The dark green parachute landed on the Mechonia fortress, and the loyal soldiers saluted the officer who had landed, and his black eyes, hair, messy uniform, and a large green helmet were hard to imagine as the commander of a battle group, but his presence revived the morale of this desperate place.

Sadistic believers are not fools, on the contrary, can maintain devotion to his god for long periods of time, this non-commissioned officer may have experienced far more than mortal imagination, he said astutely.

"You're... I see, it seems that things are getting interesting, and the duel that disturbed me can be put aside, but I ask for a substitution, blood sacrifice to the blood god, and use the best heart for myself. He let go of the ensign, he didn't want the young man to die, but he found better prey.

Skadi's soldiers are also falling one after another, although the veterans have not jumped over the parachute, but the war they have experienced outweighs the countless thrills of such acts, and it is more difficult for them to cross the forest or the enemy's lair.

After the elites crowded the castle, they quickly joined the fight against the Space Marines, instantly slowing down the approaching enemies, and this change made Wayngar urgent.

"Horn, don't care about your bloody battles! Hurry up and clean up the upper castle floors! "Vyngar's orders echoed in the sergeant's helmet, and he was a little dissatisfied, but as a Space Marine, obedience was one of his fundamentals.

"I've changed my mind, mortals, brothers, do it!" His tone was dissatisfied, although it was not strong, but Alan Baier could hear it and guess it.

"Blood sacrifice to the god of blood? It's ridiculous that your honor has been discarded in such a few words? Don't even dare to challenge mortals? ”

Alan Baier touched his chin, to be honest, he couldn't hear the heretics' calls, but he guessed, and then found their contradictions, and a word was like a sharp knife into the hearts of Vingar and the non-commissioned officers, expanding those contradictions that could not be saved again.

Sometimes, Alan Baier's understanding of the enemy's humanity is more terrifying than his combat effectiveness, knowing himself and his opponent, and winning all battles, which is also the basis for his survival in this cruel world, he can understand aliens, heresy, and even more than the Inquisition.

The non-commissioned officer could feel that when the words came out of the mortal's mouth, his head was already exploding, and anger and a desire for a duel had replaced those things, such as loyalty to the current Legion, or loyalty to a commander he was not used to.

That's the case with the traitors, no one believes it, not even Huron, and the people he values are his old ministry, so that those old ministries can be bound by his affection?

When his love for his former brother is noticed by the traitors and pirates who join later, jealousy and fear will arise, and Huron will stabilize his connection with his brothers, and it must be said that in terms of human nature, Huron is also absolutely terrible.

But such wisdom was something that the young Vengar could not ask for, and now he could only take responsibility for his own youth, of course he shouted.

"Don't listen to that mortal!"

But he found that there was no reply from the other side, only the Chaos Warriors staring at Alan Baier's movements and the feeling of being ready to move.

Hooked, the rabbit ears of the sadist are just good, the thought flashed through Alan Baier's head, and then he continued. "It's ridiculous, blood sacrifices to the blood god."

"It's just a reckless man commanded by young people, and he can't do anything but bully mortals."

"You're off me, mortal, it's useless." The non-commissioned officer replied that unlike the madmen known in the world, the sadistic believers were extremely calm, rather, the warrior was not a reckless man, and in the crazy melee combat, how could the winner of the battle with his life be a group of madmen?

Alan Baier nodded. "But honor or surrender, you know very well, you like that thing, anger is also real, it is also true that you want to duel me, your blood is tumbling, like boiling liquid."

He reached out and turned off his communicator, and in the abrupt roar of Vengar, he replied. "You're really scary, mortal, who made you understand so much? Your emperor? ”

"I can't bother his old man." Alan Bair took off his gloves and slammed them in the face of the Chaos Warriors non-commissioned officer, and he wiped the thing off, and the grille let out a sneering laugh. "If we meet in the Empire, maybe we'll be friends."

Alan Baier shook his head. "No, there are no ifs in this world, and I won't be friends with the World Eater."

The non-commissioned officer raised his hand. "I roamed the dark stars for fifty years, long before the Supreme Emperor brought me under his command, and I can tell you that."

"Monsters of all kinds unimaginable to mankind are all over countless broken worlds, they are so filthy and filthy that just one look is enough to make a person suffer a cardiac arrest, and no mortal will can resist the strange and all kinds of evil of the aliens."

"So, if we're going to survive in such a terrifying galaxy, what's there to be surprised at when that wise man needs humanity's own evil?"

"My blood, my violence, he deliberately created it, inherited from me from my original body, and you keep saying loyalty, but you express disgust for my character?"

The non-commissioned officer's words were sharp, his thoughts were clear, he had seen thousands of monsters in this dark universe, and he had tasted the craziest tastes, he did not think that mortals with short lives could refute this, although he loved force, he still proudly chose to win.

Alan Bair just refuted him, only lightly refuted him. "If you think that violence is the way to overcome this dark universe, then why is your power being enjoyed by your gods, who are also the embodiment of this dark universe, since you have betrayed and become a part of the countless twists and grotesques of this dark galaxy, don't judge yourself with the words of the loyal of the Empire, Mr. Monster."

"The Emperor didn't shape your original body for violence, he was originally a great commander, but the loss caused by an accident caused the Butcher's Nail to be embedded in his head, and this accident caused the wrath of the World Eater, and I want to say that the Emperor didn't want to fill the universe with violence and evil in the first place."

"He is farther away than any life you know, he is older than anything you have seen, and you are just a so-called "prophet" who sits in a well and watches the heavens, cocooning himself. ”

"You are like your demon primordial, self-depraved, stupid, seemingly intelligent, but only a puppet, fidded with by the Vengar, fidded with by the gods."

The non-commissioned officer fell silent, his haughty body and raised arms slightly lowered, and he realized that his perfect victory was now broken, like glasswork, and could never be repaired.

It wasn't something that others recognized, nor was it a goal given to him by the gods, but the thought that he didn't want to lose as a warrior echoed in his mind, but at the moment that feeling he felt turned into anger.

"How dare you say it! Mortal! His voice was amplified by the grille, like a hellish roar, and just being around him was enough to rupture the eardrum and damage the central nervous system.

Alan Bair raised his weapon and struck him on his armor without hesitation, destroying the grille, and the intense heat rays made the Chaos Warriors feel as if their mouths were burning, and their faces were pressed against the brass throne.

"Ahh He cried out, but his voice became strange, and it couldn't have been so terrible anymore.

Alan Baier just said. "You've made my soldiers nervous, and the duel has begun!"

Heat rays, bang bang, flames flashing in the muzzle, those dead things were enough to melt the terracotta steel and kill Superman, and the non-commissioned officer immediately resisted with his shoulder armor, where his armor was most solid, even though the metal here had become potholed and ugly, the heat rays only made it more ugly.

However, the lieutenant's efforts were never bad or useless, and when the demigod couldn't help but move slightly slowly due to the physical pain, and Alan Bair's unexplained strengthening, he actually accomplished a miracle that mortals could not believe.

He dodged the lightning-like impact and the subsequent chainsaw sword with an almost perfect sideways turn that even someone as well as a staff officer who knew Alan Bair couldn't help but shout. "Emperor!"

If the Skadi's trust in Alan Baier left him alone to face the traitor, it was only now that they truly realized that the person in front of them, the person who commanded them, was the one chosen by the Emperor, destined to accomplish great things, otherwise they would never be able to dodge this attack.

Although the Space Marines look bulky, they are never slow, they are not stupid, they are not inferior in martial arts, the World Eaters have accumulated thousands of years of technology and strength, and even sacrifice their souls for it, and such an attack is dodged by mortals, and the kind of surprise and shame even shakes the members of the assault team next to them.

"Brother? Does your body need to adjust? Compared to Vingar, the feelings of the squad were more dense and urgent, and the members of the squad immediately asked their captain, but the non-commissioned officer was also surprised, but he quickly replied.

"Good luck," he said, but was it really luck? War and combat are not dominated by luck, and the non-commissioned officer is vigilant, and he knows very well how powerful his attacks are.

And Alan Baier himself seems to be breezy, fear and cold sweat still can't help but overflow, he has experienced countless difficulties and adventures in his life, he has faced countless enemies, but this time is still the most dangerous.

"Huh... It seems that the emperor is protecting me, and where is your god? Heterodox. ”

The non-commissioned officer realized that something was wrong, this mortal, a little different from the weak ignorant things in his concept, no wonder he would be worshiped by so many people, and he made up his mind at this moment. "I won't, let you live."

"Whether it's for my gods, for the Red Pirates, or for this war."

"You're a variable, you disgusting thing."

Alan Baier was also very happy to be so "praised" by the heretic, and he also slowly adjusted the gun to the hot melt mode, and then the non-commissioned officer raised his weapon, and their next confrontation at the moment was both high and dead.

Guns and blades, chainsaws and hot melts, space marines and imperial guards, they are not the same root, but at the moment they are blade against gun, with the goal of survival, fighting and fighting for victory.

If the emperor was on top, he would not want to see such a situation, but this dark universe has broken all the good, hatred breeds in the hearts of mankind, the greed of heresy, the abomination of traitors, the distortion of monsters, and the fate that falls on the people of the empire who are still alive today, like a thousand pounds of burden.

Alan Bair carried the weight forward, although it seemed that he was out of tune, although it seemed that he could do anything, he was not a god after all, and it was impossible for him to kill a superman without paying the price.

"The Emperor." He looked at the charging non-commissioned officer. "If you really bless me and are really paranoid about me, then..."

He raised his gun and listened to the roar of the chainsaw sword and the crash of the power armor on the adamantite floor, at this moment, it was hard to describe who would win, but whoever died and who survived, they would change the direction of this war.

Taking a deep breath, aiming, and firing are already like muscle memory for Alan Baier, fast and boundless, even the Space Marines have to admit that this shooting is different from the slowness of mortals in their eyes, at least this lifting of the gun and aiming, has reached the level of Astarte.

But experience, he still lacks experience, what can't be obtained out of thin air in life is experience, and the Chaos Warrior Sergeant is much better than him in terms of experience.

The terrible crimson giant just used a small skill in swordsmanship, he had an illusion of vision, he erected the chainsaw sword in a strange posture, when the naked eye stared at that thing, it can even be said that the posture will make people look unconsciously, at this moment his actual distance will be blurred, this is a small skill he learned from the spirit race, but it is extremely easy to use at the moment!

According to his experience, the gap should be less than one meter, but this battle is too terrifying, it has reached the level of non-human beings, and the range of one meter is the moat, the mountain range that cannot be crossed, and at this moment Alan Baier is engrossed, and the non-commissioned officer quickly judged that he has no doubt that he has been hit!

And he had to keep the illusion of a one-meter field of view to suddenly accelerate, and then cut off the head on the opposite side.

The Chaos Space Marines do not lack the intelligence of Alan Baier, they are well aware of the capabilities of that firearm, but such a weapon cannot kill the Space Marines when the distance is not enough, so the non-commissioned officer dares to bet that the worst is paralysis, and the best is to kill directly!

One meter, enough, but Alan Baier didn't know anything, the enemy was already approaching in his eyes, he was engrossed, holding his breath, the gun was ready to fire, and he had to shoot at a foolproof distance to win a real victory, because he was sure that even if he melted half of the Chaos traitor, the remaining half would tear his body before he died!

Five meters, three meters, too fast, two meters! Alan Baier was surprised, he could barely catch up with that speed, his heart was silent, there was still one meter, endure!

But the kind voice suddenly appeared in his thoughts. "Shoot, my child."

Shooting?

Shoot!

Without thinking, he almost instinctively trusted the voice, and after the sound of the air burning and the violent and terrifying flash of the hot melt, the Chaos Warrior looked at his almost completely evaporated body. "Why, you... See... Break me..."

His powerful body was almost completely carbonized, and his power armor turned into magma flowing, burning the ground red, and Alan Bair's arm trembled, and he looked at the smoke-emitting muzzle of the gun and replied. "Probably, the emperor chose me."

It can be regarded as making up for the 8,000 words that were not written before

(End of chapter)