I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 192 The whole story of collecting intelligence

The negative energy that had been accumulated over tens of thousands or even millions of years in the Warhammer world directly knocked Zhang Hong unconscious.

While the subspace energy was being devoured by the reincarnation space, countless subspace creatures also poured into the reincarnation space, causing trouble to the reincarnation space.

A battlefield between the demons of the subspace and the heroes of the reincarnation space, as soon as Zhang Hong crossed over, the battle started on the spot.

Both sides are some kind of conceptual existence, and theoretically their energy is immortal and indestructible.

Of course, the demons are rootless water, but the heroic spirits can be reborn with the help of Zhang Hong's power - what is consumed is Zhang Hong's mental energy.

It looked like the heroic spirits transformed into various weapons, armor, fighter planes, and artillery, fighting against the demons of the subspace.

In essence, Zhang Hong is consuming his own mental power to "digest" the dark energy of the subspace and [purify] the subspace.

Zhang Hong was swallowed by a huge amount of "Oli Gei" that was as wide as a galaxy with a diameter of two light years. He felt dizzy and his mental strength was at its lowest, just like an ordinary person who was drained of energy after three days and three nights of sex.

His mind has been tempered by the wishes of all living beings in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story for decades.

In the world of Wandering Earth, billions of human souls have reinforced the reincarnation space for nearly a hundred years.

It almost broke.

This was taken advantage of by the Four Evil Lords - Nurgle, Khorne, Tzeentch and Slaanesh, the four most famous evil gods in the Warhammer world.

The moment Zhang Hong came through, he sensed the arrival of this [outsider].

Not to mention that after Zhang Hong devoured or purified the negative energy of an entire subspace, a black hole-like projection was directly formed in the subspace - all subspace creatures that approached this black hole were ruthlessly devoured and could no longer escape.

In the eyes of the evil gods, his appearance was just as obvious as the one on Terra sitting on the golden toilet, a feast for the eyes and attracting attention.

Therefore, the four evil gods immediately formed a group to warmly "welcome" Zhang Hong on the spot.

【Come on, handsome boy, come and have fun, let's blaspheme together! 】

This charming elder sister who is difficult to tell whether she is androgynous, can attack or defend, can be salty or sweet is the Lord of Pleasure, Slaanesh.

[If you are a brother, come and chop me up. Only sissies like sissies. A real man should fuck a man! ]

This hot-blooded and irritable old man is the Lord of War, Khorne.

【Child, come to me, join our carefree big family, you will forget all your worries! 】

This kind and approachable voice, like that of an old father, is that of Nurgle, the Lord of Plague.

[They are all liars. I am different. I am a businessman. I have a lot of knowledge and secrets to exchange with you.]

This brother who sounds very smart is Tzeentch, the Lord of Magic.

The four big guys in the subspace were very enthusiastic and friendly. They kept showing Zhang Hong all kinds of beautiful pictures, including but not limited to those banned from 18+.

Zhang Hong didn't want to watch or listen, but these four bastards were as annoying as mosquitoes in summer, and it was impossible to ignore their existence.

Just like advertisements in the modern world, whether you want to see them or not, they rape your eyes, ears and even your brain in various ways.

Pervasive and impossible to guard against.

Although the mental attacks of the four evil gods could not cause any real harm to Zhang Hong, they did trap him in a thousand-layer dream world, unable to escape.

Fortunately, a big gold guy joined the game at this time.

The light of this golden giant was so dazzling that the four evil gods could not look directly at his light.

The golden light forcibly split a passage in the dreamland, shining on Zhang Hong and freeing him from it.

[Child... you bring hope... come to Terra to find me...]

This is a perennial otaku who is addicted to role-playing and wants to be a father to everyone he meets.

A bachelor who has been single for 40,000 years.

His Majesty the Great Emperor.

The Emperor showed his face, and then the subspace explosion occurred. Zhang Hong also took the opportunity to wake up from his abnormal sleep.

At this time, his reincarnation space had already digested most of the negative energy of the subspace, and his mind was stable. It was impossible for the four evil gods to invade his spiritual world again.

——Before that, he just arrived and was not used to the local climate, which gave the four evil gods an opportunity to take advantage of him.

Zhang Hong, who was a little depressed due to the harassment of the four evil gods, found a deserted place to relax and take a rest as soon as he woke up.

Crossing over to the Warhammer 40K world was beyond his expectations. Because the previous mission worlds were all movie worlds, he never expected that an "alternative" would suddenly appear.

To be honest, he was not familiar with Warhammer. He only knew a little about it from hearsay. He had read one or two fan fictions and understood some basic settings.

For example, the Emperor, the Primarch, the Space Marines, the Warp, the Daemons, the Four Hawkers… If you want to know more details, such as the history of the Empire or any specific situation, he is actually completely clueless.

After calming down the mental trauma caused by the four vendors, Zhang Hong cheered up and got into work mode.

It is customary to start telepathy and collect information first.

……

On the Persephone hive world, the impact of the fall of the Fire Phoenix has not yet completely disappeared.

In an abandoned area somewhere in the bottom layer of the Bottom Nest, screams and sobs were suppressed in the darkness.

Thousands of children of different ages hid here, covered in dust and looking sad.

Many people were covered in blood, with their wounds simply bandaged with tattered cloth.

"What are the casualties?"

"Only more than 6,000 people escaped..."

A huge sadness welled up in Mario Hughes' chest, and he kept his face tight so as not to let his followers see the change in his expression.

He tried to speak calmly and solemnly: "Take care of the wounded, distribute weapons to those who can still fight, and be ready to fight at any time!"

In the shock caused by the impact of the Phoenix wreckage, a large area of ​​the bottom floor of the Weak Mutual Aid Association collapsed, and many people were buried under the collapsed debris on the spot.

Of the more than 30,000 people in the mutual aid association, only 6,000 survived...

How could Mario, who regarded them as his own children, not feel sad?

But he could not show his weakness. Without his hiding place, the enemies of the mutual aid society would soon get wind of it.

Mario must lead the orphans to keep fighting and survive in the cruel Bottom Nest.

He must be strong!

"Osed, go to Gray Nest and contact Gorg, and tell him that now is the time for him to fulfill his promise."

Mario sends his capable men to contact the allies of the mutual aid society, and when the crisis is at hand, he has no choice but to fight with all his might.

……

In the core area of ​​Bochao, there is an entertainment club controlled by the powerful local gang Viper Gang.

"Didn't you eat? Give me some strength!"

"Climb! Climb!"

"waste!"

The snakehead who was in charge of training the "goods" unhappily threw down the defective products and turned to the next person to be trained, swearing.

He casually pointed at a thin figure in the iron cage and said, "You, come out!"

The child's face was covered with tears. He shook his head desperately and begged in fear, "Sir, please forgive me..."

In one corner of the spacious basement was a large iron cage with a dozen good-looking children imprisoned. On the other side was a garbage cart with several skinny bodies with twisted limbs and faces that were beyond recognition.

In the middle is a "processing table" with all kinds of strange equipment. The "goods" are processed and trained by the human traffickers here until they become qualified goods that can be sold.

On both sides of the processing table is the boundary between life and death.

Every day, young "commodities" cannot withstand the cruel "training" and are tortured to death by angry human traffickers.

The thick traces of flesh and blood left on the processing table sounded like the silent screams of countless resentful souls.

"Damn it! You don't want to drink the wine, right? I'm going to kill you!"

The snakehead became furious and reached out to grab the man, cursing.

"no, do not want!"

"what!"

During the struggle, the snake's hideous Mohawk head suddenly exploded, and red and white things flew everywhere like a rotten tomato.