Several Chimera armored vehicles drove along the endless coast, and the Skadi 4th Regiment only escorted them to the vicinity of the fortress, which was once used as a mining world for transportation and basically had no mountains for transportation, the mountains were hollowed out, and the holes that were inconvenient for transportation were filled, but the vast ocean of this world was dug by the Empire.

It's hard to imagine that the golden sand beach in front of you and the gentle breeze in the garden world were no atmospheric places a hundred years ago, and the world transformation technology of the titanium people has reached an incredible point.

What is even more incomprehensible is that the endless blue ocean in front of you was dug up by the Empire...

The beauty of this world today may also be regarded as a "cooperation" between two races?

Then the staff officer's words interrupted Alan Bair's thoughts with the hum of the Chimera's engine. "Commander, what if this is a trap?"

Alan Bair replied. "Of course, if I were a Titanium, I would have devised a trap like this, where a few Imperial traitors would pretend to be the Astral Army, then cower inside a restored Imperial facility, and then kill us in the Plains when we get close."

"After pretending to be an accident and an accident, the 4th Skadi Regiment, which lost its regimental commander and staff officer, was leaderless, and finally accepted the concept of the good way."

The staff officer was frightened by the idea, but it was definitely something that the blue skins would do, in his eyes, titanium and orcs were just a man who liked to talk and a man who liked to do it directly, and he liked the latter even more in comparison.

"Then why are you still going?"

Alan Bair said something a little naïve, but full of reasonable motives. "Because the Emperor's people may be there, aren't we the Astral Army living for this?"

"If I had to choose between keeping the hundreds of millions of loyal souls of a world and getting a beautiful garden world, I would not hesitate to choose the former."

"Staff, the most precious thing in this world has never been the material, but the human spirit, which is something that all existence in this world covets, on the contrary, the empire is vast, and any material existence you can imagine is in this vast galaxy, but there are never enough loyalists."

"If those people are really the emperor's followers, the people of the empire, the Skadi 4th Infantry Regiment should pull them out of the alien world, from this seemingly beautiful hell to the real hell, but in the real hell, the human soul has a place to go."

The staff officer didn't answer, he drove intently, the bird beeping echo, scanning everything he could find, it was eerily quiet, as if everything in titanium had stopped here, creatures, birds, forests had taken over the ground, and then there was the unpleasant smell of promethium and the sound of gears characteristic of Imperial equipment.

"Damn, this smell is definitely from the Imperials..."Alan Baier couldn't help but comment, it smelled similar to the nest.

The staff officer had to nod his head, for he had seen in the distance, the dense pitch-black castle, the heavy alloy metal, several blaster barrels and logging guns standing in the shooting holes.

But this is not a particularly powerful stronghold, it should be said that the Mechonia order will be bombed to the point that only a courtyard remains, and even the Mechonidu-style bell and golden gears are only half-there, and a faint void shield looms on it, and there is no shortage of anti-orbital beams.

"No wonder those blueskins can't take this place, the oil guy always keeps the good stuff in his own house." Alan Baier looked at the place in amazement.

"Captain, what do you call the mechanical priests?" The staff officer snapped his ears to make sure he hadn't heard him wrong.

"Oil guys, that's what I call them in private." Alan Bair replied unconcernedly.

The staff officer nodded. "Appropriate, how can it be so appropriate!"

"Alright, get down to business." Alan Bair turned on the communicator.

"Second Lieutenant, put up our regimental flag, and then open the sentry to keep the firing range and question with the Imperial Guard's radio frequency." Alan Bair ordered, the second lieutenant grimacing.

"Why do I do everything?" The second lieutenant sat in the narrow cockpit of the Sentinel Mecha, the whole person was curled up, his head drooped on the observation hole, he was used to driving in such a position for a long time, he could have serious spinal problems when he got old...

The second lieutenant turned on the communicator. "Sentinel team, get to work, turn on the safety of the cluster beam gun, try to maneuver as much as possible, if the other side shoots, we will immediately go into the distance."

"Report to the regiment commander after determining the radio and the will to communicate on the other side, and it will be over."

Moments later, three walkers carrying the most sophisticated gyroscopes in the Empire left the bunker, the roar of the servos and the clattering of the mechanical structure, and this was definitely not full coverage, it even had observation holes similar to those of armored vehicles, and even "convertibles" for individual engineering units.

But this is also the best armor that the infantry regiment can come up with, and the one at the front of the three sentries is the second lieutenant's mount, which at the moment is carrying the flag of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady and constantly emitting radio frequencies.

In the fortress, a brown-haired woman who looks like an Imperial officer rises from the Titanium's mechanical creation, and she is retrieving the machinery, which shows how stretched the Imperial Guard is after leaving the Empire's supplies, and even the beam guns in their hands are rail-mounted rifles draped in beam gun shells.

"Correspondent, our two-hundred-year-old Imperial communicator has moved?" She looked in disbelief at the communicator in front of her who was scrambling to operate a radio he had barely touched in his life.

"Captain, yes, it moves! We've been discovered by the Imperial Guard, O God-Emperor! "The correspondent shed tears, they seemed to be wearing the uniforms of the Imperial Guard, but in fact, it was not difficult to find that their bulletproof armor was cut and pulled out of the combat uniforms of the warriors of the Fire Clan of the Titanium Empire...

It can be said that in addition to looking like the Imperial Guard, the spirit is the Imperial Guard, and there is no trace of equipment from the Empire, trapped in the alien world for three hundred years, what a strong will and faith can make the emperor's light last for three generations?

The woman, known as the Captain, swept away all the mess of titanium machinery on the table, even ignoring the sharp blades cutting through her palms, and gripped their modified titanium communicator with scarlet fingers.

"Empire, come and pick us up! The Emperor is above, they are coming... Here it comes... "The Imperial Guard doesn't cry, they're definitely not the Imperial Guard, but choked voices keep coming out of the remnants of the Mechonist's fortress.

They did not choose to become the Titanium Alliance, nor did they die in the war, but became the most confused people in the world, but the correspondent quickly replied. "I... Won't use it... It's old, and while we scrub it every day, expect it to make a sound every day, and even anything on it we haven't changed, but... It's been a long time. ”

Then the woman wiped her tears. "Major, Major Jayne must know that he can't come, call the engineering department, and carry the whole table and all the things of this equipment!"

The communicator immediately turned on the communicator, and almost instantly, the order was given, and dozens of people carried the entire heavy imperial command communication equipment on their backs, as if they were carrying their own mothers, and the communicator kept making sounds.

"Skady 4th Infantry Regiment, Skady 4th Regiment, Imperial Guard Lieutenant Colonel, Alan Bair's troops are asking for a call, loyalists who are still holding out, go home."

"Skady 4th Infantry Regiment, Skady 4th Regiment, Imperial Guard Lieutenant Colonel, Alan Bair's troops are asking for a call, loyalists who are still holding out, go home."

The men with the equipment on their backs wept silently, and they quickened their pace to the deepest part of the fortress, the heavy metal gates slowly opening and the gears creaking.

And this position was clearly used as a headquarters, with a clutter of wires, a worn-out tactical map that seemed to be hundreds of years old, drawing the surface of the world when it was still a mining world, and countless staff officers stood up and saluted the Aquila to the members of the engineering department who came in, or what they had brought with them.

And the commander-in-chief here is a gray-haired old man, his body is almost shriveled, like a mummy, and the transformation of the machinery allows him to continue to live, but the transformation of the young service is not maintained by the Imperial Mechanical Sect, he has long been a candle in the wind.

The military uniform was large and wide, and the military uniform of the colonel-level officer of the empire looked so heavy that it was going to crush the old man, and the glittering badge on his chest made people feel even more dazzling.

The female captain shouted. "Jayne. Major Nocht, recipient of the Order of Steadfast Steps, was awarded the Heart of the Crown Medal at Cindysos, and the Crimson Skull. ”

"Our Commander-in-Chief, the Empire has come to pick us up, but stupidly we have forgotten any communications, please..."

The old man in his twilight years listened to the sizzling electromagnetic sound of the communicator and the calls inside, and he trembled and got up with the help of several soldiers.

Shake the creature that had not been used for three hundred years, but still hadn't forgotten, with the skeletal fingers, and then said in a bellows-like voice. "Fallacia, Fork... West Asia, 113th Infantry Regiment, regimental commander ... Major, Jayne. Nocht, report back to you..."

The second lieutenant froze, he had been calling for almost ten minutes, he was about to give up, and then asked the commander what was going on, but there was such an old voice answering...

He immediately switched to the internal channel and passed the report to Commander Alan Baier.

When Alan Baier heard the voice, he was old and powerful, and the soldiers of the Astral Army here couldn't help but be in awe. "The 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady replied, hear, Major, the Empire has not forgotten your existence, it's just that complicated communications have delayed things, and I hope we are not too late."

The major's old voice came back. "Lieutenant Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel, are those aliens dead, those damn blue skins, the blue skins that killed my comrades... Did you go to that alien hell? ”

The Major reached out with a trembling hand, grabbed his pillow with all his strength, as if it were the heaviest thing in the world, and then pulled out a box from underneath, full of dog tags from the Imperial Guard's Astral Army.

He took off the metal sign inside his uniform and continued to ask. "Empire, have you taken back this world?"

Hearing his desire and his death, Alan Baier looked at the sky. "Congratulations, Major, we have won, the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady and the Imperial Moon-class strike cruiser, the Portero successfully landed in this world yesterday and wiped out all the aliens."

"Now the Empire is taking over this place to make it a wonderful garden world, where you and the rest of your soldiers can end your service, become a PDF here, and enjoy what you deserve."

The major replied. "For the Emperor..."

After saying that, the intercom made a violent sound, like the sound of a large number of metal pieces falling to the ground.

"Hello? Major? Major? "Alan Bair asked this again and again, and the other side was very cluttered...

It wasn't until a minute later that a female voice with a crying voice answered. "Captain Kelis Arcade, Commander of the 113th Irregular Regiment of the Foraxia, my lord, we are alive!"

"But Major, you're already on the throne..."

All the people in the Skady 4th Infantry Regiment heard the conversation just now, and even the three pilots in the sentry mech opened the cockpit and took off their hats in salute.

Alan Beyer continued. "Warriors who have been for the Emperor for three hundred years, I need you to announce the real situation, this world is still Titanium Alien, and we are here as a joint mission of Titanium and the Empire to fight against the Tyranid Hive Fleet."

"I'm sorry I lied to you, but you can come back."

Choked sobs continued on the communicator, and the second lieutenant replied immediately. "No, sir, no, sir, thank you, thank you... The major left with a smile, thank you, the emperor is above..."

"Guys, we can really go back to the Empire, those damn aliens have killed countless of our brothers in three hundred years..."

"They can't accept our belief in the Emperor of God, and think that we will join the so-called supreme good path like those slaves..."

"Lieutenant Colonel, I'm sorry, I'm a bit out of shape, what should we do now?"

Alan Baier looked at the staff officer, and the two of them looked at each other.

"You'll join us as part of the battle group of the 4th Skadi Regiment and the 113th Forlacian Regiment, how many of you are left?"

The communicator replied. "Three thousand, lieutenant colonel, a total of three thousand, 8 companies, one manta ray transporter, two support sharks."

Alan Baier couldn't help but compliment. "This is a alien military-grade armored vehicle and a fire support vehicle, you really make those aliens scared."

"No wonder those Titans begged me with such sincerity, and now I announce that the first battle group of Skadi is officially formed, for the emperor..."

The communicator emitted a call that heated up the internal organs. "For, Emperor!"

And in the makeshift command room of the dark Mechonist fortress, now deserted, there were mountains of metal scattered around the bed, the names of countless Imperial Heroes carved into it like unwanted waste, and the most conspicuous dog tag fell on the top, engraved on it.

[Jayne. Noct]

Suddenly, the door to the command room slowly opened, and all the members of the 113th Irregular Regiment of Forakcia picked up a dog tag, put it around their necks, and walked towards the Imperial Guard outside the castle.

The loyal soul did not leave, and he followed the hundreds of millions of men and women of the Imperial Guard forever, and Second Lieutenant Kelis picked up the Major's dog tag, wiped the dust from it, and put it on.

Then salute Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair.

"The 113th Regiment of Foraxia, return!"

Titanium Army: "Let's go, please, the war costs are scary, how can you take root in my house like a green skin!" ”

Volaxia 113 Regiment "This is the Emperor's thing, the world of the Empire, you are the greenskins!" ”

Greenskin: "I think I'm the smartest." ”

(End of chapter)