Disbelief Counts as Time Too, Huh?

Lin En led the Lamenters on a rampage here.

Priest! Great! Worship!

Tzeentch, come out here! I wish you a long life~

Nothing could stand in their way—not gods, not Buddhas.

They steamrolled everything in their path.

It was incredibly exhilarating.

What else could they do? With seventy Titans and more than three hundred Emperor's Champions wielding the budget version of The Emperor's Sword, if they still couldn't steamroll everything, would Tzeentch have to ascend to heaven?

Watching the steel torrent roll over the main road, Lin En suddenly remembered something.

"Everyone, pay attention! When advancing, be careful not to blow up the factories and production lines. Those are Imperium property and need to be recovered!"

"Understood, Commander!"

"Got it!"

Don't blow up the production facilities. Got it!

Lin En thought for a moment. "Other than the factories and production lines, you can blow up everything else."

"Awesome!" A burst of cheers erupted through the communications channel.

Who knew what they were cheering about? The two Adeptus Custodes on the Titan's shoulder rolled their eyes.

The Lamenters' style seemed to be getting stranger and stranger.

Why were you even called the Lamenters? You might as well change your name to the Cheerers.

The Lamenters' battle cry had already changed to: "Blow them up, blow them up, blow them up! Send these traitors and demons flying!!!"

"Yeah!!!"

Lin En shouted at the advancing steel torrent before him, "Everyone, be careful not to get carried away. Don't suffer any fatal injuries!"

A wave of laughter and cheers came from ahead. "Yes, Commander!"

It was really hard not to laugh when fighting such an overwhelming battle.

The laughter was carried along by the roar of the Titan engines, rolling all the way into the distance.

Battles like this were incredibly satisfying. The steel