Chapter 764 Idol Effect

"You are bathed in the gaze, Yarick."

The Inquisitor's cold poker face showed an extremely obvious envy, and his eyes were filled with envy and jealousy.

He saluted and turned away.

The action was clean and neat, and the Inquisitor did not give Yarick any chance to react.

Khoraro Khan and Captain Korven came over, "He didn't threaten you, did he?" It was Khan Khoraro who spoke.

"No, sir." Yarick saluted them, but they didn't look like that kind of people, and nodded to Yarick very kindly.

They spoke for Yarick because of Lin Fan. When they worked together in the Tau Empire, Lin Fan often told them some heroic stories.

Among them, Yarick's name impressed them deeply. He could do feats that even Space Marines could not achieve with a mortal body, which was worthy of their respect.

And considering that Lin Fan's meaning was the Emperor's, Yarick's actions must have the Emperor's silent support behind them.

"For the Emperor." Khan Korsaro and Captain Kerwin saluted and left.

Yarick also returned the salute with a Skyhawk salute.

Now his mind was full of what the Inquisitor had said to him.

He had indeed lived too long. Really too long, and too powerful.

For example, in Armageddon, when Yarick went to this world to recruit soldiers, he found out that Governor Domitilon had been dead for a long time.

After asking and checking the records, Yarick found out that this gangster emperor who came from the bottom of the hive died in a meeting.

There was no conspiracy in his death, it was just that Domitilon was too old. He picked up a document, yawned as if he was sleepy, closed his eyes and died in the chair.

At that time, Yarick suddenly felt a little lonely and sad. The people he knew either died in the war or died of old age, leaving only an old guy like him alive.

In the dead of night, recalling the distant past, Yarrick suddenly found that he could no longer remember the appearance of the teacher in the Loyalty Academy. The most clear memory was the savage face of the orc.

For other imperial soldiers, Yarrick was bathing in the Emperor's gaze. His long life and strong body were the best reward for his loyalty.

Yarrick would definitely stand beside the Golden Throne and even see the Emperor in person.

This idea was not only prevalent in the Armageddon Iron Legion, but also in other Star Legions that came to support.

An unknown tough guy in the Catachan Corps was using his biceps to crush an orc's head when he was interviewed: Commissar Yarrick? That was indeed a tough guy. I saw him from a distance. Who wouldn't be confused by that huge power claw?

A colonel of the Cadian Blitzkrieg gave his evaluation: Commissar Yarrick. If he was a Cadian, our homeland would definitely build a supreme fortress facing the Eye of Terror in his name.

A medical sister of the Ebony Sisters: Commissar Yarrick! Oh! I remember him! I once gave him a physical examination, oh Emperor, it was the most glorious physical examination I have ever done in my life! Every rib and every inch of his skin is blessed by the power of the Emperor! Great! If I touch it for a while, I can even collect some of his saliva and.

Later, this sister was punished as a penitent sister for misbehavior, but she did not regret it, but attracted the envy of other sisters.

When interviewing the Krieg Corps, these taciturn loyal soldiers were most concerned about Yarrick's age. They asked again and again how many sins Commissar Yarrick could atone for in his more than 500 years of service.

"If I can fight for 500 years, can I let my mother return to the throne with an innocent soul?"

Faced with the questions of the Krieg soldiers, the officials of the Military Affairs Department stopped the interview with the Krieg soldiers in time.

Soldier of the Firstborn of Volskani: I heard that Commissar Yarrick had lost his parents when he was seven years old. Their sacrifice must have inspired Commissar Yarrick's life! If I could have a child, I would definitely die for the Emperor when he was seven years old and pass on this great spirit.

But no matter what, the morale boost brought by Commissar Yarrick was outstanding. As long as he appeared on the battlefield, the orcs would be terrified, and the most cowardly conscripts would be inspired by Yarrick's huge power claws and bravely move forward to dig out the hearts of orcs with bayonets.

However, Commissar Yarrick, who carried so much glory, was not happy. He felt that the Military Affairs Department had compiled a huge lie that he could not expose.

"Is he being watched by the Emperor?"

Looking at his power claws, Yarrick felt a little complicated.

He didn't know if he was really being watched by the Emperor, but he was sure that he was being watched by the greenskins.

He also participated in several clearing battles against Chaos cults. Facing those crazy cultists, Yarrick felt that his performance was just average.

But when he stood in front of the orcs, the feeling of being watched was extremely obvious.

He didn't feel tired when fighting, and he had no time to count the ammunition when shooting. Even if the power of the laser eye was exhausted, Yarrick could still activate the deadly heat line to burn the orcs.

Yarrick didn't tell anyone these secrets, and he knew there was no need to tell others.

As long as he could serve the Emperor, all of this was worth it.

He closed the power claws quickly and easily, and ordered his guards to keep up with his pace with full energy.

A person who can become Yarrick's guard is definitely not a weakling. His strong body often makes people feel sad about why he didn't become a space warrior.

Due to the coincidence of fate, his guard name is Ryder, and the soldiers also call him Tank Ryder in private.

Tank Ryder, what a familiar name, it immediately brought Yarrick's thoughts back to the distant Hades nest defense war.

"Tank Ryder." Yarrick shouted suddenly.

"Your order! Political Commissar!" Ryder saluted in a standard military manner, and the sentence structure and accent of his answer were also extremely standard.

This Ryder was born in Zhongsi College, not in a dark and dangerous lower level of the nest.

Yarrick looked at Ryder, and then took a deep breath. He didn't want to cause Ryder's uneasiness because of his unreasonable behavior.

He is great, he did nothing wrong, it's just that he, this useless old thing, always weakly misses the past.

"Ryder." Yarrick shouted again, this time the shouting was more formal than the last time.

"Your orders! Commissar!" Reid continued to salute in a standard way.

"Prepare a transport plane, we'll go talk to Iron-Steel."

"Okay, I'll prepare it right away. Are there any designated reserve troops?"

"No, Reid. It's just you and me, let's give Iron-Steel a show of strength that he'll never forget."

"Yes, sir! Commissar!"