In the midst of this nest of death, the Chaos Space Marines are dragging countless corpses, and the rebellious mortals are "painting" the flesh with end-induced powered mechanical arms to "paint" people on bright red, or more precisely, slightly reddish things, even though it's midnight.

It was a rod-like object about 4 meters tall, covered in thick blood mud that oxidized and turned dark red in the air, but it was forever bright because of its constant "smearing".

Several crystal generators surround it, providing countless amounts of energy for this thing, but even so, the resources of the entire nest city are still insufficient, and even those who don't understand what it is can see the "greed" it is showing at the moment.

Energy and fresh meat were its favorite things, and even the well-informed dimensional blacksmith had to look at the heretical creature with concern, and he spoke like a brother and a mortal. "That's the end of today's work, let's take a rest." The grille in his throat made his voice hoarse and unpleasant, but for those Chaos traitors, they breathed a sigh of relief, and the rest was like heaven.

But compared to the careful thinking of his subordinates, the blacksmith Valtex cares more about the monster in front of him, which is very different from Huron's philosophy, the chaotic power contained in it is enough to destroy the surface of this world, although Valtex is still loyal in his heart, but he also decides one thing in private.

"If Garenne were here, he would definitely approve of me."

As one of the Blackheart King's henchmen, he still misses the old days, he didn't have much idea about whether the enemy was Empire or Chaos, he was only here because Huron needed him to help Vingar and help him take over the star system.

Now, he still had a lot of judgment of his own, and he removed a section of his power whip and stuffed it into this twisted subspace and technology hybrid creation, as a safe, as a safety bet, if he wanted to, he would destroy this evil creation if he activated his weapon.

He still didn't know who was right and who was wrong in doing this, but as a dimensional blacksmith, he knew very well that he shouldn't create monsters, at least, never monsters that he couldn't control.

"What are you doing? Blacksmith? Valtex's movements were sluggish, but he didn't hesitate to shove his stuff into it, his voice ethereal and distorted, and he knew exactly who it was.

"Shut up, Ark of Omen." He is proud of his soul's creed on iron, tools should not rebel against humans, he is only completing his own design.

"I'm your collaborator, and what are you doing in my new body? Blacksmith? Where is your loyalty and faithfulness? ”

Tervax pressed the activation button of his weapon, and the Destruction Stance spread out over the branch of the Evil Omen's Ark Soul's core, and Meroving, at least its self-proclaimed Merovingian being, let out a shrill scream a moment later in the face of the screams of death for his own soul.

"You! You can't! I am the key to your victory! I am your key to conquering the nightmare! ”

Valtex turned off his weapon, and the mech's voice weakened visibly. "You're in... Destruction......... Ours, united! ”

Valtex, on the other hand, showed amazing confidence. "You're nothing more than a machine, to be exact... Ectoes aren't so clearly conscious, and you might be a, Iron Man, and you're pretending to be a mech. ”

"Only the ritual of the dimensional blacksmith or the mechanical priest can blur the communication of the machine soul, I know very well, but I didn't expose you, it's for this, you're my thing, AI!"

"You're still so short of energy to activate your new body, aren't you? Should you be able to move? I can feel that your inner structure is complete, and don't forget, my body was forged by me. ”

"Work for me, or I'll kill you." The dimensional blacksmith has no fear, this demonic AI is powerful, but no matter how powerful its body is, it will not know the data it has only entered now, in other words, it has no idea about the threat posed by the blacksmith.

"You're a scumbag compared to Vingar!" Merovingian scolded, because its replica took on a considerable amount of its data source, if it died, it would have hundreds of years of records gone, it knew very well that its greatest value was the record of the Dark Ages, it couldn't bet on this!

And the blacksmith replied. "Surrender to me, or die."

Meroving's emotions had been developed over its long lifespan, and its wisdom had given it the ability to seek profit and avoid evil, until it met its new master, and the feeling of bondage crept back into its body, and now it did not want to taste it again, but death terrified it even more.

Weighing the pros and cons, its lifespan is infinite, but what is in front of it is no more than flesh and blood, even if he can cross a thousand years or more, it will eventually rot.

"I promise you, my lord."

"I can do get started, but Wyngar is asking me to get into a more mature state before I act, he's taking the city's energy core, right in that Mechchant camp."

Meroving's as a tool is just a part of its long life, it does not resist, and even it is born because of it, this body has not yet been formed, it has not enough strength to resist at the moment, its flesh and blood are enough, but it is still much less energy.

And Valtex also understands that raising tigers will eventually lead to trouble, but he and this machine soul tear their faces apart because he can't allow a powerful demigod like a space soldier to be in the company of a damn AI.

He said. "I'll let you into the battlefield,"

He was originally resistant to Huron's plan to form an alliance with the Aliens, so he was sent here, and it can even be said that Valtex's concept in this aspect is actually very old-fashioned, consistent with the Empire, humans are the greatest things, and Space Marines are the best among them.

He was so arrogant and acted like this, which was why Huron loved Vengar even more, and he could see the potential of the crimson angel.

Valtex doesn't understand this, his arrogance is indeed a good thing, but a guy who can use anything around him is more suitable for survival, if it seems that Alan Baier is actually more appreciated by Huron, and even according to Huron's character, he may try to recruit this powerful Imperial officer, as long as he has the opportunity...

Huron is different from those who are high-eyed, he is very pragmatic and willing to share, he knows that only unity can make mankind survive this dark age, but he also knows very well that the high lords are just bugs, and this empire is already in danger under human governance.

Although he uses the power of chaos, he has never really been obsessed with demons, everything he does is just to return the empire to that golden age of galloping galactics, although it is strange, but this dark world, how humans should exist, no one can say.

Huron is definitely a scumbag, a bad, a traitor, but he is also successful, but he doesn't know what humans need, and Alan Baier can imagine what humans need even when he looks at the freshly brewed coffee in the void!

"More coffee! Counselor, we need more coffee! Look at what I'm drinking, this one is simply, brush the pot water! Brush pot water of the Ministry of Military Affairs! ”

The staff officer sighed. "I've written my thirtieth application, Captain, but you really don't want to try the Divine Supplement?"

Alan Baier has a rule, that is, coffee can be drunk to change the liver, and stimulants are absolutely not used. "I refuse, get out of the way with your stuff."

"If I relied on those things, I would have misjudged in a pinch, excitement doesn't mean calm, we often dance with swords, I'll gamble with the lives of Skadi soldiers to win, but I'll try to stay normal."

His dependence on coffee made him a little crazy, you know, as a good young man who doesn't drink or smoke, the war has made him have a lot of problems, not to mention the messy injuries on his body, if it weren't for the Empire's medical technology that is really eye-catching and completely well-researched, and his position can enjoy those things, he doesn't even dare to drink coffee.

But he still had to complain about one thing, why can the artificial caffeine mixture also drink the aroma of the brush pot water, and what is the current situation in logistics?

"I can't go on this day...", Alan Baier fiddled with his new plug-in, which he still wanted to try, it must have been very enjoyable, but compared to this, he already knew about the invasion of the Red Pirates.

It was a bit of a luxury to test a gun with a Space Marine, and he was so satisfied with the wartime command of the ensign and captain that he even wondered if he was too fond of Blitzkrieg.

Maybe I drank too much coffee.

He rubbed his temples. "The war really won't stop, although those damn things are nothing more than that, staff officer, get ready for transports."

The staff officer put away his notebook. "Don't you apply for supplies?"

Alan Bair replied. "Although the ground situation is stable, I have a bad feeling, and the last time I felt this way was when we were swept up in subspace fluctuations to reach the Gulf of Calms."

"Fate is turning, I did a divination, she said so, I am destined..."

The staff officer interrupted suddenly. "Is the soothsayer dead?"

Alan Baier stuck. "Dead, one of the three psionics we brought with us on the shipwreck."

The staff officer said. "She can't grasp her own destiny herself, what to talk about you, what do you want to do so much, when I was in the academy, I only had the empire, the emperor, loyalty and teachings in my ears, and then that academy disappeared because of the alien invasion."

"I think those so-called fates are illusory, no one can decide, at least I will definitely complete the matter of retirement."

Alan Bair took a sip of "brush pot water". "I hope you can finish your retirement." But the rough truth is true, those psionic people can't control their own destiny, and the subspace is also the territory of chaos power, he can't tell whether it is the emperor's guidance or the treacherous smile of the Lord of All Changes, so he can only do the things around him well.

"Alright, let's get on board."

"I'm fed up with this place, there's nothing, although the world of the Machine Sect stinks, but it's still somewhat normal gravity, and I'm going to have osteoporosis during this time."

The staff officer asked. "But didn't you say before that this is better than the stinky mechanical casting world?"

Alan Bair rolled his eyes. "It's called a tactical mindset, and to be honest, both places are rubbish compared to Gondeva VI."

The staff officer sorted out his special Imperial military hat, which was probably a large rooster-like crown, conspicuous and suspicious of whether it would be set on fire by the enemy, which is why Alan Byrer preferred his little green steel helmet.

It's more important to survive.

And then there is the familiar atmosphere of the transport plane and the crowded cargo compartment, as an officer, Alan Baier can actually be the entire transport plane alone, but the staff officers will not, they must share the weal and woe with the soldiers to enjoy their trust, so Alan Baier will not either, this is not for the staff officers, but he is a place as big as a seat, and there is no one next to him, which feels a little scary.

The empire doesn't open any windows for the Bulldog-class assault ships or anything, and it feels like a prison or something when no one is around.

Fortunately, the Skady soldiers often maintain their bodies, there is no abnormal smell, and they dare not squeeze their lieutenant colonel, after all, they have seen how this fierce man opens the brains of Greenskin.

The roar of the transporter's pistons and the gravitational pull of the departure made Alan Baier feel himself moving, and he had experienced it several times in his damn days, each time it had taken him to a new hell, but he couldn't hate it, because maybe he would be glad he felt it that day.

After all, the retreat was probably also carried out by transport planes.

When the only Skady regiment left, the Imperial Guard stationed here finally entered a state of slack rest, and the high-intensity pull and rapid garrison of the war almost drained all the energy of the mortals here.

They were also short of supplies, and even if the Skadi was an elite group enjoying more of it, their supplies were even more predictable.

The morale was not good, the fatigue was constant, and the soldier on the operating table couldn't help but cover his head, he thought, Emperor, I'll rest for a while.

But there were green arms crawling out of the vents behind him, and they weren't demons, they were aliens, and they didn't come to punish the Imperial Guards for not working seriously, but to take their lives.

Looking at the situation here, the soldiers are tired, the great war has consumed them a lot, but the air supremacy of the Void is still not in their hands.

There were still a lot of boys in the original asteroid base, and although they couldn't form such a large force, they were still enough for him to use.

He pulled out his dagger and slit the throat of the sleeping soldier, leaving him to die in peace. "Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, what a good opponent." After he finished speaking, he took his few remaining orc bosses and approached the transport plane in front of him.

His thick fingers skillfully used the control panel to open the isolation chamber, the orcs entered the assault ship, and the spaceship slowly left, although it was only a transport ship, but they could still cross the star system, One-Eye was not worried that he would not be able to go back, but he knew very well that the next difficulties had just begun.

The transport plane came to the airspace, and the battleship in the void immediately sent a message.

"Stop, stop, report your number and mission, rank and goal."

One-eyed immediately pinched his throat, took out a dog tag from his pocket, and replied. "Skadi's only regiment, Sergeant Lawner, has delayed his sortie due to an orc attack and asked to leave the port."

The opposite answers. "It's the heroes of the Skadi Regiment, please leave!"

One-Eye breathed a sigh of relief, the transport plane streaked through the void, and those Imperial fleets still didn't know that they had just returned to the mountain, and there was no doubt that One-Eye would be a big obstacle, especially after he woke up.

Now that the forces of chaos are increasing at the end of this fortieth millennium, and the aliens are also ready to move, what awaits the Imperial Guard is getting worse and worse, if the Emperor really complains about us...

My scarred Krieg-style trench phone, which is the so-called four corners of the tape, was coded when walking the dog today, and it was jerked and dropped on the ground of Terra, although it is still in service, but it is difficult for me to describe why this art style broken screen has the feeling of ink painting.

I'm going to have to get used to it.

I really have to rest today, I'm not used to using computer codewords. ）

The most unlucky lately, hahaha ()

(End of chapter)