Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

Zhang Ge looked in the direction pointed by the other person's finger and saw several tribesmen who had led people into the Greenskin corpse pile after the Sisters and the First Company launched their assault. The robes on their bodies had long been dyed dark red, and hardened blood clots were hanging and sticking everywhere.

The person being pointed at was one of the leading men, and Zhang Ge was no stranger to him. Not long ago, the two were fighting side by side. He was the leader of the Tribal Honor Guard.

The few tribesmen were carrying several bags and the two sets of Solar-pattern Void Armor. After the leader discovered that he was being pointed at and Zhang Ge was also looking at him, he roughly understood what was happening and took the initiative to say, "Excuse me, is there anything else?"

There was only a trace of sorrow on his face, but after a slight eye contact, Zhang Ge noticed the numbness caused by excessive pain hidden beneath this sadness.

"What is your relationship with the Chieftain and the Hierophant?"

"I am the second son of the Chieftain, and also the Captain of the Guard. Blessed by you, I was able to save my life."

Zhang Ge would certainly not ask where the others were, after all, in this situation, what the lack of appearance meant was already obvious.

He directly said:

"If you are willing to accept it, I can give you two options now. First, follow our team, and you will be settled in the Hive City... that is, inside those metal mountains after arriving at the destination. I can give each tribal survivor enough subsistence allocation to live on every month."

This arrangement was made by Zhang Ge after considering his own influence. Even with the Throne Gelt that he could raise in his hand now, it was completely enough to supply this condition.

"Second, continue to stay in the desert. I will provide you with a batch of Pattern-Mark III Militarum Kit for two thousand people, Chimera Transports & Munitorum Caches, and some Throne Gelt, enough for you to ensure your own survival and even further development in one go."

In all fairness, both conditions could not be considered superior for the sacrifices they had made and the results they had defended.

But Zhang Ge could not make any more guarantees. After all, he himself was only a "Regiment-Master" now. The external transfer of materials and ordnance still had to be applied to the current Synod Militant of Yakorand.

First of all, not to mention whether they would agree if the amount was large. To put it harshly, if the defense deployment of Yakorand was affected because of compensating the Tribesmen, then it would be putting the cart before the horse.

Although there would certainly be Vermin-tier Administratum among the people being transported, it had to be admitted that whether this group of people on Yakorand could successfully arrive at the Hyberian Sector Segmentum Ultima Frontier Zone would affect the lives and survival of hundreds of millions of refugees.

After quietly listening to what Zhang Ge said, the other person did not agree immediately. Instead, he first confirmed:

"My father and the Grand Hierophant were willing to make sacrifices not to obtain compensation. If you are giving us a gift for this purpose... then please take it back."

This sentence was not false. If the sacrifices of the two people were denied from the starting point, then the people who sacrificed for this purpose would probably not be able to obtain peace even in death.

The tribe had not reached the desperate situation where it needed to sacrifice the dead to maintain its survival. At the moment, food, drinking water, and bones and metals used as materials for Walkers were everywhere, and most of the weapons were not damaged.

Although there were many dead and wounded, if we put aside the mourning for them for the time being, and start from reality, it was only a matter of time before the tribe's scale would recover and even expand further with these things.

Zhang Ge certainly understood his concerns. After hearing this, he shook his head and said:

"This is not a reward given because of their choice of responsibility, but a restitution obtained because of the sacrifices you made by complying with the agreement."

Reward and restitution, one goes backwards from the starting point, and the other goes forwards from the result. A difference of one word makes a world of difference.

Hearing this sentence, he nodded and continued:

"Thank you for your understanding... but can you give us further leniency and allow each of us to choose where to go on our own."

"No problem."

This request was not excessive. At most, it was just necessary to discuss the amount of the one-time compensation again later.

After obtaining permission, he turned to the tribe's people, and without taking off his bloodstained robe, he directly put on the battered armor - the set that the Chieftain had worn before with the help of several tribesmen beside him.

He loudly said:

"According to the sacred tradition, in times of tribal crisis, when the Chieftain dies, the responsibility is directly borne by the direct bloodline. My brothers have all sacrificed in the bloody battle just now, so now I will inherit this heavy responsibility and exercise the corresponding power."

"Now, those who are willing to go with the Celestial Being stand on my left, and you will receive a lifetime of guarantee. And those who are willing to stay and continue the tribe stand on my right, and you will continue the history of the tribe with me."

Including more than 300 people who had no ability to act such as infants and did not participate in the battle, there were more than 800 surviving Tribesmen at the moment.

More than 700 of them hesitated and then stood on his left, while only nearly 100 people were willing to go with him on his right.

This was not difficult to understand.

He looked at the eyes of those people standing on the left, thinking this way.

Those compatriots were not only afraid of fighting now, but they were even afraid of the desert itself. The shadow that the Green Tide cast on them was too strong, and it was estimated that it would be difficult for them to get out of it even in their entire life.

Such fear could not be resolved with a few words. This could only be broken away from by themselves. Therefore, although he felt a little sad about it, he did not try to persuade them. He just nodded as a farewell and turned back to Zhang Ge and continued:

"The result is as you can see. Please treat them well."

Zhang Ge looked at him and replied:

"Yeah."

Then, he continued: "It can be seen that you will become a good leader."

Under that strong sense of déjà vu, Zhang Ge finally said this sentence.

He felt like he was at the beginning of some work, with a protagonist who had his whole family killed in front of him, and then his position was an NPC responsible for marveling at the protagonist's Astartes Potential. "Inquisitorial-grade Hyperbole"

After patting the other person on the shoulder, Zhang Ge began to lead his group towards the defensive line that was being built after telling Amilia to leave a few Sisters to maintain order.

So much time had passed, but the enemy had neither launched an attack nor conducted a second round of fire coverage, and even the Auspex Silence Protocol was present. This was very unusual, and he needed to go and confirm it himself.

You must know that the other side was the Orks. When they were making noise, it was possible to predict what they were going to do. When they were not making noise, it was not known what they were planning to put together or what big plan they had.

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