The gods laughed, fate was on the line, the Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment was under the attention of the Blackheart King, the world could not escape the fate of falling, when Huron asked the psionic on the ship to cancel the spell, the world's damn magnetic field reappeared, but this thing was one of the few good things, and the failure of the detection equipment made the jungle a terrible place again.

That's right, the disappearance of the magnetic field is not because of the explosion at all, but the need for the King of Blackheart to monitor the battlefield, this game is at the beginning of his mastery of all, Superman's Space Marine, Terminator, Think Tank, Armored Forces, Orbital Bombing ability, he is a player with full cheats, and his opposite, just a group of ordinary people.

But the attack slowed down, and while his Terminator wasn't afraid of the heroic soldiers of the Skadi 4th Infantry Regiment, the Space Marines couldn't, and no team of Space Marines dared to risk playing peek-a-boo with the terrifying melters of the forest.

If the magnetic field is fine, the forest can be detected using the ornith, but now Huron's think tanks have to stop casting spells to relieve the pressure on their heads.

Huron could have bombarded the forest, but he knew that any resource was his treasure, and the annihilation of the Imperial Guard was already a sure thing, and he only needed to wait for the psionics to rest and let the troops below open the ornithography scanning area to conquer the world.

The game was unfair from the start, whether it was the Think Tank or the Dreadnought, or the Terminator and heavy Marauder tanks or Rand tanks, and other weapons, appeared on the battlefield and the 4th Infantry Regiment would be wiped out.

Now that two months had passed since the war, but the situation was never getting better, Alan Baier's troops were huddled in the forest, and he looked at the miserable situation of more than 10,000 people in the Fourth Regiment now, and his heart was even more painful.

He didn't know how much time was going to go, but fighting positional battles with the Space Marines was just looking for death, and 20,000 loyal souls were exchanged for the deaths of 120 Space Marines, and the battle damage ratio was indescribable.

But he knew that this was already a rare victory in the history of the empire.

Until the warm wind calmed him down, the forest he was once unaccustomed to was now his safest hometown, the lieutenant colonel looked at the swaying leaves in the teacup, he was confused, but this confusion was quickly broken.

The staff officer wiped his hat burned by the heat and reported to Alan Bair. "There's reinforcement coming, it's the Planetary Governor!"

Alan Baier wanted them to leave, after all, no matter how many people died in the current battle, he heard the next sentence.

"They brought ammunition for explosive weapons."

Bombs? Deflagration?! This dark techno-era armament can definitely penetrate the armor of the Space Marines and the armor of the Terminator, and now there are explosive weapons in the team that can arm a company, and if a squad has one, then it is not impossible to win.

"Where? In there? He stood up, impatiently, his boots treading over the dirt, cutting through a few forests, and walking toward where the staff officer had pointed.

When he saw the team of about 5,000 people, the Planet Governor and the veterans who had been incorporated into the PDF were wearing ill-fitting body armor, their former ranks were hung on their chests, they were among the ten thousand survivors of the Orc War who chose to leave the service, most of them had children and families.

John Deen looked at his boss. "Boss, Skady 3rd Infantry Regiment, all hands are here."

Alan Baier pursed his lips, and with perseverance collected the "sweat" from his eyes, and they walked through the forest, the road was long, just as it was when they first went to war, with the same light of hope and victory.

"Are you sure?"

Mr. John asked. "What's the uncertainty?"

Alan Bair said. "You have a family, a lover, your own business, and you should not waste your life on war."

"John, remember your fiancée?"

"The non-commissioned officer in the back, I remember that I had a wedding wine at your wedding at the beginning of last year."

"Ah, private, you used to call me sir, and the child was just born, didn't you?"

John Deen laughed. "We are for our own family, our family, our own world, and there is no reason for the Imperial Guard to work hard outside, and PDF is waiting for death in the same place."

He took out a bag of energy batteries from the van. "Kill those traitors with a heat ray, boss, just like you did when you killed those orcs."

Then he turned and shouted to all the members of the PDF. "Veterans, this group of recruits really can't fight, we lie in the forest and fight with the orcs, they are still eating starch blocks in the nest!"

"Let them see how we fight!"

Five thousand loyal soldiers shouted. "For the Emperor! For the Empire! ”

Their weapons are definitely no worse than the Imperial Guard, but Alan Baier has decided that they will be the main army compared to the remaining recruits!

When the supplies and veterans arrived at the current camp, the veterans who were still serving in the Astral Army also forgot the pain of losing their comrades for a moment, stood up to greet them, shook hands, exchanged hats with each other, or took out the dog tags of their comrades that they had carried, and talked about how Old Joe, Old Enga, left.

The recruits had a hard time fitting in, and the second lieutenant asked Alan Baier in surprise. "Lieutenant Colonel, who are they?"

Alan Bair replied. "They are heroes, heroes of this world, if you have ever seen a huge orc mecha like a mountain collapse, you will understand how powerful humans are."

"Okay, everyone, open the cans at night, the veterans eat the ant cows, just leave some Golo meat for the recruits!"

The little jokes in the group made those old fritters laugh, and some people said. "That's right, those recruits will kill themselves when they open cans!"

"Do they still hear from the Anglican priest that orcs are those things with empty muscles?"

"Hahaha, boss, do you have any wine?"

Alan Baier squeezed his shoulder. "Staff officer, is that okay?"

The staff officer sighed. "Okay, okay, only today you can drink in the war zone, and the rest of the time will show me, all corporal punishment!"

The soldiers shouted. "For Amset!"

When the aroma of wine is accompanied by the solidified cow ant grease, the dagger is first inserted into the can and cut everywhere, and the veteran shows the recruit how to kill the parasites that may still exist in the can, the parasites that can kill you!

Someone pulls out a poker card and wants to win something from the novices, and someone shows them their mechanical prosthetic leg and talks about how it was ripped off by the orcs.

This is how the replacement of the old and the new is carried out, this is also one of the few romantic and warm things in the Astral Army, all the guards of the Imperial Guard are a family, even if the world is different and the ideals are different, as long as it is under the light of the God Emperor and the honor of the Star Torch, the Imperial Guard will not collapse.

What makes it interesting is that those low-class people in the nest capital were once forced to enlist in the army, but now they can educate the real PDF born, regular Astral Army group.

War can change a person, a group of people, a world, a star sector, a galaxy, or even an entire universe...

But only the light of humanity will shine in the dark 40th millennium, and only the light of the emperor will shine next to humanity, like a lamp.

But compared to the Astral Army, the relationship between the old and the new on the side of the Chaos Space Marines is much harder, and the Terminators do not have respect for the troops that were almost annihilated by mortals, they are more likely to chat with fearless veterans who have been sleeping for many years, but even so, there is little dialogue between them.

As for the Space Marines, they can only pay tribute to those who existed when the Star Claws were established, but their arrogance has sown the seeds of unhappiness in their hearts.

Vingar is an outsider, a recruit (compared to the Terminator), who was rescued by the master of Huron, and who did not want to come into this world without the request of the Blackheart King.

The veterans all thought so, compared to the one in the dreadnought, it was really rare to be gentle, after all, he was the instructor in charge of recruit training before he sat down.

There is not much inclusion in the Star Marines warband, let alone the Chaos Space Marines warband, there is no respect without victory, they are empty-eyed, and when they see those Imperial Guards fleeing for their lives in embarrassment, they have already labeled those mortals as waste.

After all, it was difficult to make this group of terrible traitors who had dealt with countless aliens and other warband brothers also have the slightest wariness of unknown mortal troops, or even mortal troops without armored support.

Unless it's the words of the King of the Black Heart, but isn't Huron arrogant? He thought he could control everything that was happening in this world, and he thought that he could take over this world with a large number of vehicles, think tanks, veterans, and orbital bombardment, so he asked Vingar to come down to train his troops, which caused such a huge loss.

But Huron would not admit it, and his plan did succeed quite a bit, but the decisive generals were still undecided, and as long as they did not take the forest, they could never be sure of victory.

For a week, this is the day when the psionics once again perform the magnetic field interference ritual, and for a week, this is the day when the real decisive battle takes place.

Mutated bodies, eye-wrenching starlingers, and disgusting think tanks gathered in front of the eight-pointed star of the ship's burning human oil candle lamp.

The whispers of the gods, the surging of psionic powers, there is a price for them to use witchcraft, but those costs are even more gifts in the eyes of the mad, the two mouths make his words faster, the spells are accurate, and the four eyes make him read quickly, and his eyes are like torches.

Eight psionic beings, eight directions, the spiritual energy of the subspace is poured in, silently tearing apart the magnetic field of this world, this forest, these interferences, are all obstacles to the forces of chaos, which is also the will of the planet of Gondeva VI, the will of loyalty.

When the Terminators sensed something was wrong, they noticed that the communication became clear, and the armored orniths were sharper, and they walked towards the forest, and the other Space Marines noticed the situation, and the traitors looked at their commander, Vyngar.

The former crimson was born to look at the dark forest. "Go in, brothers, exterminate those mortals, and we will win, and sacrifice our gods with the blood of countless mortals in the planetary capitals of this world!"

The filthy chaotic language speaks of the fate of humanity in this world, where only the Imperial Guard will always hold the lifeblood of the people, and there are only two choices for humanity in this dark universe, fight and die.

For the Terminators, the pitch-black forest is like daylight, mutated organs and superhuman implants make it impossible for anything to escape, and the orniths are constantly constructing the map around them.

If this was a game, they would have opened the whole picture hanging, how could those mortal bodies kill the gods?

Forests, hollows, fallen leaves, or rocks and even flowers and trees can be seen clearly, and the Terminators are all covered in the Empire's most elite technology, and they work in groups of three, as if they were one person, supporting each other and matching each other seamlessly.

No one in this dark universe can defeat them, and even if the gods come, they will have to let the Chaos Terminators peel off their skin before leaving!

"345, one."

"248 a."

"Fourteen, one."

"The bird chart report is accurate and the signal is good."

"Shoot, brother."

Bang bang bang tongue of fire burst out, blood mist erupted in the forest, and the lurking mortals had just pulled their guns and returned to the throne, Ellan Baier of the command listened to the sound on the radio and gritted his teeth.

"Codename" Sniper ", move! ”

Death is not meaningless, even if the demigods come, in front of the third regiment of the Astral Army Cadiz, even if your Chaos Gods come, you will have to pay the price to move the emperor's currency again!

The beam of the deflagration weapon exploded, and the three Terminators reacted instantly, the heat rays grazed their cheeks, leaving marks on the terrible Grim Reaper's face, and the crimson flesh was completely deducted, if it weren't for the superhuman reflexes, the Terminators would have lost one.

And the three-point line, the position of the three is to let the Terminator get to the position of this heat ray gun, and why can't the bird meter detect it?

Because it was not a human possession of a weapon, it was covered with a thick layer of concrete, with only the muzzle of the gun exposed, and the remote control button and the simplest thickened concrete to hinder the detection of the bird.

And this principle can also be used on real people, but the kind of bunker is too big and will be directly discovered, and the orniths will detect that the internal structure is not clear when it encounters a 2-meter-thick substance, and the outside of the bunker is very much like a rock, and it is the arrogance of the terminator that makes them hurt.

If those supermen are vigilant and move forward, the superhuman senses can definitely detect that something is wrong.

Eventually, wisdom, sacrifice, and enemy arrogance made up the plan, and the Terminator veteran touched his cheek with an incredulous expression.

But he soon realized that if there was a trap, there must be a second!

But it was too late, and his brother raised his Tempest Blaster and smashed the Honorable Deflagration Weapon, and the concrete fortress was buried under the fuse of the recharged version of the mine, a hot melt mine!

A violent hot melt explosion erupted, and this design was just because in order not to be detected by the ornith, the mines were buried enough to be two meters, so that those Space Marines could not feel it at all, but they could not be detonated when buried in the ground, not even remotely, so let them detonate themselves!

If that little watchtower is destroyed, the lead will feel broken, and an instantaneous electromagnetic will be emitted, causing the anti-armor mine buried two meters underground to explode!

The guy who fired the gun was swallowed by the magma ground in an instant, and even the Terminator armor couldn't withstand a hot melt explosion at close range!

But the other two Terminators reacted extremely quickly and teleported away from the target location in an instant, and the Terminator Captain, the one with a broken cheek, couldn't help but curse. "Bastard! This group of astral troops is outrageous! ”

He has never been so embarrassed even in the face of loyal space marines, the forest, the ground, it seems that there are traps everywhere!

And just after the teleportation is over, even a Space Marine will need to look at the neighborhood for a moment to determine where he has been.

But a moment later, the orniths sounded a violent alarm, what trap? It's attack time for the Hammer of the Empire!

Five hundred deflagration guns peeked out in the forest, three hundred hot melts glowed, and thousands of beam carbines at a distance to vaporize those terminators into slag, and the trees spoke before the veterans returned to the gods. "Shoot all!"

The bright light shone on the entire woodland, and there were no cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, only the entire clearing, which had been gasified by the emperor's anger, was clean.

Wyngar looked at the communicator, where the three veterans had lost contact and froze.

They shouldn't seem to have landed, they should have stayed on the ship and prayed for those mortals to die of old age!

"All retreat, there are people in the forest!"

Horror hot melt people, what bulls, ghosts, snakes, gods, hot melts, can't get it, just do it again

(End of chapter)