Today's nest is very hot, this heat is not the energy provided by the power guild, nor the geothermal heat in the nest, but because of the stellar light, but the temperature and heat provided by tens of thousands of people gathered in the nest square near their homes, their beating blood.

On the high platform of the square, under the statue of the emperor, the members of the Redemption Sect wearing leather masks, armed with canons, individual automatic guns, rely on the canons on their bright red robes and everyone in the square, and proclaim the sins of this world in front of the emperor statue.

When people were pulled out of the factory by the Ministry of Justice and PDFs, and walked out into the streets in ignorance, the men and women of the empire gathered here, the iron rods and electric batons of the Ministry of Justice, and the majesty of the logging guns.

The faces of the Hive are all Muna, and they are well aware that the appearance of the notorious Redeemers represents death, fire, despair, and tragedy, but their daily routines make them incapable of accommodating other emotions, and even when they face death, their faces remain fixed like molds for gingerbread men.

The crimson-robed cultist shouted high in the square. "In the light of the Emperor, there were rebellions and murders on the top floors, there were people attacking our great Imperial Guard officers with weapons, Planetary Governor Virgien Ai was killed by the attack, he bravely protected the officers of the Empire, and the attackers were stupid and lowly in comparison."

"O God Emperor, the sins committed by those traitors are unforgivable, but they sneak into the crowd, and we can only draw eleven kills to express your anger, flames, flames!"

Alan Baier, who was watching the Salvation Sect speak from a high place near the square, frowned, does this guy believe in the emperor or the god of flames? But he did agree to the crazy plan.

Listening to the crackling sound and screams coming from under the spire, Alan Bair closed the window before the smoke filled with the smell of human bodies.

This is the most appropriate decree for the current situation, which can reduce the population, threaten the gangs, oppress the nobles, and also allow the corpse guild to reduce the food needed for the operation of the nest, but in just one day, billions of people will die, and the cleaning of the main nest is undoubtedly cruel.

"Alas~" Alan Baier sighed, he felt guilty, as an ordinary person he felt guilty, he had never touched the human management of humanity before, at least before today.

In contrast, Colonel Ryan can drink Amset in this room, planning a strategy plan casually, as an officer of the Imperial Guard, he is showing the ruthlessness of a planetary governor at the moment, and as a nobleman of this world, he does have a responsibility to touch this aspect of things.

A large number of materials, commercial and aristocratic items produced by the Paltoria Nest are run by the Imperial Guard of this world, and it is better to say that this Imperial Guard is a soldier than a merchant, and therefore, this Imperial Guard has footprints on the entire galaxy.

Of course, their combat effectiveness is not bad, in this dark galaxy can go south and north are not weak, but their siege ability is extremely poor, compared to gang jumping and adventure is their duty, their characteristics are wearing red and white Gutera Empire era military uniforms, it looks a little different... Peculiar.

The clothing worn by the Partolian Guards usually consists of a crimson tunic with shoulder straps, a pair of dark blue pants with crimson stripes on the outer side of the lower body, and a helmet on the head.

The Imperial Guard legions recruited in Partolia are known for their iron discipline and courage, and they never flinch even in the most difficult of the odds.

The planet's rulers believe that brutal training and near-harsh punishment can make the inhabitants of the hive beyond.

Whatever outsiders thought of this kind of training on the planet, what they saw was that it was really effective, and that the soldiers produced would maintain the same level of combat effectiveness whether they were defending or attacking.

Because of this, the colonel will be so impersonal to the rebellion, although the business behavior in the service makes him understand the world and how to deal with ordinary people, but the kind of vigorous and cruel training will not fade, this time the gang is really kicking to the bone, can break his teeth of the kind.

And the keen soldier or merchant or nobleman, in short, the colonel who is the apex of the tens of billions of people in this nest capital raised his head and asked elegantly. "How, do you think violence and killing are bad?" He was testing his partner, and if he was to overcome the current difficulties, he had to have a basic mutual recognition, and if not, he would rather face the orcs alone.

Alan Baier shook his head. "No, no, no, you did a good job, very good, such a move can reduce all kinds of consumption and expenses in the current nest capital, and the gang can't grow in the ground, such a move can't kill the gang members, but it can make them the target of the public."

"Everyone knows that what they have done has caused the situation, and the gangs will definitely encounter obstacles in the nest, they gather excrement, scatter the sky is sparse, although the residents of the nest have no ability to resist them, but fear will increase those estrangements and disgust."

"The next pdf and the work of the legal department will definitely be like a fish in water, and such a move will also use fear to strengthen the residents of the nest in the short term, and the fear of death will make them enough to face the attack of the green skins."

"I understand your choice, and although I don't like it, as an Imperial Guard, I have to accept it."

The colonel nodded. "Compared to this, let's discuss the next defense plan for the greenskins, the maintenance of the close-in defense guns and anti-ship light spears in the nest capital has begun, during this time, the greenskinned warships have crossed the periphery of this world three times, but they have been routed by the patrol ships of the Imperial Navy."

"But as long as the greenskin calculates the positions that have been intercepted several times according to the coordinates of the base, and then marks them..."The colonel drew an arc on the star map, three points, three dimensions, and almost drew the specific location of this world with his beautiful military qualities.

Then Alan Bair retorted. "Greenskins don't do that, they just shout waaaagh, and then tell their tech bully to hurry up and get something to find the world of shrimp."

"And a few more things that look like spaceships that are falling apart anytime and anywhere, and the Void Shield."

The Colonel was about to retort, he had fought with the Greenskins, and although those things looked crude, they were definitely not stupid, they were smart enough to make and react to most of the Imperial Guard's tactics.

But the door to the room suddenly opened, and the visitor reported. "Former Major Lucas returns."

"The second lieutenant of the 4th Skady Regiment is back!"

Alan Baier covered his ears. "Be quiet, my nerves are going to be broken by you guy." He pointed to the lieutenant, and then arranged for him to sit down, and at this moment the doctor, that is, Major Lucas, replied.

"Lane boy, this young man is right, the so-called tactics of orcs are TMD luck or intuition, orcs are born like this, their desire for battle and tactics are buried in their bones, they don't need to draw, but..."

"One glance is enough..."

Colonel Ryan was speechless, he had been dealing with titanium all his life, and the battle with the orcs was also shallow, it seems that he can't focus too much on his business...

And Alan Baier's guess is very accurate, and the fact that the major answered is also true, at this moment, in the ruins of the space ship, two orc factions are gradually gathering because of the appearance of the third force of the empire, of course, in addition to the fact that they want to beat the shrimp, the appearance of two powerful orc bosses is also inevitable...

The dark green waaagh-stained subspace was in chaos, the words of the Star Whisperers became more difficult to spread, the evil laughter of the gods, but the loyal of the Empire did not go too far.

In fact, before the Waaagh energy polluted subspace, the star language of the Poldro had already left the galaxy, and in the wilderness of Damocles Bay, this place occupied by aliens had a landmark called the Fear Peak, just like the Himalayas of Guterra, towering into the sky.

The suffocating thin air and altitude sickness are enough to kill mortals, not to mention the cold and alien haze, and the giant crow-like monsters hovering and flying high in the air, waiting for all living things to move.

There are still people climbing such extreme places, and if they can still be counted as humanizations, if they are true, they are probably... Angel?

Bright red breastplates marked with bright red wings, white shoulder armor spoke of their loyalty, and the leaping backpack that spewed blue flames from behind the silent warrior's body pulled them to the top of this world at breakneck speed.

The falcon entrenched in the high place swept down, the black feathers were like sharp teeth of a knife, and the sharp claws were the size of mortals, even the Astarte monks looked small, and the appearance similar to the Gutera crow became terrifying and hideous, and ordinary people looked at it as if they had come to the microcosm.

The sizzling sound of the communicator reverberates. "Don't shoot, just the animal, it will welcome its death." The talking space soldier adjusted his armor, his helmet was crimson, very unique, and then the monster attacked, he raised the chainsaw sword and flew hundreds of meters by the power backpack ability, the falcon found the prey's counterattack in an instant, and the two objects collided.

There was no screeching sound, only the buzzing roar of the chainsaw sword, the giant eagle's skull shattered, the blood moistened the armor, and in the spray of blue flame, the red-helmeted space marines slowly landed on the snow-white mountain slopes.

"Hurry up, keep moving, praise death, and give the aliens what they deserve."

Dozens of warriors continued upward, soon reaching the top, bloody blades and explosive bombs taking away the green-skinned life that had entrenched in the human buildings here, and the most terrifying thing about them was the smell and silence of promethium as death fell from the sky.

The one in the red helmet shouted as the jetpack landed in the midst of the orc defenses. "Disaster has struck!"

Dozens of fighting brothers are in their voices. "Disaster has struck!" The sound was huge, and Astarte's battle cry was not just a so-called ritual and momentum, but with the assistance of power armor, their voice could tear through the central nervous system of a creature, and even the green skins instantly lost their balance due to that impact.

And as if the world was responding to them, a huge avalanche, countless deaths, falling from the side of the mountains, in the horror of the natural disaster, the world returned to the bosom of the Empire.

In the Void near-Earth orbit, several transport planes were lowered, mortal servants took promethium flamethrowers to clean the greenskin's corpses, wipe the armor of the angels, and the rest was only a moment, and the angels heard new orders when they returned to the transports.

"The Imperial Kaba base has been destroyed by the Greenskin's battle wreck, battle brothers, you need to take the battle barge to that area, as it is not possible to travel the entire subspace, and it is expected that you will not reach the area until two weeks later."

War Emblem, the commander of the strike cruiser, the commander of the Helon War, so ordered his brothers, they are all children of the Ultramarines, the heirs of Kiriman, who flow the blood of the five hundred worlds of Maculag, and at the same time carry the honor of the Empire.

They begged for their lives to die, replied the warrior in the red helmet. "Yes, it's ready."

The transport ship starts, and the flames cut through the air in a brilliant trail of tailitis and disappears into the atmosphere, leaving only victory, honor, and death.

(The Hawks of Doom are a sub-group of Ultramarines II, based in Gathis II, which is notoriously religious, cold, and cold.) ）

After the battle barge was activated, the 30 elite fighters of the sixth company, the heroes who are best at gang jumping and narrow battleship battles, entered the subspace with countless expectations.

But for this group of warriors, it was only a part, a very short part of their long fighting life, and they would not stop, they would just keep fighting until the empire was no longer infested by heretical aliens, and until they lived up to the blood left behind by the original.

However, their subspace communications were not received by the Imperial Guard, and after the brutal killing, the corpses of countless Hive people were transported into factories to be used as food for their families.

And in space, in the cosmic ship, the huge orc boss, playing with his pet, he is a beast trainer, and the most powerful boss of the snake bite clan, everyone calls him Warnke, but he prefers his other name, the giant beast.

He enjoys the intimacy of his pet Scroog in his room made of trash and ruins, and is watching his boys launch their spaceships.

"How's my waaagh preparing?"

"Does Gough's fool know that we've found a big shrimp world?"

He asked the communicator a question, and the green guy in the Imperial Navy captain's hat on the other side of the battleship answered. "No, boss, they definitely don't know, I'm a cub of the blood axe, you can definitely trust me, my coordinate calculation is the best among the orcs."

He looked at the star map he had drawn up, and it was exactly what Colonel Ryan had guessed... Well, the universe is so big that anything is possible.

The war leader nodded. "Okay, waaagh is going to open~ Kill them, make shrimp into pet feed for me, I want to use new food, new scraps, and a bigger WAAAGH to win the gough guy!"

He toggles all calls. "Boys, get on the click, take the sudden, sharpen the machete, let's go!"

The countless orcs on the spaceship took a sharp breath at this moment!

“wag!”

The boss yells. "ALSO, DON'T CALL IT WAAAGH, THE BLOOD AXE NEXT DOOR CAN BE HEARD!"

Countless coughing sounds were heard from the communicator...

After countless complaints, several orc battleships left the sky scrap ship, and under the leadership of the blood axe orcs, slowly approached the world of the nest...

I've slept today, and I feel like my head has been smashed with an assault hammer by the Imperial Navy's jumping gang...

(End of chapter)