After experiencing the untouchable being transformed by technology, Alan Bair's feeling was that he felt like he was stinking to death, and goosebumps stood up all over his body, a disgusting feeling.

But no matter how uncomfortable it was, he couldn't abandon those things, only shielding psionic energy could get out of here, at this moment, those twisted corridors became straight, those terrible monsters dissipated, but the red light on the badge also kept reminding him that it was time to go.

In the rush of the battleship's corridor, the promethium lamp flickered non-stop, shining on the shadows and left and right, and inside the hulk ship without the influence of subspace, everything was silent and terrifying.

Alan Baier couldn't help but wonder why there was such a thing on the farm ship, but it was obvious that this ship existed to transport this equipment, so it was an agricultural ship, hiding its ears and stealing bells, and hiding people's eyes and ears.

The research on psionic countermeasures has touched the huge capital behind the Navigator family, and now this warship with the most cutting-edge human psionic research has been forced to become a scrap ship.

I don't know if she managed to survive the enemy's encirclement, but it's clear that she's failed now, maybe the discovery of the anti-psionic stance can help humanity survive the end of the Dark Ages, but the Iron Man Rebellion has completely destroyed human civilization.

In any case, regardless of whether the ship's success would represent the end of the Dark Ages, when the Imperial Officer stepped over the damned, twenty-thousand-year-old metal, he felt the extreme cold that was not human.

Until he saw the light of the Fourth Regiment of Skadi, until he crossed the position of the Psykers, until the loyal soldiers looked at him as if they had seen ghosts, Elan Bair's action was to turn off the badge before the Psykers noticed his untouchable mode, and the first thing that followed was. "Do you have anything to eat, I'm starving."

"Don't forget the water!"

The soldiers of the Fourth Regiment of Skady got up from their scattered and lazy state in an instant, and the staff officers hurriedly handed over food, and in this small camp, in just a moment, Alan Baier's surroundings were crowded with people.

They have a good order as the Imperial Guard, and Colonel Lane and the staff officers can ask for it.

"Where did you go? It's been four days, it's colder than we thought, and we're running out of food. The staff officer handed over the kettle and the can of Golomon, and Alan Baier skillfully pried open the tin sheet of the can and ate it.

"How is it possible, I've only been lost in there for about four hours?"

The staff officer replied. "We've entered the wreck several times, looking for you, but all we've gotten is the soldiers eating a few days of food in a few hours and the psyker's fatigue."

"The machine soul here is very unfriendly to us, we are stationed in the tribe of orcs, and it is also the periphery of the warship, otherwise I am afraid that we will also be targeted."

"About three or four groups of orcs have been killed by traps during this time, and the Space Marines will continue to wait here while we get out."

Alan Bair waved his hand. "No, give me the battery."

The staff officer obeyed the order and pulled out the batteries that were scarce now, while Alan Bair pressed the connections of those things to the badge, and soon the technology of the Dark Ages was full of energy.

In the darkest 40 thousand years of the empire, the Mechanic Sect relied on the strong practicality of human technology in the dark ages to help mankind get through the difficulties again and again.

"It's barely usable." Watching the red display dissipate, Alan Baier breathed a sigh of relief, he still couldn't forget the feeling of being threatened by the subspace, and the cold sweat almost soaked his clothes.

"Where are the Space Marines of the Destruction Eagle Warband? Angels? Alan Baier asked.

The staff officer replied. "They've already infiltrated the shipwrecks looking for the Greenskins coming one after another, and this time may have ended the Greenskins War, and their numbers have suddenly increased."

"Deadly warships are nothing to the Space Marines, they don't starve, and the witchcraft of the subspace is of little use to them."

Alan Baier was a little dissatisfied. "That doesn't make them so undisciplined, but after all, it's the emperor's angel, wait and give them something good."

He rubbed his shoulder. "Call the strongest in the team to come with me, and there is no need for psionics, let's go to the wrecked ship to touch things, food, energy, I have seen it, this is a civilian ship, and there is no terrible turret in the dark ages, but there should be a lot of food."

"Remember to bring a big backpack or something, there are a lot of things to take with you."

Colonel Ryan asked, still uncertain. "So how do our soldiers make sure they are conscious and don't get lost?"

Alan Bair patted the badge on his chest, something about the size of a thumb. "The witchcraft of the Dark Ages can make me untouchable, which means that I can now eat and drink normally and dissipate the evil spirits in the vicinity."

Colonel Ryan asked. "Is it really okay for us to use something like this!?" He pointed his finger at Alan Byal, condemning his recklessness, and complaining a little, and more of a fear of the unknown, which was also the standard Imperial attitude towards the Dark Ages.

But Alan Bair didn't refute it, and first the staff officer replied. "In extraordinary moments, the emperor will forgive us, and if this thing leads to irreversible bad changes, we are also to blame."

"Colonel Lane, the continued presence at this critical juncture is essential to our victory, you understand, don't you?"

The words of the senior staff officer of the Imperial Empire made the colonel nod his head, the position of the staff officer in the Imperial Guard is in many cases independent of the Imperial officer, and therefore, the staff officer is quite powerful.

In many cases, the relationship between the staff officers and the soldiers was more intimate and close than that between the Imperial officers and the soldiers, and of course such a relationship could have been maintained by explosive bombs.

"Since it was said by the staff officer, I can't refute it, but in any case, bring my soldiers with me, they will obey absolutely, and if something goes wrong in this matter, the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guards will also be responsible." Ryan replied.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair could feel the camaraderie that came with it, and at the end of this dark 40th millennium, two disparate worlds and completely different civilizations in the empire understood each other at this moment.

That's the beauty of the Imperial Guard, and why humanity has survived to this day in this brutal galaxy.

Alan Baier saluted. "The emperor is above, and our friendship will never change."

Ryan replied. "If Skady is in trouble one day, the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guard will not retreat, and will support as quickly as possible."

Alan Beyer retorted. "I won't let my hometown fall like this, and I won't let my star sector fall into misery, even if it was Abaddon, he would only be able to crawl back to the Eye of Fear in front of the Emperor's Hammer."

Colonel Ryan smiled. "I'm sure you'll do that."

Alan Baier didn't answer, he acquiesced, this was the confidence of the Fourth Regiment of Skadi, and it was also his confidence in his own soldiers.

"Now, those who are willing to follow me to collect supplies."

The sound of neat military shoes echoed in the camp, and Alan Baier cursed. "I'm not asking you to take a step forward, did you hear me wrong?"

The 4th Skady Regiment and the 143rd Partolian Regiment answered in unison. "No, sir, it's our duty to do it."

Alan Baier sighed. "Okay, pick and choose."

Whether it is good intentions or bad intentions, Alan Baier feels that this is definitely not looking for ballast, so he is quite moved, but the energy is limited, so he can only find people who can carry more things than they seem.

In the Imperial Guard, it is normally difficult for commanders to remember soldiers at the rank of second lieutenant, but Alan Baier can remember the names of thousands of non-commissioned officers under him, because they have fought side by side with him, or those who survived in the end, he chooses and trusts himself.

The soldiers who were ordered were smiling because they were going to save their troops, even if they were moving things, their hearts were sweet.

Alan Baier understood that for the Imperial Guard, there was no place more like home than the army, which was equivalent to running out of food at home and earning money.

When the dark gate of the ship was illuminated, driven by the power of the untouchable, those demons and distortions dissipated, far superior to the psionic ones, of course, he could not activate next to the psionics, otherwise those humanoid subspace rifts might go straight away.

Entering the once frightening place, the lumen of dozens of people lit it up as if it were daylight, and although the soldiers were not used to the uncomfortable feeling of the commander, they still knew that they could not leave him.

The pace of military boots echoed in the battleship, the dark roads were illuminated by the light, the storage room was emptied, the food of the Dark Ages was under the influence of the subspace, and there were many genetically programmed starchy foods and canned foods that could still be eaten, and the subspace had little influence on them, and there had to be intelligent creatures in the subspace, and only those with souls would feel uncomfortable.

Of course, it may also be because of the ability of the untouchable to dissipate the spiritual energy attached to it, after all, in the real universe is still the material world, not as disordered and terrible as in the subspace.

The soldiers happily filled their backpacks, and in order to save, many people directly picked up food and filled their stomachs, and the sound of chewing continued, and the pure water stored by humans in the Dark Ages was also opened and poured into the stomachs of soldiers.

As for the possible lesions of those things, this is also unavoidable, but canned food and water, combined with the materialology of the Dark Ages, should still be edible, and Alan Baier tasted a little, and it tasted good, sweet and sour meat or salty vegetables.

And this storage room is very large, in addition to food, there are many entertainment electronic devices or something, but now it has completely become scrap metal, even if all those things are removed, the available food here can support the elite of the Imperial Guard to continue to be stationed for half a month.

"Leave some space, don't stuff it all with food, give me an empty hand, wait for us to go to something better." Alan Baier stressed that the soldiers heard better than the food, and there was a lot of interest.

Twitter. "Boss, what are we going to take?"

Individual veterans are well aware of the character of their superiors. "Eighty percent of the boss has dug up good things again, and those priests of the Machine Sect can't ask for it, and the boss just comes easily."

"Boss, are you interested in working for the mechanic after you leave the army?"

Alan Baier laughed. "They, they're just going to spoil things, kowtowing to those ancient treasures, and if those weapons can be properly handed over to the Imperial soldiers, whether it's Astarte or the Astral Army, they can make the enemies of the Empire suffer."

"But they have all kinds of suspicions, such as this technology is dangerous, such as it may be corrupted by subspace or something, I am a cheesy person, I only care if this thing can kill the alien now."

The soldiers of the 4th Regiment of Skady nodded, and the disciplined 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guard, though unspoken, agreed in their hearts that they were willing to endure part of the price if those things could kill the aliens.

The Empire's cult of sacrifice, force, and battle is deeply rooted in the marrow, and the actions of the oil guys, while logical, are not really widely recognized, and for the thousands of men and women of the Empire, life is more important than the price.

Then Alan Bair led them to the place where the farm tools were stored, and the soldiers' eyes were already straight. "Power weapons?"

"These are the treasures of the Empire that only Company Commander Astarte can use?"

"Hmm... Long curiosity? It's a bit like the ones in the agricultural world..."The veterans of the Fourth Regiment of Skady followed Alan Bair around, and now they also had a lot of knowledge, and soon realized that something was wrong.

But the destructive stance of power weapons is priceless for the empire today...

Then they suddenly found that Alan Bair had taken out metal throne coins and stuffed them with them.

"Ahem, this is something I hired you to dig, and the discovery, mining, and utility here have not consumed the power of the Imperial Guard, understand?"

The soldiers of the 4th Regiment of Skadi knew it in an instant, and the soldiers of the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guards secretly cursed, old fritters, and then put away those throne coins.

Tax evasion, Alan Baier has a hand, and the soldiers are not easy to say, plus they are all their own people here, even if the inquisitor comes, don't think about taking more!

In this way, the pitchforks, sickles, and shovels were brought back to the camp and returned with a full load, and today the 4th Regiment of Skadi and the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guards had a rare meal...

In this dark 40th millennium, the glory and glory of mankind have been covered for a long time, but there are still people who inherit the will of those gold, and it continues to this day...

It wasn't until the Astarte warriors returned from patrol that their armor was still bloody, and the blades of the chainsaw sword were changed again and again, and before the maintenance began, the mortals stuffed a shovel, hammer, sickle, pitchfork, or something, and when they were ready to get angry in confusion, they found that this thing seemed to be a power weapon?

Alan Bair said to the warriors of the Destruction Eagles. "Comrades, the struggle continues, for the sake of the Empire, raise the sickle and the hammer!"

Could the Golden Will inherited by Alan Bair be red?

I'm the title party

(End of chapter)