It has been several months since the psionic communication stone was lost in the sea, and the Star Whisperers have no way to face the think tank of the Chaos Traitors, and the soul game in the subspace is always a failure, but in the desperate silence, under the dark light of the void, Karui City still stands.

Even if the magnetic field hinders the communication of the entire world, even if the words of the Star Whisperer cannot be communicated, the city that has survived 20,000 years still exists.

Until the era of human dark technology, this sturdy capital star port has maintained a high-intensity product output capacity.

Riots of civilians appeared in the streets, hunger, fear, worship of traitors and running out of nowhere, and people who believed in the unknown dark gods filled the streets of Karui City.

The heavily armed bailiffs of the Justice Department used their explosive shotguns to break through the flesh of the thugs, and the ground was wet with oppressive and red liquid.

During this time, the whole city was plunged into a nightmare, the evil laughter of the dark gods echoed in the sky, and the fluctuations from the subspace polluted the place, but the sparse population after the war was convenient for the planetary governors to manage, and the nobles rarely joined the rebellion due to duel events.

But John Dern still felt tired, how much energy did it take to control the daily operation of such a large city?

It's unimaginably huge, and even if he hangs his elaborate slogans on the streets and has statues of the emperor molded all over the city, those disgusting cultists will still run out of it for no reason.

And it's all the operation of the Blackheart King, his think tank in the subspace is constantly spreading that evil knowledge, and when John Denn realizes this, the Star Whisperer realizes that something is wrong, and those who have a slight sensitivity to the subspace will "wake up".

And the psionics hidden in the hive capital are its leaders, and those disgusting things who hide in hiding, their bodies have mutated, and now they are the leaders of various evil sects, and continue to spread the gospel.

Even so, the game between the Planetary Governor and the Blackheart King has only just begun, and the evil traitors continue to spread rumors through the weak will of the psionics in the Hive, making the people here suspect that they are not citizens of the Empire, but residents of a rebel colony.

Even if they see Brother Astarte protecting the world, they will still forget most of the truth because of rumors.

And the long-term work and oppression have also made the people at the bottom have a lot of complaints, John doesn't think those people have a good sense of the big picture, he only wants the stupid things to shut up now.

He hadn't understood why the War Department guidelines had made capturing or killing psionics such a high priority, and almost one of the enemies after killing them.

This group of weak people who can see the darkness is full of instability, like bombs planted in his city.

The Inquisition's black ships rarely come here, and the world's sparse population produces psionics that are far from threatening, but now they are stimulated, and the traitors communicate easily enough to seem to ignore physical and distance barriers, but the Empire needs the Star Whisperers to issue codes that are so complex that they require three or four books to proofread, and even crazy divination like astrological images and predictions.

The crazy thought that the world seemed to have natural malice towards humanity flashed through John Denn's mind, and now he understood why his former governor always looked so sad, and perhaps he knew the world as it really was.

But the planetary governor will not fall, and John Deen is now not a liar, not a soldier, not a nobleman, but a man in charge.

He straightened up the Governor's gorgeous clothes, and thought that the world lacked the experience and detection means to capture psykers, and that those cultists were so crazy, he activated the craziest means to solve the matter vigorously.

That is, all the cults that are believed in are tried on the spot by the PDF and the Ministry of Justice, and he gives those departments the greatest authority, and can even try aristocratic families, first beheading and then playing.

The price was the abuse of their abilities and countless deaths by the Ministry of Justice and PDF, but in this situation, there is no other way.

As flags of all colors were raised, John Dern felt a tingling in his heart, and he couldn't bear the stupid guys tarnishing everything he and his comrades had laid down.

"Only betrayal cannot be forgiven." It was the only word he had in the month other than stamping, the one that made the entire department of the city tremble.

Purge, death, the population of Karui City has been reduced by a third in just one month, and the once full nest is now empty, but the living still have to bear the huge supply needs of the Astral Army.

But the effect was also immediate, the chaos and corruption of the entire city dissipated in an instant, and the Blackheart King was surprised to find that in just such a short period of time, the knowledge sent by his psionic think tank actually had no one responding.

He couldn't help but feel that he really underestimated this world, she had now changed her old blood and was full of vitality, and the current King of Black Heart also had wounds that had not yet healed, and it was difficult to take this dark green gem.

The competition between the two kings ended in the void, and although John Deen did not die, he also suffered heavy losses.

In the highest position in this world, in the starport of Karui City, where there has been no news for two months, the once prosperous commercial trade has stagnated, all the ships close to this world have been destroyed by the Destruction Ghost, and the starport has completely ceased operation.

John Denn stood here, looking at his city, and sighed in his heart, he had surpassed the people, but he was hanging here, and he could not scream alone, he only hoped that the dynasty would change as soon as possible, and he could achieve success.

Violence, blood, and force wrapped around his body, and he did anything to win the victory, and now he understands the depravity of the nobles very well, but in his heart he is extremely envious of Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, who is still in the Astral Army.

John Denn lit a cigar, he didn't like it, but now he got used to it, and even loved it.

White smoke puffed out and dispersed in the hot and humid wind, and John Dern watched as the mechanical priest-made array of laser orbital defenses shook to keep the city safe.

And the huge half-moon-class cruiser, the Portero is like a sword of Damocles hanging high overhead.

He wanted to quote Terra's classics, Macbeth or something, but found that he had no ink in his stomach, so he could only say with a wry smile. "his mother, the emperor is above, traitors should be burned to death by the flames!"

A mechanical voice rang out.

"Traitor, make it into a servant for me."

It was someone he hadn't seen in a long time, and John immediately stood up and patted the dust on his body, because she was the only tech person in the world.

"Miss, long time no see."

The mechanical teaching girl adjusts back to the normal human voice and answers. "Yes, it's been a long time, but I still have an estimated 600 Terra years to live, if I haven't perfected it."

"I've come to check out the orbital array here, and I'd like to inform you of something."

John is a little strange that they don't have any interest except for STC, and now they take the initiative to find him?

"What, what is the request of the Cult of the Mechanicus, I, the governor, will definitely fulfill it."

The mechanical goddess replied. "I feel deeply uncomfortable knowing that there is a rebellion caused by psionics here, because my emotions are still there, and I need the world to produce the STC that I have spent many days and months reproducing with all my strength."

"Dark Age Technology, Explosive Weapons Production Line!"

John Denn's cigar fell to the ground, something that many of the Imperial world coveted, and now understood, placed in front of him in the light, the treasure of the Dark Ages, even in Terra, was sought after.

"Explosive weapons? After 30,000 years of unspeakable rebellion, few worlds have been able to produce! Is there anything in our ruins? ”

The girl nodded. "It's not a military version, but it just happens to provide the power of mortal fire, and if it can be mass-produced, hundreds of shots are enough to destroy any enemy."

"The STC has completed the analysis, and the Deflagration Assault Gun is completely enough for mortals to use."

John Deen looked at the burning cigar on the ground, picked it up, wiped his mouthpiece, and continued to smoke, as if trying to calm himself down.

"There are 56 factories that can still be used today, and in addition to civilian production lines, 34 have lathes, all of which are used to produce heat-ray ammunition for deflagration weapons, and if we want to support the war, we should come up with something that can be produced as soon as possible."

"Give me three days, and I will send the first precious ammunition to the front, no matter what, at what cost."

Hearing the Planetary Governor's answer, the Mechanic Girl got up and prepared to leave with him, muttering silently.

"For, Om Messiah..."

Luckily, she didn't see what Alan Bair was doing to the Chimera on the front lines...

But because of the emergence of STC, the whole world is active again, because the production capacity is not high, there is not much ammunition that can be output, and the line for producing deflagration ammunition has become the most popular work line in the entire nest because the working time is only nine hours.

Hundreds of thousands of people were relieved from heavy work, resting and playing in the squares, and three days later, the first precious weapons of deflagration were assembled.

STC has become a booster for the residents of Chaodu, allowing them to see hope, the hope of seeing the prosperity of this world and the hope of making work easier, and it has also become a bargaining chip for the victory of the fourth regiment.

Civilian vans carrying countless ammunition were pulled up by PDF and walked towards the rainforest with meat legs, because they did not have the engine of a vehicle that could operate in the forests of this world.

John Deen walked out of his city, he hadn't felt free for a long time, and now he had taken off his fine clothes, changed into his scarred body armor, took his favorite deflagration gun, and put a bayonet on the muzzle.

The feeling that once filled his body, the taste of hope and vitality made him sincerely grateful for the changes brought about by STC, if it weren't for his physical mortality, he might have joined the Mecha.

Thinking so, he commanded several rickshaws through the gloomy forest trail that had barely been driven out during this time...

But at this moment, on the front line, Alan Baier, who didn't know anything about the situation in the rear, entered the transformed Chimera, looking at the dark rainforest in the distance, and there was no fear in his heart.

"I, Lieutenant Colonel and Commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady, Alan Bair, to all members of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady, our decisive battle is about to begin, may the Emperor's light shine on us, and the defilement of our world by those traitors will end here."

"In this long war, there are people who have defeated the most terrible green-skinned orcs with me, some people have lost their brothers in the confrontation with traitors, and it is not good or beautiful to be a new soldier transformed into a veteran, blood and fire forge us like a furnace."

"We are invincible, but those who betray the empire are extremely vulnerable, since the end of the last battle, those who licked their wounds have retreated, and the Katachan team reported that in the direction of 189, about five kilometers, is the enemy's base area."

"Eradicate the enemy, eradicate heresy, and let the light shine on Gondeva VI and shine on this sector."

"Again, I, the commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Cadiz, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, sincerely plead, all men, live."

The communicator hung up, and then there was silence, a long silence, no cheers, no exclamations, only the sound of military boots stepping on the ground, the sound of thunder, and 20,000 people stepped firmly into the forest with a unified pace.

They will die, they are mortals, they are stupid, short-lived, and not very knowledgeable, but they are better than steel, better than superman, because they are the Hammer of the Empire, the Astral Army, the Imperial Guard, the Fourth Infantry Regiment of Skady, the ones who protect their second homeland, and the heroes who slaughter traitors and defeat the Greenskins!

And in the camp of the traitors, Wyngar, tired from training his brother for days, woke up from a nightmare, and his nap was still not long, because he dreamed that the silver star shone high on his body, and he felt a tingle and shame.

He awoke violently from his dormant chamber, his armor sinking into the wall because he couldn't control his strength, he gasped, but instead of a thirst for blood, he felt fear.

"How is that possible, what is it? Those mortals? ”

He looked at the sky, but the beautiful cloudless day had made him feel even worse, and he called to his servant and asked him to recite filthy hymns in praise of the gods of chaos that he now worshipped.

But he still couldn't calm the feeling, he could smell it, it was the smell of war, and he might fail?

Psionics? Subspace? Prophecy? Neither...

Finally his mind was fixed on the dream of the silver sun.

"The Emperor? My lord? As soon as he said those two words, he felt his chest burn and his breath could not breathe, as if he had been grabbed by his throat.

But he quickly got up. "I'm out of the Empire, you can't control my fate, damn it... Damn, False Emperor... Puppet Emperor... Underdog! ”

Weak, his blond hair strewn all over the ground, he staggered to the camp's evil eight-pointed star sign, something made of countless mortal bodies, evil, depraved, flesh and bones everywhere.

He knelt on one knee, feeling a lot of relief in his chest, but the thick electromagnetic sound sounded.

"Vyngar, do you feel it too?"

Why did the visitor ask, because he also felt it, it was a huge walking mech, with a black-and-red livery and a huge heat-ray gun, and the melee arm that was once called the Fist of the Empire had become the claws of Chaos.

Hymns were attached to the mech, clearly recording how many compatriots and brothers had been slaughtered by this killing weapon.

Wyngar gasped and stopped. "Yes, it's you, Elder—" he still kept the phrase he had used to say when he was in the warband, and to Daring Do he was called an elder, because the warriors in this machine might be as old as this warband.

The dreadnought simply looked at the eight-pointed star shrine and said to the metallic voice of his descendant. "You are about to go through the most terrible war of your life, you have never experienced such a feeling, because the enemy you are dealing with has not been noticed by real power."

"If you don't want your soul to burn under the flames of the puppet emperor after death, now, get ready to defeat them!"

Today the old book card is exhausted

I watched the boy's women's clothing video for a day, which is not nutritious...

(End of chapter)