of that part of the causal line, you can locate the specific location of the dependents of the cursed person.

Tzeentch was looking forward to it.

After all, He couldn’t wait to weave a chaotic and tragic fate for the little guy named the Savior.

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Throne Square.

Ron held the big sword and rested against the remains of a heavy tank.

Phew, a little weak.

There was no other way. He had just finished beating Harris and then slashed the demon. The continuous high-intensity fighting consumed too much of his physical strength.

He couldn’t even remember how many demons he had killed.

In other words, he cut from one end of the throne square to the other, several times.

Mowing the grass is fun, but it’s a bit physically demanding.

Now, the battle against the demons is over.

Although a very small number of demons escaped from the battlefield, it was not a big problem.

Then just let the Inquisition organization hunt them down.

The logistics department of the Ministry of Military Affairs is taking inventory of the battlefield, and they will collect some resources that can be recycled.

The injured soldiers have been placed in safe areas.

Medical nuns shuttled among them. These graduates of the Order of Physicians were gently providing treatment services to the soldiers.

At the same time, a cleaning team of tens of thousands of people was arriving.

Their specialized work is to provide one-stop services for the aftermath of pollution incidents, including high-temperature floor washing and dust removal.

They are basically muscular men, wearing tight-fitting orange protective clothing, gas masks, and the badge of the cleaning team on their chests.

The approximate pattern is:

A pair of crossed cleaning gloves holds the contaminated skull.

At this moment, the person in charge of the cleaning team is lecturing:

“What’s our slogan?”

The fierce men raised their heads and held their chests high: “Clean the pollution and leave no traces!”

The person in charge nodded:

“Work!”

Soon, these fierce men dispersed and began their own work, gradually cleaning the battlefield.

The equipment of the cleaning team has been upgraded for several rounds and is equipped with more large-scale cleaning equipment.

to cope with diverse polluted environments.

Cleaners drove several types of mechanical cleaning vehicles blessed by the church and cleaned the Throne Square under red and blue warning lights and melodious hymns.

Some of them are responsible for high-temperature incineration, while others are responsible for spraying mild disinfectants with a slight restorative effect on soldiers and combat equipment.

Others are packing and collecting pollutants, or performing blessing and salvation rituals.

Focus on one major.

Eliminate the impact of those pollutants on the environment as much as possible.

Zila——

The flames rise.

The light of the fire fell on Da Tong’s focused face.

His eyes were firm, his pink apron was tied around his waist, and his movements were smooth and powerful.

His love for cooking and his pursuit of perfection shine through in every stir-fry.

A large vat is skillfully heated and stir-fried using an iron pot, and various medicines and seasonings are continuously added.

In the iron pot, the ingredients flip and jump, rapidly change color under the high temperature, and emit an attractive aroma.

This is his moment of glory.

He spent his entire life preparing to make a unique delicacy for the Savior!

“It tastes good…”

Ron couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

There is really nothing to say about this cooking skill.

Speaking of which, he taught Datong this Chinese cooking method.

Of course it is limited to frying a Kalkan egg or something, one egg can fry a large pot.

The rest is all about the free use of the big barrel, and the skill is better than the skill.

Suddenly, Ron seemed to see something and quickly urged: “Hurry up, the cleaning team is almost here.”

“Oh, Ma…right now!”

He is secretly turning on a small stove, if it affects the work of the cleaning team.

Not so good.

The savior’s urging made Datong a little nervous.

He suddenly turned the valve, and the flames shot out several meters high, and then accelerated the frying speed.

Soon, he turned off the fire and put the food into iron containers.

The big bucket carefully brought the food to Ron:

“Lord Savior, please taste my ‘fried flesh hound whip and copper ox tendon'”

“Yes, very delicious!”

Ron tasted it and couldn’t help but praise it.

I don’t know if it’s because of the ingredients, but the food cooked in the vat is more delicious than the food cooked by the chef at the Spire Mansion.

Those ingredients are carefully processed and quickly stir-fried, retaining the deliciousness and elastic texture of the meat, and the unique flavor.

“As long as you think it tastes good!”

Big Bucket was so excited when he was praised by the savior that he almost had no place to put his hands.

Ron was eating devil’s food to replenish energy.

Suddenly, an indescribable feeling of palpitations came over me, and the food in my mouth became tasteless.

Damn it, are you going to let people live?

He could feel that a terrifying existence was staring at him.

“What a familiar smell…”

Ron struggled to swallow the food and exhaled to calm down.

An idea flashed through him, and he thought of a possibility, and his scalp suddenly went numb.

That’s the scent of Tzeentch!

More than ten years ago, he had glimpsed a corner of the treacherous fantasy from an endless distance in Yusef’s laboratory.

He was not frightened at that time, and he remembered this aura deeply.

As for why he could discover Tzeentch’s prying eyes so quickly.

Because the concept represented by his little sun is very powerful, almost as powerful as the God Emperor and the Four Gods of Chaos.

It’s just in the developmental stage now.

What’s even more frightening is that the one who is staring at him this time is not some phantom clone, but the true form of the ever-changing Demon Lord Tzeentch!

In the Purgatory Galaxy, the lives targeted by Tzeentch almost never end well.

Their destiny is manipulated, their hope is extinguished, and they self-destruct in despair and chaos.

He does this even to the most loyal servants under his command.

You may just give your servant unlimited knowledge and hope, and then in the next second, you may have a sudden whim and deprive him of hope.

Let him lose everything in the most tragic fate.

Because in His eyes, all lives are chess pieces, existences that can be discarded at any time.

There is no credibility at all.

It can be said that Tzeentch is the ultimate god of mischief and the top god of fun.

He does things without any purpose.

The rest of the evil gods, no matter how evil they do, are at most just doing whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

Tzeentch, on the other hand, favors the means over the ends.

For the sake of show effect, He can do anything, whether it is allies, believers or even himself, he can sell it out.

Even if it is a plan that I have carefully designed for many years, I just abandon it.

He does not care whether the plan succeeds or not, but enjoys the program effects and the chaos created during the planning process.

After all, ruining one’s own plans is also part of the chaos.

Ron would rather confront other evil gods than have anything to do with this troublemaker.

Even if you choose to take refuge with the Chaos Evil God, taking refuge with Tzeentch is the most cost-effective option.

Join Khorne:

I appreciate you and give you a full health resurrection and a complete set of luxurious brass equipment.

The mutation gave him devil horns, fangs, blood wings, a strong steel devil body and coquettish calf hooves, making him handsome and charming.

As long as you dare to fight hard, the boss will basically give you whatever you ask for. If you have a clear career upgrade path, you’ll be done with it.

Take refuge in Slaanesh:

Hello handsome boy, I will give you two cows and more cows, and an immortal body.

The mutation gives you tentacles, multiple organs, snake tails, etc. Although the combat power is not strong, it can make you feel great between pleasure and pain.

Most of the believers are handsome men and beautiful women. The mutation has little effect on appearance, and is more likely to have special bonuses.

How nice it would be for everyone to party and have fun together.

If you have enough ability, even Slaanesh will personally accompany you to have fun.

Take refuge in Nurgle:

Come and drink super plague chicken soup!

After the mutation, his appearance became a bit uglier, with rotten intestines, rotten brain, sores, and pus.

But you have the fatherly love of Nurgle. Nurgle opens his heart to accept all believers, regardless of old or ugly, good or evil.

He is tolerant and tolerant of believers, just like a kind father leading his beloved son.

The believers are like a happy family, singing and dancing happily all day long.

Take refuge in Tzeentch:

orphan.

Ron frowned, feeling anxious.

This time, he was really targeted by the troublemaker Tzeentch.

If Tzeentch finds him, he will never have peace.

You have no idea what you are doing now, whether what you are doing is right or wrong, whether it is a trap, or whether it is being manipulated.

Thus embarking on a tragic fate.

Moreover, the development of the territory will become a luxury.

The chaos created by Tzeentch himself is enough to destroy any order.

Ron sensed that the aura from the Chaos Evil God was getting closer and closer.

He made a prompt decision and entered the subspace:

“Master, help me!”