Rewind the clock to the time when the Imperial Guard didn't break through the thick shell of the king, and was not surprised to see the orcs defeated, he was ready for his men to activate the escape tunnel they had dug earlier, and hide the contents of Meroving's will in his arms.

At the moment, he watched with great interest as the Space Marines urgently circled and walked here, looking at himself with disgust, as if to say that it was all because of you.

One-Eye doesn't care what others criticize, he's always the winner, and his friendship with the Chaos Space Marines ends here, he's got something better, and he's experimenting again, the orcs can't beat Alan Bair today, he's become too powerful, too trusted, and sharp.

And the schadenfreude smile of One-Eyed is not hidden from the Space Marines, in this thousand-meter-long underground base, those three-meter-tall giants have to keep their heads down, the kind of head down in the physical sense, they were already depressed and tasted defeat again, and the already uncomfortable Star Marines saw the eyes of One-Eyed at this moment.

They raised their weapons and pointed at the alien that they weren't used to seeing, and said in their electronic throats. "You goddamn alien, haven't you been looking forward to this day for a long time?"

One-eyed said without fear. "You're just too weak, and now you've lost again, and we're leaving, goodbye."

Wyngar cursed almost instantly. "Dare!" He raised his chainsaw sword and slashed at One-Eye, but all he answered was the firearms of countless orc boys, the ones that wanted to kill him.

Coupled with the smoke billowing from the Imperial Guard's bombardment all the time, One-Eye just pulled out his power saber in the chaos, instantly cut off the arms of the Space Marines, and then led the kid closer to their escape zone, and the smoke bombs to obstruct the view and their path to ensure that the Space Marines would not compete with them for positions.

The orcs and traitors seem to have broken off with each other at this moment, and they have nothing to do with each other, and Vengar is bitter in his heart, but he still feels that he is doing it himself.

When the movement of Wiengar to protect his head from shooting stopped, the base at the moment was only a mess, empty and empty, with the space marines covering their arms on the ground, and the war brothers of Miao.

He lost, lost completely, lost in believing in aliens, lost in employing people, lost in trust, even though he was extremely strong in martial arts, even if he was extremely smart, but no one in this world had a heart towards him, and in the end, he still did not get out of the curse called the Astral Army.

Wayngar looked at the only giant monster left, the steel dragon Merovingian, and he ordered the dimensional blacksmith, but the tone was more of a plea than a plea.

"Start the Merovingian, brother, we lost, but I don't want the death of my brothers to be nothing, you can escape, but I'm going to stay here."

"I'm going to kill everyone who steps through here, whoever it is, until I die."

The dimensional blacksmith choked up and pulled down the device that powered Meroving, he didn't like this guy, but he was also a space marine, and his honor and fate as a Red Pirate kept him from leaving.

"I'm going to fight with you, brother."

The same goes for the 10 or so Space Marines left, all in unison. "In the name of the King of Black Hearts, the Red Pirates will only die in battle, not defeat!"

Vengar looked up at the moment, for the first time he had gotten what he had been looking forward to, only that his death was near.

"Damn it, Chaos Gods, O High Heavens, if you really protect us, then let us die in war..."

As if the Chaos Gods had heard his request, the metal barrier made of pure gold had cracked in the bombardment, and the face of Alan Bair, which had kept him awake day and night, appeared in front of him.

For the first time, Wyngar looked at his enemy so closely, a green steel helmet, armed with a small relic pistol, with young cheeks but firm eyes, not tall enough under the uniform, but with many badges pinned to his chest, and said in an angry tone.

"When the time comes, I'll send you to meet your Chaos Gods!"

The height difference made the Imperial Guard even bigger than the Space Marines at the moment, and at this moment the sun gradually crept up, and the dawn slowly appeared in this world, the sunlight at this moment was not so hot, deadly and terrifying, but the huge size of the star also showed its malice.

Something strange was circling in the sky, and in the sunlight individual soldiers noticed strange skulls flying high in the air, and Alan Baier only noticed at this moment at the prompting of the soldiers, and the Mechonia had been watching their efforts...

In the distance of the orc battleship, several ships suddenly left the ground and approached the atmosphere, nimbly dodging the strafing of the Mechacult, and also swore that One-Eye had activated the escape plan.

Only Vengar looked indifferently at the Imperial Guard in front of him, thinking about how they had broken his plan again and again and made the orcs betray him.

Then he shouted angrily. "Blacksmith, activate Meroving!"

The terrifying subspace dragon roared to its feet in the rising light of the sun, slowly driving its massive psionic sorcery to threaten the life of the Empire.

But Alan Bair had already prepared to take out the bomb he had obtained at the Iron Gate of the Mechnurgical Sect, a virus bomb created by the genius of the Mechnurgical Sect, and threw it at the monster as fast as he could.

After the burst of EMP's light, the electron nanovirus also entered Meroving's body, and after a brief trembling, the incomparably powerful thing, which was even regarded as an Omemessia by the Mechachanists, short-circuited.

"It's just scrap metal!"

Alan Bair commented, and Wyngar almost froze as his trusty giant collapsed in such a ridiculous situation.

It was certain that he would end up doing so with the help of an external force, but someone who was more attentive to it than to Vingar was getting into action, and when a strange radio echoed through Alan Bair's communicator, the peculiar, unforgiving accent of the grille made him realize that the oil guy hadn't gone in the first place.

"The Foundry Governor has asked for a call, but I'm already in the channel, Lieutenant Colonel, as the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Guard on the ground, I request that the remaining heretics that have invaded my world be handed over to me at this moment."

Alan Bair scolded back almost instantly, without the slightest hesitation. "Handed over to NMB, Lao Tzu died so many brothers, just to catch this red pirate and that wurm, but you said, you want me to contribute and give you something?"

"I'm going to go through the normal process and ask the Inquisition to judge the disposition of this monster relic, whether it's the National Religion Seal or your own Terra High Lord, when do you count, rubbish!"

And when his words were over, the glow of the Mechina's unique electromagnetic flintlock pistol flashed next to his cheek, brushing his helmet, leaving scarlet burn marks, if they had used explosive bombs, Alan Bair would have died at the moment, of course, just looking at the armor-piercing ability, and he would have died on time.

The communicator came. "Sorry, the servant went off."

Alan Baier's yin and yang weird answer. "You mechanically teach so many high-tech sorcery, how come the most stable flintlock pistol has gone off, and what happened to your rangers?"

And this action of the Mechanics completely angered the Skadis and the Phraksians, and the large-scale operation began immediately, and they were eager to directly dismantle the nests of the Mechanics at this moment, to show those heretics who were powerful in the name of the emperor!

But Alan Bair just touched his helmet and said with a heartache. "I didn't expect that the heresy didn't break it, and neither did the aliens, and in the end it was still the Imperial..." This coincided with the countless situations he had thought about, betrayal and jealousy were more terrible than the enemy's real battles, and his heart was half cold at the moment, and he was completely disappointed in the Mechon.

But now there are no traitors in the Machine Church, all he can say is. "Let them take that thing, but we won't deal with the traitors inside."

A voice of thanks came from the communicator, emphasized. "Thank you for your generosity, and I'll send you a list of newly minted items later."

Alan Bair replied. "No, I don't think we'll be allies the next time we meet, after you've behaved like this."

The Governor replied. "How am I? I'm just chasing the truth. ”

Alan Bair said. "It's not the first time I've seen a madman like you, the Ministry of Military Affairs can't take care of you, and I can only endure it, but the subspace storm has gradually become smaller, and when we get in touch with Terra, the Inquisition will convict you."

The Governor was well aware that it would take a long time, and that time was long enough for him to prepare a lot of things, which was the root of many rebellions in the Empire, and the Imperial Guard often did not have the decisive factor to engage in something suspected of being a traitor.

Unless now they catch the Mechonia researching heretical technology or alien technology, and Alan Baier's head flashed over what he had seen, in the laboratory in the Steel Gate, he could ignore it before, but now there are more reasons, now he just needs to calm down, and then take Lieutenant General Makato and a group of Imperial Guard executives.

"Accidentally discovered" the mechnistic lab, and then "accidentally" discovered those distorted test items under the guidance of the emperor, and then they could even choose whether to use a virus bomb or a tornado torpedo to extinguish the order, or a full-point nuclear bomb that returned to the basics.

The two old foxes were so respectful of each other at the moment, one hoped that Skadi would not interfere and that they could conduct their own research, and the other hoped that they would leave the orbit of this world and then take revenge.

And when the rangers, servants, and Alpha veterans approached, and the Skadians left, the anger of Wyngar burned fiercely.

When he realized that the Empire had seen him as a remnant of the army, and that his dignity and the last of the glory of the Chaos Space Marines had vanished, the rage turned into fierce fire and repaid the greedy Mechonia soldiers with explosive bombs.

"You mechanical waste, don't get anything out of the Red Pirates!"

That kind of roar made the servants of the Machine Cult, those who had been loberated and replaced their heads with synthetic nerves, feel the so-called fear and did not feel closer, but when the order of the Foundry Governor was reactivated at the storage site, the servants did not hesitate to say it. "Clean up protocol, open."

The Skadi soldiers were just hitchhiking, drinking fluid-replenishing food, and leaving with their comrades' dog tags, and they were not used to the feeling of not being able to clean the battlefield, but for the members of the Mechonke, the war had just begun.

At the beginning of the blast, the ability of those angry Space Marines to exert at this moment, their bloodiness as the Emperor's War Machine is being played at this moment, those servants are attacked by a storm of explosive bombs, and the rest of the things are not necessarily weak, but the most difficult things are often left at the end.

"For, Ommisiah, clear the treaty, reveal..."Before the words were finished, the Ranger's carbine had not yet been fired, and those violent things instantly smashed his head, and his insect-like face appeared distorted, but it was instantly shattered into several pieces by the blast, and his terracotta steel body could not save him, nor could his Ommisiah, nor could his Foundry Governor.

"Impossible, too fast." The data craftsman was secretly amazed, but soon, he calmed down. "Keep going, for the cogs and algebra!"

The movement of the mechanical servants is very uniform and coordinated, which is unattainable for mortal troops, but for space marines, it is just a moving target, and dozens of battle brothers raise their guns and shoot with a bang.

The roar of the bomb can easily pierce through the Adamantite, and in fact, most of the Empire's troops are still bound by the Holy Codex, and the Mechanic Servants, who lack heavy firepower, are extra weak against the Space Marines.

"Governor, we are under a powerful counterattack!"

The words of the Foundry Governor were emotionless, but greedy. "Onward, no matter how much it takes, retrieve that heretical machine..."

And at this moment, the Skadi soldiers, to be precise, all the Imperial Guard soldiers are evacuating this world, and Alan Baier looks at the world they have been stationed in for more than a year, and his heart is extremely complicated, because he now has an enemy to deal with, and he used to be one of the most important servants of the Empire.

He sighed. "People's hearts become so fast." And he actually sighed that Vingar was going to die from those things, not real battles, just mechanically modified prisoners, servants, mutants and other shitty things...

At this moment, in the former orc base, the debris all over the ground was covered with a range of thousands of meters, only two Red Pirate strongmen were still in combat power, and on the chaotic ground composed of parts and flesh, the data craftsman looked at the two space marines in front of him in fear.

His emotional controller was out of control, he didn't think that ten traitors could cause such a big loss, Vingar's arm was melted off by energy at the moment, and the situation of the dimensional blacksmith was not much better, but they were smiling, and behind them was the corpse of their own brother...

"Come on, Mecha rubbish—" his voice was hoarse, his armor was tattered, and there were thousands of servants, but the weaklings didn't dare to take a step forward.

And Superman is not really invincible, as he slowly strode forward and backwards in Vengar, he suddenly fell to the ground and fell to one knee.

Weak, and neither is the dimensional blacksmith... His face was pale. "Brother, we're at the end of the road."

Wayngar's dry voice asked. "How many cathars did we take..."

The dimensional blacksmith replied. "6756 people, how?"

Wyngar said with a smile as he looked at the servants who were constantly coming from high corners with flintlock pistols in hand. "It's good, enough for me to go and see the gods without guilt..."

A moment later, bright flashes of light shone under the guns of countless black holes, and in the light the Chaos Warriors returned to the Brass Throne.

I have to say that in the end, they are still loyal to their choice, which is not easy.

(End of chapter)