《Litany Against the Mutant》

Emperor， let Your undeniable light burn on the misshapen and the twisted， so I can see them with pure sight， and purge them with righteous fire.

Prayer Against Aliens

Calling the emperor, please send fire to the sky is indeed ruthless, and the deviance and ugliness of the cannon make me see and hear the truth, and burn all the dirt and evil to the name.

(Excerpt from The Imperial Infantry Primer)

Death and destruction are everywhere in this cruel world, but the Imperial Guard still says goodbye to every brother who leaves, and also allows the heretics or aliens who produce such tragedies to die tragically.

Provocations always have a price, after the Imperial Guard realized the severity of this matter, the Chimera, Tank, and Riemanus could not directly go to the soldiers because of the heat, and the Imperial vehicles could adjust the temperature for multi-terrain use, and the uninhabited area was completely filled in at the moment, and the Poison Blade Tank Miss pressed out a path that spread in all directions from the center to the entire mechanistic world.

Orcs want to play with cars, so have fun with them!

The Imperial soldier in a full suit of heat insulation is using a two-color signal promethium stick to direct the vehicle to move forward slowly, he looks like a large black monster, but in fact, it is just the Void Escape Suit that has been brought to the ground to use, the environment here is too harsh, it only takes a few minutes for the mortal body to be exposed to dehydration, and the entire atmosphere is completely liquid, as if it is going to take everything from people in the temperature of the sun.

"Onward! Forward! He commanded the Imperial engines to leave the camp day by day, and the black smoke from those cloudy engines had already stained the sky, and the crew went to the wilderness to find the remnants of the orcs according to Riemanus as the heaviest unit, the Salamander reconnaissance tank and the Hydra anti-aircraft tank as fire support and mobile front.

The first is to get revenge and clear the money, and the other is to maintain the supply lines and prove the capabilities of the Imperial Guard to the Mechists.

Hundreds of tanks patrol around the city, galloping through the wilderness full of smoke and gravel, the nests of the Mechnism are very dense, but there are also manpower problems, because the cities of this world are designed for production, and there is nowhere to drive near the starport, but as long as you leave the core area, a large amount of open space is confusing.

Today's empire is so pathological, it is nothing more than a microcosm of human society, at the end of this dark fortieth millennium, the malaise and corruption of the empire have made the human world all over the galaxy in the Great Expedition continue to shrink to Terra, although it is not that there are no great men to reopen the territory, and even in general, the empire's borders are now larger than those of the Great Expedition, but can that kind of stormy and crumbling world be counted as the stars of mankind?

The hot wind swept through the hull, scorching the metal, and the Salamander Tank, a seemingly heavy World War I-style hull, advanced extremely fast in the wilderness, but you don't doubt that its body can traverse difficult terrain, and its off-road ability is only as strong as that of titanium and spirit hovering vehicles due to the strong grip of the Imperial tracked vehicles.

And next to it are two sentinel mechs, this is the structure of this reconnaissance unit, and this team has something more special than the others.

That is, the crew members of this tank are the real commanders, and when Alan Baier puts his head on a heavy cloth and peeks out of the observation hole of the commander's salamander command tank, he would rather endure the heat than continue to crowd inside!

There are four permanent members of the Salamander Tank, he is the commander, the staff officer is the communicator, the two Flaxia drivers and gunners, and the four rough old men are crammed into a space of less than 6 meters, curled up forward like "mother's womb", standing on their backs at least to stand up straight!

Alan Baier wiped the sweat from his forehead, the restless temperature was acute in the breeze, and if he hadn't been tightly covered by the cloth, he would probably have gone into shock due to the evaporation of bodily fluids.

Rather than lying on his stomach in the back, Alan Baier prefers it

Such an environment is indeed harsh, and it is hard to imagine that such a planet has produced a lot of supplies to provide other worlds, and the legendary Hell should be nothing more than that.

The only good thing, presumably...

Alan Baier took out an egg, which should not be an egg, but just a natural metabolite of oviparous organisms, that is, a palm-sized raw egg that is excluded by organisms with a similar principle as chicken eggs on the earth.

He sprinkled some oil on the roof of the car, cracked the egg in front of him, and the sizzling sound continued, and then shoveled it up with a tactical saber, and the candy poached egg was ready.

But it wasn't easy, he had thought so, but the actual result was cracked eggs and broken slag, and the place where the car's iron sheet had been lifted was a little burnt.

"Can't be wasted, can't be wasted." Pick up the hot fragmented eggs with your hands and stuff them in your mouth, the flavor is still unique, but strange.

Lunch came and went quickly, and the temperature was too high for Alan Baier to be a little uncomfortable, but he was more willing to enjoy the greetings of nature than in the crowded car.

He began to observe the terrain with a telescope in hand, and the vague vista distorted by the high temperature was marked by the emperor's powerful creations in a state similar to a night vision device, which could move or have an electromagnetic signature.

Although the bird divination instrument also has this ability, the telescope has a better reaction speed, but Alan Baier is still fully open.

The wilderness is still quieter than imagined, otherwise the Imperial Guard would not be locked in the camp every day, as for someone and orcs to ventilate or something, then there is no possibility at all, after all, on Gutera, you can fight with just skin color, not to mention the gap between humans and orcs in the galaxy of the universe, but you know, it's not my race...

As soon as Alan Baier's thoughts drifted away, not far away, the bird diviner sounded the alarm, and fierce fire followed, Alan Baier immediately retracted into the car, and the orc's automatic gun hit the shell, and the rough garbage cannon also shot out, the automatic gun was fine, but the garbage cannon was very deadly, Alan Baier watched the terrible cannon shoot over his head, kicking up dust in the wilderness, and his head was confused.

"Enemy attack! What is the situation, where the enemy comes? Staff officer, do you see that? ”

The staff officer replied. "The head of the regiment seems to be near that canyon..."

The flash of light and firing took the Salamander Tank by surprise, but the tank's heavy armor withstood the attack, leaving only potholes in its hull, and then one by one dirty cars suddenly drove up from the canyon, still covered in thick camouflage cloth.

Those things spliced together from scrap and garbage are made of Chimera chassis, and it can be seen that the orcs here are not bad at technology, at least not a small tribe that knows nothing about technology, but has the degree of a big machine tyrant.

"Damn it, cunning thing!" Alan Bair yelled.

However, the barrage composed of the fire of several dirty cars and tanks also made the salamanders have to speed up and make evasive actions, and the other two sentries also made a quick detour to disperse the fire.

The staff officer shouted. "Area E, the coordinates are..."A rumbling explosion suddenly erupted, and a strong sense of explosion could be felt inside the crew.

The driver shouted. "The engine was hit! 50% loss of power! "The Empire's engine is not a single one, it is usually a couplet, the Chimera is the standard dual-fuel engine, and the salamander's body is also based on the Chimera, and its speed is more due to the thin and light body.

Alan Bair yelled. "Useless guy, staff officer, when will the support come?"

The staff officer replied. "About three minutes..."

Alan Baier shouted. "Damn it, keep running, keep running!"

He poked his head out and looked at the three dirty cars behind the hull, their original form was probably the Levaneus, they were not fast, they should not have been able to catch up with the Salamander tank, but they were gradually approaching due to engine problems!

There are still fart spirits cheering at this mess on those dirty cars, there are orcs poking out of the scouts to shoot with automatic guns, and even explosive bombs are installed on dirty cars!

"Damn it!" Alan Baier took out his relic pistol, adjusted it to gravitational mode, and shot at the objects, pulling the dirty car with a fierce attraction.

Most of the things made of rags and scrap are Levalus captured by orcs or scrapped Imperial Guard tanks, the engine power is not strong, and the strong suction of the gravitational mode actually makes the salamander really leave the enemy's shooting range, you must know that the impact that individual weapons can have on armor has never been much, gravitational weapons can pull the Space Marine, but a tank...

It can only be said that the emperor blesses, and Alan Baier silently recites those prayers in his heart, thanking the emperor for his help in this regard.

After Alan Bair kept shooting to close the distance, he was relieved to look at the scolding orc boys, but the gods of chaos doomed him to not be safe.

Buzzing, the engines roaring, buzzing, restless, on the plains on the side, a dirty truck that had been in ambush for a long time quickly followed after passing the raised rocks, and Alan Baier realized at this moment that the orc tanks were not unable to catch up, but they deliberately drove him here, and he knew the one above.

Dressed in a neat military uniform, with only one eye, he wields a giant click-pop pistol and grins at his snow-white teeth.

"One-eyed..."

Alan Bair greeted his old acquaintance, and One-Eye replied politely. "Long time no see!" Then he raised his explosive bomb to fire, and Alan Baier immediately pulled up the lid of the observation hole and held the explosive bomb against it, and the strong force of the explosion made the lid dent in, if it weren't for the fact that the Empire would never cut corners on the engine of war, Alan Baier might have exploded.

"Bastard...", he switched to heat ray mode and shot back, sending the dirty car a hole, but he was answered by the roar of a logging gun.

Alan Bair ducked back into the car, they couldn't close the distance now, and he didn't know why One-Eye was going to fight him alone.

He shouted. "One-eyed, what are you planning today, you should have gone to see your alien god last time, it's hairy!"

One-eyed said. "Defeating you alone under the same conditions can make me grow up again, you are the demon of my boys, and it is also the best material for me to grow, and it can be said that I have the biggest dream during this time."

Alan Bair scoffed. "Why, did you go crazy if you couldn't find a powerful boss?!" Then a hand was raised, and it was shot blindly at the one-eyed, but the bullet was impartial and accurate, and if you want to ask, it was he who fired it.

One-Eye stretched out his matching knife, a weapon that imitated the long blade of Katachan, resisting the bullet, and even slicing it in mid-air, like an exaggerated action movie, but One-Eye's level was not so exaggerated, and the hot melt was not something that ordinary weapons could cut, and the thing also revealed its true appearance at the moment, and the faint blue light on the hilt indicated that it was a power weapon.

"Power Saber? Completely freshly cast? Alan Baier asked in surprise, because in the Empire, only a few people who shape the world can build it.

One-Eye doesn't hide from his old friends. "What I've done, how about it, what your empire is proud of, I've got it at my fingertips."

"You've become more dangerous." Alan Bair said hostilely.

One-Eye nodded as well. "And you're going to take me one step further."

They have always calculated and understood each other, and for Alan Bair, One-Eye is a threat, and one of the few enemies who has accompanied him in his combat career to this day, many of which have been sent by him to other worlds, but this one-eyed ghost is the only one-eyed ghost.

For One-Eye, Alan Bair was the only person he knew now, the former Horde, the Alliance, the Iron Fang, or his empire no longer existed, and only the existence of Alan Bair and the staff still told the poor orc boss that he was still in the mortal world.

If he weren't an alien/shrimp, the two would definitely be friends, but this cruel world won't tolerate any kind of friendship, because the greenskin is bloodthirsty and crazy, and humans need revenge for ten thousand years.

The engines of the two vehicles raced through the frenzied wilderness, flames and projectiles intertwined on each other's hulls.

"Die, Alien!" Alan Baier aimed at One-Eye's head, and One-Eye also picked up a heavy bomb and spat out a tongue of fire, but at this moment, a word interrupted the battle between the two men.

"Lieutenant Colonel, there's a canyon ahead!"

"Boss, there's a canyon ahead?"

Both of them asked at the same time. "How long!"

Members of both sides replied. "About 6 meters!"

Alan Baier and One-Eye have completely different thoughts, Alan Baier's car has lost an engine, he can't jump over, and One-Eye can, and One-Eye looks at his old enemy because of this.

"Your emperor didn't bless you, but I'm always on top!"

Elabair turned his head to look at the not-so-large crack in the ground in the distance, and at this moment they were sure to be hit by the orcs when they turned, and then pushed into the canyon.

"No, my emperor has always been there, and it was your hair that didn't look at you, one-eyed." Alan Baier took a long breath. "Give me the driver!"

He slipped into the car, but One-Eye shouted. "Jump over normally!"

The choice of both men was in the past, Alan Bair held the steering wheel, but suddenly reduced the speed, the engine that was already unpowered became slower, while One-Eye accelerated instantly.

The staff officer shouted. "What are you doing!"

Alan Beer shouted. "I want to surpass my old enemy!"

One-Eye didn't expect this at all, his car flew out without question, and the vehicle was completely empty, while Alan Bair's Salamander tank couldn't run at all, only flying a few meters.

But at this moment, One-Eye saw the thick chassis, Alan Baier suddenly accelerated next to the cliff, One-Eye's vehicle lost speed because of the loss of grip, stuck in mid-air, although it can pass, but it will not always be fast, Alan Baier seized this opportunity, his tank "stepped on" the orc's dirty truck, forced to use the alien as a pedal, and flew over this impossible canyon.

"Nope! No! it! One-Eye shouted, but could only see the chassis of the Imperial engine, Alan Beyer pressed the throttle, stepped on the car, and after a rumbling fall, he crossed the cliff and One-Eye faded in.

The salamanders on the ground drove slowly, kicking up smoke, and several orc tanks were belated, and could only watch their boss get stuck in the cracks of the earth from the edge of the cliff.

And the chief of staff was holding his heart at the moment and said tremblingly. "Emperor, you... Don't touch the car during this time, I'm afraid..."

(End of chapter)