Chapter 211 Ron: That’s bad, I’m being targeted by a bully!
Subspace.
Tzeentch's consciousness spread at an extremely fast speed.
He wants to find the dependents of the cursed person along the remaining causal lines.
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 is looking forward to it.
After all, He can’t wait to weave a chaotic and tragic fate for the little guy named the Savior.
……
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.
That is to say, he chopped 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 to encircle and suppress the demons is over.
Although a very small number of demons escaped from the battlefield, it was not a big problem.
Just let the Tribunal organize the pursuit and kill them later.
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 Physician Order were gently providing treatment services to the soldiers.
At the same time, a cleaning team of tens of thousands of people is entering.
Their specialized job is to deal with the aftermath of pollution incidents, providing one-stop services for high-temperature washing and dust removal
They are basically muscular men wearing tight-fitting orange protective clothing. , wearing a gas mask and the badge of the cleaning team on his chest.
The approximate pattern is:
A pair of crossed cleaning gloves holds a contaminated skull.
At this moment, the leader of the cleaning team is lecturing:
“What is our slogan?”
The tough guys raised their heads and held their chests high: “Clean pollution without leaving traces! ”
The person in charge nodded:
"Work!"
Soon, these fierce men dispersed and started 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, and some are responsible for spraying mild disinfectants with a slight restorative effect on the soldiers and combat equipment.
Some are packing to collect pollutants, or performing blessing and salvation rituals.
Focus on one major.
Remove the impact of those pollutants on the environment as much as possible.
Zila——
The flames rise.
The light of the fire shines on Da Tong's focused face.
He has firm eyes, a pink apron tied around his waist, and his movements are smooth and powerful.
Every stir-fry reveals his love for cooking and pursuit of perfection.
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 high temperature, and emit an attractive aroma.
This is his moment of glory.
He spent his whole life preparing to make a unique delicacy for the Savior!
“It tastes good...”
Ron couldn't help but take a deep breath.
This cooking skill really has nothing to say.
By the way, this Chinese cooking method was taught to Datong by him.
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 barrel, and the skill is better than the skill.
Suddenly, Ron seemed to see something and hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, the cleaning team is almost here"
"Oh, Ma...right now!"
He is It is considered a secret to open 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 stir-frying.
Soon, he turned off the fire and put the food into the iron container.
The big bucket carefully brought the food to Ron:
"Sir Savior, please taste my 'fried flesh hound whip and copper ox tendons'"
" Not bad, very delicious!" Ron couldn't help but praise after tasting 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!”
The big bucket was praised by the savior. He was so excited 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 eyeing him.
“Such a familiar smell...”
Ron struggled to swallow the food and exhaled to calm down.
He had a flash of inspiration and thought of a certain possibility, and his scalp suddenly became numb.
That is the breath of Tzeentch!
More than ten years ago, he had glimpsed a corner of the treacherous fantasy in Yusef's laboratory from an endless distance.
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 strong 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 person 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 have just given your servant unlimited knowledge and hope, and then in the next second, you may have a 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 unscrupulous for the purpose.
Tzeentch is all about means regardless of the end.
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 can succeed, but enjoys the program effects produced during the planning process and the chaos created in it.
After all, destroying your own plans is also part of the chaos.
Ron would rather fight 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 full health resurrection and a full set of luxurious brass equipment.
The mutation gives you devil horns, fangs, blood wings, a strong steel devil body and coquettish calf hooves, which is handsome and charming.
As long as you dare to fight hard, the boss will basically give you whatever you want. The career upgrade path is clear, and you will be done with it.
Take refuge in Slaanesh:
Hello, handsome boy, I will give you two nuggets and more nuggets, 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, the appearance is a bit uglier, with rotten intestines, brain bleeding, sores, and pus.
But you have the love of Nurgle's loving father. 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.
Believers are like a happy family, singing and dancing happily all day long.
Go to 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, whether it is being manipulated.
Thus embarking on a tragic fate.
And 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 his consciousness entered the subspace:
"Old man, help me!"
(End of this chapter)