The unpleasant sound of hot melt cutting and melting metal hybrid gene stealer chitin bones banging on the titanium floor, light spears and guns, railguns and plasma cannons, gravitational positions falling from the sky, destroying all the mongrels in this world who dare to appear on the ground.

In the ruins of the silos, the weak things were first skulled by the Imperial Guard, and then some of them were still able to move.

"It's crucial to find that particular species, both for titanium and for the Empire." The staff officer yelled and ordered the soldiers, after all, this matter was related to what would happen to them on the rest of their journey.

They always have to go back to Skadi to be reinstated, and far from their home sector, the bureau's complicated procedures will judge them as deserters or death, and they will have to go back and rewrite the matter.

In the absence of an application from the Ministry of the Interior for a change of district, the 4th Skadi Regiment today does not have any supply authority, because no other military district would give them a valuable quota for such a "passerby".

The Fourth Regiment of Skady is also not the unit of the heroes of the Empire, such as Staff Officer Kane, who can rely on his reputation to obtain supply authority for any military district.

If the Skady 4th Regiment had supplies from the Military Service, their military exploits and captures were the best gifts, to be traded for Empire explosives and hot melts, and even their favorite blast gun ammunition.

The value of a mutant gene stealer who can enslave titanium is several times that of a titanium aether, and they can understand why the aether can control the titanium of other clans by comparing the normal gene stealer to him.

For the supply of supplies and weapons on the road, the staff officer did not hesitate to choose to let the tired soldiers continue to work.

The good news is that the soldiers find the capture of this alien means that they can shoot coolly in the future, eat enough, and catch it with an additional reward, one more level of supply than others, assuming that it is an ordinary guard who catches it, then his lunch will go from three granola bars, two pieces of synthetic starch, a piece of seasoning and instant coffee to two synthetic eggs, 200 grams of random meat (see what's in the group) and five or six pieces of synthetic starch, and if you're lucky, you can get cigarettes.

If it's at the rank of second lieutenant, he'll get extras like golomon bacon, canned food, and even sugar and milk, and given that they're in a garden world, seafood and delicacies are inexhaustible.

In fact, during this time, the food of the 4th Skadi Regiment had been increased by local materials, and many native molluscs and fish had been added.

The bad news is that grabbing it for extra food has caused thousands of people to crowd the entire silo ruins, trampling on the Imperial military boots one by one, even if there are a few chitinous bones, they can't stop the Imperial machomen who are about 200 catties (laser guns, ammunition, individual combat rations and tactical belts, etc.) from stepping on it, not to mention the huge body of the patriarch, who has borne dozens of feet at a time in the ruins.

But when oppressed for a while and caught and dissolved, it is still clear which is more important... It was buried in the ground, and the others were looking for it, footsteps and stumbling on it, and every now and then a laser slashing across its face.

Discipline? In terms of eating, the big head is undisciplined, because the salary of the Imperial Guard, that is, the Throne Coin, this thing has too poor purchasing power, and only the highly civilized and central areas of the Empire can use it, and the guards lie on the border of the Empire every day, which is precarious, compared to the Throne Coin, the food ration is their real "salary".

Not only can it be traded on the black market, the Ministry of Military Affairs is not strictly controlled, but it can also fill your stomach, you can go to the local area to exchange a lot of things with the synthetic cocoa butter issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs, but you can use the laser gun magazine for it, you can guarantee that you will be opened by the staff officer.

And the empire strictly forbade soldiers to drink alcohol, and if they wanted to have two mouthfuls of that thing, they had to exchange it, and even if there was no black market, food supplies were hard currency in a small society of tens of thousands of people within the legion.

Madness, desire and power run around in this narrow place, and when the time passed minute by minute, the large teams finally couldn't help it, even if they dug three feet into the ground, they had to find that thing!

The Sentinel Mech was driven straight into the area full of broken construction debris, kicking and stepping on it with its nimble feet, and finally, when the car-weight thing stepped on it, the Patriarch finally let out a wail that he couldn't stand it.

The second lieutenant with the sentry shouted. "I found it! I found it! "He's going to soar! He's going to say goodbye to the damn garbage and enjoy the officer-level food! Bacon, gastronomy, and natural stuff, he's coming!

Alan Bair sighed, he didn't really want this living treasure to enjoy that kind of treatment, but he had to walk the talk, in general, he shouted. "You idiot, don't be in a daze, didn't you hear that alien is going to die, kick those stone slabs under your feet, we will hand it over to the Ministry of Military Affairs!"

The second lieutenant obeyed the order in hindsight, and I have to say that Tyrann's creation is indeed a real thing, even if the orc is stepped on by the sentry mecha like this, he will be half dead, and the blue twisted monster actually wants to escape in the first place?

Waiting for it was naturally dozens of firing line weapons that hit its body, whether it was 4 arms or 42 arms, it was instantly beaten into worm sticks, and violent screams echoed in the hall, Alan Baier covered his ears.

"Holy, what a loud voice!"

His muddy boots stomped on the mouth of the thing, and Alan Bair couldn't help but wonder who Titanium was listening to!

"Hybrids, aliens, animals, I wish you to be alive until the next St. Giles Festival, after all, the Empire's genetic sages must have a lot of curiosity about things like you." He didn't care if it was Gothic or not, he was telling the truth anyway.

The terrible genestealer was now struggling like a small animal, roaring, and soon whimpering again. "You need me, with me, you can rule Titanium, become a new emperor, a new empire."

"You don't have to be afraid, there is a powerful new race at your disposal, great Imperial officer, powerful Imperial officer!"

Alan Byer snapped his ears and spoke. "What bird language does it speak?" That's right, genestealers grew up in the titanium world, and they, the language barrier...

Then Alan Bair asked the soldiers for the socks worn by the regiment, the kind that had been marching all day, and stuffed the thing into its mouth, and then arranged for the strongest cage in the regiment to trap the thing, and then welded all its severed arms and inserted metal to prevent its regeneration.

To Alan Bair, this thing cannot be trusted, and heresy is tantamount to betrayal, and even the Chaos Space Marines will not trust it when they hear its words.

Alan Bair rubbed his shoulders and watched the prosperity of this world turn to dust, and in just six hours, from noon to night, it seemed as if a century had been crossed, and what was the difference between war and natural disasters?

Ironically, however, this was the lowest loss of the Skadi Fourth Regiment to date, with just two thousand men defeating the entire world-level massive Genestealer Church.

Alan Bair turned on the communicator and asked the captain. "Did the Starwhisperer give a signal? Let the military department of this star region settle the account, TMD makes us like mercenaries. ”

The captain replied. "The star language has just been sent out, don't worry, let's clean up the aftermath first, this world is now the emperor's thing, and those Titanium warships have left this world with the last batch of refugees."

Alan Bair said. "What if they don't leave, the Fire Clan is almost dead, they can't take this world without floor troops, even if they can't do what the diplomat promised, it's already a certainty."

"Flaxia is back."

It is lamenting that 300 years of history is only a moment for this world, but what happened on it turned this unchanging place into a paradise, and in just one afternoon, it became a hell again.

The Fourth Regiment of Skadi was stationed in the ruins of the Titanium, burning on fire, and the soldiers playfully held the twisted head of the genestealer and watched as it was roasted to pieces on fire, or used as a ball to kick.

For Titanium's corpse, they rarely showed a trace of respect, burning them with flames.

The captain of the 113 Irregular Regiment of Flaccia, their highest-ranking officer, walked up to the tent of Alan Bair and saluted.

"Sir, congratulations on taking over the world and accomplishing what you told us."

Alan Bair watched as the cans of meat on the campfire gurgled with grease and soup. "What's the matter?"

The captain's boots were embedded in the wet, bloody soil of this world, she shouted. "Kill all the aliens of this world and return her to the arms of the Empire!"

"Return to Foraxia!"

Alan Baier nodded. "Forgive me for my numbness, how can I say it, such a thing is not worth mentioning for this universe, is it."

"To be honest, I may care more about that blue-skinned alien mongrelthan in this world, but I will still congratulate you on the return of your hometown to the Empire."

Alan Baier was not Superman, he would be tired, at least after a day of fighting, his head was buzzing at the moment, the effects of caffeine and tonic had passed, his arm was aching faintly, and his head felt like it had been smashed by an assault hammer.

The captain just continued to salute and report back to his commander. "We captured 2 hammerhead sharks, 3 Rainbow missile vehicles, 2 devil sharks, and in fact, the soldiers inside the 113th Regiment of Flaxia will use the production line left over from titanium to produce ammunition for vehicles..."

Alan Baier immediately stood up.

"Now, right now, ma'am, go and get your soldiers to carry the supplies and production lines related to those things onto the Bordereau, I need them to help the Imperial Guard in battle."

The staff officer looked at Alan Baier incredulously. "Regiment Commander, Military Affairs Department..."

Alan Bair said. "Find a few people, bring paint to change the color of those things, and then decorate some skulls or cowhide rolls, and get some tracks and tires, and in the future, our regiment will call the hammerhead shark Lemanus, the Rainbow missile vehicle called the lion-tailed scorpion, and the manta ray transporter called the Chimera armored car."

The staff officer's mouth opened a little... Then it was closed, and now they were far away in other star sectors, and they had to use everything without supplies, although this would break the rules of the Astral Army.

"Commander, if you do this and are discovered, it's actually fine to use alien creations, but the use of armored units by the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady will make us be drawn into the Inquisition's list..."

"This is a plot of rebellion, and our relationship with the captain of the Bordero is basically within the red line."

The staff officer emphasized, and Alan Baier waved his hand. "The 113th Regiment of Foracia is not established, don't forget, our deal with the Ministry of Military Affairs this time is to apply for the first armored regiment of Chengli New Foraxia, and the first battle group of Skadi can also be really formed."

The captain of Forlacia smiled, he could fight for the emperor all his life, and the last life was the fate and long-cherished wish of the entire Imperial Guard in Foraxia, and now it was not only fulfilled, but also brought the emperor's wrath to other worlds.

"Sir, I'll arrange for someone to paint it right away!" The captain showed a strong interest, and the staff officer could only shut up, but the 11th Regiment of Flaxia now has 2,000 people, but the armor is only 5 titanium hammerhead sharks, 2 missile vehicles, and 6 manta rays, and it is still a bit too little to become an armored regiment.

And as an armored regiment, there is no technical priest or a mechanical sage as an advisor, which is really a bit ...

However, Alan Baier naturally knows this aspect of things, so his next plan is to dig up the wreckage of the remaining titanium military base in this world, as well as tinkering or something, after all, there is no real armored unit that cannot be approved by the officer department!

After a few days, Qi Fan, the commander-in-chief of the Star Sector on the flagship of the Empire, received an application from the Fourth Regiment of Skadi, who he thought should be a report similar to the movements of the Titanium Clan, but he saw the news that the Fourth Regiment of Skadi had turned the home world of Titanium into an Imperial world.

And Alan Bair clearly explained the ins and outs of this matter, and emphasized again and again that the powerful mutant gene stealer who can control titanium has been captured alive, and the application for the armored regiment.

6 Levaneus? 23 Chimera? 6 lion-tailed scorpions? Three thousand? This kid has traveled to the world of foundry? No, both Riemanus and the Lion-tailed Scorpion are completely Imperial elite armor, how can they give an inexplicable regiment for no reason, you must know that even the Ministry of Military Affairs can only rely on the 11 tax to get those war engines.

Qi Fan's agile thoughts instantly made him realize that something was wrong, this kid was afraid that he didn't use the armor of the titanium clan!

Qi Fan was secretly speechless, but he didn't want to refuse, mainly because he wanted the gene stealer of that variant, the empire has a lot of power and is intricate, such a thing must be kept in the hands of the Astral Army first to ensure safety and efficiency, on the contrary, to others, in case the alien is free after being confused by other groups, the increasingly serious form of war in the Gulf of Damocles will become even more confusing.

Qi Fan thought for a while, and prepared to join his Storm Trooper Guard, he wanted to go to the front line once by himself, determine the situation, and award honors to the Fourth Regiment of Scady and the 114th Regiment of Forlaxia, although compared to other Astral Forces, the 113th Regiment of Foracia is still full of strange stories and experiences, but Qi Fan still regards them as the hammer of the Empire.

(End of chapter)