"It's a pleasure that we're meeting again, Mr. Ambassador. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info "Lizzie Warwitch was more than a lap smaller than the tall engineer in gray power armor, but Ambassador Steven, who was still nearly two meters tall, greeted him.

"It's a pleasure...... You...... Peaceful...... Nothing! Yasian still stammered, "I...... Know...... You...... No...... Something's up! ”

"Ah, excuse me," said Steven, "it's more than I expected to be a barrier to communication. It's been a hard work, guys. ”

"No thanks, we didn't expect you to find this place in advance."

"That might have been an accident." Steven said with some reluctance.

"We'll call it fate." Lizzy said.

"We don't believe in fate, you should know that, Miss Lizzie." I replied, "We believe that the future is created by ourselves." ”

"I don't think your views on fate are quite the same as ours, Mr. Ambassador. At least as far as it seems to me, what fate symbolizes is not a static image, a familiar concept of activity, and even if you deny it, objectively speaking, it still exists. ”

"That's why you have prophets and prophecies." Steven said, "Okay, let's not discuss the philosophical issues that follow, let's go to the camp and see where the best place to open the gates." Hopefully Taryn and the Enslavers won't be so fast. ”

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"They're in, my lord." A flaming skull floated slowly, "Should we follow?" ”

"Of course, D4, let Makan hurry up, I don't want me to see my prey run away without even a shadow when I'm done with things. Chaos doesn't need waste, you know what I mean. ”

"Yes, my lord, your will."

The flame in the eye of the servant's skull began to flicker, and communication was cut off.

"Hurry up, slave, let's go in!" The scorching flames whipped at the dreadnought's body, and the otherwise silent steel beast let out a snort of pain, and then slowly shifted its steps.

D4 knows what it looks to be the director of Leicester Forging.

A good slave, nothing more than that.

Then, once the slave is not used, the only end will be death...... No, maybe even more terrifying.

D4 felt a chill at the thought of the souls in the Soul Forge who were wailing and tumbling and finally becoming the new war machines.

D4 is not a simple service skull, it is one of the experimental products of Lord Lester.

Twenty Chaos Psionics, this is definitely a lot of wealth, but Lord Lester ruthlessly drained their souls, crumpled them, and beat them.

It then melts into D4's body.

D4 has no prototype, he himself is a patchwork of experiments, and he has no chance of survival other than obedience. As for memory...... His memories were not erased out of malice, but the chaotic memories of twenty people only made him tremble with fear, for he would never know what was true and what was false.

However, at least he was free to move and think, and most of the lower ranks couldn't even do that.

For example, the Chaos Fearless in front of him, the Chaos Wizard Makan stuffed inside, was originally an iron warrior wizard who was enough to make the vast star field tremble, but now, what was contained in the steel coffin that annihilated all the other remnants of will and strength was nothing more than a ravaged body.

The witchcraft confinement device and the steel coffin inside the dreadnought kept Makan perfectly confined to the dreadnought, and his original mind was frantically tortured with only instinct, but even so, Lester did not want to let him go.

The Director of Forge plunged the more malevolent device, the sword that added the wizard hunter, into Makan's chest, the vicious sword draining the subspace energy from the wizard's body all the time, and at the same time, the nerve suppressor stripped away the remaining beast instincts.

In the end, all that's left is a Chaos War Machine that is completely under command.

This is the immortality that Lester gave to Markan...... Filthy and pathetic immortality, the subspace power generated by wizards all the time is stored in the dreadnought's energy bank, ready to be used as a weapon to unleash deadly energy pulses.

"Let me see." D4's eyes were filled with a dense psionic signal, "They're together now...... Wait a minute! ”

In D4's eyes, the originally dense signal suddenly split into two waves, one wave stayed in place more, and the other wave began to move.

"Damn it, slaves, stay here and keep an eye on them!" D4 ordered, and slowly floated up.

He didn't want Lord Lester's plans to be disrupted, and if something went wrong, it wouldn't be a mindless slave, but it would be it.

-- Additional: Federal Tactics Manual, Field Diet Guide -

Pay attention to food safety, Commonwealth soldiers.

This is especially important when fighting, as the safety of your food is not just about your personal strength, and if an unknown virus spreads in the camp due to your carelessness, you may receive a flyer from a court-martial when you recover.

In a battlefield environment, when you still have a sealed and preserved Soldier Instant Food, be sure not to eat other foods, as unknown toxins, viruses, and parasites can hide in these foods. Although you have a limited variety of food for individual soldiers, and the taste can only be optimized as much as possible, please keep in mind that safety is more important than taste, and the best and most direct way is not to find food on the battlefield, but to complete the combat mission, so that you can return to the base as soon as possible to eat buffet.

Of course, if you have eaten all of the at least forty days' worth of Instant Dry Food, then the war has reached a very dangerous situation and you are unable to get supplies, then in this case, you can follow the steps below to confirm and eat non-standard rations.

First, test the safety of the food source.

Next, the raw material is filtered using a toxin passer.

Then, a small molecular oven is used to process the food.

Finally, the finished product is filtered again using a filtration device.

Finally, consume the food.

Be careful, though, if you can, don't choose anything that is almost inedible at first glance, such as Tyran's meat, we can only guarantee that you won't die after eating it, and we don't guarantee that the final processed product will be absorbed by you.

And, finally, and finally, as we have always emphasized, the best solution is not how to adapt to difficulties, but how to overcome them, when you are in an extremely dangerous and isolated situation, you should first ensure your own safety, and then find a way to join the troops, or call for help from the higher echelons in a way that will not be detected, rather than trying to find something to eat behind enemy lines. You know, if you really can't do it, the molecular furnace can handle almost all organic matter - including your excrement.

I hope you have a pleasant meal.