The smell of blood, the stench, the decay, the demonic departure of the thing, the death of the host, the body of Scroog, tortured to decay by the energy of the subspace, turned into a dry rotting mummy, oozing a rotting liquid.

"Disgusting!" Alan Baier immediately lifted his shoes, and there was no such disgusting feeling as he stepped on in the rotten leaves of the forest.

But the hurricane of fate was finally extinguished today, and Elan Bair, the fourth Skadi Regiment, the 113th Forlacian Regiment and hundreds of millions of humans in this star region were saved in the eye of the hurricane.

Such a small victory, the sacrifices and costs paid by humanity for it are innumerable, and the emperor forbids, if Alan Bair had not obtained the relic, and if the war between the greenskin tribes had not broken out, this plan would not have gone so smoothly.

The Space Marine Sergeant salutes the mortal in front of him, and while he remains proud, the Empire's adoration of force allows him to salute anyone who is strong enough to be loyal.

"Well done, mortal."

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair returned to his Aquila salute. "You too, non-commissioned officer." Since there is no prefix like Space Marine or Angel, this sentence is like what the captain of the Imperial Guard said to a sergeant.

The Non-Commissioned Officer of the Destroying Eagle was not angry, but only picked up the corpse of the demon, pinched it with his thick fingers, and cleaned it up with a flamethrower, that is, he tacitly accepted that the Imperial Guard officer in front of him could call himself so.

This is unprecedented and honorable, and there are not many mortals recognized by the Space Marines in the Empire, and only sacrifice, courage, and force far beyond normal people can make those demigods let go of their prejudice and arrogance.

The mission of the 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guard was to contain the Greenskins that escaped as the Space Marines slaughtered below.

They probably can't clean it up, and the green-skinned spring breeze blows and grows again, not to mention that the machine spirits here are deliberately protecting the orcs, but it is conceivable that the ancient technology left in such a huge ruined ship should be able to keep people alive for a long time.

Although the orcs underground are still frightening and headaches, a large number of adventurers who do not know whether to live or die and want to make a fortune will continue to enter, bringing countless treasures with their lives for the empire, and can also suppress the orcs.

The 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guard will then be stationed on the surface of the wreck, and the Imperial Navy fleet will monitor the ship for a long time to ensure that no orcs can come to the surface and use the disgusting orc structures on the surface.

Soon this terrible place will be transformed into an inexhaustible treasure trove of technology and a place of death, the mechanical church will arrange a demon sealing ceremony to suppress the machine spirits here, and the psionics will become popular hired people, and the mortals who brought it all will gather in the trenches on the surface of the wrecked ship with bottles and cans for the first time in a long time.

They sat here, using simple sandbags as tables, alien corpses as benches, empty cans as wine glasses, and cans heated with promethium as food.

Soldiers sang cheesy songs, poured Amset or snake wine down their throats, cut delicacies thrown from the tracks, and feasted on the food they craved.

And the song was heroic and joyful, enough to pass through the void and reach the Emperor of the Most High Heaven.

"Dawn in the future, wars are raging, the blades of the chainsaw sword, the chill is pressing, they want us to disappear from Terra, they want to make humanity disappear from the universe."

"Ou ~ God, Ou, my Emperor, vomit, my God Emperor, they want you, disappear from Terra!"

"The words of heresy are as deadly as a blade, it is submerged in my flesh and blood, and all conspiracies are buried in words, his, rhetoric!"

"Oh, my Emperor! My God-Emperor, we will not disappear from this universe, O my Emperor..."

The soldiers raised their glasses, and in the company of Amset, in the stinky faces of the alcohol and staff officers, with the permission of the regimental commander, the military department did not know, clangling, the cups clammed, and the food went down.

The Imperial Guard has staff officers at the company level, and those who have come from the Loyal Heir Academy are full of doubts about the current debauchery, but with the consent of the senior staff officers, they can only tolerate such a foolish thing as drinking alcohol during wartime.

And the Imperial Guards are also very simple, just the inferior and cloudy things brewed by the nest capital can make them happy, even if the taste is not good, but for them, this is the best celebration feast.

But Lieutenant Colonel Alan Baier did not participate in it, but he was on the mountain range formed by the wreckage of the wrecked ship, the protruding sky, the metal mountains with a length of two thousand meters were undulating in this place, uneven, and the war rocks of the orcs were in the distance, and the smile of the second brother Mao was even more vivid.

But he wasn't here to enjoy the "view", and beside him, the non-commissioned officer of the Destruction Eagle Bands stood, taking off his helmet, revealing his middle-aged face and brown hair with silver studs on his forehead.

"Mortal, let me ask you once more why you know about the existence of demons."

"I am not speaking this time on behalf of my warbands or the Astarte Order, but only as a personal curiosity, and because of this, I will not ask questions with my helmet on."

Alan Baier knew very well that when he took off his helmet, Astarte's war equipment would be powered by the power armor backpack, and all kinds of delicate equipment in it, including communication and attack capabilities, would stop, and such an action had already shown his sincerity, and it would be no good for him to dodge.

"I got a memory in my short life, so real that I wasn't sure if I was myself, a memory that made me unclear who I was, there was a wonderful human world in it, there was a stable life, and there was also information that was clearly recorded and made public during the Dark Ages and the Great Expedition."

The non-commissioned officer stopped, he wasn't quite sure. "Hmm... Then, you may be the most dangerous being in this galaxy, just those things in your mind, although I don't know whether they are true or not, but there is no doubt that they have value and will also pull you into the abyss. ”

"And you, didn't even tell your soldiers, but told me?"

Alan Bair replied. "There are no airtight walls in this world, and the legendary Black Library also has records of those things, no matter how the empire hides it, someone will always know, and no matter how gloomy I am, I won't hide it forever."

"As long as I continue to increase my weight until it is clear to the Empire that I know a lot, but I can't make a move openly because of my importance, it will be enough."

"You don't really think that Sun Lord Macarius, the greatest mortal of the last hundred years of the Empire, would really die stupidly in an unexplored world, simply due to illness and depression from failed expeditions?"

"In this universe, my life doesn't matter at all, even the Sun Lord doesn't care about this empire, mortals are the cornerstone, no one cares what the cement thinks."

"There is only trampling, and there is only trampling in the face of cement, my lord, but I still will not rebel against the Empire, because at the end of this dark 40th millennium, according to my memory, something big is going to happen."

"And... The original will return. ”

The non-commissioned officer's huge body trembled visibly, even if he heard so many words that could be evaluated as great rebellion, he was not even a tenth of the excitement of something as important as the news of the original body.

"Is that the one?" He replied urgently.

Alan Bair said. "Tell you, you're on this boat, and I may be a heretic, corrupted by demons, flamboyant and terrible."

"In this world, desire, curiosity, love, all feelings will become the root of heresy in your heart."

"My lord, forgive me for being direct, but if you really listen, there will be no turning back."

The non-commissioned officer put on a helmet and signaled the end of the call. "Lieutenant Colonel of the 4th Regiment of Skadi, I have entrusted your bravery and experience to the Ministry of War, and the Empire will remember your sacrifice and contributions." After a few official words, he jumped down with his jetpack, and Alan Bair sighed inwardly at the strength of the Space Marines, no wonder they could endure subspace corruption.

And this is why he told the non-commissioned officer, first, the other side has already guessed, and if you don't make it clear, it will only give birth to suspicion, and finally develop into an irrevocable contradiction.

Second, even if he said it, there were so many things in the world that could read his poor head, and there were no impermeable walls in this world unless he died.

Sitting at the top of the wreck, Alan Baier looked at the long horizon below, and couldn't help but have an idea in his head.

How can he go down, the main peak of Wuyue is only 1,500 meters, which is more than 2,000 meters, how can he go down? !

When he was brought up by the Space Marines, he didn't expect that people would forget about him, and it was obvious that those words had a great impact on the non-commissioned officer, and Alan Baier could only turn on the communicator tremblingly.

"Well, is it Bordero? Is the captain here? ”

The communicator replied. "Yes, we're bombing, cleaning up orc batteries, what's wrong? Commander of the 4th Regiment of Skady. ”

"If you have time, come to the communicator signal coordinates here, I can't climb the mountain and go down, the whole transport ship will pick me up...", Alan Baier replied with a red face.

There was a questioning voice from the communicator. "Huh? What do you say, sir? ”

Alan Bair stressed again. "The whole transport ship picked me up, I can't go down the mountain!"

The communicator replied. "Yes, sir!" Then the other side may have forgotten to cut off the communication, only to hear the sound of happy laughter from the other side...

Half an hour later, the flame-spewing pit bulldog transport plane landed from the tracks, and in front of Alan Baier, after climbing up by rope ladder, Colonel Lane and the staff officer, who were sitting inside, asked Ailan Baier.

"How did you come up, two thousand meters, the atmosphere here is unstable and very thin, climbing mountains at such a height, there is no oxygen equipment..."

Alan Baier patted the dust stained from sitting on the top of the hill of the wreck. "Ahem, I'm the most loyal and powerful officer in the empire, it's not a day or two, what's it to climb two thousand meters?"

"Then don't let people pick it up!" The staff officer scolded.

"I'm tired of crawling." People want to face trees and bark, trees will die without bark, people are invincible without faces, Alan Baier drank the coffee used by the driver on the transport plane, naturally very.

Colonel Ryan patted the speechless staff officer, and asked Alan Baier again. "You're leaving, aren't you?"

Alan Baier nodded. "Of course, I'm not here from the Imperial Guard, I just came here by accident, and although I like the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guard, there is no war in the world that will not end."

Colonel Ryan nodded. "I'll go back and give you a letter of recommendation, a letter of commendation, and an application for additional supplies handed over to you by the Military Affairs Department of this star sector, stay for a few days first, and then talk about it after you get the quota, the Partolian Guard still has some say in this star area."

There was a hint of hesitation on Alan Bair's face, but it quickly vanished. "No, my friend, comrade-in-arms, servant of the emperor, my hometown and I have been lost contact for too long, and during this time I have always felt that something is going on, we must reach the next zone as soon as possible, and after another standard sector, we will be home."

A star region in the empire is of different sizes, such as the five hundred worlds of Otlama, you must know that there are only 8 planets in the solar system, and the huge size of an imperial star region can be glimpsed slightly.

It's about two and a half months, even if it's a subspace trip, it takes two months, and half a month to quit the trip to resupply and enter the Mandeville point, and if the journey goes well, this homecoming expedition can come to an end.

Colonel Ryan saluted Alan Bair. "Yes, but my letter of recommendation will definitely be accepted, even in the Curtain of Elora, the Astral Army knows me, and it will make your trip easy."

"Thank you again, comrade-in-arms, if one day this place is in danger again, the Fourth Skadi Regiment will still not hesitate."

Alan Baier said.

Colonel Lane replied. "I salute you with all my words, if there is any disaster in Skady, you will see help from me in two months."

"Prepare your Starwhisperer."

He held out his hand. "And remember, the friendship between Scardy and Partoria will not fade with time, and without you, there would be no living people in this sector."

Alan Bair gripped his palm, and the Imperial Guard officer's command gloves were removed, leaving only the powerful, scorching temperature.

"For the emperor's sake, brother." He replied.

"For the Emperor." The colonel nodded.

At the end of this dark 40th millennium, in the midst of despair and pain, sacrifice and death, friendships and strong alliances continued to emerge in the most brutal circumstances, and even as the Empire and the Ministry of War continued to obliterate the possibility of the Imperial Guard's unity, human emotions remained fierce and bright.

The union of the two Imperial Guard regiments is like a sharp blade cutting through the green-covered star, using iron, blood, buckshot, steel, and lasers to change the tragic fate, and the same is true of humanity, which continues to crawl and roll in the dark universe to this day.

When the Bordero's engine burns again and the pistons flip, the story of the Imperial Guard begins with a new chapter.

The Endless Void can't hide the good, the ones that can span the galaxy, but in Skadi, in Gondeva VI, in Pangia, the entrenched evil has to be unveiled...

It was just the end of the best ()

(End of chapter)