This world, Pan Lan, has been cut down to the limit by the Mechanistic Sect, and the earth, soil, minerals, and things that can be used have all become the forbidden territory of the Mechanistic Sect, providing a steady stream of supplies for this huge empire, but such a "dedicated and loyal" world has undergone abnormal changes.

In Sector D, the world's main nest, A2413, heretical forces are stationed like steel nails, and mortals have built defenses, barbed god-blessed autocannons, or logging guns, and even heavily modified bombs.

Their tops were covered in blessed evil-colored cloth, and from the sky they looked like ordinary ruined wastelands, and the detection of the orniths could not reach the cloths of divine grace.

Compared to the chaos of their previous defeats, they are not only orderly now, but even comparable to those warbands within the empire that are known for their order, although this statement is a bit blasphemous, but the warbands like space wolves may not be able to compare to this group of things that do not respect the Astarte Holy Book at this moment, although they do not respect it either.

But in just a year and a half, how much effort did Wyngar spend on creating such a traitor army? He may have been thankful to Alan Bair, if it weren't for this group of mortals, his troops wouldn't be so easy to train.

And how much pain did he suffer because of it? That kind of resentment, he repaid Skady and let Skady's fourth regiment taste it.

He's not a good guy, and while he's good enough to keep his word and even try to use people as virtuous as possible, the personality shift brought about by his proximity to the forces of chaos has made him insidious and vicious, and it's almost inevitable.

And his mood began to be cloudy, his thoughts were slightly jumbled, whispers and nightmares flashed in his ears, when the subspace jump that he had to start because of Alan Bair was forced to kick in, and they witnessed a lot of crazy things there, as the veterans of the Claws of the Stars had more or less done.

"Huh... Yes! Medicine, sedatives! Give me! "His struggles and contradictions are highlighted at this moment, and those twisted things are both his strength and the poison that corrupts him.

The mortal servant handed over the potion, and even though he had been "gentle" before, he lost the controller of his superhuman strength in those twisted whispers, and the crimson giant's thick arms trembled with the power of the power armor and crushed the mortal's head along with the liquid he handed over, swallowing it in a gulp, and only when his cheeks were stained with blood did Vingar realize what he had done.

He was like a mad beast, greedy for blood and fresh meat, and he retched, but the feeling came and went as fast as if he were no longer human.

"O Huron my lord... What am I doing? He wiped off the bones and rotten flesh, and watched as the mortals fell straight to the ground, damp the concrete streets of this world bright red, and then rapidly dulled by oxidation.

He didn't want the mortals to fear him, so he could only take out his saber and slowly cut the poor fellow, and then bagged it and burned it clean with white phosphorus, and said that his servant had made a bottle of expensive wine and had been sent to the front to collect troops.

Vengar couldn't help but smile bitterly when he finished doing that, his Crimson Claw was so sneaky, and it wasn't the first time he had handled things like this, his genetic seed was starting to have problems, his will and expectations were gradually distorted, and if he died one day, his seed would inherit such a curse...

He may not care about mortals, but that fear is buried in his heart, and Vingar doesn't understand what he has become, presumably, he is just a monster.

Knock knock, knock on the door suddenly, Vinegar could tell that such a heavy weight would not be mortal. "Come in, brother."

The metal door was pushed open, and the heavy riot door was like a toy, and the power armor characteristic of the dimensional blacksmith and his throat with a grille represented the comer.

Valtex said. "Murder again? Did Garenne (pharmacist) take his potion? ”

Vyngar nodded to his brother. "The effect is getting worse and worse...", his cheeks were still dry and bloody, and although they were completely unclear on his dark skin, they added to his frightening feeling.

"You need help." Although Valtex was unhappy with many things, the overall situation was still normal, and in his eyes, this unit was useless without the command of Vyngar.

Wayngar shook his head, he said paranoidly. "The only thing that can heal me is death, only the total extinction of the Skadian can make my heart ache and heal, although it will definitely leave scars, but as long as those mortals live, my blood thirst will become more and more severe and distorted."

"Attack, if we delay any longer, the city's energy will be completely insufficient, we have completed the casting of Meroving's soul engine, I have to admit that Meroving's wisdom has surpassed me in many aspects, and I can even use such a rough environment and materials to create a body where psionic energy and technology coexist." The dimensional blacksmith did not hesitate to praise him, but how much sincerity this was, and how much it was to make Wayngar trust, he couldn't tell, probably both.

Man is so complicated, he looks down on the recruits who join halfway in front of him, and worries about the problems that arise from his absence in the rear legion, and he despises the existence of Meroving, but also covets and approves of its soul.

Even the Chaos Traitors weren't black and white, and their twisted thoughts made them more complex than the Empire's forces in some way.

Wyngar had to think about this question at the moment, whether they could rely on their fighting brothers to take this world, whether they could win, if Merovingian could use 10% of his expected ability, they would get a springboard to invade this star system, and a ticket to invade the Gondelwa sub-star sector.

Now that the connection between the Pangia sub-sector and the Great Maelstrom, that is, the path to the Sun Sphere from the Extreme Star Field, has been completely controlled by the Red Pirates, as long as the Gondelwa Sub-Star Zone can be taken as a buffer, the imperial forces of the Extreme Star Domain will no longer be able to open the way here.

This expedition determines whether the Red Pirates can grasp the fate of the entire Extreme Star Field in a short period of time, and whether they can hold the tune played by the absurd Chaos Gods in this pitch-black void.

"Merovingian isn't perfect, is it? Its outer bone armor could not be shaped due to its lack of energy, and its ability to resonate was greatly weakened, and its songs could only spread about 2 kilometers, which was too dangerous. ”

"Valtex blacksmith, sometimes it's important to wait..."

But it's hard to say if he's tempted, and if Merovingian can start now, the tide of battle will inevitably be reversed.

But the dimensional blacksmith spoke. "It's okay, action, only that camp in this city still has large energy equipment to maintain the Void Shield, if we continue to delay, the energy supply will be insufficient, it will bring irreversible weakness to Meroving's clone."

Wyngar was touched. "Really? Gods, it looks like we're going to have to move. There was a lot of loneliness in his tone, and it was clear that he wanted this to be done steadily, but Meroving's need for flesh and energy also exceeded his expectations.

But Vingar wasn't one of those cowardly Imperial Guard officers, he was a crimson angel, he was a demigod, he took up his weapon, and in addition to using that thing to solve the murder scene, he finally had a way to stop his blood thirst.

To go to war with his own nightmares, to fight with his own fate, as he did before, what he said, what he emphasized, all he said was that he let him be expelled from the warband, what will he encounter this time?

Wayngar is smart and stupid, he is clever because he is a tactical genius, stupid because he can't see his fate clearly, pick it up or put it down, success or death, failure with victory.

Wine is made by someone, but no one knows who swallows its sweetness in the end.

Bombs, chainsaws, plasma, wind blasts, hot melts, the weapons of war have been picked up by a number of treasures, and the weapons that have followed the traitors across the galaxy have begun to thirst for blood and death.

Merovingian was released in the clearing, and he began to stretch his twisted limbs from the long, canister-like pillars, twisting his mechanical limbs like a flesh pumping station to drive its life, and if I had to describe the posture of that thing, it would be...

"O gods! It's a wurm made of blood and machinery! Mortals shouted, they never knew that what they were serving day and night could be so horrible as a machine and a twisted object of flesh and blood born entirely for war and killing.

The smell of blood was strong with the smell of corruption and oil mixed with promethium, and its slender limbs made it doubtful that it could walk in normal gravity, but the powerful psionic energy carried the massive body forward, and the fully unfolded flesh wurm was 7-8 meters long, even taller and larger than the Space Marine.

The fact that it had been crouched in place had been crushed in place, and it was easy to see how heavy the Merovingian mass that would make the concrete look like this was a huge weight.

As the hot winds of the world swept through its body, twisted ballads erupted from the rotten hollows, like ethereal wails, but penetrating, and the Chaos Psionic and Meroving's extreme understanding of the mechic soul had shaped it to perfection in this respect, and it was born an anti-mechanical demon.

When the traitors heard that voice, they instantly felt the weight of their power armor that was loyal to them appeared. "Brother, my armor is stopped!"

His tone was a little confused, you know, the armor cast by pottery steel can keep moving even if he eats a soul erasing bullet, this is the best and most loyal partner in his life, and now he is actually... Failed?

Chaos flashed through the minds of the demigods, and it was only a moment for mortals, and they didn't even notice it, but Merovingian let out a low voice of shame. "Space marines, creations of emperors, what gods, but maggots too."

But moments later, Merovingian felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the dimensional blacksmith walked in, holding the long whip that made it like a nightmare, and pressed the position of destruction.

"Ahhh My lord! Spare me! ”

The dimensional blacksmith replied. "You have despised your master, punish a little."

"Now, go to battle, my servant."

Meroving's head was lowered, the arrogance and backbone of the previous seemed to be gone, but the horror it brought made the Space Marines have to wonder if they were right to cooperate with such a monster...

The storm is coming, those terrible twisted things are greedily stretching out their claws to the Empire, the desires of the Red Pirates are getting closer and closer, loyalty, traitors, death, victory, those tragic foundations that are forever emphasized and constantly repeated will be re-enacted in this dark fortieth.

The second lieutenant still hadn't grasped the heart of his fate, he was already familiar with the cathars in this camp, but here in addition to the Void Shield and a few hundred decent electric rifles, the Dominating Sage was diligent in his post.

And said, to build a good relationship, in fact, the relationship between the second lieutenant and the sage is good, and those servants are actually his clones.

"Sage, what do you think of our situation?" The second lieutenant asked such a question about the Mechonist with great interest, of course, because he didn't know that these things that seemed to be machines were actually human.

The sage was lukewarm, and the third arm calmly dismantled the armor left behind by the death of the traitor Star Marine, and then sewed onto the body of his servant, sparks flying, just to provide an extra touch of help in wartime.

No matter what it is, they are trying to survive and survive, and war is nothing more than this for life on the battlefield, and the way to survive is to kill the enemy without thinking about anything else.

"The probability of survival is 87 percent, the situation is optimistic, the attack of heretics is not a big deal, Ommiseiah bless, second lieutenant."

"Yes, we are blessed, life is getting better and better, and when I finish this war, I will apply to go to a world to serve as a PDF."

"I suddenly don't feel like I'm fit for a military career, Sage." The second lieutenant is still vulnerable in this area because of the psychological burden of his previous defeats, and it is not that people can overcome it without recognizing their mistakes, but they need growth and time, although the world does not wait for you.

The Dominant stopped what he was doing, he was optimistic about the young man, especially since he knew that the second lieutenant had saved his apprentice.

"You're a good fit, second lieutenant, responsibility is your most powerful weapon and driving force, like your own source force (source force is the general term for energy in the Mechon) that drives you forward."

"I'm more of a scholar than a warrior, and for me, the battlefield is just one of the places I need to set foot in to get my rights, and for you, that's probably all you've had so far."

"And you told me that you were going to give up your insistence? You've already got your heart in mind, don't think too much about it. ”

It is difficult to say how such a sage could have reached such a high position, but the void is vast, and there are no surprises.

This strange remark made the second lieutenant slightly happy, but at this moment, the promethium lamps in the entire camp suddenly dimmed.

The sage reported it. "Internal mechanical hindrance, survival probability adjusted, 76,65,43 percent..."

The ethereal song has arrived, the gears of fate turned, the bell roared three times, one piston, two turns the gear, three long praises of the gods...

Today's challenge is 10,000 update

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