Those who fight monsters must be careful not to turn themselves into monsters.

– Friedrich Nietzsche

According to Captain Bloodaxe's transcripts, this space wreck is not an ordinary scrap metal suppressed by subspace forces, but an ancient creature altered by the forces of chaos and a grumpy greenskin, with the ability to alter its own interior.

Orcs can suppress the appearance of that kind of thing with a waaagh stance, if you use the blood axe orc's statement that it is not good for me to go alone, but a lot of boys follow me, then it will be safe there.

In other words, a powerful psionic energy should be able to smooth that change, but even the entire empire of this world combined with legal psionics would probably not be able to support tens of thousands of troops to enter the ruined ship to explore.

Just being stationed on the periphery, elite soldiers entering to explore, approaching as much as possible while suppressing the heretical mech, relying on narrow tunnels and the interior of the wrecked ship for decapitation operations should be the most qualified tactics, the problem is that such an operation is bound to die.

Secondly, there is no peace inside the wreck, the Gough clan and the Snakebite clan are often at war, according to the report of the Bloodaxe Orcs, the boss of the Snakebite Clan did not come out to attack humans in order to develop and breed new giant beasts.

This is good news, because it also shows that the two teams of greenskins are biting each other, and humans can seize the opportunity, which also means that the orcs have not looked down on humans.

Carelessness is the cause of defeat, arrogance is a precursor to death, and the hatred that allowed tens of millions of soldiers and navies of the empire to die in subspace attacks must be cleared.

Colonel Lane said. "I'm sure I'll go inside, no matter what, the Empire won't allow those things to be in front of us."

"And during this time I will recruit the legitimate psionics of the Empire, and may those damned wizards be useful."

Alan Bair replied. "Supplies are also a big problem, we can get close to the enemy's perimeter from the weak point of the shipwreck, the shipwreck is large, already has an atmosphere and quite a few plants, according to the blood axe, the orcs can move freely on it."

"There will be two problems with our garrisons, the breaking of the supply chain and the encirclement of the enemy."

"Reducing the number of logins seems to be our only option, the armored regiment probably can't get close, and the only battleship we can log in is the Portero, on the back of the scrap ship that does not accept the light of the stars, there are very few batteries there, if you use commercial and civilian ships as bait..."

Alan Baier swallowed, this sentence means that ordinary people who can at least drive the number of spaceships, that is, tens of thousands of people and dozens of ships, will be sacrificed.

Such a task must not be handed over to ordinary Imperial citizens, and the Imperial Guard has no relevant experience, so it can only be given to the ... Veterans of the Navy.

In order to send thousands of people to the wreck, this death-like operation, and to sacrifice the people who have dedicated their lives to the empire?

This choice is even more frustrating than drawing eleven kills, making it difficult to choose, victory or death, survival or continued killing, if the sky wrecks continue to cut off supplies there, the people of this galaxy will die in the empire of hundreds of billions.

The prosperity and stability that Kaba Base once brought has turned the world into an overdeveloped nest capital, unable to squeeze out a drop of oil but to feed so many people.

God Emperor... Alan Baier rubbed his temples, he wasn't sure, he wasn't sure.

At this moment, Colonel Ryan stepped forward. "I'll do it, I'll organize, I'll let those veterans get on board, I admire all the soldiers who fought for the Empire, including the Imperial Navy, we are all Astral Army, we are all Hammers of the Empire."

"The catastrophe is coming, the greenskins are rampant, those damn aliens are cutting off our vitality, if we let our inner feelings dominate the war, there will be no chance of victory."

"Astarte doesn't know when it will come, the Imperial Guard is the real shield, brother, my brother, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Baier, brothers from other sectors, we will win."

Alan Baier licked his dry lips, in this crazy world, death and sacrifice continued, he had seen it too many times, even a little numb, but that kind of soul burst flame will never be extinguished, human beings want to live, struggle to live, until the Lord of Mankind awakens.

"For the emperor's sake, brother."

He replied, and Ryan did the same, and in the Emperor's radiant Partolian Zone, no one would allow Greenskins to run amok.

The tavern in Starport, that's a great place for drivers, if you don't have a job for a short time, don't need to deal with the ethereal damn void, don't need to enter the chaotic subspace, and celebrate surviving today, then have a glass of Amset for a long time.

Bottles and cans, it's definitely not warm here, but it's definitely cheap and makes your head unclear, and its owner is a former Imperial Navy officer, and it's also a place where veterans gather privately.

The smell of alcohol, the few cozy, cold tables, a few middle-aged people gathered together, their crumpled and dirty clothes with the bright imperial insignia on their wipes, and the captain's hat of the Imperial Navy on their heads.

They change cups like this, talk to each other, and exchange card skills, but such days are too boring for the old guys who once roamed the void and survived at the hands of countless enemies of the empire.

Until the conscription orders fell one by one, the veteran took them and observed them for a long time, he said. "Brother, those recruits can't handle it, the empire needs us, we may have to go and meet the other brothers."

Another middle-aged man whose entire arm had been mechanically replaced said, wiping his dirty Imperial Navy hat. "Don't be so pessimistic, we'll survive, just like we did in the service, old Bob."

Old Bob replied. "Yes, yes, I used to be a captain, so we will continue to serve the Emperor." He straightened up his crumpled clothes and took a few more sips, the former Imperial Navy was fed up with the days it was today.

There were no roaring engines of battleships, no bombardment of aliens and heretics, no unreliable Geller positions and no crazy astral whisperers or navigators.

Only alcohol anesthetized their nerves, giving them the feeling of being fluttering on the gravity of the "witchcraft" of the mechanistic cult.

But they are by no means wasted, although the Empire needs to give a large amount of comfort money to the veterans, but every soldier who survives the service is a cherished treasure to the Empire, and now this group of old men and their crews are responsible for the training of the Empire's seamen, and are the teachers of countless excellent sailors who cross the Void.

But now that they have dried their alcohol-stained hats and washed their cheeks, they can't wait to miss the battlefield, even though they know that they are too old to return.

When they came to the rendezvous point of the Starport Sky Elevator to Low Earth Orbit, which was the hangar of the battleship, the old stuff couldn't help but whistle as if they had seen a beauty.

Because on the opposite side is a warship that has retired from the Empire, and the spirit of the machine that has fought for the Empire for thousands of years is now connected to a cable, full of energy, and it is covered with new paint in order to confuse the green skin.

Old Bob said. "That's worthy of our mount." There was a bit of self-deprecation in this sentence, and several old captains teased each other like this.

Until they saw Lucas, the former Imperial Guard, who commanded the soldiers. "Old Lucas, you're not dead yet? Also did the filling life extension? Didn't you say you don't do this? ”

Old Bob asked.

Lucas replied with a cigarette in his mouth. "Recruits are always unsettling, aren't they?"

"They are stupid, aggressive, and don't understand how terrible this universe is, and now, with the great enemy, we need to continue to work hard."

"You know that this work is lifeless, isn't it?"

Bob replied. "For the sake of the emperor and his old man, I can still touch the battleship once, I am satisfied, the Kaba base is gone, I know from the veteran network, we all know that this day is not far away."

The old ones smiled at each other, they had been the backbone of the empire, they had endured countless alien attacks without collapsing, this time the attraction mission was even more difficult than a frontal attack, but they were never afraid.

The old ship's piston engine roared, the veteran's heart tumbled, the blood burned to take all the bad alcohol down, Ryan and Alan Bair received a report, Lucas's, they were ready.

The soldiers waiting for the transport planes in the dock were also counted, a total of 3,000 men, and they had to carry food, ammunition, and limited things to complete the almost impossible task of killing the Greenskin War Leader, two War Leaders, without supplies.

Three legal psionics would open the way for them, but even then, no more than a hundred people could enter the wreck's interior at a time.

The psionics bowed their heads, skull-like staffs in hand, prayers plastered all over their clothing, and even though they were the most important people in the mission, the soldiers unconsciously distanced themselves.

The damned wizards' eyes were pale and they looked like they were blind, and they knew very well that this mission was going to die, but no one would hesitate, not until Greenskin left.

As psionic beings recognized by the Empire, their loyalty can be recognized by the strict order of the Empire, indicating that they are all geniuses like no other.

After arranging for the psykers to enter the transport plane alone, armed with hot melts, deflagrations, laser guns, heavy explosive bombs and sapper shovels, the soldiers walked onto the transport ship and adjusted their armor to a greater or lesser extent, and Alan Baier and the staff officers closed the door of the transport plane, representing that they were going to hell and would never look back.

Dozens of ancient imperial warships sailed towards the wreck, without hesitation, in this dark universe, human beings can only survive in such a narrow way, but in the terrible and disgusting cosmic wreck, in those disordered and chaotic things, the influence of subspace is everywhere.

The war boss often haunts the chaotic corridors alone, walking through the distorted areas as if he would not be affected, and without the ability or the stability of the waaaagh position, the distorted subspace entities are also manifested in the powerful psionic energy of the mech.

The beast's gnarled arm grabbed a twisting and shaking object, and thrust it into a tattered steam device behind him, a piercing scream and wail that was nothing more than a toy for Greenskin.

The Greenskin Battleship is usually protected by Waaagh Stance and Furry Brother, and while that protection is strange and uncertain, the Demon Invasion is just a new game for Greenskin.

Of course, the giant beasts didn't capture those things for fun, they came to the real world, which is almost a once-in-a-lifetime event, but because of Goff's containment he can't leave, he is fed up with his own kind and continues to bite, he has a new plan.

When the behemoth, with many snakebite clan decorations, kicked his big foot in the twisted and mutated corridor, the grotesque things that were combined and twisted by dozens of warships suddenly became stable.

The amulets on his body were treasures from his boys, and he forcibly took them because he discovered that the power of the greenskins to instill in his ornaments could keep him from being distorted by this grotesque place, and he was given a new plan to raise them.

He walked to the stable area of the wreck, where the greenskins lived, the presence of a large number of brat made him not have to worry about being drawn into the chaos, he took off the messy decorations, the greedy fart and the greenskins chirped and took them, but the behemoth didn't need it.

He took off his hazmat suit, for he had completed his plan, and with the backpack that bound the subspace entity, the Greenskin War Leader crossed the settlement to the subsurface of the area.

It was a barely stable area in Waaagh's position, but the subspace here was still heavily intruded, as it deviated from the greenskin settlement, leaving it stuck in the gap between the physical and the unreal.

It was in this lightless and cluttered area that the War Boss found a special Scrooge that appeared to be atavistic and had strong adaptability to subspace psionic energy.

In the twists and turns, the metal walls twisted into strange asymmetrical shapes, the behemoth moved forward familiarly, and after walking for a long time, the unpleasant smell permeated, and in the corner of the battleship, the twisted monster approached like a cloud of black mud.

Its eyes were like erect cat pupils, its teeth were like the rows of shark's teeth, its dark skin was like that of Scrooge, and its chest was cracked with huge eyeballs, but it didn't have that kind of pure soul, and if anyone who studied demons saw it, they would definitely get an answer.

The demon host...

The arc of the thunderbolt surrounded it, which was a sign that the psionic energy was too powerful, if it was to be described, it had probably reached the level of a dangerous psionic recognized by the Empire, and it was definitely not suppressed at all, and the war boss behemoth picked up those subspace entities and gave them to taste like fodder, making the demons possessed above stronger and stronger.

And Scrooge's simple brain left the possessed demon with very little intelligence and dependence on the owner.

It wasn't huge, just slightly larger than a normal Scrooge, the behemoth complained. "I have eaten so much for you, why can't I grow up, forget it, my crazy shaman (psionic) kid is so afraid of you, I really don't understand, it's just that, you and I raided those high-end masters, I want waaaagh light this galaxy!"

The beast's eyes suddenly became dull, and the terrifying purple psionic energy surrounded him, and it was clear that even if he was an imbecile, it was still dangerous, as strong as a war leader, and he was still crazy.

Take a break today, no one is reading, I have to wonder if the writing is not good.

(End of chapter)