"My lord, what about these brains, the aliens have destroyed their spirits, and the only thing left is the reflection of pleasure, and even the souls have dissipated."

"Think Tank Director, are they completely hopeless?" Horus asks Ignaz, a think tank from the Legion of a Thousand Sons.

"Yes, my lord, I have rummaged through their memories, the flesh is stripped away, the brain and spinal cord are kept, all perceptions are cut off, leaving only the external stimulus nerves, and then there is endless pleasure stimulation, the aliens play with these people's brains like toys, their memory cells are fading, and I can only piece together so much with psionic deep sensing."

Horus slammed his fist into the steel table, denting it with tremendous force.

"This, this is simply an insult and blasphemy to humanity, let them be relieved."

Even the now decaying and dark human empire only makes the brains of sinners contemplatives or servants to atone for their sins, but the brains into pleasure machines, which only the dark Addari and Slaanesh believers who are addicted to torture do such things.

The cathars in the ruins of the lair raised their rifles, and with a flash of blue light, these "humans" ended their lives.

Kyoto, Japan, Solomon Dmittle, the company lieutenant of the Death Eagle and the commander of the 3rd Company of the former Emperor's son, shoved a protein bar into his mouth while he was observing the situation from the top floor of an abandoned building.

"Adjutant Solomon" approached him by Company Non-Commissioned Officer Calleon, a veteran of the vengeful spirit who wore Ranger Power Armor and a huge sword adorned with eagle wings and amethyst at his waist. Calleon walked over to Solomon.

"Adjutant, the situation here is not good right now, the aliens have broken through the defense line of the local humans, and the defense line will completely collapse in three days at most. At that time, I am afraid that no one in the city will survive. We need to hurry up and make a plan of action for the next steps. ”

"Our mission this time is to scout the local situation, and if possible, we need to capture some human soldiers or commanders on the front lines." Solomon put on his purple-gold helmet and stood up.

"We are the only team on mission in this archipelago, and we can't do much with our limited strength."

Opening the collected map, Solomon said to the rest of the team.

"I judge that the defense line will be reorganized in this city called Tokyo after the collapse, and it is expected that the local army and the BETA will form a strategic standoff near Yokohama, and until then, we can complete all the tasks in chaos. Still have questions? ”

The warriors shook their heads, and then, with a brief tactical arrangement, Solomon prepared to move.

Tonight, Solomon's team is about to enter a nearby supply base to hack into the military's information system.

Previously, Solomon was gathering information in a guard academy, but with the surprise attack of BETA, a large amount of information was transferred, so Solomon decided to attack the supply base. This is the most recent and best place to start.

A team of ten people wore optical cloaks and hid in the woods near the supply base, waiting for nightfall.

This supply base is located on the mountainside, and a large number of tactical aircraft are parked inside. Tactical aircraft is a large humanoid combat weapon made by humans in this world to fight against BETA, its full name is "tactical walking attack aircraft", before humans fought with fighters and BETA, but with the emergence of the BETA with extremely strong anti-air capabilities, the fighter lost the ability to fight with BETA. As a result, in 1974, mankind developed a huge humanoid weapon "tactical aircraft" for combat against NETA

During the lurking period of Solomon's team, the tactical aircraft in the base continued to fly in and out, the well-maintained tactical aircraft flew out, the scarred tactical aircraft with short arms and legs flew back, and the body of each tactical aircraft that successfully flew back was stained with the blood of BETA.

Those who were able to fly back were already very lucky, and a considerable number of tactical aircraft were either melted into scrap metal by the light class, or cruelly dismembered by the BETA on land.

There was even a broken tactical plane that crashed near Solomon's team, and she was only one step away from the base, but she couldn't fly back.

The fighters of the Death Eagle approached the crashed tactical plane, which was emitting smoke, one of her legs was missing, the thruster was broken, and the cockpit was stuck due to a malfunction. After making sure that the airframe would not be destroyed, Callion used a cutting tool to force open the cockpit door that had been jammed due to the damage.

After a flurry of sparks, Callion grabbed the cockpit door and shook it off.

A cute, young girl was lying inside, her eyes had lost their light and her belly was stained with blood.

The team's pharmacist examined, then shook his head.

"There was no help, metal shards pierced her abdomen, internal organs were broken, and she was bleeding profusely."

Solomon felt a fire burning in his chest, it was the duty of a warrior to fight the enemy, and this maiden, at this age, should not have appeared on the battlefield at all.

Solomon clenched the power sword in his hand, he wanted to go to the front line immediately, and use the blaster and power sword in his hand to make those aliens feel the anger in their hearts.

But no, he has more important tasks to do, and completing Lord Horus's deployment will better destroy the BETA and end the war that killed five billion humans sooner.

Solomon resisted the anger in his heart and infiltrated the supply base with his combat brothers to gather information for the expeditionary force headquarters.