The Emperor is probably really protecting this sector, and when the isolation caused by the storm in subspace becomes clearer and clearer under the opening up of the Ronin Traders, and humanity has opened countless roads in the surrounding galaxies, the Skadians quickly get the news that most of the imperial worlds they have explored are still not optimistic.

The Titan don't rely on subspace travel to keep their expeditionary forces all over the Extreme Realm, the Upper Righteous Maniacs attacking their Centacma system, and the Spirits and Greenskins plundering the situation, but they are far less massive and threatening than the Red Pirates.

Within half a year of the terrible war that had taken place on Pan Lan had stabilized, most of the roads within the Gondewazi system had been opened, and after the ever-calming subspace storm, it was a mess that could be seen just by the words of the stars.

The entire Gondelva subsector is now surrounded by aliens and pirates, traitors or other twisted things have made this peaceful place bad, and the Red Pirates' forces are using the Pangia subsector as a springboard to invade the Gondeva subsector.

Pangia and Gondeva are almost adjacent brothers, and they are cold in defense, and now it seems that the Red Pirates have been delayed by the subspace storm, otherwise they would not have sent only a small number of troops in just half a year, because it is dangerous for even Chaos Renegades to travel through the uncertain subspace.

However, the military departments of the two sub-sectors of Gondela and Pangia have been completely paralyzed, Pangia's astral army has been completely wiped out, and Gondeva's have mutinied due to their long period of independence, that is, they have been seized by the Red Pirates.

Now it seems that although subspace has made the whole bad situation not completely impossible to turn around, it is still letting the balance of victory slowly approach the hands of Chaos.

Fate favors those who destroy, but the Imperials will not be captured, the Mechanics and the Imperial Guard have completely blocked the Foundry World, and the city on Panlan has completely restrained the invading forces of the Red Pirates, and the entire huge nest has been turned into a cage, consuming the life force of those traitors.

The great act of the Skadi's only regiment and the victory of Lieutenant General Macato in the Void in the Pangia subsector, and the almost completely halted Ark of Omen became one of the few honors and victories of the Empire's loyalists during this time.

Praised and praised by the Rogue Traders, and the trade he had allowed to travel around dozens of worlds, the only Skadi regiment with countless supplies and the support of the Empire's loyalists, although it seemed insignificant to the overall war situation, within a year, the Imperial Guard miraculously rebuilt the military ministry system on Gondelwa VI.

During this time, Alan Baier had written several requests for rewards for the Rogue Trader, such as honors and badges, but the new Provisional Military Department finally decided to reward the Rogue Trader with Throne Coins at the Rogue Trader's request.

During that time, the merchant relied on this incident as a bargaining chip to carry out a shotgun exchange in the casting world, you know, the best modification of a civilian ship is only the level of an entry-level warship in the Empire, but he has obtained an armament comparable to that of a destroyer.

During that time, Alan Bair had joked about whether it was possible that he was his "hometown" or an Imperial from another time or a human of another era because of the subspace, otherwise why his experience was so powerful, and his actions also showed the sluggishness of different Imperial people, but he had a strong sensitivity to the situation.

But this should be what he thinks too much, the Empire's attitude towards those ronins has always been ambiguous, and those who hold trade licenses are also shrewd, although people like him are indeed special, but it is not impossible for a few geniuses to be born among the vast trillions of people in the empire.

And he paid so much attention to the merchant because he drank good coffee, and it felt like a long drought, and only now could he understand what it was like for Kane to leave Tanner Tea.

This is the favor of recreation, and he has repaid it, and when Alan Baier's "thin face" was smashed into the new military department, the military affairs department, which was composed of new recruits (the veterans were almost dead due to heavy losses), realized that a colonel-level officer was now equivalent to a lord general in the star district, not to mention a heavyweight like Lieutenant Colonel Skadi.

On that day, the entire organization of the Ministry of Military Affairs was processing this application, and even if it was delayed due to subspace transmission, it only took a month. (It's already a speed for the Ministry of Military Affairs, but it's understandable given that it's a newly formed department.) ）

But this kind of thing doesn't matter to Alan Baier, in his eyes, he is always dealing with those damn traitors and greenskins, he is still himself, never change, he will only be on the front line, not enjoying privileges and glory and wealth, not for honor, not for recognition, just to let his "family" continue.

Scardy, one of his few favorites now, and for humanity, she still needs to fight, and as a parent, Alan Baier has overcome obstacles for her, laid a solid foundation for her, and now she shows her strength and is gathered by the stars.

Skady is gone, but he is the pride of the Emperor's pearl, and its sparkling light prevents traitors from invading the few quiet places to prolong the life of this vast empire with blood and killing, war and death.

Alan Bair, however, had thought that if the war was over, he would like to become a lawyer, for he still did not look down on the nobles, and his experience would make the richest people dare not touch him, and he would devote his life to what little justice and fairness he had, as he did now.

Once he wanted to be a general, or someone as powerful as the Sun Lord, now he just wanted to enjoy the victories he bringed, but heresy and aliens always stood in his way, and the resentment was so disgusting.

"Alas~"

The staff officer walked out of the state of dealing with all kinds of information at this moment, and he suddenly said something. The sigh was full of wanting to quit.

Alan Bair was blunt. "We've been pestering the heretics for too long, and those bastards are constantly attacking our weak defenses to leave the city and loot supplies, but I still don't know what they're guarding, and I'll leave if I were the commander, but I guessed it."

The staff officer and Alan Baier said in unison. "Activate that sorcery device." They knew how difficult it was to make countless Imperial engines suddenly lose their energy, and as long as that sorcery existed, the Skadis would not be at ease, and the armored regiment would be a drag.

Alan Baier couldn't help but sigh. "How beautiful this universe would be if those heretics could suddenly disappear."

The staff officer replied. "Absolutely not, and those things will definitely not continue to be honest for too long, it's been a year, and I have a feeling that they are still ready to move."

Alan Bair looked at the damn sky peculiar to the gray Mechanic Forge world, he couldn't help but miss his second home, it was heaven compared to this terrible place, and he didn't expect to stay there for so long.

"War haunts us like a curse, One-Eyed, Red Pirates, Huron, and other evils permeate this terrible void, Staff, I'm glad to have met you, in case I die that day, I want to tell you about it in advance, actually."

The staff officer suddenly shouted. "Ahh It's called foreshadowing or something. ”

Alan Bair choked. "Yes, that's right, but fate isn't..."

The staff officer replied. "No, I won't allow you to do anything unlucky, this universe, this star sector needs you, no one can but you, we must win, seize the opportunity, just like you boasted to me in the Blue Bay Tavern."

Alan Bair smiled. "That's right, I'm going to take the chance."

Things are getting better, the power of the Imperial Guard is getting bigger, and one day, the power of the loyalists can uproot the heresy here, and when the red pirates fled, those victories will kiss the cheeks and throats of the Imperial soldiers like sweet wine, and until then, the Imperial Guard will definitely be a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of those traitors.

Heavy thumping in the dimly lit command room, before running out of ammunition, Wyngar looked at the promethium lamps that could no longer be brightened, it was hard to imagine that famine had struck them, and a year after they had been completely cut off from supplies, they had supported them to this day by countless horrific acts.

But the chance of victory was lost bit by bit, and if it weren't for Meroving, who was too afraid of the Imperial Guard, to start, Vyngar probably knew that he would die.

And his potions have been eaten, and those foods have become the rarest of things, and his war brothers are fine, but there are few mortals left, and his blood thirst is getting worse and worse.

He only felt right now that he hadn't killed Valtex, and that if it weren't for the blacksmith's dedication in the current year, as a logistical budget, their collapse would have only been faster.

The gods have abandoned them, and maybe... At the moment, the few energy sources in the base are all used for communicators, and Wyngar is looking forward to the support of the Red Pirates, but he has to admit one thing, an expedition can take decades, and Huron's attention to other star sectors may not be able to increase for a while.

The Chaos Space Marines don't just need to fight, and Huron needs to consolidate his forces, adjust the new war brothers, and the alien and mortal legions that dominate their control.

That kind of large-scale transfer will all pass through Huron's eyes, and for Wyngar, expecting the help of the Red Pirates, then the Chaos Brothers in this world have probably been extinguished by the Imperial Guard.

In the end, that feeling of powerlessness echoed in his mind, did the Skadians finally win?

The Chaos Gods' protection was also inferior to Skadi's power, and his destruction and revenge looked like a child's joke, and the Skadis easily stepped over the burdens and walked towards him.

Vengar's mind began to mess up, but he immediately suppressed his emotions, and when Vengar was in a stable mood, he suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha, hahaha... Skady, Skady! ”

He laughed at himself for being persecuted by mortals to this day, he laughed at his powerlessness, he also laughed at himself for having nothing, having no friends and no friends, at the moment he was still in the warband, he was embraced by his comrades, the days of fighting each other flashed through his mind, he once had everything, but because he gave up his honor because of the pursuit of the so-called truth, he was banished from the fortress monastery that once accepted him.

When he did feel hopeless, he looked at the Chaos sigil on his armor, and in those twisted and chaotic realities, he had all and nothing.

If the Chaos Gods really liked him, they should have given him more chances, instead of...

Boom, boom, noise, and chaos roared, and he immediately raised his mind to the communicator, and the only people who could dial this radio were the members of the Red Pirates, and there was no doubt that Vengar had met the long-awaited support.

Receiving communications is usually done by mortal servants, but now that mortals are almost dead, Vengar can only speak for himself. "Red Pirate Advance Force, Commander Vengar."

He expected the other side to answer that he was his master, Huron, but the voice that answered him was rough. "I, One-Eyed, you can call me Old One-Eye, Spiked Can (orcs' endearing name for Chaos Space Marines)."

"Alien?" Vingar's tone instantly deteriorated, even if they were traitors who stepped into Chaos, humans still hated aliens, because they recognized themselves as the most perfect beings in the galaxy, and unlike the human desire for aliens in the time of Guterra, this galaxy was far more complex and crowded with life than humans imagined.

The mysteries and cults of the past have faded, and the aliens are nothing more than disgusting to today's humans, whether they are empires or traitors.

"I know you, you're Alan Bair's defeated men."

One-Eyed replied. "I know you too, and you're also a loser."

"You've got to admit that neither of us can handle that guy."

Wayngar was in a terrible mood, he only asked. "How do you get information about this channel?"

One-Eye is on his spaceship at the moment, the subspace cargo channel that has been opened during this time has made his pirate business even more in full swing, in order to cover up his existence, the orc spaceship has now been built into a slender appearance of the Spirit Race, and it is really no different from a rough look in the void.

The one-eyed hand pinched a Chaos mortal, the Evil Omen Ark was surrounded by the Imperial Navy, and the Chaos Traitor Deserters stationed there were everywhere, and the Red Pirates were cut off, and the long-range radio channel had not changed.

One-Eyed just gave the kid a chemical that could make him tell the truth.

But One-Eye did not answer Wiengar's question, but calmly answered, as always. "I can provide you with energy, and I know that you have applied to your troops many times during this time."

"I can break through the defenses of the Imperial Guard, and come to you with enough supplies and a good TM generator, and you just need to kill those shrimps in front of me."

Vyngar looked at his troops, and now that the Chaos Space Marines were beginning to show signs of mutiny due to lack of supplies, they could endure for a year more than Vyngar had imagined.

He could only answer. "I agree with your request, Alien."

(End of chapter)