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

Chapter 436 Returning to the Base, Judge Lin

"What legend?"

"It is said that the only unidentified substance in this thing is actually the stimulant fuel in Iverson's assassin body."

"Iverson?"

"Even the most powerful assassins under the Inquisitor, maybe the few Inquisitors who came to us would release a few of these terrible creatures."

Harold couldn't imagine how scary the guy named Iverson was, but since even Sleep was afraid of him, then he must be very dangerous.

"Forget it, screw it, people are starving to death, who cares if it's dangerous or not, let's do it brothers!"

After Slep finished speaking, he used the dagger to peel off the iron sheet. The fluorescent green juice immediately gave off a pungent smell. A large amount of additives could not cover up the inferior quality of industrial synthetics. If no one said this stuff was drinkable, they would probably think it was the body fluid of some creature.

Drink Green Taurus, no need to worry about bugs

"Long Legs, go get some mushrooms. Get small, non-bright ones. Harold, get some of those googly-eyed Squiggles. Get some silly-looking ones."

There were plenty of fires in the camp, and the Snotlouts who cooked for the orcs even had iron pots to use. If people hadn't seen it, they would have thought that the orcs were creatures who ate raw meat and drank blood. Now it seemed that they were rough but delicate.

The mushrooms were peeled and diced, and Squig was skinned and boned. Among the bottles and jars, Slap found the mushroom oil, which he fried first and then boiled. He poured in the green bull to add some salt, and after simmering for half an hour, a bowl of orc-style meat and mushroom stew was ready.

The three people, who had been hungry for most of the day, didn't care whether the smell was pungent or not. The injections of various drugs had already made them weak. If there was no bowl of rice, they would have dared to eat raw mushrooms.

So they grunted and slurped their way through the large bowl of hardened mushroom caps, each of them eating a large bowl and rubbing their bellies full of it, feeling so good that they almost moaned in pleasure.

"Fuck... it feels so good. Wow, the feeling of being full is different."

"From now on... I will never waste food again. I will lick even the dregs of Type C military rations clean."

"Well, my cooking skills are really good, but I want to eat more real food. When I go back this time...hiss...I feel a little hot. What's going on?" Slap said uncomfortably, touching his hairy chest.

"Hot... Yeah, it seems to be true! Damn, it's really getting hot, Jay..."

Harold felt like his face was burning. He turned around to look at Jackson. He was naked except for his shoes and shorts.

"It's quite white... There's something wrong with this green gold bull. If I drink a whole can of it, I'll explode and die!"

The three men felt their bodies were completely burning, and they ran towards the lake like the wind. As they ran, they found that their weak bodies seemed to become strong again, and they ran at a speed they had never run before.

"Plop, plop" they jumped into the water one after another. The cool sewage slowly reduced the heat in their bodies. At this moment, a rustling sound seemed to come from the mushroom forest next to them.

A dozen mutated Squiggs immediately spread their wings and flew into the sky. There was a rumbling sound like cavalry attacking. The three of them quickly dived into the water, leaving only their heads exposed to observe the returning orcs.

However, to everyone's surprise, the orcs riding on their war beasts Squig were covered in wounds, and it was obvious that they had just returned from a fight. There were only about one or two hundred of them, and they seemed to be a defeated army.

While the war beast was drinking water, the orcs were looking up at the sky nervously. In less than twenty seconds, a sound like thunder was heard in the sky. Slap immediately pulled the two into the water, and the orcs on the shore immediately scattered.

Just a few seconds later, a sudden explosion overturned the lake water, and the three people under the water were immediately swept away by the current, stumbling and falling.

The successive explosions evaporated a large amount of lake water. After drinking several mouthfuls, Harold finally stood firm and knelt on the shore, dragging the two people who were almost drowned. He watched the Raider bomber fly away with excitement or anger.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough! Wake up, wake up."

One of them slapped him twice, and thanks to the excitement from the Green Taurus drink, they both spat out a few mouthfuls of bitterness and began to breathe heavily. Looking at the scorched earth left by the heavy bombing, they were glad that they had hidden in the water a second ago.

"This...this is a good thing." Jackson panted.

"It should be. At least it means the battle line has reached this area." Slap nodded.

"Then we have a chance to go back, haha, hahahahahaha."

The three people moved quickly in the mushroom forest that had turned to ashes. In the blink of an eye, the exotic scenery that was once full of exotic scenery was now in ruins. Thousands of square kilometers of charred land were filled with black dust.

They rolled on the ground, smearing each other until their entire bodies were covered in black, and tried their best to take advantage of the late twilight to rush in the opposite direction of the fighter plane.

It must be said that the reason why they were able to hold on until the turn of the day and the moon was thanks to Slep's green bull, as well as their strong spirit and desire for life. They carefully crossed many fronts, dodged several orc troops, and avoided several low-altitude bombings.

Finally, after 70 hours, they met a team of scouts. However, because the three of them had been running all day, their spirits were on the verge of collapse.

In addition to the lack of proper food, everyone lost more than ten pounds. In addition, their bodies were covered in black and even had mushrooms growing on them. After seeing their family members, they were so happy that they couldn't control themselves.

The scout was already nervous, and suddenly three weird looking guys jumped out from the mushrooms and kept howling. He pulled the trigger and shot them dead on the spot.

Even though the three of them shouted "Human, human", the scouts were still more frightened. Harold pulled the other two behind him. The buzzing laser directly pierced through his body. Fortunately, the beam that shot towards his head was blocked by the mechanical arm, otherwise he would have died in the northwest.

"Harold! Harold!"

...

Harold's last memory was that he fell to the ground. His exhausted body could not support him to witness the subsequent grand scene. Sleep and Jackson kept slapping his face to prevent him from falling asleep, but his rolled eyes showed that he had reached his limit.

Those scouts really couldn't imagine that they could actually run into a surviving member of the killing squad in such a place. It's just that the other party's outfit looked a little bit miserable, but it was impossible for everyone not to admire him for being able to survive behind enemy lines for so long.

The scout quickly contacted the rear troops via walkie-talkie, and soon a Valkyrie transport plane landed next to everyone. Several people carried Harold onto the plane quickly, and the doctor above immediately started the operation.

"Hold on, little guy. We're finally getting home. It's great!"

"Aren't you going back to the Chaodu to see your children? This time you go back you will have the opportunity to take a vacation in the city!"

"Come on, both of you. What era is this? It's just a broken leg. The laser has scorched his blood vessels. His vital signs are actually quite stable. You two should go to the side and take a rest."

The accompanying doctor pulled the two people apart and quickly injected the nutrient solution in the syringe in his hand. Two metal locking rings firmly secured the broken leg, sealing the wound to prevent infection.

The two men lay on their backs on the deck, gasping for breath and sighing. As they thought about it, the fatigue all over their bodies resurfaced. In the blink of an eye, they fell asleep. When they woke up, the transport plane was about to land at the camp.

"I have already informed the field hospital to prepare for the reception. You can follow them. There will be medical sisters to receive you."

"Oh my god, this is great! Finally, we can get some personnel help." Jackson was overjoyed.

Slep was also very excited. He hadn't seen a girl for hundreds of days. There was not even a female in this place. To be honest, he felt energized at the thought of having gentle medical nuns to take care of him.

The hatch was lowered, and the two men stepped out along with the stretcher, but the one waiting for the wounded was not the beautiful nun they had imagined. When they saw the logo under the other party's windbreaker, they immediately broke out in cold sweats.

"The court is handling the case. Please go through it."

"over..."

"Suffered..."

...

“Ahhhh! I embezzled, I embezzled, I embezzled the logistical supplies shipped to the front lines, I sold them to the Hive City Gang, I was wrong, I ahhhhh!”

"Joining forces with the Blood Axe Clan to kill orcs is beneficial to the war situation at best, and beneficial to the empire at best. I captured tens of thousands of orcs without spending a single soldier. Why do you want me to plead guilty? I am not guilty!"

"I shouldn't have retreated without permission... It's all my fault that the position was lost... But... But, I can't watch the soldiers of my regiment die in vain! You took off my legs... You took off my liver... You took off my head!"

The heart-wrenching screams echoed in the dark and damp dungeon. Every rebound caused ripples on Jackson's body. He got goose bumps all over his body and a chill ran down his spine, freezing his crown.

After hearing the words of the imprisoned criminals, he immediately realized that as a sergeant, he was already a lowly character in the dust. If a colonel was interrogated like this, his death would probably be horrible.

"I said...I said everything."

Jackson was almost scared out of his wits. It turned out that when he was in the Hive City, he was afraid of encountering the marshals from the Ministry of Justice. After all, they were unreasonable and would just do whatever they wanted. And the other side was also afraid of someone, the higher-level judge.

Now he had actually run into the other party first. Walking around in the prison, he was so scared that he told all the bad things he had done.

The judge smiled and shook his head slightly.

"not enough."

"Oh my... I, I, I, really did just that. Nothing else, really."

Those dark dungeons were filled with foul-smelling liquids, turbid blood, and yellow urine. Just looking at them made Jackson feel weak all over. He really didn't know what the other party wanted.

"You know, a Tech-Priest named Rebos."

The Inquisitor's words made him a little stunned. It took him a long time to understand what the other party was talking about. He nodded repeatedly to indicate that there was such a person, and then gave a general account of how Rebos joined them.

"In other words, the one named Harold is more familiar with Rebos?"

"Ahhhh!"

"Fuck... Yeah, but we're joining the Killing Squad. We finally risked our lives to get back here, and I don't know where the previous troops are."

Jackson tried his best to take off all his clothes. After all, he was the Inquisitor. Whoever he asked must have a problem. Although he felt sorry for Harold, if he didn't tell the truth, the consequences would be even more miserable...

"We have investigated. Your troops are still at the front, but will be withdrawn soon. I need your cooperation in 14 hours to help me complete a mission."

"Don't just say one, say ten."

The judge curled his lips again, and then said as he walked:

"I thought that you, who came back alive from the orc garbage city, would be able to show how dazzling an imperial soldier you are. If you perform well, I would like you to join my stormtroopers. Forget it, just continue to be a soldier."

Jackson nodded repeatedly to thank him, but in his heart he had already cursed him, "Why did you join your army? Damn it, enemies with good equipment are more powerful. Fuck you..."

"Sir, where's Slap, the one who came with us?"

"Him? Oh, we found things on him that didn't belong to him, and he was brought to justice on the spot."

"what?"

Jackson stood there in amazement as he introduced.

...

A large number of troops evacuated from the front line back to the base. The Valkyrie transport planes dropped off the soldiers with broken limbs and immediately headed back to the battlefield. The trucks full of bullet holes were also filled with wailing wounded soldiers.

There were a lot of people, probably more than 10,000 people in one day, but those who really knew how many troops had gone up felt an indescribable chill.

"The death rate is 90%. Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire, and we are the currency in the hands of the God-Emperor. Brother, you must stay alive."

Jackson looked at Harold who was still sleeping, and inevitably wanted to take a nap as well, but the fat-faced inquisitor's attendant behind him would not give him a chance to rest.

"Be careful, Inquisitor. Be careful, Inquisitor. Be careful, Inquisitor..." He bent down and tucked the quilt into Harold's ear, whispering in his ear with a forced smile, hoping to help him one last time.

"Okay, we're at the front line. Push him off the plane and head to the second bunker to the west. Once you're done with him, leave immediately. Don't close the door, and don't make any noise."

The Inquisitor's attendant interrupted Jackson's thoughts, and then the fading sound of artillery fire as the hatch opened reached everyone's ears. Several teams of stormtroopers also arrived at the same time. They were armed with live ammunition and guarded the Inquisitor to protect him from possible damage.

"be prepared."

The Inquisitor raised his hand at his wrist and said something, and then the stormtroopers immediately dispersed and drove away the surrounding soldiers, watching Jackson push the bed towards the bunker where Rebos was.