Just after midnight, Elon City and its surroundings were drenched in a rainy night.

Many people in the city are like this rainy day outside the window, and their mood is very unbeautiful, because their feeling of the future is also like this rainy night, dark and dreary, and they don't know whether it is good or bad when they hear some noises.

This sound, naturally, was a sound made by the new ruler of the First Order.

Elon City was not mistreated, and the new deal that had befallen the people of other cities had fallen on them.

But, Elon City is different from other cities.

It was once the largest manufacturing center in all of Gradius, as well as the largest sweatshop.

Although people are aware of the cruelty of sweatshops, there are still migrant workers who come from far and wide.

This is because the population has skyrocketed over the past few decades, but the government has been unable to create more safe land for people to produce, resulting in a situation similar to that of serious land annexation.

Rather than venturing into the treacherous wilderness, most people choose to venture to Elon City, after all, it's about dealing with people, not beasts, monsters, and all kinds of terrifying unknowns.

Of course, to a certain extent, it can only be said that these people are still a little kind, and the most important thing in this city is monsters in human skin, they are more cruel and terrible than real monsters.

And now, among the mainstream groups that are not in a beautiful mood, these monsters with human skins are included.

Although they chatted in private and seemed to be free and easy, the money they earned was enough for the family to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, but in fact, in the face of the chickens that lay golden eggs, it was still difficult for them to accept it calmly.

Of course, they are not willing to sit idly by, and they are not good people who only use bright means.

However, they are most proud of their wealth, but they are insignificant in the face of the First Order.

It is said that there must be brave men under the heavy reward, and the price offered by the first order is much higher than theirs, which can be regarded as an eye-opener.

Before that, they really never thought that any official could offer such a high price to sell mud legs.

That's right, it's mud legs, but it's successful entrepreneurs, cultural people, decent people, scholars and so on like them who are very unpopular.

It's not that they're sensitive, it's that being left out is clearly visible and reflected in all aspects.

They have resentment in their hearts and try to resist, and it is also because of this. As long as the airborne officials can be nicer to them, they will not make too much trouble on the premise that the other party has successfully collected the guns.

But now, family children, die-hard loyalists, speculators, and people at the bottom of society who do have difficulties, such as former prisoners with criminal records, can be controlled by them, as long as they are willing to spend money and sacrifice some connections.

But these alone are far from enough, without the participation of the vast number of mud legs, they simply can't set off the scale of the incident they want.

Take the parade as an example, the real Changgong is responsible for fanning the flames and serving as the overseer, while the mud legs are like the ancient siege cities, used to fill the trenches and consume the enemy's firepower, and by the way reduce the enemy's morale.

Moreover, the mud-legged people are poor and short-minded, and most of them don't know their own weight, and they don't think about the stakes of doing certain things, and they are easily attracted by the small profits in front of them.

Every day as if you go to work, come to the point, then walk, shout slogans, you will get money, you can also get a free meal, and you can even take the opportunity to smash and grab something, what a good temporary job, right?

Although the silent majority is always the majority, don't forget that the three of them become tigers, and everyone has money, as long as the momentum is up, more mud legs, can be agitated at a cheaper price, and even without spending money, they will spontaneously mix, which is called blind obedience, and behind this there is also a hidden eye red to see the participants profit.

At that time, it will only be necessary to shout a few slogans that will poke at their itch, and it will become more and more appropriate, and the mud legs will become a sport that has little to do with them, no matter who wins or loses.

It is precisely because of the stupidity and short-sightedness of the mud legs that the capitalists have used many times to make them an important bargaining chip in negotiations with the government.

You must know that there is a clear opposition between the ruler and the ruled. The Stanford Prison Experiment tells us that such antagonism can lead to the human environment affecting both sides, which will make the sense of antagonism more intense.

Then, capital only needs to take advantage of this characteristic to do a lot of things.

But now, the mud legs have been bought by the authorities.

This kind of buying is not just about money, but also about giving hope.

The Human Empire is the overlord of the galaxy, and there are all kinds of worlds, and no matter how big your heart is, there is no shortage of stages to show it.

If you want to develop steadily, the official has a variety of training, including teaching and teaching, low tuition fees, and a meal, and a package with excellent grades.

Coupled with various relocation compensation, laid-off relief, and citizen welfare, few people at the bottom can withstand such a 'trick combo', so most of them choose to be obedient to the people.

In this way, the capitalists have neither guns nor cannon fodder, only some dog legs, and most of them are looking at the face of money, how can they fight?

If you think about it, there is always a way.

For example, the sword goes off the rails and is crooked.

Most of the capital, for the likes of the gods, is not in the eye.

However, when the other party can show a few extraordinary means, the capitalists are often willing to give a certain amount of trust.

In fact, in Gradius, many people with capital and abilities have contacts on weekdays, and most of those who do not have contacts have channels and connections in this area.

And this time, when the capitalists tried to do things with the help of the extraordinary, they were very surprised to find that the other party was unexpectedly powerful.

There is a reason why the transcendents are powerful, and they have found a strong backer.

Old Tom's Slaughterhouse on the edge of Elon's East Town.

Although the name is old-fashioned, the scale is very large.

That's because Ciudad Elon has one of the best canning factories in the world.

Today, during the day, several batches of pigs and beef cattle have arrived, and the process went smoothly.

On this rainy night, the slaughterhouse was still brightly lit, and the manager of the slaughterhouse even greeted the power supply bureau for this, and asked people to overhaul the aging wiring a day ago, on the grounds that they had to work overtime to ship a batch of goods recently.

Obviously, this is a clever trick. Use serious manipulation to cover up improper behavior.

Livestock are prepared to create Eggs of Chaos.

The slaughterhouse even arranged follow-up matters for this purpose, and deliberately dredged up the relationship to ensure the smooth delivery of goods.

At that time, the Chaos Egg will be transported into the city by box truck in the name of transporting meat, and then open the door to release the monsters.

This is a more deceptive, sudden and dangerous affair with internal cooperation.

In the slaughterhouse, some of the people who knelt and licked the 'mighty' even cleaned the room and prepared a table of extravagant wine and food for Albert to wash the dust.

Albert also enjoys this kind of supporter from the world.

Within the forces of chaos, only the Slaane family has this kind of arrogant enjoyment and pomp, and the other forces are filled with a 'rusty smell', cold and hard and rotten.

To be honest, Albert, who studies life and pursues immortality, does not like this atmosphere. But just like mortals need to earn money to support their families, there are some things that they don't like, but they have to endure and become a habit.

This is also a big reason for feeling enjoyable at the moment, after all, everything is afraid of comparison.

Like many Chaos cultists, Albert has permanently lost something in his quest for power and immortality. After all, the gifts of chaos are not always beneficial, and the gifts of evil gods are even more so.

Albert lost his sense of taste, which made his life much less enjoyable.

Albert also injured his soul due to his self-strengthening and transformation, which made him colorblind to a certain extent, unable to distinguish between red and blue, and could only recognize green among the three primary colors, and the world in his eyes presented a strange thing that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

These losses also became the reason for him to value some things more.

The capitals of Elon City can be people, so he is very satisfied.

The main thing is not that he has taken some pains to entertain, but that he knows that he is a great man, but he does not compete to flatter him, and in the words of the well-spoken representative in front of him: "So as not to disturb you, but there is a call, whoever it is, will arrive as soon as possible." ”

Although Albert started as a god, he is like a comedy star who often doesn't smile in life. He's actually very socially annoying.

Later, it gradually transformed into a research-oriented one, and the ability grew, and the more inpatient the social routines became.

Now these people have done the things they have explained properly, and they have not taken the opportunity to complain or be familiar with each other, which can be regarded as his appetite.

Albert felt that such a person who knew the current affairs was a bit wasteful to use it at one time, and he could cooperate a few more times.

So, it was rare to say a few more words and explain some key points, so that some people could better deal with those monsters who didn't recognize their relatives.

Albert was enjoying a delicious meal made by a celebrity chef and a random bottle of wine that was more expensive than most people's annual salary, when the representative barged in in a little panic.

"Your Excellency, we seem to be surrounded!"

Albert raised his eyebrows, instinctively thinking that these people were not doing well and leaked the news. After all, his itinerary was random, and he didn't tell the specific time in advance, but only asked the other party to prepare the materials needed to create the Chaos Egg.

In this case, the enemy's reaction is so fast, naturally it is not his problem. He came through a subspace rift.

Although there are many Chaos wizards, there are not many who can play with subspace teleportation, after all, it not only requires superb technology, but also sufficient financial support. And this kind of wealth is not worldly wealth, but a currency that can represent power in subspace.

Before Albert could subconsciously scold: "Waste that doesn't make people worry." "The three wizards of order, in the shape of a zigzag, broke in one front and two behind.

They are still Jedi Knight shapes, but what is impressive at this time is the faint light film on the surface of the clothes, like a plastic film, isolating the rain, but not a drop of it, and its static effect has a sense of isolation like a cutout, as if two parts that are incompatible with this world.

When Albert saw this, his pupils shrank, and he said in his heart: "High-level psionic energy!"

He'd heard of this kind of psionic skill, but see, this was the first time today.

He himself is also a wizard who can use the power of subspace, so he naturally knows the stakes involved, and his subtle energy control alone is not comparable to him.

"There were three of them at once, and they really value me!" In Albert's cognition, there are only a few high-level psionic abilities, even if they are a star region.

He had heard the orc warlord engage in Gazo before, saying that the more than 100 enemies who boarded his troublemaking number, all of them top-level psionics, were killed by most of his subordinates.

He remembered that he was secretly disdainful at the time, and said to himself, 'These orcs are real and love to brag nonsense, and they are stupid and ignorant, and the top psionic people are only a few hundred in the entire Far East, and the enemy has sent more than 100 of them to fight on a single ship, and dozens of them have been killed, which is simply nonsense.' ’

But now, he thinks that Gazso may not be exactly bragging at the beginning, like this, just the performance of its power control can barely be regarded as a high-level psyker, and looking at its highly similar standard dress, such combat power, on the enemy's side, I am afraid that it also exists at least on the scale of the team.

"It's really a powerful army, how did the Human Empire quietly gather such a good player? Or is it a secretly cultivated combat force?"

Albert didn't blindly let his reverie fly. Now is not the time to think about that.

Extricating ourselves from difficulties is the most urgent task at present.

On the surface, he was silent, still drinking with his own wine glass, and with the other hand, he was making small movements under the table.

Next, as long as the other party is slightly negligent in coping, he can escape, and he has this confidence.

Then he found that the three high-level psionic abilities were not in a hurry, but there were people outside who were very anxious, and they were using a method that made him feel unbelievable.

Actually, it's nothing, it's just a dissociation weapon for the principle of dark molecular structure. The materials used in 3D printers are produced by devices made on this principle. Even the world's most famous power weapons, whose principle of using energy to break molecular bonds, are also in the same category. It's just that the technology related to the First Order is more advanced, and the effect is more magical.

With the dissociation operation, the walls and roof of Albert's house, like an illusory thing that gradually dissipated, turned into invisible molecules and were extracted from the area by the vacuuming effect.

So a good table of food, in the blink of an eye, in the open air, and the night rain did not stop at this time.

Albert couldn't pretend to be calm anymore.

He threw away the wine glass in his hand and opened the spiritual power field, and the translucent scarlet light curtain instantly enveloped an area with him as the core and a radius of more than three meters.

Immediately after, he reached out and took the crack connector from his waist sac.

It is an alchemical item that has been circulated from the Garden of Nurgle. Created by a high-ranking demon. The kind for personal use, so there are no pitfalls.

However, it is still very pit, and the pitfall point is that it is difficult to recharge afterwards, even if you find a master to operate, the cost is still high.

This magic weapon was given to him by Aosen, just in case, and it was used for running away.

Although Albert is not the kind of soldier who has been trained on the battlefield for a long time, after all, he has lived long enough, and the article of 'seeing more' alone allows him to analyze the situation in front of him for the first time.

It is not suitable for recklessness, and there is no need for recklessness. Even if the whole mission fails because of this, it is nothing, after all, it is only a front, as long as he can pass the information back in time, the loss will not be big.

And for him personally, safety comes first.

"Orson also absolutely agrees with my choice, after all, my main value is not the ability to execute on the front line. ”

Albert thought about it quite clearly, and the series of operations were quite neat and crisp, as if they had been rehearsed many times.

However, just as he took out the rift connector and was about to use it, the wizard of order on the other side made a move.

Dismantle the Grenade Power Enhanced, Throw!

This grenade can be understood as a transcendent version of a dirty bomb, and the magical pollution it creates is the main means it uses to achieve its goals.

In the past, SWAT and the Gladiators used a simplified version to deal with enslavers and soul eaters, which was the erosion of mana pollution, destroying the monster's extraordinary energy protective shell.

And now, the power enhanced version is used to destroy Albert's force field protection, which is still cool.

Simple, effective, and versatile. That's the principle behind the dismantling grenade. It's just that this kind of 'residue' born in the process of transforming extraordinary power, like nuclear waste, is used by ordinary people, and it is still necessary to pay attention to the power.

The wizards of order are not intimidated, mainly because they possess extraordinary power and are good at control. And the psionic protection taught by Kane has the characteristics of the law of the realm, which makes the seemingly thin protection have additional technical points, which can withstand the power erosion of this weapon at a lower cost.

Albert, who was at the center of the explosion, was a bit miserable, and he was already far behind the wizards of order in the fine use of supernatural powers. This means more leakage and more consumption.

Now it has been blown up by three powerful version of the disintegration grenade, and the force field that has always been proud of it has directly collapsed. I was also affected.

As if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid, his whole being had a greasy and burnt quality, smoking, and emitting an unusually unpleasant smell. It's not just the smell of flare.

Albert let out a very ungraceful howl of pain, trying to quickly get out of the area, but was stopped by the wizard of order who intervened in time.

At the same time that Albert suffered the grenade explosion, the three wizards of order were already in their respective positions, and surrounded Albert from the positions of the three teammates who were equal to each other, and then opened their arms and cast spells together.

Combat Circle, a rare application in the Warhammer 40K world.

IN THIS WORLD, WHETHER IT IS A WIZARD OR A PSYKER, IT IS POPULAR TO 'RUSH, KILL, BIUBIUBIU BOOM, BOOM'.

The Wizard of Order, after all, is known as the 'Wizard', and there is no shortage of means to cast spells. At this time, a spell called Spirit Cone Thorn is used, which is directly aimed at the target soul, and can be cast alone or in combination, with the magic circle, the power is even greater.

Albert was stunned by this invisible thorn of spiritual power, as if he was forked with a fork rod from different directions, and he couldn't move.

The shell is eroded and corrupted, the soul is targeted and stimulated, and Albert feels a mortal threat. He didn't care about anything else, and sent a request for help through the soul pact he had made with Orson a long time ago......