When the people forget their duty they are no longer human and become something less than beasts. They have no place in the bosom of humanity nor in the heart of the Emperor. Let them die and be forgotten

When people forget their responsibilities, they cease to be human beings and become beasts. They do not exist in the hearts of men, nor in the hearts of emperors. Let them die, be forgotten.

- Imperial Tome

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After a brief victory by the Skadians, the forces of chaos that had been entrenched here were dissolved, the cloudy electromagnetic interference was no longer there, and the clear communication represented the enemy's retreat, and it was the signal for Wyngar to ask Merovingian to rest.

The assault team picks up the bones of their brothers, the only respect Alan Barr has given them, as a reward for protecting the empire before they became traitors, even though the losses caused by their rebellion are greater, but those sins have been settled by death.

The rest of the Space Marine Commando will be born in fear and struggle, and in their own shattered dignity, if they can still find luck to get revenge on Alan Bair, he may be more than happy to see them together in the face of their destructive power.

The humiliation of their groveling to mortals at this moment will be with them for a long life, until they die of overwhelming burden.

The enemy began to retreat in an orderly manner, lest the losses not increase, and they knew that they could not take the castle anymore, and the communications corps of the upper command area chattered at Alan Barr, as if they had no limit of energy and had not experienced war.

"Lieutenant Colonel Alan Baier has returned, we held out, the enemy has been routed, long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! ”

The traitors dodge the Skadian elite like the ebbing tide, but Alan Bair was not happy, and within minutes, the staff arrived with a full load of dog tags, which represented far fewer unique Skadian people in the world.

They are indeed the cheap lives in the nest capital, but at the moment they are all strong imperial warriors, the honor of the emperor, the war against the chaos space marines is too tragic, when those things that are designed to deal with chaos and aliens draw their swords against their compatriots at this moment, the losses caused are even better than those of aliens.

But in this dark universe, what kind of state are mortals in? The emperor thought that mortals could not afford the recovery of this vast universe, so he designed the Space Marine... But now it seems that such a design is not right, as long as there is enough faith and strength, human beings themselves are still invincible.

No matter how strong the body is, it can't prevent the consciousness from being invaded by chaos, and no matter how smart the brain is, it will be corrupted by honor and struggle, and those supermen do have a lot of them, which can be called angelic behaviors, but at the moment they only bring death and cruelty.

Looking at the list of fallen brothers, Alan Bair understood why the Lord of Terragor was so jealous of those superhumans, and if that force could not be controlled, it was when desperate slaughter came, and they still had better conditions for rebellion than mortal troops.

At least the Space Marines can still carry barges to travel between the stars, while the Imperial Guard can only endure conflicts with the Navy, and mortals rely too much on the Ministry of War, even if they rebel, it is difficult to form a large-scale legion, but the Chaos Space Marines do not need it at all.

Those supermen who can sustain a fight for long periods of time without eating or drinking, and can kill a dozen mortals even with their bare hands, such monsters are hardly human, and they are difficult to truly control.

The betrayal of the Space Marines is the eternal pain of the Human Empire, and those Supermen often only need a great commander to burst out of power, tear open wounds, and leave the ancient empire in the pain of sleepless nights.

When Alan Baier sat in the command room, the brothers' dog tags were lined up, shining, and lonely under the light of promethium, Ailan Baier from the beginning of loneliness, the family has been changing, constantly, comrades leaving, new arrivals, but now, he realizes that there are fewer and fewer Skadi.

He didn't have any real racist notions, but he still knew very well where he belonged in his life, and now that his hometown was gone, there were wars, and he didn't do his part.

“1… 2… 3… 768… 769… 770..."He counted the dog tags, which were also life-like things, and it was hard to imagine that such a small thing could represent those, all living imperial men and women, but that was the reality.

As with the data reported by the staff officer before, 770 people, Skadi's number has shrunk seriously, and he came so late, he is sorry for his comrades, he should not do any expeditions or treasure digging in the void, if he can go back sooner...

The silent command room was opened, and the sound of military boots and the deep voice of a male voice sang his familiar melody. "If the wildcats can succeed, then probably we can too, and today's story will be remembered, and the loyal will will be sung from generation to generation, and the emperor's will will always be satisfied."

The staff officer stepped over, and Alan Baier laughed.

"Why is the lyrics different every time?"

The staff officer said. "I've been away from home for so long that I barely even know where I'm from, and I entered the Loyal Heir Academy when I was a child."

"But I can understand how you feel, it's like being in a big family for the first time, but my brothers and sisters are gradually leaving, when the barracks are empty, and the traces of life left on those beds make my heart like a knife."

"But we can't stay, there are still soldiers who need your comfort, and there are wars that need your command, and I am Ling's chief of staff (high-ranking ZW), and the emperor's most loyal servant, I now order you, Captain Skadi, landless war lord, to take your family to offer loyalty to the emperor."

He took out the appointment letter prepared in advance, what was written Skady, what was written on the War Lord Want, what was written on Alan Bair, but the content on it could no longer be realized, he no longer had a home, but the remaining Skadi people needed his command, and Skadi was immortal.

Alan Bair brushed the special piece of paper, and the Terra Star badge at the heart of his chest shone brightly, as if to tell him that people like you will never be satisfied until they succeed, until they drive traitors and aliens away.

"Emperor, if the war can really end, I want to go back to Skadi."

The staff officer asked. "It's already barren land."

"Titanium." Alan Bair replied to the word, and the staff officer fell silent, indeed, if the Skadians relied on that terrible environmental modification technology with the help of the aliens.

"It's blasphemy, I would say such things one day, but, I'm in favor, if you rely on those blue-skinned allies..."Staff officers, especially senior staff officers, to be precise, are not soldiers, but special members directly under the emperor and the Ministry of Military Affairs, they are both members and regulators, and the status of staff officers makes it absolutely impossible for him to listen to such heretical words and be indifferent, but people are still human beings in the end.

He took a deep breath of air, even if the air in this world wasn't clear, he said. "Now go outside and say something to the soldiers, don't worry about the second lieutenant, the captain is taking care of him, his internal organs have been broken by traitors, and now he has to rest for half a year..."

Alan Baier rubbed his temples. "I'm not worried about that kid, anyway, the captain and he seem to be very close?" For the Skadi, or even the Phlaxians, Alan Baier may be their "parents", to be precise, elders.

This kid didn't even care about his marriage, but he was interested in the two people getting closer, and the staff officer could only cough. "After the war."

Alan Beyer retorted. "At first we thought it was post-war to defeat the Greenskins and the Red Pirates, then it was post-war to go back to Skadi, and now..."

"We can't let good things happen, and now the Ministry of Military Affairs can't control us, we can hold an army blind date or something."

The staff officer's eyelids twitched a few times, and then he said. "What a heresy, what are you thinking?"

"That's it, by the way, the new supplies are here tonight, and John has done a big job for us."

Alan Baier asked. "What do you mean?"

The staff officer swallowed. "Fresh, the whole is here, the whole vehicle is transported in the ice storage."

Alan Bair was late. "That kid got rich?"

The staff officer said. "During this time, he threw most of his resources into a team of seasoned ronin traders, and those guys with approval in hand forcibly explored a commercial path to other star sectors in subspace, and returned with a large amount of supplies."

"However, the Ministry of Military Affairs still hasn't been contacted, and the agricultural world in that area has also fallen into a subspace storm, and even the supplies that that world sent to please us."

Alan Baier wanted to laugh, but sighed again. "It's a good cup of sweet spring, but the enemy is still there, the aliens are raging, the heretics are entrenched, I need my comrades more than supplies, but there is no choice, first ask, what kind of meat?"

The staff officer coughed. "Golomon, cattle ants, birds, aquatic products, etc."

Alan Bair said. "The seasoning has a flamethrower, let's not make a fire, it's not enough for tens of thousands of people to eat slowly, and it's up now!"

"Find a few flamethrowers to make them good, scratch the meat, apply spices and seasonings, and quickly roast it with military-grade flames."

The staff officer made a bright sound in his belly, and then he coughed to cover the embarrassment, but in this dark forty millennium, such a good thing was enough for people to come out of the cruelty, but one family rejoiced and one sorrow, and when the traitors realized their situation, they began to regret the invasion.

Meroving's body was crumbling due to the overuse of psionic energy, when Vyngar angrily pointed at Valtek and questioned. "We have lost a lot of brothers, just because you said that Merovingian is absolutely fine, but it has only been cut off and weak for half a day, and it is collapsing at the moment."

"You've disrupted my plans again, you've deceived me, and I don't know why Meroving's direction is toward you, maybe you think you're in power, and the entire expeditionary force is in your hands?"

"Huron my lord sent me to command this place, not you, blacksmith."

Valtek wiped the spit from his face, he could see that Viengar was not in the right state, his anger made him suspicious and jealous, and there was also the after-effects of mortals shooting a rail rifle into his heart like a nail, and he was not a doctor, not to mention that doctors could not cure such a situation.

"You're hysterical, if Merovingian hadn't been nourished, it would have withered, and we've just failed, we've lost the opportunity and the possibility, now you have to command the legions, spread out, and plunder the energy and supplies everywhere to keep the Merovingian alive."

Wyngar asked. "You're directing me?" His hand gripped the blacksmith's shoulder angrily, and Valtex silently touched his weapon, and the two men were tense.

When Valtex showed his ambitions, this situation was almost doomed, and Huron's failure to notice the desires of his henchmen led to the current situation, but fate is still interesting, if it weren't for Valtex, Vingar might have died.

But if it weren't for Valtek, Wyngar might not have been sniped at all, and they wouldn't have attacked, but would have struck while Meroving's form was more stable.

However, things have happened, and it is no longer clear who is right and who is wrong, and Vengar only feels that he and the blacksmith in front of him are incompatible at this moment, and Valtex has also tasted the killing intent of the red angel, and in this narrow space of less than a few hundred meters, the hurricane of the demigods will destroy everything.

The mortal servant had timidly left, and the two supermen confronted each other, but what flashed through Vengar's mind at this moment was Huron's words, if you want to achieve great things, you must learn to endure.

His chainsaw sword had roared, what he shouldn't have taken back had been stopped, and he hadn't drunk the blood, and Wayngar was too calm to leave Valtex, he could feel his morbid mastery of Meroving, and he was powerless.

"I need you, just like you told me, blacksmith."

Valtex also took the whip, and the two people who had just been in tension began to look at the strategic map as if they were fine, thinking about where to plunder the ability and how to bypass the blockade of the Imperial Guard.

This is the Chaos Traitors, those twisted and terrible things are absolutely not normal in their hearts, but they can endure for the sake of the great cause, in the blood and violence, their humanity is also blurred, but the beasts know when to endure and when to bite.

Those who have rebelled into the dark universe, their inner desires and bestiality, distrust and anti-group character are completely aroused, and they are doomed to fail because they are only for the sake of the Chaos gods they worship.

They can't form civilization again, they can't keep their composure, their souls are clouded, and in the end they will enslave normal people to form their own kingdom, but it's just a castle in the air built on driftwood called violence.

This is what the Chaos Gods want, they don't want this void to be silent, but they need this void to always be like a huge Colosseum, and what kind of destruction of their plans, even the emperor, will be shattered.

Not to mention a mortal...

One thing to say here is that everyone should remember to brush their teeth and brush their teeth every day, so that you can ensure a normal food intake to maintain your loyalty.

An unhealthy body shapes an unfaithful will! Here I recommend Sprout Home...

Oh, and I don't have ads, but brushing your teeth does matter.

Then there is the knight-level Titan that does not have a Void Shield, which is an ion shield, and only knights at the castle master level can have it, which has been changed, and now it is all Ion Shield.

I just don't know what aliens, what knights are messed up. Broken thoughts

(End of chapter)