The unremarkable garden world of the Empire has burned with countless battles, victories or defeats, deaths and carnages that have been with the galaxy for a long time.

The rainforest was filled with the smell of gunsmoke, and the guerrilla warfare of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi had been going on for several days, when the three Chimera armored vehicles drove into the forest abnormally, the roar of the imperial engine crushed the innocent greenery, and the soldiers appeared in order, and the Katachan lurking in the forest, the elite troops revealed their silent and deadly bodies.

"Captain Katachan, Norcon, report to you, Lieutenant Colonel!"

He performed the Aquila salute, his muscles swollen, his murderous intent filled, the twisted skulls of the betrayers hung all over the temporary camps of the Katakchans, and the weapons and their skins were adorned to represent the merits of the Katakchans' victories after victory.

After the terrible Crimson Giant killed Katachan's companion, he had been planning revenge for today for a long time.

Alan Baier didn't sympathize with those things, he just patted the strong and flavorful captain on the shoulder. "Well done, well done, now send the surrounding deployment of the enemy camp, the enemy's troops, and the scan of the bird meter to my personal tablet."

"For the sake of the Emperor, his light shines on you, by the way, how is the black sheep I mentioned fighting?"

The captain replied. "Yes, it's going well, several traitors have started trying to communicate with us, but we haven't answered."

Alan Bair said, looking into the distance of the dark forest. "I don't care what they do, the point is to bury the glory that belongs to the emperor, and then destroy the traitors when they are exhausted."

"Now, all the staff rest, pay attention to concealment, and start the offensive operation in two hours, the enemy has defensive works and heavy cover, and I am afraid that there will be no shortage of explosive shells, and we have no artillery support, and priority is given to sniper warfare around the enemy."

"Call the best marksmanship in each company, one beam carbine per person, only hit the Chaos Servants troops, and the Space Marines support will be evacuated immediately, be careful not to be exposed to the range of the explosive projectile."

"The others stay hidden and rest."

This is already quite outrageous theater command for the Empire, and in the absence of artillery fire, no armor, and no orbital superiority, most Imperial officers will give up on uprooting Chaos and choose to wait.

Because the siege efficiency of the infantry is too poor, unless they are beings who are not afraid of death.

And Alan Baier was well aware of this, in the dense forest, the beams of light streaked through the air, hitting the mortal troops of the traitors, the alloy defenses of Gao Song, the flawed neighbors, the interlaced bomb positions, and the hidden veterans were not found.

The terrain of Gondelva VI is a nightmare for the Chaos Traitors, and there is no doubt that when watching their teammates suddenly fall and they chaotically shoot the forest with explosive bombs, only to get more deaths, the chaos of emotions and fear breeds among the traitors.

Although the Chaos Renegades had never been very concerned about attrition, and soon new gunmen were on the way up again, they soon realized that there were real killers in the ferns.

Three hours, a full three hours of guerrilla sniper warfare made mortal minions dare not step into the defenses again, but once the Space Marines appeared, they would find that the place was already empty.

This is the difference between recruits and veterans, and many times it is not that the Imperial commanders do not want to use such tactics, but that the recruits are not able to meet such tactical needs.

Command loyalty, obedience, reflexes, hits, grasp of killing, inner emotions, and other elements are stacked together to complete the plan of the demigod with the current mortal body.

Vingar, the former red-blooded angel, is very dissatisfied with the current situation, he has completely lost hope in mortals, those weak and powerless beings are useless, just a group of straw bales of waste, except to shine the shoes of the Space Marines brothers, they can only wipe the deck.

But he couldn't get out, because the bunker was the only possibility for the Space Marines to defeat those Imperial Guards, and if he went out, in the face of the forest and the darkness, Superman wouldn't necessarily be much stronger than those ordinary people.

The 4th Infantry Regiment of Cadiz is like a nightmare in the hearts of traitors, and the Space Marines have only anger and murderous intent for them, but mortals have a lot of fear for this god-like army, and even... Adore?

The seeds had been planted, and Alan Baier looked at the coffee he had just brewed, a mess, but he didn't care, he drank it in one gulp, it tasted sweet compared to the pain on the battlefield.

The feeling of excitement, the secretion of dopamine, and the power of caffeine swelled in his body.

"All members of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi obeyed the order, approached the enemy's position, and according to my tactics, divided into four large groups to surround the enemy camp, divided the firepower of the Space Marines, and relied on the transformation of the Chimera as a cover, and slowly advanced."

"Sappers, get ready explosives, we pry open the enemy's fortress!"

The radio conveyed the emperor's wrath, and the storm was coming, and the traitors felt the hot wind blowing in the forest on the defensive works, and it was even a little cold.

The renegades were defended by a 15-meter-tall blast-resistant bunker made of concrete and a small amount of Erdman alloy and clay steel, the sponge-like structure filled it with space for a buffer of power, and their endurance to impact was much worse.

The Chimera can reach full speeds of up to 90 km/h, but the muddy ground of this world is holding it back, and when the traitors realize this, the snipers have cleared the watchtower sentries and the heavy bombs have been cleared by the Imperial Guard.

But there was no resistance, the dark forest was illuminated by the light of the Lumencies, the high-brightness of the lighthouse saw the Chimera and the main force clearly, and with its help, countless plasma, beams, and explosive bombs roared at Alan Baier's troops.

Alan Bair drove the Chimera, but there was no way to resist, and the bullets slowly killed his soldiers.

And at this moment, something abrupt happened, the enemy's lumen tower was suddenly blown up, and in the darkness, Alan Baier, who was the commander of the A-point assault, realized that what he had buried had blossomed.

Vincent, the loyalist, looked at his hands tremblingly, he killed someone, he didn't care, but the other mortal servants could see clearly, the arrogant Lumens Tower was suddenly blown up, and now ordinary people couldn't even see the Imperial Guards running out of the dark forest.

But they saw the badge on Vincent's chest again, he was the conductor, why was that?

Vincent looked at the ruins of the Lumens Tower and spoke to the mutated Chaos traitors. "Space marines? Gods of Chaos? Do you think those things really care about you? ”

He lifted the arm of a mortal who was close to him and lifted his skin, the disgusting mutations of chaos and the moist skin sickness of this world making his arm almost fester, flesh churning out and dripping with juice.

"No, don't! Sir! What did you do?! My arm can't be seen! He was ashamed, like a little girl, completely feeling that his lesion was wrong, and if others found out about it, he would definitely reject him, so that he could not stop here, and then be killed.

Because the disease is certainly contagious, and it is very bad.

He was in pain, but what he had been hiding was exposed so publicly!

Vincent just ripped off his arm, and his flesh and blood were blurred!

"This is the gift of the gods, the gift of war!"

He took off his uniform again, revealing the purple bruise, and he pointed to his ribs. "Three days ago, my master called it."

Then there is the abdomen. "Four days ago, I didn't know Space Marine!"

Then he put on his clothes. "You too, don't you? Those who pretend to be their gods, high up and defy us..."

"We are maggots, stupid people, betrayed the Empire, and now that our souls have nowhere to rest, do you really think the Chaos Gods will care about us?"

"When we grow old physically, our compatriots return to the throne, and we float in the endless twisted void of subspace."

"This is your loyalty, this is your faith, this is your persistence!"

There are not many mortals left in the camp, they can sense that something is wrong, but they no longer have the courage to resist, and they dare not resist, the gods are powerful, and the space marines are beyond all physical existence.

But, how can mortals only be slaughtered by others?

And when the Chimera's impact came to the wall, the loud sound and the cracking wall brought Vingar back to his senses, and he was surprised that his mortal minions had not informed him of the situation.

He walked out of his command room, only to see the Space Marines and their servants in the camp in a battle, mortals with bombs in charge of their masters, and some people pointing bombs at them.

The eight-pointed star altar he once worshipped was smashed to pieces, the crimson giant, the anger could not be suppressed, the elders (dreadnought mechas) were still resting, the war was about to break out, and those mortals were on the verge of rebellion?

Fortunately, his most loyal former guard was still on his knees, taking out protein fast and stimulants.

"My lord, use it, and then kill those who are disobedient!"

Wayne Gar breathed a sigh of relief, he was still a worthy master, unlike those stupid guys, his charisma had conquered his servants, and now he was going to wipe the ass of his stupid brothers and face the damn Imperial Guards!

He took the supplies and prepared to send them to his mouth, but Chaos gave him a superhuman sixth sense, and he frowned instantly, crushing them into powder and stuffing them into his servant's mouth and nose.

After a few moments, the guard struggled to tremble on the ground, his mouth spitting out a white membrane, and his eyes bleeding blood, but he stared at him deadly, chanting a faint and inaudible voice that he would not have heard clearly if it weren't for the fact that Vyngar was a Space Marine.

But he didn't want to hear it clearly, because his most "loyal" servant, before he died, sang a hymn in praise of the puppet emperor with all his strength!

Vingar felt his heart, all of them, tremble, what kind of ecstasy did those damn Imperial Guards give their servants?

He trampled on the body of his iron guard, and the weight of the Space Marine was like a hydraulic press pressed against the flesh and blood for ordinary people, poof, snap, and turn into a ball, and his loyalty and steadfastness were never seen again.

Wyngar raised his bomb and smashed the heads of the mortals one by one. "All the staff obeyed the order, gathered near the command room, we built our own defense project, the elders will wake up in a few minutes, all the war brothers, gather!"

In a word, hundreds of space marines, terrifying forces that are enough to crush countless worlds gather here like beasts smelling blood.

They used corpses and iron, tattered engineering bunkers to pile up enough to hide, and the loyal traitors, the sarcastic ones, the Space Marines who had been suppressed by the fire, were slain clean.

Vincent watched the people around him fall without the slightest fear, and his heart was filled with light as he listened to the sound of the Imperial guards breaking through the walls behind him.

"Emperor, I am a lost man, a wretched lamb, who once hoped to be a hero, and then wanted everything, but I was wrong, I had nothing but my weak will, my lowly faith."

"When I realized who truly loved mankind, I was lost, my lord, I know that those who are with me are stupid, as weak as I am and do not know it, but the life you have given is worthwhile, and now we give everything we have in the hope that our souls will return to the throne!"

He lifted a stalk of plasma dropped by the traitor and ran and shot as fast as he could, and although he had military training, he only stayed in an extremely shallow situation, but his target was not the place of the Chaos Space Marines, but a tactical squad that was being assembled.

It was where his master was, the nightmare that pulled him astray, the nightmare that he believed in the emperor and queen could not overcome.

When he shot to attract the attention of those people, his master immediately saw Vincent's presence, and he shouted in a thick voice. "Vincent, you, what are you doing?!"

Vincent wore the double eagle badge of the representative of the empire on his chest, the rank of a soldier who used to be a soldier, and the rusty thing also hung on his chest, the plasma was constantly heating, relying on the cover of the chaotic battlefield, he actually narrowed the distance, and there were still fifty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...

Then the bomb instantly slammed into his chest, stagnate his entire body and shatter his internal organs.

Vincent shouted with all his strength. "Forgive us, O my lord!" Throw the last ten meters or so with your own hands.

Space marines can definitely be broken with guns, broken in mid-air, but they suddenly saw a dazzling light, under the dark forest, saw the sun, their eyes could not be opened, most of the superhuman abilities were sealed, and all this, who gave it to them, who took it away, who took it away!

The traitor Space Marine couldn't help but shout. "God Emperor!"

Moments later, the plasma exploded like a star, and the intense heat crippled the formidable Space Marine...

And Vincent's soul also returned to the throne of silence.

He was ragged and unbearable, walking on the ethereal path of subspace, he was empty and confused, but he suddenly saw the appearance of Terra.

He hadn't been here, but he knew it, on the Golden Throne, the nine primordials who had fought with demons were lined up beside the God Emperor one after another, and golden light sprinkled in every corner of the palace.

Billions of people worship on the long staircase, but everyone is almost intimate with the God Emperor.

The apparition of the silver sun, the lord of men, the skeleton, the man, the Buddha, the crown of thorns shook in front of Vincent, and finally turned into the gentlest person in his consciousness, his father.

"Welcome back, my child."

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If anyone can summarize the three basic theorems of the warhammer, it must be war. Faith. Betrayal, mortals and all the existence of this world are struggling and tumbling in it, but if traitors can be lost, if brothers no longer turn against each other, the emperor will be willing to forgive them, but the world is not clear, they are numbed by hatred, but only a guy like Vincent sees the true mercy, the mercy of death.

But the war isn't over yet, the Chimera breaks through the walls, the mortal defenses turn into a ridiculous joke, and the Chaos Space Marines watch out for the Imperial Guard.

Alan Baier looked at the corpse-strewn scenery here, and he had no emotion in his heart, he just commanded his soldiers and used the Chimera to carry out the infantry coordination.

He wants to avenge his fellow citizens, including those who died here.

It's an unrealistic fairy tale, but in the last few decades of the dark 40 millennia, anything good is worth mourning, but the Blackhearts don't care about the mortals, and they don't really lose anything to the Space Marines.

Note, however, that learning from one's past sins is not the way to wash away one's sins, but to bear one's own sins.

(End of chapter)