On the bridge, the Blackheart King gripped his loyal servant's neck, the power of the power claws humming with the roar of the servo, completely destroying the rune blacksmith's throat until his sounder burst again.

When Huron let go of his hand, the rune blacksmith knelt on the ground, his powerful body still prevented him from dying, but it was also a living crime, even for the superhuman body of the traitor Astarte, the loss of being directly captured by the power claw was unbearable.

The Rune Blacksmith fell silent for a long time again, and the other Battle Brothers knew that this was the mercy of their master, and that the other Chaos Lords would be enough to be blessed to die just by letting their target escape and the flagship be almost damaged.

The Blackheart King's heavy footsteps roared on the bridge, he was in a bad mood, because now he could only choose a ground war, but he knew very well that the combat characteristics of the Astral Army would drag the war into an endless and terrible war of attrition.

Whether it was the lack of supplies for his troops or the pursuit of the Ultramarines exhausted him, such a rich world in front of him, and a mechanical sage, was no longer fat.

The Blackheart King's huge arm waved, commanding. "Block the orbit, pay attention to the information of the Star Whisperers, if they use Star Language, immediately use psionic energy to interfere with transmissions, it will take the longest time!"

"At the same time, be prepared to enter the subspace at any time, we can't let the dogs of the empire find out about our existence."

The entire ship responded instantly, there is no doubt that in the most urgent state, the powerful Red Pirates still have the command ability as the Astarte Warband, and they are not the same as their Chaos brothers, disorderly, only to satisfy their own desires to live, but an enemy like them must be more terrifying.

When the order was given, the commander of the ground forces loyally reported to his master, wearing bright red armor, in the thick voice characteristic of a Space Marine, who was on one knee in bright red armor.

"There are still two hundred combat brothers, and thousands of mortal servants, all of whom can land in orbit, my lord." His name is Vingar, a former member of the Crimson Angels.

He was tall and dark, and despite being somewhat scarred, he had not yet lost his noble face to mutations or battle damage.

His armor was already blood-red, as he had been a member of the Crimson Angels, one of the countless sons of St. Giles, but he had been expelled from the warband for insisting that the blood thirst that plagued them was actually the Touch of Chaos.

Now, the batwing blood drops on his shoulder armor have been replaced by the claws clenched by the Red Pirates, and his armor is also hung with terrifying trophies.

The Lord of the Red Pirates was indifferent, he looked at the dark green planet displayed on the screen of the flagship bridge, and the greed and hunger in his heart were long overwhelmed.

His fingers swiped across the space on the screen, and he found a place where there were both minerals and mortals, the newest mining area in the world in a year, Dirk.34576D.

This is a unique canyon area, and one of the few places where this dark green gem dries up, and the exposed rocks are rich in promethium materials that can be used to provide weapons with energy as quickly as possible.

Wyngar said unhurriedly. "My lord, I don't recommend this position, if you land here, it is equivalent to taking the initiative to put the battle situation in a tug-of-war."

"My lord, we should occupy it as soon as possible...", his finger slid across the screen, the armor of the power armor rubbing against the screen, stopping at...

The place where the one-eyed once stood, the ruins, the city today, the little camp...

Do heroes see the same thing?

The Blackheart King held his power claw and thought for a long time. "Do it, my brother."

"Yes, my lord." The once crimson angel replied.

And all this was unknown on the ground, until the drop bays that pierced the atmosphere had fallen at an extremely fast speed that mortals could not react to, like stars falling into the world.

The speed of the breakthrough is so fast that ordinary people can't bear it, even if it falls directly in Karui City, I'm afraid it's no problem, Astarte's airdrop is designed to break through the anti-orbital firepower at any time, not to mention that the place where they landed has not yet formed a defensive force.

When the area that was still being rebuilt was landed by traitors, smashing a reinforced concrete structure, the airborne bin in order to relieve the impact of the jet thrusters, emitting a pungent smell of promethium to cover the place, an accurate airborne strike, the huge Astarte smashed the command room here with an airdrop vehicle, and the rows of astral troops deployed here died instantly, and the PDF on the wall did not react, just the time to turn the bomb around, it was wiped out by the giant who stepped out of the airdrop chamber with a blaster.

Bang bang bang, the bottom was like a beast's roar, the traitor's bomb sank into the flesh, and then it became a muffled sound of exploding, the sound of flesh expanding...

Bright red armor, billowing blood, and terrible screams, Astarte faced mortals with such a gap, and the power of the demigods unleashed on the bodies of their fellow human beings, only to wipe them out in an instant.

When the PDFs noticed and shouted to turn their guns to shoot, the beams and explosives could not penetrate the armor of the Astartes, and Wyngar used superhuman reflexes to dodge the oncoming shots, even if it was a blast, it was very slow for Astarte!

"Right side, clean up."

The order of Vengar was issued, two drop silos, and the explosive bombs of the eight battle brothers burst out, and in just two seconds, all the mortals on the right side were emptied, and then they turned around and hid in the ruins of the airdrop and command room, and in just three minutes, the entire camp of civilians, PDF, the Astral Army all died, eight people, and slaughtered thousands of soldiers.

In order to maintain productivity here, they didn't even use weapons of mass destruction, just blasters and chainsaw swords, and when the Crimson Angel gripped a mortal heart and watched it beat, several more transports fell in the sky.

Countless mortal servants walked down the dark ship, and because of the fear of orbital power, they could only let the traitor space marines clean it up, and then disembarked, making them feel humiliated.

A man with the appearance of an aristocrat stepped down from the transport ship.

The man was dressed in the uniform that once belonged to the Modian Iron Guards, and now the double-headed eagle insignia and epaulettes on it had been torn off and replaced by loyalist bones.

"My lord triumphs, please use it." He pulls out the high-bodied protein blocks and small amounts of alloy that Astarte uses from his tactical belt, food that keeps the supermen in better physical condition, and for the servants, it is an honor to hand them to their masters.

The once honorable Modian Iron Guard, now a groveling dog, well-trained and accurately armed, he has learned how to grovel in the face of the forces of chaos destruction, which is ridiculous.

The Crimson Angel took the food, chewed it in an unbearable voice, swallowed it, and waited for his transformed organs to turn it into energy.

"Very well, now begin to construct regional defenses, and then, mortal troops, ready to cross the forest, I ask for an attack on the enemy's capital in 42 hours."

After the words were finished, countless airdrop warehouses fell from the sky, piercing the air, and smashing into deep pits, and the metal of the airdrop warehouses would be made into various indestructible defense equipment, and the Crimson Angel had already talked to the Destruction Ghost for a good time, he would deal with the mortals here in five minutes, and now he did what he said, even in three minutes.

Blood, molten iron, the foul smell of promethium, and terrible minced flesh all over the ground make up the symphony of this camp, where the greenskins once occupied now have its new owners, the traitors.

At the same time, in Karui City, unease and fear are rife among the civilians, the Astral Army discusses what is happening in the sky, and the massive Moon-class cruiser is only half left, parked in orbit for maintenance.

Because of the sudden accumulation of food by the Astral Army, the famine became more serious in this world, and in the temporary command room of the Anglican Church, this old place, people have changed.

Lieutenant Commander Alan Bair, Planetary Governor John Deen, Staff Officers, Captain of the Pordero, Mechsage, and dozens of lieutenants.

Mr. John, the Governor of the planets, looked out the window at the rainforest worriedly, and Alan Bair was thanking him for his help, in fact he was now giving supplies that had completely exceeded the 11th tax.

"John, you don't really need to..."

John replied. "If I don't provide supplies, this world will only be destroyed faster, although it is enough now, but once the war is fierce, the danger of supply disruption is great."

"We can't bet that this city will fall again, and we will have to keep those pirates out of the city anyway."

The captain was depressed, if his battleship could still fight, the situation would certainly not be so bad now.

But the data craftsman asked directly without apologies. "When can we explore Dark Age technology?"

The captain clenched his fists, he couldn't help but think that his seamen and warships were dissipated for this thing, but the few noble dignitys made him hold back his desires, and there was no sun in his hometown, so he naturally had his own understanding of patience after surviving such an environment.

Alan Bair didn't want this over-modified bastard to waste his time. "Down the Holy Staircase, Second Lieutenant, you go with her."

He ordered the second lieutenant, this second lieutenant had just asked the staff officer a brain-dead question some time ago, and now the soldiers in the regiment are privately calling him "Greenskin", without a communiqué for personal vendettas, the Astral Army is not pure!

The named ensign was visibly stunned, he was going to a dark basement with a mechanical sage and dozens of her intelligent servants, and he was going to monitor and even manage this thing that was stronger than him...

It was a chore, the second lieutenant agreed with a bitter face. "Yes, Lieutenant Colonel."

When the two left, Alan Baier sighed, although the communiqué was very cool, but being favored by the Red Pirates was definitely not a good experience.

"The communication in this world is so poor, every time we encounter an enemy, we are in a passive situation, and there are hundreds of Astarte traitors eyeing us."

"It really doesn't feel like I can sleep..."

"How's the Starwhisperer's communication?"

Alan Baier asked the lieutenant next to him, and the lieutenant replied. "My lord, a message has been sent to the Ministry of Military Affairs, but there is no reply."

Alan Baier shook his head, even if he answered, it would take two or three years to come to support, and the regular supply route would probably be blocked by the Red Pirates.

Now that the Moon-class cruisers have been destroyed, can they only be dragged and wait for the troops of the Empire to pass by or the Ministry of War to support them?

He clenched his fists and slammed them on the table, his patience and few good moods vanishing as his hard-won peace and good days were taken away from them again and again.

"Staff officer, write a few more reports and let the Star Whisperer convey them."

The staff officer nodded. "But I don't think this will have much effect, although normally it takes 20-30 times to submit an official response, but at this moment the enemy obviously knows the empire very well."

"I think we should start by arranging a patrol, remember the gift that Lieutenant Colonel Arvada left us?"

Alan Baier rubbed his chin and thought of the mixed-race Katachan that the lieutenant colonel had cultivated before, in fact, Katachan's blood was not DNA, but their attitude to life, so this group of soldiers was called "half-blood".

"Gifts, those soldiers? I promised them that they would return to their hometowns, they were no longer members of the Astral Army, and the psychological problems left by the war were too great, and I watched them unable to sleep peacefully in the sewers and outside the forest, and it was really painful to see them inside. ”

"And I can't go back and let them go back to that terrible battlefield."

The staff officer replied. "That's what they're living for, they know your kindness, but now they're back on the battlefield, I'm approving it"

"Remember, you can never be timid because of morality, Lieutenant Colonel, and use extraordinary means in extraordinary times."

Alan Bair didn't answer, just looked at the sky, to see if the dead Red Pirates were still on his orbit...

War does not stop, like the sea breeze blowing again and again, but it is not comfortable, and it is even full of death.

In the boundless Killing Forest, a group of people returned here with the permission of the staff officer, and Avada's teachings and Katachan's life were submerged in the veins of this group, probably because their birthplace was also a forest, and they quickly accepted the matter of Katachan.

They couldn't understand why Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair Hero regarded their lives as a psychological problem, but they felt relieved when the bronzed, muscular men returned to the forest.

The silent, quiet and terrible slaughterers inherited the bravery and will of the Katachan soldiers who preceded them, and now carry them out in their homeland.

They speak sign language, and even real Katakan people are amazed at their professionalism.

When his captain saw a red shadow in the forest, he used the mechanical structure used by the Katachan warriors before, a small device like the sound of insects, to relay information.

Their tacit understanding is terrifying, and this group of hyenas is more similar to hyenas than the cheetah-like style of the Katachans.

Soon they found their prey, was that a Space Marine? Is that Astarte?

But even then they weren't necessarily afraid, the chaos traitor was apparently left alone for some reason, their blood pumping and adrenaline pumping, especially when they thought they would kill a bastard livestock traitor.

Compared to the aliens, this group of things is even more cheap!

The heat melt exploded, and several people appeared from the forest in an instant, and the Space Marines reacted extremely quickly, dodging the heat melt spray, but their beam carbine hit the monitor in the eye position, and could not hit the enemy.

Soon he was pounced, Superman's physique made it difficult for him to fall, his chainsaw sword roaring, but the Katachan dagger was faster than his knife.

Superman felt his joints tingle and blood draining, and he cried out in a mutated rough voice.

"Die, mortal!" But he couldn't return to the sky, and when Superman's body stopped moving, dozens of forest warriors dragged his body and prepared to report back.

It turns out that the seeds left by Lieutenant Colonel Arvada have taken root, and a year has not stopped the training of this group, and now, this hyena and cheetah hyena hybrid can even kill the demigods!

(End of chapter)