Chapter 211 Ron: Oh No, I’m Being Targeted by a Troublemaker!

Warp.

Tzeentch's consciousness spread at a very fast speed.

He wanted to find the followers of the cursed along the remaining causal lines.

Among those causal lines, a considerable part was connected to the material world.

Following the trail to find the end of that part of the causal line, the specific location of the followers of the cursed could be locked.

Tzeentch was looking forward to it.

After all, he couldn't wait to weave a chaotic and tragic fate for the little guy called the Savior.

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Throne Square.

Ron rested on the wreckage of a heavy tank with a big sword.

Huh, a little weak.

There was no way, he just finished fighting Harris and then killed the demons. The continuous high-intensity combat consumed too much of his physical strength.

He couldn't remember how many demons he had killed.

That is, he chopped from one end of the throne square to the other, and chopped several times back and forth.

It was fun to mow the grass, but the physical consumption was a bit large.

Now, the battle to encircle and suppress the demons has ended.

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

We will let the Inquisition to hunt them down later.

The logistics department of the Military Affairs Department is counting the battlefield, and they will collect some recyclable resources.

The injured soldiers have been concentrated in the safe zone.

Medical sisters shuttled among them, and these graduates of the Medical Order were gently providing treatment services to the soldiers.

At the same time, tens of thousands of cleaning teams were entering the field.

Their special job is to deal with the aftermath of the invasion and pollution incidents, and provide a one-stop service for high-temperature floor washing and dust removal.

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

The general pattern is:

A pair of crossed cleaning gloves holding a contaminated skull.

At this moment, the head of the cleaning team was giving a speech:

"What is our slogan?"

The tough guys raised their heads and chests: "Remove pollution, leaving no trace!"

The head nodded:

"Get to work!"

Soon, these tough guys dispersed and started their own work, gradually cleaning the battlefield.

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

To cope with diverse polluted environments.

The cleaners drove several mechanical cleaning vehicles blessed by the church, and cleaned the throne square under red and blue warning lights and melodious hymns.

Some of them were responsible for high-temperature incineration, and some were responsible for spraying mild disinfectants with slight restorative effects on the soldiers and combat equipment.

Others were packing and collecting pollutants, or performing blessing and salvation ceremonies.

Focus on one profession.

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

Sizzle——

The flames rose.

The light of the furnace fire shone on the focused face of the barrel.

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

Every stir-fry revealed his love for cooking and his pursuit of perfection.

Datong skillfully used the iron pan to stir-fry, constantly adding various potions and seasonings.

In the iron pan, the ingredients flipped and jumped, quickly changing color under high temperature, exuding an attractive aroma.

This was his glorious moment.

He used all his life's skills to prepare a unique delicacy for the savior!

"It tastes good..."

Ron couldn't help but take a deep breath.

This cooking skill is really beyond reproach.

Speaking of this Chinese cooking method, it was he who taught Datong.

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

Later, it all depended on Datong's free play, and he was better than his master.

Suddenly, Ron seemed to see something and hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, the cleaning team is almost here"

"Oh, right...right now!"

He was secretly cooking for himself. If this affected the work of the cleaning team.

That would not be good.

The urging of the Lord Savior made Datong a little nervous.

He twisted the valve suddenly, and the flames shot out several meters high, and then he increased the speed of stir-frying.

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

Datong carefully brought the food to Ron:

"Lord Savior, please taste my 'Stir-fried Blood Hound Whip and Copper Bull Tendon'"

"Not bad, very delicious!"

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

I don't know if it's because of the ingredients, the dishes made by Datong are better than those made by the chef of the Spire Mansion.

The ingredients have been carefully processed and quickly stir-fried, retaining the deliciousness and chewy taste of the meat, with a unique flavor.

"As long as you think it tastes good!"

Big Tong was so excited to receive the praise from the savior that he had no place to put his hands.

Ron was eating the devil's food to replenish his energy.

Suddenly, an indescribable palpitation came over him, and the food in his mouth became tasteless.

Damn it, are you going to let me live?

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

"Such a familiar breath..."

Ron tried hard to swallow the food and exhaled to calm his emotions.

He suddenly had an idea and thought of a possibility, and his scalp was numb.

That was the breath of Tzeentch!

Ten years ago, he had been in Yusuf's laboratory and had glimpsed a corner of Tzeentch's illusion from an endless distance.

He was not scared at the time, and he remembered this breath deeply.

As for why he could discover Tzeentch's spying 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 that it's in the development stage now.

What's more terrifying is that the one who is staring at him this time is not an illusion clone, but the real body of the All-Change Demon Lord Tzeentch!

In the Purgatory Galaxy, almost all lives targeted by Tzeentch have no good ending.

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

Even the most loyal servants under his command are treated the same way.

He may just give the servants unlimited knowledge and hope, and then suddenly have a whim in the next second to deprive them of their hope.

Make them lose everything in the most tragic fate.

Because in his eyes, all lives are chess pieces, and they can be abandoned at any time.

There is no credibility at all.

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

He does things without any purpose.

The rest of the evil gods, no matter how evil they do, at most they justify the means for the purpose.

Tzeentch ignores the purpose for the means.

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

Even if it is a plan that he has carefully designed for many years, he will abandon it.

He doesn't care whether the plan will succeed, but enjoys the show effect produced during the plan and the chaos created in it.

After all, destroying one's own plan is also part of the chaos.

Ron would rather fight against other evil gods than have any intersection with this troublemaker.

Even if he surrenders to the Chaos Evil God, surrendering to Tzeentch is the least cost-effective.

Surrender to Khorne:

I appreciate you, and give you a full blood resurrection and a full set of luxurious brass equipment.

Mutation gives you magic horns, fangs, blood wings, a strong steel body and coquettish calf hooves, which are handsome and cool.

As long as you dare to fight and fight, the boss basically gives you whatever you want, and the career upgrade route is clear, just do it.

Surrender to Slaanesh:

Hello handsome boy, give you two bulls and more bulls, an immortal body.

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

Most of the believers are handsome men and beautiful women. The mutation has little effect on their appearance, and there may be special bonuses.

It's great to have a party together.

If you have enough ability, even Slaanesh will come down to have fun with you.

Join Nurgle:

Come on, drink the super plague chicken soup!

After the mutation, the appearance is a little ugly, with rotten intestines, rotten brains, sores, pus and so on.

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

He tolerates believers, just like a kind father leading his beloved son.

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

Join Tzeentch:

Orphan.

Ron frowned, anxious in his heart.

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

If he is found by Tzeentch, he will never have peace.

You don't know what you are doing now, whether it is right or wrong, whether it is a trap, whether you are being manipulated.

Thus you will embark on a path of 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 breath from the Chaos Evil God was getting closer and closer.

He made a prompt decision and entered the subspace with his consciousness:

"Old man, help me!"