The Ensign was a knight, or so he thought, in the blood-boiling restlessness of the war pistons of the roaring Sentinel Mech, he would open the way for humanity for the Empire.

The Knight Titan was too large to take his Favorite Rider off the Freedom Blade and head for war.

He was not an aristocrat, he was born in a nest capital, his fate was worried, and the only thing he had was the abnormal optimism of this era, and his loyalty that glittered like gold.

The God-Emperor will reward anyone who puts the blame on his poor body, whether it is a Space Marine or a mortal, whether it is a Mechanic or an Anglican, whose fate will be in the spotlight of the Lord of Humanity if he is willing to fight for the Empire in this dark universe.

When the Sentinel Mech was reassembled, the third hand of the Mechanic Cult stroked the powerful war machine, and the Mechanic Girl pulled out a prayer.

“01…”

The loyal mechanical language and its divine voice were about to blurt out, but the second lieutenant said. "At this point, I still have enemies to deal with."

The mechanical godgirl's pale blue jewel-like eyes flashed with a hint of dissatisfaction. "What if it doesn't like it, like what happens to it on the battlefield..."

Admittedly, she had a slight affection for her partner, even though he was only flesh and blood, but the emotions of the Imperial Guard's comrades had penetrated deep into her server, and those worries that plagued her also made her even happier.

The second lieutenant just patted the sentry on the head. "I believe in it."

The Sentinels are now reattached to the mech's legs, and the killing machines built to kill are supposed to be.

Its mechs love this kind of "running" more than being embedded in the knights, and those glittering deadly weapons, specially equipped deflagration beam launchers, will also take away the lives of those heretics.

The armament of the only Skadi regiment can break through the terracotta armor of the Space Marines, but those supermen are extremely strong in combat and are definitely not easy to deal with.

The second lieutenant bowed his head to the communicator. "Maintain a group of fifteen in battle, and ensure that they are dispersed enough to support each other, and remember, when you run out of ammunition, you can use your saber to stab the cracks of the traitor's power armor."

"I've burned those traitors in the forest, and their power armor crevices aren't very strong, and for mobility, there's only metal fiber bundles and reinforced fiber defenses."

"And, no matter what, always remember that the Emperor bless us."

"For the Empire..."

"For the Empire!"

The Chimera, the sentries, took the lead in transporting the loyal soldiers, and the loyalists did not even know what was in front of them in the dark of the day.

It's just that the Skadian people will always know that they are homeless, and that the perpetrators of that cruel reality are tearing the world apart with their sharp blades.

The second lieutenant's sentry mech was put on an antenna and a bird's divination device as a command plane, and his steel feet also stepped on the rough rocky ground of this world and the roads linking the city, running at the fastest speed.

The hot winds of the mechanically cast world caressed his garbage, except that it was too dry, almost the same as then, and fate was sometimes like a whirlpool, repeating, repeating...

In the end, the scouts of the Imperial Guard were the first to arrive on the battlefield, scouting the inner city from above, and the wreckage was everywhere, and the supermen knew how to hide themselves, but even so, the seasoned Scady scouts found that they were smashing buildings and destroying humanity, but they did not rush to leave, but loaded a large amount of food used by the servants into their backpacks.

Considering that the radio could be listened to, the Scout pulled out a special light emitter, and the Scout Wing of the Skadi's only regiment could discern the light that the demigods could not see through a special goggle made to mimic a special alien eyeball.

The flickering and wonderful color turned into a simple white light by the human eye, which was conveyed to the second lieutenant by the reconnaissance communicator.

"They're collecting food, the number is unknown, there are a lot of hidden people, and it doesn't seem like they're going to leave the city."

An idea crossed the lieutenant's mind, they were going to use this as a stronghold?

But he quickly refuted the idea that if it was a stronghold, then the construction of fortifications should be prioritized rather than taking things.

But the second lieutenant was more concerned with breaking through the enemy's hidden snow area than with the purpose, and Skadi's invincible Katakáns were working hard in the void.

"Coordinates, give me the coordinates, we'll bomb that area."

Captain Sakata shouted, but the second lieutenant replied. "There are still a lot of servants or mechanics in Hive City, and if we bomb them, the Foundry Governor may not be happy, and the Empire can't afford to lose so much in exchange for the death of a few traitors."

He knew very well that the Space Marines were powerful, even if they were bombed by petrified lizards, they could rely on improvisation to survive, such as entering bunkers or bomb shelters or something, the Mechanistic city was not short of those things, and the dome of the nest city would also hinder the first bombardment, giving those supermen time to react.

Wasting ammunition and destroying the Empire's supplies was something that shouldn't be done, and although it was possible to clear the area, the ensign knew very well that having a city cover was also a good thing for the only Skadi regiment.

He said to the head of the regiment Sakata. "There are still remnants of cathars in the city, they can help a lot, bombing is not necessarily better for our war, now, please guard the intersection with the armored regiment, the only regiment of Skadi is going to teach the traitors a lesson."

Commander Sakata hesitated, he really didn't want to die for the loyalists, which is why his rank was stuck in the colonel, his comradeship for the soldiers made him brave as a soldier, but it was always difficult to call them to death.

In this respect, the second lieutenant has the same cruel personality as Alan Baier, because they both know that sacrifice is the only way to gain loyalty.

At this moment the second lieutenant gave the order to the only regiment of Skadi, and his first words were. "Get on the bayonet." This is generally only melee combat, meat grinding battles will be issued, and for the Imperial Guard, whether it is alien or heretical, melee is the second choice as much as possible.

Of course, it's not that they're afraid of close combat, it's that humans aren't good at close combat in most cases, and the Imperial Guard's bayonets will slightly affect firearm shooting, and the front counterweight will affect the feel.

Moreover, the weapons used by Skady now are all power weapons, and the bayonet represents the judgment of the second lieutenant, and in the next battle, the only regiment of Skady may not have time to draw the knife.

The team of 15 people has dispersed into the city, and the scattered pipes or ruins of the complex nest city have become excellent cover for the enemy.

Superman's powerful reflexes and enhanced five senses can hear even the faintest breathing.

In this battle, no matter the time and place were favorable, the second lieutenant with the temporary first company, calmly, and even cruelly demanded them.

The Sentinel Mecha crouched down slightly in a "human" way, the design of that thing was not suitable for such movements, but in order to express his equality with the soldiers, he still tried to lower his height as much as possible.

"Priority is given to the protection of civilians."

This is an absurd demand, in the current age of demigods, how can anyone deal with the Chaos Space Marines and protect ordinary people at the same time?

But the Skadi soldiers replied anyway. "Yes!"

And at this moment, the whole nest fell into an abnormal tranquility, how to describe this tranquility is impossible to think of at once, but the second lieutenant is used to it, because this is the tranquility of the forest.

In the forest, the quieter it becomes, the more dangerous it becomes, the private shops or warehouses of civilian equipment on the side of the road are all knocked over and opened at this moment, the contents are looted, the corpses of ordinary imperial people and the mechanical bodies of machine servants are scattered on the ground, everywhere, it is not clear who it is, some of the ordinary people here are the families of the mechanical sect, some are merchants who come to trade, and there are also individual outlaws and so on.

But the sunlight in the city was not violent, because there were no clouds in the world, and the domes built by the Mechonia could only protect against the ultraviolet rays that the rough man-made atmosphere could not hinder.

The sense of incongruity brought by the sunny sun is like a comfortable ordinary day, an inhuman disaster suddenly strikes, but there must be survivors of the disaster, the poor girl holds back her breath, and next to her, a mechanical priest is holding the flesh and making a protective gesture.

If Alan Bair was here, he would surely know this priest, the guy who defended Miss Poisonblade for hundreds of years, the guy who told him about the centuries-old history of the Imperial Engine.

And in this world, there are genius scum like Icarus, and there is also a guy who can never erase humanity, and he is hiding under the counter of a ruined shop with that girl who is only 6-7 years old and has little value.

And even because of this, he scrapped all his servants and exchanged those valuable combat power for the attention of the enemy.

He didn't know why he did that, but when he saw his crying compatriots, his not-so-good emotional control device malfunctioned.

He whispered to the little girl in the distinctive voice of the grille. "Breathe flat, think of Omu Messiah."

The girl wiped away her tears, her brown hair tied in a ponytail, and asked. "Who is Om Messiah?"

The priest took a breath and used a name he didn't like. "It's the Emperor, it's the Lord of Humanity who protects you."

The girl asked. "Why did the angel kill my mother...? Did we make a mistake? ”

"The Emperor doesn't like us?"

The priest hugged the girl, even though his modified body was hard, and there were many things that were not suitable for human mechanics, which could make the girl uncomfortable, but still warm.

"He loves us all."

"Now, don't cry, the emperor's angels will come."

The girl asked. "Aren't those people angels?"

"They're not, absolutely not... And we will soon be saved. The priest said this, but he had no idea what was going to happen next, his third arm had been removed by the traitors, and the supermen were far more powerful than his stats estimated.

But he still holds his power axe, and even if he is crushed to pieces, he will take an enemy of Ommisiah, and even if he is turned into powder, he will use his body to protect the lives of his fellow citizens, just as the countless machines he has forged have performed on the battlefield.

The only bad thing is that he is sorry for his mentor, and if he completes a recognized revival of STC this year, his mentor can enter the guild core and become a sage.

It's hard to say that he doesn't regret it later, and to do such a thing for the sake of an ordinary flesh and blood, he can probably only blame his emotional controller for being broken.

But he can only wait at the moment, and he can only wait to live, praying that those traitors will leave...

But he heard footsteps, irritating footsteps, and the voices of those absurd traitor mechs also brightened in his mind, and he immediately grasped the little girl's mouth with his cold mechanical hand, and even made her unable to breathe.

Patience, patience, at this moment the traitors stepped into the store, looking at the things here, even though there was no food, the Astarte traitors with bloody things on their heads were still happy to look for this place.

They circled around with interest, as if the meow was playing with mice, and the mechanical priest also realized that those giants would not be hindered by their own servants, their actions had been discovered early, and they were playing with themselves!

Anger, fear, mixed together, his heart hadn't beaten like this for hundreds of years, he held the power axe, let go of the hand covering the girl's mouth, the girl didn't shout, just watched the red-robed "uncle" stand up her body.

"Heresy! Are you looking for me?! Then he ran out like crazy!

This move made the heretics angry, and the best part of the game is to hide and find the hidden, but the audience of hide and seek actually took the initiative at the moment, which made this game not fun!

They glanced at each other, and the three evil Astartes immediately decided to test how much the Mechonists could endure pain!

Moments later, the explosive bomb fired, breaking the arm of the mechanical priest holding the power axe, disarming, and secondly, a Chaos War brother charged, and the powerful force struck, scattering half of the priest's body from the parts of the collision.

Next, they picked up this mortal like a roast suckling pig or something.

"You, good, we, like."

"Especially yours, kindness, and, that girl."

The priest's cloudy and not bright mechanical eyeballs suddenly flickered. "What girl?"

The Astarte raised his weapon and pointed it at the store's container. "The girl."

The priest scolded. "You dare! Heterodox! ”

But in a moment, his grille was torn off, leaving him to fret, and Astarte next to him complained. "Brother, you've made his most fun stuff gone, I need to scream."

Astarte, who held the priest, replied. "I'm sorry, I don't like his tone."

"Alright, girl is more fun, kill a gear boy."

Then the priest was slammed to the ground, his unmodified internal organs had been torn, but his cloudy crystalline eyes were still clear as they looked at the container.

But the giant's chainsaw sword roared and reverberate, and the things walked toward the shop with their weapons in hand, and the priest squirmed with all his might, but to no avail.

He thought to himself. [God Emperor, if you really look at me, I hope... You save her, you pious servant, and swear by your life...]

But the giants were already approaching the storefront, and it was useless to pray... Isn't it?

They raised their weapons and split the counter, and the priest's heart was cold, but there was nothing underneath?

The Chaos Space Marines suddenly began to look left and right, but powerful burst rays shot from outside the store, and then the Imperial Guards in military uniforms slowly pressed in.

They were devastating, they were strong, and the girl had changed places early to hide, and was finally saved by Skadi's soldiers.

Then a particularly strange sentry, crouched down and said to him.

"Well done, oil guy, if it weren't for you, she'd be finished."

Then his body was lifted up by the soldiers, and a red-eyed girl hugged him beside his stretcher, just as he hugged her...

At this moment, the oil guy hasn't lived for hundreds of years, and the original vocal cord is miraculously speaking a voice, like an old rotten wood, but like a new sprout.

"Praise the Emperor."

The strange sentry said. "Praise you too, sir."

"Medical! Wrong... Engineering Department! Come on! ”

To say something unlucky, there is no recommendation for the follow-up of this book, according to the starting point requirements, it should be said that 500 orders are recommended once, 1000 once, 2000 once.

But my current editor asked me to get the first recommendation for 1500, and in the absence of a recommendation, this requirement probably can't be completed until the end of the book. (Say it's the same person I wrote.,High requirements)

In fact, my 150,000 words are on the shelves because of this.,Theoretically, I still have a game area to recommend.,Maybe probably.。

I can only say that I will try to get better grades in the next book.

By the way, take a break today, the mentality is not suitable for too many yards.

In fact, I didn't think anyone would read this book, but now it's very unexpected, and it will be written according to the original outline, and it won't be long.

(Slaanesh (abuse) than the heart)

(End of chapter)