This star system can't sustain a war big enough to affect the entire star field, and the lack of supplies spreads like a virus, whether it is a loyal or a traitor, in the current era of subspace storms, they are all trapped beasts who need to survive, and they must also fight each other.

In the light of the Void Shield, mortals are ready to attack, traitors are approaching, radio noises are emerging, people must distinguish the voices of their teammates, the orders of their superiors, in this long and distorted late forty-millennium, on the potholed surface of the blue land, there is no difference between traitors or loyalty, only life and death.

"Load your ammo! Plasma Equip! For some reason, the servant began to be paralyzed on a large scale, and the servo skull was not necessarily good! The armored forces are preparing for an artillery bombardment, and we have to stall for time! ”

"In any case, for the sake of the Empire, for us, for the sake of humanity, we need to take this battle, Skadians, absolutely not afraid of heresy!"

Live or die, they don't have many options, aiming at the enemy, assuming weapons, explosive bombs and automatic guns, plasma or heat rays, the emperor's wrath is ready to be unleashed, and the space marines are also interested in looking at the Imperial Guards with their far beyond mortal vision.

They were not afraid of the Imperial Guard's firepower from such a distance, and the reason why they didn't avoid it at all was because of their trust in Meroving's animatronic dragon.

The second lieutenant listened to the reports coming over the radio, the murmur was annoying, the good news seemed to be disturbed by something strange, and the second lieutenant kept asking. "Shelling that? What happened to the Petrified Lizard Column? ”

The radio came intermittently. "The Soul of the Machine... No... Pleased... Shoot... Lost ......"

"Zizi... Zizi. The voice turned into a complete murmur, and a bad premonition grew in him, and he couldn't help but think that if the emperor really blessed them, then please tell him what the heretics had done.

But to protect the armored regiments of the Reich and ... The 113th Regiment of Phlaxia, he needed to fulfill his responsibilities as a man, and his cowardice became worthless, and man walked upwards only in difficult situations, and in any case, the days when he was protected were over.

This time he had no shield at all, whether it was his own mecha, or his companion, or his own lieutenant colonel.

"Can I do it?" This sentence came out of the second lieutenant's mouth and said to himself, he looked at the bloody things in the distance, the traitors of chaos want the Imperial Guard to die, they want the world to be burned by the flames of war, but will the fire they carry burn their souls?

He said as he looked down at the communicator. "Scout team, it's time to shoot, the code name of this war, Prometheus!"

In the wasteland and ruins, the mortal elite armed with the RailRifle is ready to attack, and the things that Skady took from the Titanium Clan are actually far more than those armor, such useful and powerful things are also one of their goals, but the related ammunition has no production capacity, and the only Skadi regiment does not rely on its use.

Dressed in a sandsuit and tucking a giant palm-sized magazine into it, this terrifying weapon is something that rarely kills a Space Marine with a single hit, and it is also a killing weapon that requires an extremely large amount of energy.

The gun was aimed, and the sand rolled over the dry crystals, blurring his monitor, but he still held his breath.

But when the electronic magnification device began to appear on the screen, and the sniper had to be assisted by mechanical sights, the distance was almost the limit of human sight, Prometheus was now holding the fire, and he was going to knock off the torch in the hands of the foolish future and extinguish the flames of the rebellious demigods before the flames could bring punishment to humanity.

Humanity can no longer afford a spark at this moment, whether it is good or bad, whether it is to change the corrupt status quo of this empire, or to set anything on fire, for the end of this dark fortieth millennium.

And he's the vulture punishing Prometheus at the moment, he just needs to extinguish those things.

He shoots (and takes out the heart) of the changemakers (traitors to the peace) on behalf of the Empire (the gods), and he has been lurking in this place for so long that the demigods have not been able to detect his existence, so long that the hidden carapace armor of his body to hide the sound of breathing and heartbeat is soaked with metabolites.

And his sacrifice at this moment will be exchanged for victory and peace, without which the empire will not be able to survive to this day.

His cloudy, sharp pupils hadn't squirmed dramatically when he seemed to be in his natural environment, but now he grasped his target, staring intently at the man.

Bright red armor, dark skin, and taller than his brothers, Prometheus's body was revealed to the vultures as he put on the helmet that represented the command and stepped forward to investigate the pitiful situation.

Vingar, the heart of a traitor, who pumps his blood like a consciousness called dignity and bond to command traitors like giants, and if the scarlet angel leaves the mortal world, its terrible legions will be scattered.

Shoot, shoot, his heart began to stir, and those cloudy things echoed in his mind, but he remained calm, the person in front of him was the enemy of the Skadians, the person in front of him was the enemy of the Empire, but he had to wait like a stone, waiting for an absolute chance to hit.

Fate turns slowly, and those that are good, bad, right, wrong, loyal or twisted, are all in the place where the strong energy hits after the trigger is pulled.

The sword of Damocles was now hanging high above the head of Vengar, and the intense railgun shot and its terrifying power beyond the speed of sound were repeatedly accelerated in countless rings, if you want to describe it, it is probably the power of the thunder is more powerful and millions of times concentrated on this "arrow of Orion" created by the alien, used by the Empire, and shot the alien.

Death, the word flashed through Vingar's mind, he would die, almost the moment the railrifle was fired, the thought came to his mind, and the fear and what the superhuman vision had seen made him regret his genetic modification even more.

The lightning-like light is beyond the reach of mortals, and only the Space Marines look at their commander in an instant, and the thoughts of the superhumans turn from the pride of occupying this place and the arrogance of Meroving's power to surprise, fear, and then anticipation.

Expect their masters, brothers, and commanders to die, and they can regain their instincts, enjoy the bad things, and get what they want.

Ironically, for Vingar, the Blade of Death is the salvation of his brothers, and for the Chaos Traitors, it is the beginning of the life they are looking forward to.

Greed, distortion, those supermen can obviously do it, but those emotions make the supermen who can hinder this shooting unmoved, dare not move, do not want to move.

Disappointment flashed through Vingar's mind, and at this moment he couldn't help but think that maybe only those mortals would have pity for him as a "benevolent" leader, and it was all his pretense, he really had nothing, despite being in a high position...

Death is not bad, the gods have summoned him, the power of destruction and the words of the Most High Heaven must not be ignored, his soul has been booked, although it has come a little early, and his great achievements are not complete, but he is also satisfied.

Wayngar really let go, but only revenge he was still angry and still wanted to hold on, but his fingers and arms, which could usually crush rocks, couldn't grasp anything at the moment, nothing, the world was empty.

It's just that his death is so ridiculous, he was sniped to death by mortals, the bird and his senses have blinded him, telling him that there is no danger here, Tao Gang gave him confidence and dared to move forward, and now his arrogance should pay the price, and mortals have taught him a good lesson again...

He closes his eyes, and when a person can give up everything at his peak, his will is so strong that the things that make people obsessed are just a passing moment.

His actions have moved a man who will never save him, a powerful spirit that envelops his body, the power of Merovingian, and the only person who can control it is the dimensional blacksmith, the only being who wants and can seize his expeditionary force the most.

The arrows of the rail rifle were so powerful that they fell on top of the psionic energy, and even the psionic energy that the tens of millions of years old AI learned in the subspace could not hinder it, but it could keep Vingar alive.

Bang!

Superman flew out, and the brothers approached with feigned affection, shouting. "Commander!" But to see Vingar clutching his chest, that terrible thing didn't kill him?

At this moment, a group of supermen looked at Vingar indifferently and fearfully, they were not sure, if they did it at this moment, if they did it at this moment! Can... Regaining freedom and fun?

And then they saw the Power Whip, the love of a certain blacksmith, who knelt down on one knee, as a true veteran, Huron's henchman, Valtex's authority was now completely overpowering Vingar.

Vingar leaned weakly against the ruins, mutilated, the blood in his chest did not stop, his superhuman-like modified organs were smashed all over the place, the stones and reinforced concrete on the ruins were also smashed by his body, and now he was completely unable to resist, he was destined to die.

"Take it, if you can give us victory, take all of me, blacksmith, I know you want it."

Dimensional blacksmith, Valtek put away his weapon, he had only used it to summon his servant, he reached out and punched the apothecary's tonic through the injection port of the power armor into his heart, the sting sensation of overloading his flesh to repair crawled back into Vingar's body.

"Why?" The Crimson Angel was extremely puzzled, but Valtek just said. "I'm for the Red Pirates, you're worth a lot, that's all."

"Value? Did you save my life because of this? Vyngar's tone turned cold, and the resentment grew in his heart because of his brother's indifference to him, and although Valtex saved him, there was still a gap.

His bright red armor was torn at the moment, his chest was naked with a pitch-black carapace, and even those things were broken, and the muscles like Greek statues were slowly healing from the potion, but his eyes were very cold.

He stood up with his crumbling body, raised his gun, revenge, complaint, the heavy rail rifle kept the vulture from leaving, the flash of the shot was exposed, the sensing device and the bird divination on his carapace flashed a sign of danger, and then the explosive bullet slashed through the air like a sharp blade, and the wound was also in the chest, like the pain of Vengar.

The ensign waited in the castle for good news, but received only one sentence. "Vultures die."

The second lieutenant looked at this huge and boundless open space, looked at those traitors who were about to move, and couldn't help but be touched by the feelings in his heart for his comrades, he looked at this cruel universe and took a deep breath.

He changed to an all-army channel. "All the members of the only regiment of Skadi, as well as the brothers of the Twelfth Regiment of Gray Engar, I should not waste time in wartime, but I have to say that just now, our plan to snipe the enemy commander went bankrupt, and then we will encounter a frenzied counterattack of heretics, although those bloody things do not know what to control our war engine, but the light of the emperor surrounds us."

"And I'm the only second lieutenant in Skady, you may know me, you may not have seen me, but I also live in the camp, eating unpalatable food, singing the praises of the glory of the emperor, I once had nothing, crawling around in the nest, like hell, the days of hell are still vivid."

"But the emperor chose me, and now we are different, stepping into war, taking rifles, even if death and tragic fate surround us."

"The heretic's sorcery and their stupid weapons are doing senseless interference, and we don't have supplies, we all know it, but we have to fight even with bayonets."

"We don't fight on slogans, we don't fight on faith, we don't rely on anything, we just want to survive, we just want to make the traitors who tore the empire pay the price, we just want to get back what belongs to humanity, in this pitch black... In the Void Universe, the light of the Empire is immortal, and although it is not warm, it is also better than darkness. ”

"All my comrades-in-arms, in the name of the temporary commander, I order, we must protect the safety of this place to this world, or we all die, and those heretics have only this choice, either die or they are defeated!"

The soldiers raised their weapons, and the ranks of heretics slowly moved forward, without the protection of the Void Shield, they could only rely on physical resistance to explosives, and without the bombardment of petrified lizards, they only had individual weapons to attack the supermen who were outnumbered by their equipment.

The lieutenant took a breath as the traitors pressed in, the radio was becoming more and more unstable as Merovingian approached, he didn't know why, but he could probably feel that it would be the last thing he could say to the Imperial Guard.

He shouted with all his might. "For the Emperor! Brothers! ”

said that I wanted to write 12,000 or still didn't write it, and now the code words are getting slower and slower, and I don't know why the joints and wrists are aching

This is the so-called occupational disease, I don't know very much

Or maybe I'm rushing too much ()

(End of chapter)