"All soldiers, fire freely, heavy fire teams, spread the net of fire, for the glory of the Emperor and Londinium! The Emperor's sacred realm must not be desecrated by Chaos! The commander of the 236th Regiment of the Lendinium Ash Regiment, dressed in pitch-black carapace armor, stood directly above the gate and shouted, his face hidden under a heavy gas mask, which gave him some more deterrence...... Although this has little effect on his current enemy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Boundless corpses were moving, slowly but surely climbing the huge steel gate between the lower nest and the upper nest, from time to time zombies fell, but soon more zombies would cover their previous positions, the irrational corpses obeyed the killing instinct and craved for flesh, and now, only the 236th Regiment could still stand in front of them.

The regimental commander tightened the laser pistol in his hand, raised his hand and fired a laser beam, blasting the head of a zombie open, and then turned to his rear and shouted: "Communicator! Correspondent! ”

"Here, sir!" A soldier with a large transceiver on his back ran up, his face also covered with the gas mask unique to the Ash Legion, and his red gaze peeked out from behind the mask.

"Tell the third company that their current position needs to be reinforced, and tell the third team of the gray spirit, let them go and support the third company, don't worry about the ammunition, suppress them, our reinforcements are coming."

"Yes, sir, but sir, command ......"

"Yes, I know we're out of touch, carry out the order, soldier."

"Yes......" The correspondent walked away quickly, and the regiment commander looked at his departing figure, did not linger long, turned to the battlefield on the other side, and raised the telescope in his hand.

The battlefield is extremely stale, and although the zombies can't climb the gates, their horror numbers are increasing day by day, and it may not be long before they have to face the corpses of all the inhabitants of the entire lower nest.

The explosion of the Tower of Babel and the destruction of orbital facilities, coupled with the sudden outbreak of a deadly plague, were too much for the Commander to imagine, and it was only when he fought against Tyren in another farming world ten years ago that he experienced the suffocating sense of fear.

And this time, the regiment commander did not think that he would be so lucky.

Thinking of this, the regiment commander touched the small thing in a small pocket inside the lining of his military uniform.

It was one of the small mementos he left behind after the battle in that world at that time.

Strictly speaking, this act is very dangerous, because the source of the small memento is a dark remnant officer.

The regimental commander put down the binoculars and took out the small souvenir, it was a smooth commemorative coin, the surface was smooth without a little wear, ten years had not even made it have a single scratch, the war had not been able to cover it with a little ash, the word "commemoration" written in low Gothic was engraved in the commemorative coin in a way that the regiment commander did not understand, and you could clearly see the word no matter which angle you looked at.

The Dark Remnants (Dark_Ager) may have some other thoughts about them from the higher-ups, but in any way, the Leader himself doesn't want to dismiss them as ordinary heretics.

Not just because they saved the life of the regimental commander and disappeared after helping save an entire imperial system from destruction, but also because of their weapons and technology.

The Emperor is above, and compared to their technology, the Octopus monsters of the Mechanics are like ridiculous toys, and the most ridiculous thing is that the dark remnants, one by one, they don't seem to realize it.

If the head of the regiment himself said it, it would be better not to mess with these guys, because he had already seen that the remnants were not interested in the emperor's territory and his subjects, and they didn't care about anything except Tyranny.

So, it's better for them to destroy Tyranny, why bother with it? If you can, you can purify the enemies of other empires by the way, so much the better.

Of course, the regimental commander knew that this matter was completely out of his control, and now, he still had to try to survive and lead his regiment to win this battle.

The regimental commander whispered the prayer of the Emperor to the Emperor, and although he did not know the bottom of his heart, he knew that he would have to fight until the last moment in order to fulfill his duty.

"That carrion can't protect you, mortal." A gloomy serpent-like whisper sounded in the commander's ears, and before he could react, a sharp blade with purple light stabbed through his chest.

"Poof!" The regimental commander spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the sharp pain in his chest made him almost unable to think, and he could only feel himself being slowly lifted up to a high place.

He struggled to look behind him, and then he saw a giant in blue-black evil armor.

Midnight Lord, the name gradually blurred into the leader's mind, and then, he thought of something else, and the clues began to connect.

"Traitor......" said the regimental commander with great difficulty, "how can you ......"

"I'm sorry, Pseudo-Emperor, I don't have anything to say to you." The Midnight Lord said this, and then lifted the regimental commander to the highest point of his command post, which was also the highest point of the entire gate and the location of the control room.

Now, it was empty, except for torn and shredded corpses and bloodstains.

The regimental commander's heart grew colder and colder, but he had long since lost the strength to speak.

"What do you think of this script, fragile mortal, the captain of the Imperial Guard, frightened by reality, and committed suicide by jumping off a building after opening the gate? This will turn your men into birds' heads. The Midnight Lord's Chaos Space Marines taunted, fiddling twice on the console, then holding the regimental leader aloft and standing outside the control room window.

"Then, go die, Puppet." The Midnight Lord said this, and then flung the leader towards the boundless tide of corpses on the other side of the gate.

"The Emperor's ......" the regimental commander shouted with the last of his strength, and the last trace of anger ignited in his eyes when he was blocked behind the gas mask, which was not very strong, but it was enough for him to do something.

The regimental commander laboriously threw a grenade out of his pocket...... It just landed in the control room.

The violent explosion immediately engulfed the control room of the gate, although I don't know how long it can be delayed, but the gate will remain locked by default when it cannot be directly controlled.

That's what he was able to do in the end.

With the explosion, the regimental commander fell the gate, and he knew that his mission had come to an end.

"For the Emperor's ......," he whispered, then, closing his eyes, he pulled the second grenade from his body.