Fragments and projectiles splashed by the wind, frost cracked in the cold wind, frost and steam from the rapid cooling of those fiery weapons accompanied by blood, whether they were mortals of the Imperial Guard, servants of the Chaos gods, or Xenomorph Greenskins.

War doesn't care who is right or who is wrong, when the second lieutenant's Titan plunged the barrel of his arm into the orc's crumbling can, the cracked shards and metal parts crumbling under the rumbling heavy weapon, the Knight Titan even used his own power to lift the entire orc canister up, bathing the metal spilled by the enemy like a display of his ornaments, trophies.

Even the orcs couldn't help but pause a little because of the image, but soon, the one-eyed they thought of as a god roared in the communicator.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

The grilles of the cans also emitted an electronic roar, shouting the cries of non-living creatures, as if the organism were living creatures, shouting out the reverberating sky. “waaaaahhgggg!”

“waaaaagh!”

Those monster-like roars completely wiped out the few fears of the orcs, and charged towards the Knight Titan, but soon one by one Riemanus relied on the knight's torn enemy window to fire projectiles forward, the terrible fire that the Empire was proud of tore those things, and the ensign also opened the ion shield, and those ions resisted the projectiles, protecting Riemanus, and the petrified lizard's fire was constant and fierce.

When the fierce flames and bursting projectiles on the battlefield bombarded from one side to the other, in a situation that was almost incomprehensible to human beings, the sky was hung with terrible dazzling aurora at some point, and even the moon and satellites of this world were brought out with a strange light.

It is impossible to argue whether it is the death that brings about it or the intense energy of the war that causes the natural environment to change, and only the living creatures shoot and bite each other in this wild land.

Riding on the Salamander Tank, Alan Baier slammed into the body of the enemy with a hot melt, whether it was a Chaos Traitor or an Orc can, the fierce thermal heat melt scatter bomb could still do its job well and kill the enemies of humanity.

And in the barrel of the gun and the white mist he spat out, Alan Baier looked at the dwindling enemies and the strange aurora in the sky, like a colorful curtain covering this world, he didn't know if it was a gift from the emperor or a new conspiracy of the gods, or just a beautiful rejection of nature for a war so large involving hundreds of thousands of people, but he could still only shoot his own weapon.

The constant sound of zizizi, zizi, hot melting, and its characteristic flashes, combined with the screams and death of his enemies, Alan Baier could not count how many things he had killed today, and of course, maybe he would only kill 30 percent of those things, leaving him disabled for life.

Skadi's soldiers are slowly pressing in as if swallowing the enemy, fate has changed, the wind is also going against the wind, and the victory of the Empire is certain, but Alan Baier has to wonder if the brothers who died today will die because of the indifference of the Mechonists, and if those subhumans join the war, their lives may be preserved, and they can have children and enjoy their own fate.

Their lives are miserable enough, born in the nest capital, at war with the enemies of humanity, their brothers are gone, and now they have nothing, only their lives can be given to this insatiable world, and even so, those soldiers have no regrets, only for their own honor, just for the world to surrender to them for a moment.

If they can do it, if the victory falls into the hands of humanity, this vast empire can continue mechanically, otherwise humanity will face alien enslavement and heretical oppression.

But the contradictions and gaps between Alan Baier's heart and the Mechanic Sect have been born, and he even doubts whether the emperor should let those things become a group that perpetuates the wisdom of the empire, yes, there is a conscientious and intelligent existence like the great sage of Kaul, but the space marines also have traitors, you can't just look at the genetic prototype, not to mention, even the genetic prototype has traitors.

Alan Bair thought about it for a long time, and as his thoughts lingered in this world, his disgust for the Empire also came to him, and those things didn't exist, but the Skadians and the Sector or other loyal Imperial Guards suppressed those feelings.

Even if he didn't want the Blackheart King or Abaddon to wash the world, no matter how much the human race washed it, it would not be able to change its fate, unless the emperor's entire plan was successful.

He had to trust in the supreme and intelligent being, even though his wisdom was incomprehensible, even if his will would kill him, even if the subspace made his words obscure.

"Forward, wipe out all the enemies, and the petrified lizard continues to fire." His voice was cold, on the battlefield, it doesn't matter how much sacrifice there is, the important thing becomes how to achieve victory, if you care about those things and are afraid, the strength of the Imperial Guard will be greatly reduced, even if it is cruel, but life is like this, but the pawn of this huge empire is nothing more than the currency of the Lord of Mankind.

"Forward press! Forward press, all front press! Do not fear the enemy's defenses, the Emperor bless us and go and sacrifice your loyalty to him! All Imperial Guards! The staff officer shouted, it may be that the training of the Tadashi Academy allowed his voice to penetrate the battlefield without amplification, and it was hard to imagine that one person's words could be so powerful, as if there were countless people who resonated with him.

And every time Alan Bair asked his advisers about his skills, he always replied that it was due to his faith in the emperor.

He didn't believe it, but the sound was inspiring, and when the footsteps of the Skadi soldiers and the heavy engine of Riemanus were mixed with the glow of the poison blade and the knight titan, the protagonists of the war could occasionally be the commanders, but at this scale, the effect of heroism was not great.

In those places where the light of fate is at the focal point, in addition to the glittering heroes, how many loyal people of the empire are running to death?

In today's world, the Imperial Guard holds its destiny and honor tightly in its hands, and it is a busy life in the nest, and it is judged that you should be content with the status quo, privileges and preferential treatment are not for you, and the place where you were born is not allowed to be ambitious.

Groveling, not extravagant, nothing but bending over.

Each has its own place, each has its destiny, no mutation, not heresy, has been grateful, whispered, can't rise up, muddy for a lifetime?

Join here, with your comrades, your life is not worthless, although it is still a struggle.

They want fate to surrender to them, to conquer or to have nothing, small favors, small powers, small benefits, non-commissioned officers and lieutenants, insignificant!

They want to win, they don't care about what they get, they are not beggars, the Imperial Guard are people who will not give in, take up arms, harness their engines, and move forward in the fear of heretics and traitors.

What if it's a Space Marine, even a greenskinned orc, or something even more terrifying?

"Shoot!"

Projectile salvo, the last orc mech with the souls of many traitors perished in the wrath of those empires, hot melts, explosive bombs, lasers or heat rays, the emperor bestows the puzzle pieces of the puzzle of their own destiny for those who dare to challenge it, as they surrender to it.

The heretics have been defeated, the Xenomorphs have been in disarray, and the flames of the Imperial Guard have burned their lives before the evil that sets foot on the Empire's light pollutes the world.

Now, the entrance to the base that was far away is close at hand, and the green shields that hindered their bombardment have completely failed, and the petrified lizards are happy to plow the land with flames, and the aliens can only survive with their pure gold shells, and the ground is completely suppressed by the Imperial Guard.

The land was filled with scrap iron and dead wreckage, xenomorph and heretic corpses and engines turned into scrap iron, and the deaths of Riemanus and the Imperial Guard loyalists were staggering, and Alan Baier was poorly calculated, and then bitterly spoke to the staff officer. "If we fight again, the establishment of Skadi's only regiment will be lost."

He spoke lightly, but there was also a faint resentment towards the Mechanics in his words, and it could even be said that there was not much to hide, if it weren't for those things who cherished their precious servants, the war would not have fallen like this.

At this moment, the aurora in the sky has also turned red due to the fierce war, and those strange things represent that the gods of chaos rely on this war, and Alan Baier can see it clearly, no matter how smooth this war is, the people of the High Heaven are also enjoying it.

Maybe it's not the emperor who really keeps this empire alive, but the damned subspace gods greedy and mortal souls, even if the emperor can keep the souls of the loyalists, but the subspace gods really get nothing?

Alan Bair kicks the head of a Chaos Space Marine, the favorite object of the gods of this war, the resilient soul of a once-noble warrior who will forge a new imperial enemy in subspace.

Demons or whatever, the dead corpses of orcs will also take root in this world, and new contradictions will be born in unknown places.

It's hard to say that the Imperial Guard's sacrifice was worth it, but he had to win, and while that was a discouraging statement, even if he won tens of thousands of times, the winner was still the Chaos Gods.

But soon his eyes became firm again, even so, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood, the sadistic things in the empire must be eradicated, the evil that threatens humanity should be remembered with death, as a soldier, he can't think about the meaning of war, he can't enjoy those slaughters.

He watched as the void for soldiers entering and exiting the base was slowly sealed and closed by the constriction gate made of pure gold, and calmly opened the communicator. "Petrified lizards, pry open their king's shells."

The Emperor's fury rained down on the enemy's last defenses, and the line of aggression opened with blood and sacrifice, explosive bombs and energy magazines now ensured the effectiveness of the bombardment, and the petrified lizards bombarded the enemy's base with precision in kilometers from here.

Victory is assured, they are like apes who saw shells for the first time on Terra, pry open their trophies with stones, life seems to have gone far, but in fact it is still nothing more than that, life and death, eating or being eaten, only now the scale is greater, the losses are greater, and the benefits are still the same.

Maybe life is destined to be like this, biting and plundering each other, and this vast void galaxy is just a stage for those things to bite each other.

The Chaos Gods were born when the world's first apes murdered shells, and when the first weapon was created to slaughter other life, they became even more powerful, and now they are almost unstoppable.

And the Imperial Guard will not hesitate, they will repeat the survival of the fittest countless times, countless times, until no life in the galaxy dares to challenge the authority of the Empire.

They want the Xenomorphs to huddle in the cold corners of the void until they are extinct, they want the heretics to fear the light of the Emperor until they dissipate completely, they want the Chaos Gods to never dare to step out of their world again, until the God-Emperor awakens, those heretics and betrayers will die of shame, the Xenomorphs will curl up in fear, and the Chaos Gods will no longer dare to set foot in the real universe, until the Great Expedition that has been stagnant for 10,000 years is restarted, and the Emperor will make the only and most necessary comment to all the human beings who have died as a result, and you have completed your mission.

And now, human beings are looking forward to the resurgence of the light of the cold sun in the physical universe again, even if there are countless heretics who evaluate the emperor's awakening as a disaster for mankind, but that light is also the only change of human beings in this universe, if because of the emperor, everything can be washed and restarted, then why is it not a victory for mankind?

Until then, the Imperial Guard would be on and on until the Void was depleted, until the blood ran dry, and when the heretics and aliens feared the Empire's hammer, the Emperor on the throne world would feel the only emotion he should feel now.

I don't know what it is, whether it's sorrow or joy, but the Emperor must now regard that feeling as a treasure, and as his most loyal saint, Alan Bair only needs to let the heretics and aliens fear them, fill this dry planet with their blood, and let their death bring peace to this sector.

"For the Emperor!" Alan Bair roared, and at this moment his voice even drowned out the usual shouts of the staff officers, and spread to the distance of the petrified lizard troops without the use of a megaphone, without the help of psionic sorcery or technology, but his hope of victory made him so angry, angry at aliens and heretics.

That feeling spread like a virus, and the citizens of the empire who worshipped the emperor, longed for peace, and hated aliens and heretics would respond to the cruel, terrible, and pathetic cries.

"For the Emperor!"

In the resonance of human voices and the bombardment of petrified lizards, cracks appeared in the incomparably solid adamantite gold, clicking, and the shield layer comparable to the outer layer of the battleship for hundreds of meters cracked, revealing the weak, trembling traitors and aliens within.

Alan Bair raised his weapon and pointed at the traitors among them. "When the time comes, send you to your gods."

(End of chapter)