The beauty of this garden world once amazed the Son of Baal, it was the pearl of the empire, and it was also a rare bright thing in the long darkness, and people had a preference for beautiful things, let alone angels.

When the blood of the greenskin was sprinkled all over the forest, and the alien genes were burned out by the flames, the sons of St. Giles who had completed the mission collected supplies in the wreckage of the city swept by the greenskins, and when the non-commissioned officer in Astarte got the ancient books, according to the imperial orders, such things should be judged by the company's think tank, but the non-commissioned officer had studied archaeology for a while, and it was the font that he knew with his scholarly servants.

He quickly realized that the above content would allow the world to protect itself in the face of new dangers, and also to enrich the empire's military power, but he did not hesitate to choose to trust the mortals of this world.

He rarely has the arrogance of a Space Marine against mortals, and even more so because he was saved by mortal fire support during the war.

And the most important thing is that he is willing to give those minions who give their blood to exist, which may be a failure for Astarte today, but if anyone can witness the original appeal of the God Emperor to the Space Marines, they will find that the non-commissioned officer is the real "perfect".

But it has to be said that the Holy Blood Angel was prescient, and the non-commissioned officer quickly realized that the Greenskins were a lingering haze on the planet, and that the trees would be a breeding ground for the Greenskins, and that a large number of wild beasts would occupy the place and hinder the stationing and transformation of the Empire.

Even if the Astral Army fighting with them is remarkable, strong-willed, and generally unsatisfactory.

But a long time is enough to change mortals, and the non-commissioned officer looks at the rich planet, and in order to give her a chance to survive the attack of the greenskins, the non-commissioned officer decides to go and find the legacy in the dossier.

However, the buildings of human beings in the Age of Dark Technology have covered this world, and it seems that it is open to humans in other worlds as a tourist attraction, although the natural environment is deliberately preserved, and even the environment of this world may be man-made, but there is no doubt that it is difficult to find a small place in a world through vague handwriting and an ancient language that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Even the Emperor's angels must go through adventures like the ancient hero Hercules to find clues of ancient technology, slaughtering orc camps and dealing with the invasion of the Ida pirates, in a world where they are like gods but uncertain.

In fact, most of the cities today were founded with the help of this Astarte, and the people of the empire were happy to provide their own blood for the sons of St. Giles, but there is no doubt that such battles were too frequent and tiring, and they traveled all over the world to discover the secrets of ancient relics.

This is the reality of the fracture of human civilization, and the most resilient warriors of the empire cannot analyze the simplest words in a short time, and they travel the whole world just to find vague documents.

When the flagship of the Holy Blood Angels left early, they fought in this world, when the inhabitants worshipped them, they searched in this world, until the non-commissioned officer found that their starting point was the end, fatigue, the wounds of battle, the manipulation of fate brought his dark anger to the peak.

At the last moment, he entered the technological coffin of the ancient ruins, and stood in the generator.

The other Space Marines couldn't stop this from happening, and they didn't dare to leave with ancient technology, because the technology of this world was not enough to provide a stagnant position, as long as they were taken away from here and cut off the source power for a few hours, the non-commissioned officer would be completely swallowed by anger and become the angel who once guarded Terra in hell.

They can only leave a hint for future generations to make the records of ancient documents more convenient to understand, but they can't say it directly, they can only blur the text so that those mortals who are hungry for profit can't understand it.

They took the Iron Man with them, as well as the large Knight Titans, leaving only the mortal weapons and their own commanders, and then joined up with their fighting brothers.

This archaeology alone took two days to the limit of mortal lifespan, a full two hundred years.

When the non-commissioned officer was also silent in this garden world he loved, his brother left his last warning, hoping that he and those who found him would live up to their loyalty and dignity, and yes, to live up to the blood of St. Giles.

But the loyal and benevolent warrior has been limited by a defect buried deep in his genes, and his reason and wisdom are gone, and there is only the most basic anger, loyalty, and pain.

Why such a curse is made on the angels of men, in any case, blood thirst and dark wrath represent the pain of the children of Baal, but also their honor, the wailing in this dark universe.

Now, the time has come for the emperor's angel to manifest its meaning.

Although Alan Baier did not know, the battle on the ground had reached a precarious point, when a large number of green-skinned mechs thundered explosives broke on the Void Shield, and the intermittent sound on the radio made Alan Baier quickly realize that something was wrong.

Now on the ground, the firepower on the opposite side exceeded expectations, the orc explosives burst from the powerful roaring engine exploded on the heads of the astral army, the trenches and guard towers dissipated in an instant, and the staff officer looked at the situation in the command room in the rear in surprise, but found that his fourth company suddenly could not be contacted...

There were fragments and rubbish everywhere, the walls of copper had become construction debris and ruins, the soldiers were lucky enough to have missing arms and legs, blood was flowing from the broken places, and the unlucky ones had already seen the emperor.

The staff officer immediately guessed that the orcs had installed something on the mecha that artillery used to attack human positions, and that the Astral Army made it impossible for a regiment to have both artillery and infantry because of that damn second build, and again, the Imperial system had dragged down the soldiers of the Astral Army, but the staff officer noticed why those orcs could accurately shell?

He pondered for a long time, only to find that in front of the window of the headquarters, next to the inconspicuous bunker, in the rough trenches, a little green thing was babbling something with crude equipment.

It's a fart, the disgusting, lowly alien communicator in its hand that is constantly conveying its position!

The staff officer immediately drew his pistol and blasted the fart into a bowl of mushroom juice, but he immediately realized the problem.

"Hurry, get out of here, soldier, hurry!" He shouted to the lieutenants, and before the others understood the situation, what they saw was that the staff officer suddenly yelled at him, shot out the window, and immediately demanded that they evacuate, but the obedience of the soldiers saved them again, and after they left the place very quickly, dozens of orc explosives and junk projectiles smashed on the command room.

The lieutenants watched as their command room was destroyed with communication equipment and emergency power supply, but they still shouted to the other soldiers on the equipment as soon as possible.

"There were greenskins in the bombardment, those little fart greenskins, and they mixed those things in the shells!"

"Those disgusting aliens will report your location to their owners, and move as soon as they appear!"

When the soldiers received the news, they began to pay attention to their surroundings, and when they realized that the small things were more deadly than the big ones, and many people didn't even have time to pack up the heavy bombs and leave the watchtower, but in any case, this strategy still retained a lot of battlefield vitality despite the loss of cover and defense.

However, the overall war situation was still a drop in the bucket, and the staff had to pin their hopes on Lieutenant Colonel Arvada's troops.

And now that Arvada is close to Camp Greenskin, he may be the most changed person in this world, from embracing his peers to now training gentle stars, from the forest to strolling in the concrete pipes.

The Katakan people will not admit defeat, they only have two choices: life and death, and when he touches his shotgun and power fist, his anger at Greenskin is even more spontaneous.

Under the illumination of a promethium lamp that is not bright.

He walked through the muddy, filthy and disgusting sewers, twisted the air valve with his fingers, and there was a clang, and the sewer door could be opened.

The new Katachans he trained had a deeper grudge against the Greenskins, who were the native hunters of Karui City, the ones who provided the inhabitants and the city with natural goods, but were killed by the Greenskins' attacks.

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada took a fancy to their anger and struck the warriors with war and language as hammers, now that they were thick iron, in the shape of swords, to slowly pierce the throat of the greenskins.

The war cans slowly walked through the streets, the greenskins were engrossed in watching the war fireworks launched by the cans, and the rough voices gurgled and shouted, Katachan didn't care what they thought, they only knew to cut off the necks of those greenskins.

As the greenskins walked generously across the sewers, their stout, bronzed arms would suddenly grab the greenskins' ankles, killing them with rage and force before they could scream.

Even the most terrible can of killing will be turned into broken copper and iron by the hot melting gun, and there will be no sound, just as Lieutenant Colonel Katachan once said.

In the forest, there is no sound for the most dangerous things.

In order to ensure that it will not be broken by the group army, Greenskin surrounded the war camp in a U-shape, which also made it impossible for the cans to support each other.

When One-Eye realized that this had happened, he watched the barrage on his right side disappear in the Mao Ge mecha, and the communicator was silent, he thought for a while and laughed.

"Yes, I don't like unilateral abuse, I like to kill each other!"

"What? Solve those hidden shrimps? ”

"No, no, no, I don't want to care."

"Shut up, I'm the boss."

"You're the one who gives ideas!"

"We'll see..."

One-eyed said to himself.

A moment later he shouted. "Boys, waaaagh!" A huge voice came from the tattered body of Brother Mao's body, and the huge ancient giant machine crawler slowly moved forward, and the other cans, kids, and even fart spirits were shouting what they had been waiting for for a long time.

“waaaagh！”

“waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh！”

“WAAAAAAAAAAGH！”

The sound that shook the universe echoed through the city of Karui like hell wailing, and anyone who was even the slightest bit brave could not help but expel their excrement.

As the countless green skins moved forward like the tide in the ocean, even Lieutenant Colonel Arvada couldn't help but sigh and pray. "O God Emperor!"

He turned on the communicator and went down the drain. "Enemy attack, number, tens of thousands!"

At the side of the Holy Staircase, in the camp, the staff officer received the news, his face was dead, he had expected countless miracles, but the reality was that when the Greenskin Boss became the war leader who ruled all the tribes, his fate may have been sealed.

He put down his staff hat and picked up the Tanner tea on the table, he actually wanted to travel to Valhalla, although the place was not suitable for travel, but he secretly felt that the ice and snow world was destined for him, maybe, he was going to meet the God Emperor.

He had been a poor man all his life, his parents had died, he had been brainwashed in school, and he had been poured with potions, and he had been like a cold iron plate until he saw the relevant records of Staff Officer Kane.

He had only begun to think about what true loyalty was, but he hadn't figured it out, even after so much service.

For some reason, he began to wonder what his ensign would do in such a situation.

He'll take something out and yell at Greenskin...

"I'll you!"

Yes, yes, that's the taste, the staff drank the Tanner tea in the cup, ah, taste your own collection at the end of your life, it's really good, but don't put it for so long next time, it's a little moldy...

Wrong... The staff officer suddenly realized that it was not an auditory hallucination, and he looked left and right, but there was only a terrible battlefield and green waves in the distance.

Until a Chimera, which no one applied, was topped with a huge metal object, and the shooting holes on the car were concurrently emitting strange colors that did not belong to the Astral Army, and some beams touched the green skin, even the green skin of the boss level would instantly disintegrate him.

Some projectiles are like diseases, and when they penetrate the enemy, the green skin next to them instantly rolls on the ground in pain.

There was something even more terrifying, like a missile blasting into the herd, it was in the cockpit, and Alan Bair shot out of the co-pilot.

That's a relic pistol, or an archaeological pistol, or... Anyway, the empire is not exactly what to call it, this is the spear of the human command class in the Dark Ages, which can shoot terrifying small hydrogen bombs with great energy!

John yelled at the moment driving the Chimera. "Boss, what the hell?!"

Alan Bair yelled. "I'll just shoot three bullets, don't look at it, open it to that big pit, and put the angel down!"

John replied immediately. "Yes, Boss!"

When the Chimera violently crushed the orcs, a drift slamming the metal coffin to the ground, the entire battlefield fell silent, and the orcs muttered.

"What kind of shrimp thing is this!" While shooting at it curiously, such an action only allowed the gun to destroy the static position of the equipment, and the angel who had been silent for seven hundred years revived again.

When the blond-haired giant climbed out of his coffin, the bones on the pitch-black armor looked crazy and holy, and the top of the lower layer of the nest destroyed by the greenskin shone a ray of light, which happened to sprinkle on the awakened angel.

He slowly stood up and looked around, inexplicable mad anger burning in his heart, and he shouted. "Heresy! Traitor! ”

Then he cried and spoke. "Brothers!"

He picked up his chainsaw sword and slashed at the nearest orc, like no man's land, blood splattering his armor as if it were about to turn his power armor bright red again.

Even if it was from a distance, as long as the Astral Army or civilians who could see the scenery at this moment saluted in unison, their arms crossed in front of their chests.