Alan Bair didn't expect his badge to be usable, probably because the core of it also had anti-psionic energy, and the special genes of the untouchable were programmed into it, and those things were like pitch-black black holes that incorporated psionic energy.

In the narrow tunnels, the effect was even more formidable, and in the words of the soldiers, the body odor could not be dissipated, and it was as if it was constantly pounding between the metals, hitting their nasal passages and nerves.

But this event brought victory as a matter of undesirable results, and after the servants were quickly cleared, the entire tower was immediately suppressed, and the bastards who rudely attacked the Imperial Guard and the mechanical heretics who took away the life force of the loyalists were quickly leveled, and in just a few hours, the most hidden and core areas were also dug out by the Imperial Guard.

In front of the pitch-black area, the innermost area of the hidden tower, the heavy adamantite gates and walls were almost impregnable, this room was as defensive as the armor of the Imperial Poison Blade, but the Imperial Guard was now surrounded by it, they were prostrate here, like bloodthirsty vipers, and their leader looked at the gate painted with bones and gears.

"The heretic's last stronghold here—" He wasn't sure what was behind him, the walls were so thick that even if his anti-psionic abilities made the Bird Divination function properly, he wouldn't be able to see what was behind it.

When they tore open the inside, they were confronted with an enemy or something else, which made people a little nervous.

After all, it's the oil guy on the other side, God knows what those crazy people will do, even ordinary people will go crazy in desperate moments, and high-end scientific researchers like the oil guy will die with the entire bomb and the Imperial Guard, after all, the Empire knows what will happen to traitors.

When the Imperial Guard appeared and tried to kill him, the mechanical sage probably knew his end.

Because of the common thirst for knowledge, the oil guy has a desire to live that is even stronger than that of a normal imperial citizen, so Alan Baier didn't know what to do with the oil guy for a while.

And then he decided, regardless of him. "The engineering troops welded the door with welding torches, and then we retreated."

A few of the older brothers of the engineering army have unconsciously begun to be handy with all kinds of civil engineering groceries, after all, the entire Skadi is only a few engineers from their professional classes, and the others are at the level of welding their own wires in the nest.

Scardy's biggest shortcoming may be that there are not many talents, and this talent is not worthy of those nest guys with full martial arts and pits, or civilian men who are good for nothing but brains, but elite officers of the Imperial Guard who can really be put on the table.

Although the quality of individual soldiers is extremely high, only the staff officers are from regular backgrounds, and the most other academic qualifications are at the level of pdf training camps, but now that Skady has been destroyed, it is impossible for Skady's only regiment to find educated aristocratic officers to replenish manpower.

In general, after the pitch black and sizzling sound of blue sparks, Alan Baier still felt uneasy, and asked a few people to push a large pile of instruments next to him to the door, and tie them up with the oversized pitch-black pipes that can be found everywhere on Imperial equipment, and make them into one.

Alan Baier kicked the thing in front of him, not moving, knowing that his current strength might be about the same as that of a green-skinned boss. "Well, even if there is a company of Oglins inside, it probably won't be able to get out."

He clapped his hands. "Take out the civilian relief supplies, and we will go down there to help the civilians."

"Move, move, make sure the area is cleared." He picked up his weapon, found the wiring interface of this place, and cut off the power here with a hot melt, such a loss is actually not big, the equipment inside is still normal, but it can make this place paralyzed for a short time because there is no command system, there will be no possibility of this sage regrouping.

It can't be considered a complete victory, but after the Governor activates the ability of that demonic machine, the strategic value of this place is not enough for the Imperial Guard to risk, after all, there will not be multiple command points to take here.

It's just that the oil guy doesn't starve to death easily, and he doesn't lack oxygen, so he probably lives here for a while, but he doesn't have any excrement, and if he doesn't destroy the building in the command room due to mental problems, then it should still be pretty clean when the Imperial Guard reclaims it.

They are not demons, the benefits are enough, efficiency first, clean up this place to ensure the safety of the citizens, the rebels still have the strength to let things continue, in this dark human civilization at the end of the fortieth millennium there is no so-called spare energy to carry out any preferential treatment of the enemy, killing them is the greatest mercy.

Because they have done more damage to the citizens of the Empire, there is a howl of corpses and death under this dark tower, and the mountains of corpses are mixed with the organization of the mechanical servants, and you can't tell how many arms are in those things, after all, the people who are strafed by the large-caliber automatic shell thrower (the colloquial name for automatic firearms) are almost broken.

Because the inner zenith of the nest capital hindered the hot climate of this world, and the dryness was moistened by blood and steam, raindrops, and war, and the flesh and blood smelled slightly rotten, red, white, and if it weren't for the clothes on those things, there was a feeling of being in a slaughterhouse.

Man is no longer human, man has no dignity, and there is no room for respect for life, in other words the battlefield is a slaughterhouse, and the Skadians, the whole universe is still alive, and the few Skadians are butchers.

If there really is a so-called paradise, Alan Baier knows very well that he can't go up, in order to ensure that the decay of the flesh will not bring disease, he looked at the sweepers in the army, usually the ninth company of Skady, sorting out weapons, trophies, and cleaning up the corpses...

This is not the first time that the promethine flame has burned the body, it is usually more alien and heretical, but at this moment, the body of the loyal is still burning like that, the crackling sound and the carbonized breath, the raindrops hitting the corpse, the flames and fat, flesh and blood fibers, and other things make a suffocating feeling, and the black smoke slowly rises.

Alan Baier came like a monarch, and the black tower became his castle, like a king from the feudal world, whether it was temperament or its gorgeous military uniform, in order to appease the emotions of the citizens of the empire, he even replaced the green helmet that had not been changed for a hundred years into the imperial orthodox war lord military cap, gorgeous and inlaid with skulls and eagle emblems, holy and powerful.

He is the saint of the emperor and the angel who decides life and death, and now he has fallen in the mortal world, and the land he has stepped on is the chaos of war, for mortals, the Imperial Guard is the strongest combat power they can expect, and the others, such as Astarte, the Battle Nun, the Titan Legion, etc., are just legends.

They fell to their knees on one knee, even if they were ragged, even if they were wounded, even if they had just fought heretics, for them the Imperial Guard was the presence of the Emperor, and that would not change until they died, until they were exhausted.

Alan Baier just took off his hat and bowed to those corpses, because their efforts would make the war so smooth, although at the moment they were just smoke, floating to the sky, but the effort and blood they spilled made people sigh.

If there is light in this dark galaxy, then the only two sources of light are the emperor and the sacrifice, they are worthy of the Imperial Guard's tribute to them, and the sacrifice is worth it.

Now that victory had arrived, and the light of the emperor was once again sprinkled on the ground, but those people could no longer be seen, and when the Skadians walked up to the soldiers who were kneeling on one knee with the "Emperor's Bricks" and the cowhide prayer, and handed out the supplies for the refugees, the kneeling citizens realized that they were not warriors, and that the group in front of them was the real warriors.

"Emperor...", a "former soldier" lowered his head and stuffed the food into his mouth, this thing was not actually delicious, but accepting this thing meant that they were no longer warriors, they had put aside their responsibilities and become citizens again, and then they just had to think about how to redeem themselves.

Some recite prayers, some swallow food, and most of the veterans who have served are dead, and they are the ones who can survive, but those people will not be afraid of heresy, and war may be their destiny.

Death is not terrible, sometimes it is cruel not to be able to die as it should, in this dark void, it is impossible to die on the battlefield, if they fall into the hands of heretics, if they are mastered by aliens, what kind of pain will they experience...

Now they survived, it was not easy, but Alan Baier saw people who had not eaten food, did not sing the dossier, only two people, in the second row of tens of thousands of refugees, as Alan Baier slowly patrolled the crowd like mascots.

The girl, underage, the clothes are gorgeous, beautiful, the face looks clean and spirited, if it is the age of the most junior high school in the previous life, the other person is wearing clothes that are all dust, the clothes of the rebels, is a young man, at most less than thirty.

"Why don't you eat it?"? Alan Baier asked with interest.

The girl replied. "I'm going to find my father."

The soldier replied. "I have something unsettled with heresy."

Alan Baier thought for a moment. "So do you all have your own responsibilities? So, how much information do you know, and how much is it worth to me? ”

The young man replied. "I know the situation of the battle, I know the battles here, and I have experienced them, and I will definitely not let you down, respected Imperial Guard Lieutenant Colonel."

Alan Baier asked. "Do you still know the rank?"

One of the young people said. "My father was a priest, but he didn't want me to be a gear kid, and instead sent me to two years of military training for the satellites and Imperial Guards in this world, hoping that I could join the cathar because of this."

"That's why I can get to know the symbols of reverence."

Alan Baier suddenly shouted. "What should you do if there is a group of heretics in front of you, the enemy is greater than yours, the terrain is plain, and your troops are only infantry?"

The man replied immediately. "Skirmish line, keep a certain distance, a company in a group, ask the chief of staff of the company to enter the Chimera for command and encouragement, if the radio is unobstructed, the interval can be expanded, if not, keep a team of 100 meters, if there is a chance to do a good job of digging trenches, dig defensive equipment in advance, judge whether there is backup according to the situation, stick to the position, and adapt to the situation."

Alan Baier asked again. "What should you do if the enemy is shelling?"

He replied immediately. "Judging the enemy by the scale of the bombing and the bursting projectiles, if the power is less, you can hide under the Chimera armored car, and if the power is high, let the soldiers hide inside the crater, and then gather the distance of the troops, so that they will not desert due to the collapse of morale."

"If you don't have allied support, you can try to practice the tactics of misleading troops in the periphery and pouring fire on the enemy to miscalculate the range."

Alan Baier said. "Are you putting your soldiers at risk? You want to trade those brothers of the fringe troops for victory?! He stared at the young man, who was visibly timid.

"I—" He swallowed, his eyes wandering, but suddenly he took a deep breath and stood up again. Yes, I was taught so, I don't know if it's right or not, but if I'm really on the battlefield, I'll give them up for the sake of victory! ”

Alan Baier nodded, the previous questions didn't matter, only this little test at the end was right, if he couldn't make up his mind, he wouldn't get anything.

"Join the regiment, recruit, your rank is a private, ask the chief of staff for a military rank!"

The young man nodded, straightened up, saluted, and walked out of his new home without hesitation, for his father had died in civil strife, for his homeland was left with nothing, because a veteran of the Imperial Guard had saved him, because he had lived for war, because his fate had been entwined with the threads of gunsmoke.

And when Alan Baier looked at the little girl, the little girl stepped forward. "My name is Arya, Mr. Officer, and my father was a mechanical sage, and he adopted me on the battlefield..."

Alan Baier wanted to calm this guy at the moment, but the second lieutenant suddenly squeezed his commander away, Ailan Baier was going to exert his strength to let this guy who has no eyesight to eat, after all, his physical strength is now comparable to that of a monster, but the second lieutenant said. "Arya?!"

The girl spoke. "It's Uncle Sentinel!"

The second lieutenant's face froze. "I'm only 23..."

Arya said quirkily. "I think the Lieutenant Colonel is much younger than you."

Alan Baier found that this child had not only been listening to his conversation with the soldier just now, but her tears had also dissipated, this guy was pretending to be pitiful before?

Interesting...

"Do you have any information?" He asked.

The little girl patted her skirt. "I've been to many places with my father before, and I know where the heavy firepower in this area is stored, and I remember calling it the Earth Shaker Cannon, if the Lieutenant Colonel gets it, it can kill a lot of heretics!" Her eyes were a little scary, and she didn't quite look like a child anyway.

Alan Baier sighed again, maybe the humans in this world are crazy. "Okay, take me to it, and I'll show you how many heretics we can kill!"

He also showed a "kind" smile, looking like he was going to devour the traitors alive, this dark universe, it seems that no one's "painting style" is not a "villain".

(End of chapter)