Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 446 Return to the battlefield and get ready

Anxiety, grief, pain, a variety of emotions intertwined and filled Harold's brain, prompting him to begin to move towards some kind of collapse.

With a "bang", his iron fist smashed through the tank and pulled out the immature body inside. The thinker who was supervising it immediately sounded the alarm and the surrounding tanks immediately boiled like a pot.

"Bang bang bang bang", several cans opened automatically, green nutrient solution poured out all over the floor, and the clones inside rolled to the ground.

The arbitrators from the Legal Department became nervous, fearing that these guys would suddenly jump up, but when they saw that these clones were missing limbs and looked like immature and deformed creatures, their worries about them faded.

"If this kind of thing were placed in the Imperial Hospital, it should have been sent directly to the crematorium as soon as it came out of the womb. It's fucking heresy."

"We don't understand the technology. It seems that they need so many corpses just to cultivate clones. True or false, the Ministry of Justice's system has probably been completely infiltrated by the other party."

"No wonder the judge said that Rebos was an unforgivable heretic. Look at this scene, shooting him eight hundred times would not be enough!"

The bailiffs were whispering to each other, and those words, when heard by Harold, only aggravated his pain. He really wanted to smash, burn, and blow up the place, so that these inhuman guys with no past would not have to endure a painful future.

However, the captains of the Ministry of Justice did not intend to simply destroy it. They would at least wait until the Inquisitor arrived before discussing it separately.

They expressed sympathy for Harold's suffering and respect for his fighting skills, but there began to be a sense of avoidance in their words, which was a change in their perception of people, as if they were persuading him to leave as soon as possible, while his identity had not yet been made public.

"Captain, let's go. You shouldn't stay in this place. Some of the bailiffs are starting to look a little strange. If the judge finds out, it will be a bigger problem."

Perkins advised Harold that the truth of the matter was far beyond their ability to understand. On the contrary, fighting against orcs on the battlefield had never been so brain-consuming. Some things were better not to know.

Harold was sitting on the ground in the nutrient solution at this time, the warm liquid flowing between his fingers, making him feel a little itchy. He saw his reflection in the liquid again, and the distorted face seemed to be telling him something.

'Time is running out...'

"Okay, let's leave. There is one last way. Let's go find him on the battlefield."

Several people were preparing to leave, and the arbitrators were also preparing to seal off the scene. They picked up the clones on the ground and prepared to collect them together. Just as they touched the clones that they thought were corpses, a cold wind suddenly blew on everyone's necks.

Harold shuddered. He seemed to sense something. When he looked back at the clones lying on the ground, it seemed as if someone was whispering something in his ear.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be still. They all tilted their ears slightly to listen to an inexplicable sound. Some bailiffs even took off their helmets, but found that the sudden sound seemed to be slowly getting bigger.

“Snap..Snap..Snap…”

This time, it was a real sound that appeared, and along with it, there were fleeting arcs of electricity, and the source of the arcs was the deadly clones on the ground.

"broken..."

No one knew who said it, but the movement of the subspace descended upon this small area, and the bodies of the clones began to disintegrate.

Then a surge of psychic energy instantly exploded in the laboratory. Lightning, flames, and shocks appeared out of thin air. Unreal forces acted on everyone, and forbidden supernatural powers swept everything.

The marshals standing next to the clone had no time to react before the forbidden spell scattered them. Even the carapace that could withstand grenades could not stop the power of corruption, rust, and dissolution.

"Damn, my eyes, ahhhh."

"My arm, this fire won't go out, ahhh, help."

"My legs hurt so much, they're melting, gone, gone!"

"It feels like there's something in my stomach... my intestines... my intestines are about to come out."

More than thirty arbitrators disappeared silently, and all kinds of miserable deaths were displayed to the survivors without reservation. A dozen arbitrators were obviously injured, constantly crawling, rolling, twitching and wailing.

"Fuck...Fuck...Damn it..."

The sudden change has frozen the thinking ability of the survivors, and the power that does not exist in reality has polluted the technological area.

Harold and his companions rushed forward to offer rescue, but they had no experience in rescue and could not handle it at all. They could only watch as there were more than a dozen types of injuries, and they only knew to plug the open wounds with clothes.

In the end, as expected, even with the automatic injector on the carapace, without any wound treatment, the injured marshals eventually passed away.

What happened here was no longer something Harold could understand and deal with. Rebos's methods were not something he, as a single product, could master. The only thing he had any hope of doing now was to find the other party.

The surviving bailiff immediately reported to his superiors, and Harold and his companions had no choice but to leave the scene first. They were clones, and after encountering such a strange incident, if they met the Inquisitor again, they would definitely not have the chance to see the sun tomorrow.

There was no other way; they couldn't stay in the hive for even a minute. Remarque sent the two men to the Military Affairs Department, and then a transport plane accelerated towards the front line.

Perkins also developed a high fever on the plane. It might be that he was too frightened and his body had a stress response. Harold was fine, but he was tired.

The two of them woke up from their daze only when the transport plane landed at the airport. Those who saw them said that they did not look like they came from the Hive City, but more like they had been locked up in an orc tribe for several days.

"Nothing... I had a stomachache during my vacation. My friend asked me where the headquarters is in the war zone now."

The ground crew pointed the two men in a direction, and they hailed a pickup truck and took a ride. As the truck was moving, Harold realized that the area he had arrived at was actually the lake war zone he had left before.

"Perkins, we seem to be back, but aren't the changes too big?"

Harold patted the still weak Perkins, and the other party expressed the same emotion after seeing the transport plane taking off and landing.

The vast helipad seemed normal, but what surprised them was that there were countless large machines constructing some kind of building on the edge of the lake.

Factories are springing up around here like mushrooms after a spring rain, and large pieces of metal materials and thick cables are being transported into the buildings from far away.

All the surrounding defense forces were replaced by the Order's Skitarii, and even four of the super-large plasma annihilation platforms that they had heard of but never seen were installed. With such a large caliber, even the knights could be easily destroyed with one shot, and the Titans would be nothing more than toys in front of them.

"It seems that the Order has really put in a lot of effort. I wonder what that dark building is used for. The weapons installed for the Hive City are all placed here. It must be something incredible."

Harold kept sighing, while his mechanical eye kept recording the status of other large weapons. Now the base around the lake area has begun to take shape, and the absolute firepower has made it impossible for the orcs to cross the line.

During the days of searching for information in the hive city, the battle on the front line has entered the final stage. In the last 600 kilometers, they will reach the border of the Orc Garbage City, a huge Orc City covering more than 15 square kilometers.

"But Perkins, do you feel that since the battle with the orcs, they seem to be most aggressive only when they attack the hive cities? Although the subsequent battles are still brutal, it does not seem to force Riza to use more terrifying weapons."

Harold looked at the calm lake and said that although he was not a high-end fighter, he was a veteran who had gone through hundreds of battles, big and small, and was familiar with most of the rumors.

A group of orcs that formed an empire were actually losing ground on the hive world. Was it because the empire's organizations were too strong or because the orcs were too weak? He felt that it was neither of the two. He always felt that there was something wrong.

"I don't know... Captain... I only know that the more orcs die, the better." Perkins replied weakly.

"Okay, but the surface of this wide lake has dropped several dozen meters compared to when we left. No wonder they want to occupy the lake area with such a large amount of water."

"Well... I heard from others that the deepest part of this lake is over 1800 meters... The orcs set their sights on the industrial zone here... That's why the workers died miserably before."

"1800 meters...it's deep enough. Do you think there may be orcs hiding in there?" Harold asked doubtfully.

"Captain... can orcs swim?"

"Hiss... I really don't know... Never mind, the Order is in charge of detection, let's focus on the next battle, or the next most tragic final battle."

......

"Everyone, first of all, welcome to the newly appointed regiment commanders. Your courageous determination to kill the enemy and surround the empire's territory has earned you the opportunity to be promoted.

The seven of you are the pride of our 300,000-strong legion, and you are heroes that should be widely praised by the empire. With great ability comes great responsibility, and you will have to shoulder more responsibilities in the subsequent battles."

The major general of the legion saluted and thanked the holographic images of the ten captains, one of whom was Captain Harold who had arrived at the command center.

He had not participated in a meeting for a long time since the pre-war combat meeting. When he took a look today, he found that except for two regiment commanders whom he still remembered, the rest were all new faces.

"It's so tragic..."

"The regiments of all the commanders have completed the personnel replenishment. Please speed up the integration training of the team within 15 days. The war is tight. Please apply for enough supplies as much as possible. Once the war starts again, the logistics will definitely be cut off.

After fighting for more than 800 legions, they have long been wiped out, and in the final siege battle, I am afraid that even 8000 legions may not be able to win. You are all veterans, so I will not say more.

The orcs are now lying dormant, and the Order has even observed that some orcs on the ground are evacuating to space. It is estimated that they are unable to capture the ground for a long time, and want to rely on the fleet to open up a second battlefield.

The most important thing is that the asteroids previously observed have already passed the Hive World and are heading towards the Forge World of Reza. The Navy Fleet was blocked by the Orc Fleet and had no chance to intercept more than 100 planets. "

"Then we are lucky. If those planets that are tens of kilometers in diameter were to fall towards us, even the firepower of the Hive City would not be able to destroy them in time."

"That's not something we need to worry about. The defensive firepower on Riza is unmatched by hundreds of hive worlds combined. What we should focus on now is how to fight the next battle."

"We can fight any way we want. If the navy can be more timely, we can fight. If the Skitarii can push forward, we can fight. If all the Knights attack, and we add a Titan, we can fight."

Everyone complained bitterly before the decisive battle, and in order to weaken the almost hopeless battle, the soldiers were over-replenished, and the corps of 10,000 people has now reached about 15,000.

Guns, food, equipment, and supplies were given as much as requested. There was no legion-level combat during this period, and each legion even seemed to be celebrating the Emperor's Ascension Day.

Eating, drinking, and even the games that were usually played secretly were no longer prohibited. The soldiers tried their best to enjoy every second of peace and every second of calm before the storm.

After all the captains left, Harold asked the major general about Rebos on the battlefield. It was no different from before, no one knew where he was. The soldiers who had been transformed by him were also questioned by the Inquisition, but what they knew was the same as what Harold answered when he met the Inquisitor.

"I still don't know anything."

"There's still no word from the higher-ups. I guess they've issued a death order. Just assume that he means well. After all, you've survived thanks to the modifications."

The major general teased, but Harold listened helplessly. After several days of recuperation, he began to recover from his grief and anger. However, every time he saw the gradually fading pattern on the canvas in his hand, he felt sad, as he felt that it was a symbol of his future.

"Death is not the most terrible thing, forgetting is... and there are so many forgotten heroes in the empire."

"Captain."

"Perkins, I haven't heard you talk about your family yet. Tell me about it. If you are not a clone like me, let me feel the real life."

"My family members died a long time ago. I grew up in a mine, so there's not much to say except survival. But after following you, I've witnessed a lot of things.

Captain, although your past is false, you have the same future as us. What you didn't have in the past, you can strive for in the future. There are retired soldiers in the regiment flag newspaper of the Military Affairs Department who were awarded a planet to live on. I think you can do the same."

Harold burst out laughing and thought, who would believe the regimental flag?