The brass-colored world was filled with carnage, betrayal, and chaos, and the hollow wind whipped through the ruins of buildings making a sound that sounded like weeping.

The hot and dry air crashed against the tarmac and the metal walls of the nest, and the statue of the emperor rested there, holding the holy sword aloft, but the stone blade had been interrupted by projectiles and war, and the ground was full of craters and silence, ruins or empty houses.

Pan Lan's former honor, the vitality of the whole world gathered here, now only death and despair remain, this engineering city that built countless equipment for hundreds of worlds of the empire has been reduced to a huge tombstone, hanging high here, and the prosperity and wealth of the past are no longer seen, which is both war and the sin of traitors.

On the cracked road, the boots gently stepped on, silently, they were the Skadians, the real warriors, the homeless, and the wretched.

Alan Bair sorted out his pockets, as well as his tactical belt, ammunition and food to carry, but it was completely different from his recruits, the same unsupplied field warfare that changed direction, he now did not need to rely on the so-called sleeping bag tent at all, and the Katakchans generally only needed food, water, weapons (killing), these three "S".

At this moment, the sun is fierce and the water is scarce, Alan Baier looked at the blueprints of the Divine Calculation Tower, the inside of the huge building that was as large as a mountain peak was a city that belonged exclusively to the Mechanics, and the war was bound to become protracted, and they had to move forward in this huge place without stopping, and they had to save any supplies they had, he ordered.

"In the future, we will replenish water uniformly, we can't drink water privately, and the amount of water we drink each time must be controlled, our supplies can fight for up to three days, this is not a rainforest, sometimes the nest is actually even drier, civilization is such a thing."

The non-commissioned officer nodded, he was not afraid of the sun, his skin was used to that kind of temperature, and even the temperature and stuffiness inside the nest of this world made them feel like a spring breeze. "We all came from the nest and know where to find water when this steel forest is thirsty."

"Can we drink the part we found ourselves?"

Alan Bair said. "I know what you're going to do, but you can, don't destroy too much, and take some of the pressure off the repair work in this world."

The non-commissioned officer nodded, then lowered his body and stroked the ground as if he was looking for something in the desert, his fingers brushed over the rough concrete pavement, and then he saw the tiny signs on the ground, and he took out his power weapon and smashed the ground little by little as if he were digging something, until the ground was arm's deep, and then he drank his water bottle empty, and lowered the kettle to fill it with icy liquid.

This is not groundwater, but the coolant of the nest capital heat dissipation equipment, to be precise, it is the air conditioning water, but for the residents of the nest, it is as natural as raindrops in nature, but in most cases, the water here is to be recycled into the hands of the nest capital and then sold, and the Imperial Guard is somewhat unkind to take it by itself.

However, the nobles are all robbed, so it doesn't matter if this kind of thing happens, Alan Baier has never been worried about supplies outside, they can go to the factory to get food and drink coolant, but if they enter the inside of the Divine Calculation Tower, the huge mechanical labyrinth will cut off their supplies.

So Alan Bair can even be said to encourage soldiers to drink coolant, after all, a sip of water is something that makes people live for a few more days, and the soldier's consumption of liquids and food is more like an internal combustion engine driven by full force, which needs to be constantly eaten, ingested energy and liquids.

The non-commissioned officer also filled the kettle with those coolants, and he returned to the ranks, apologized to his companions for wasting his time, and brought his own kettle, one for each person.

The full kettle quickly dried up and then emptied, and the non-commissioned officer quickly refilled it, and then the team slowly moved forward, moving on to meet their fate.

The non-commissioned officer twisted the spout of the kettle and asked Alan Baier. "Sir, why did you recruit that recruit, because you are estimating the battle so far?"

Alan Bair replied. "I admit that the current battle is indeed well planned, we need time, we are not afraid of sacrifice, and our elite soldiers are like sharp blades that can pierce the fine gold, but recruiting privates I can say is an accident."

"It's impossible for me to know my personal wishes, unless I'm a psionic sorcerer or something, I'm sure I can't know what the private is thinking, why I'm doing it."

"It was an accident, fate, luck, and what I realized the moment I met him, the Skadi soldiers needed a new chain of command, and the only problem now is that we don't have time to train new people."

"Now, I ask you, are you afraid of death? Non-commissioned officer. ”

Katachan replied. "Don't be afraid, I'm more concerned about how to tear apart the enemies of the empire than this."

Alan Baier asked again. "Then will you be at the mercy of the other commanders of the Empire's forces? To carry out those strong defenses, guards, and wars of attrition to be passively beaten. ”

The non-commissioned officer choked. "I will!"

Alan Bair said. "You're hesitating!"

"The Skadis are no longer like soldiers, but warriors, obedience is far from ours, privilege and the worship of battle have replaced those things, I don't think that's a good thing, you know, non-commissioned officer."

"I really want to say that it is the Katachans who affect the state of the Skadi soldiers, although I don't regret letting the loyal forest warriors change us, but I want to take the essence of it and get rid of its dross in order to survive."

"Katachan doesn't necessarily fit into Skadi, and in this dark universe, humanity and blindness are more important than honor and battle."

"Sergeant, no one can plan ahead, but I can just sense what the Skadian people are lacking now, prepare the gun handles, compared to this, we have another war in front of us, and if you die, you will have nothing, so, survive."

The non-commissioned officer replied. "Yes, sir!"

The ammunition for the beam carbine and the explosive shotgun are also well prepared, open the safe, and wait for the night to come, even the machine servants cannot be completely unaffected by the darkness of the night.

The heat of the day had subsided, and Gao Song's minaret had become particularly conspicuous because there was no such thing as clouds in this world, gears and adamantite gold were everywhere, and now the entrance to this place was sealed to death, surrounded by sleepless and moving servants.

Alan Baier and his soldiers hid behind bunkers such as ruined houses, smelling hot and foul smells of promethium, and the vicinity of the minaret was cut off early in order to reduce the concealment of the enemy's invasion, leaving open space and a small number of reconnaissance towers or trenches.

Alan Baier conveyed the information with gestures, and the promethium lumens here brought a good light, so that the soldiers could see the gestures clearly, even if the night was near.

[We sneak in, blow the Scout's head off with our carbine, and enter in a low voice.] 】

[Forward, forward! Enter the Void Shield range, fire at will, suppress, kill, win! 】

The Katachan soldiers and Skadi veterans nodded, and then moved, extremely fast and silently, it was basically impossible for ordinary people to move and shoot at this distance to hit the enemy behind the cover, but the Skadi people could.

After being tempered by war after war, forged in the terrible crucible of death, they are now true special forces, and many tactics that are inconceivable to mortals have gradually been implemented.

Shooting, the output and end power of the beam weapon are very strong, and the shooting distance of the deflagration gun with the scope can reach beyond the distance of human vision, and the power can melt the individual armor made of ceramic steel, which is undoubtedly melted.

The sound of burning and the dark night sky were pierced by beams, the special operations force had a total of 60 people, but its members were all bullets, almost all the space on their bodies was bullets, and one person could shoot about 400 times, which is also the advantage of energy weapons, saving space.

Dense firepower and extremely fast clearing energy, special psionic energy permeated the space of this world, shooting, shooting, the servants were messing around in the high platforms and trenches, but they quickly fell.

Almost instantaneously saw those flickering lights in the bodies shaped by their highest-end technology, and then they unilaterally judged them to be laser guns, after all, heat-ray weapons in the Mechonism were only available to the Afar Cathars and Sages, and it was impossible to equip them on such a large scale.

They don't have emotional responses, but they lack the control of the mechanical sages, their movements are hard and stupidly numb, although they can't be considered physically uncoordinated, but there is also the slightest delay, and it won't be a big problem to fight with the rebels or ordinary Imperial Guards, but the people in front of them are not people who can handle it at will.

Death, death, the blast of the Flame Bolt instantly burned the line, instantly distorted what was left of their unreformed flesh, and instantly killed those stupid, ignorant and loyal mechanical things.

Alan Bair raised his weapon, shot by shot, shot at a time, his shot alone took about 20 enemies of the Empire, comparable to the density and accuracy of the Space Marines, and the other Skadi soldiers also performed well.

Probably a lock, a lock body gap, 60 people, a magazine of 40 rounds, an average of 5 bullets a life, get a brief report.

"Kill about 460 enemy troops, clear the area."

The noisy heat ray stops, and the compensation of emptying the magazine is a silent kill, as long as the opposite side does not react, it is stealth.

The body of the mechanical servant hung like bacon on the edge of the platform, the oil dripping down, and the brown liquid moistened the ground, like blood, a little anthropomorphic.

Skadi's soldiers reloaded their bullets, and there was a lot of movement, but clearing the area in exchange for an opportunity to get closer to the inside of the tower.

"Forward, forward, let's not look for the gate, directly use the hot melt bomb to cut the body of the Essence Gold Tower, except for the rest of the demolition team to be vigilant around to prevent the enemy from approaching!"

"Attention, when the gate is opened, we will continue to come in and reach the interior as quickly as possible, three days is the upper limit of our supply, even if we have the structure diagram provided by the sage, it will take a long time to reach the Void Shield Generator at the middle level in more than one day, and entering is the line of life and death."

At the end of the sentence, the soldiers methodically began to plant the hot melt bomb, a terrifying weapon that could weld through the battleship's armor and vaporize the starmarines in one shot, but it was small, hidden, and deadly.

After the sticky bomb was plastered to the outside of the building, members of the engineering team shouted. "Don't look at this position, all beware, don't watch the explosion!" He ran away as soon as he said that, put on his special hot melt goggles, and shouted.

"Open!"

Boom, the lethal light that shone was enough to blind the eyes of ordinary people who didn't wear goggles, and the violent sizzle of the explosion was different from the restlessness of a normal hot-melted weapon, more like a mad wail, like the screams of hell.

All the air in the vicinity of this area was evaporated, and a small amount of water vapor was evaporated, and the sudden heat alone could make people feel the power of the bomb.

But the thick walls of pure gold had almost melted away for tens of meters, but there were still some of them inside, but the Skadiers did not carry more bombs in order to reduce their load.

Waiting for the melted liquid cotton to flow down and cool, Alan Bair walked inside to see what was going on with the unopened walls.

He knocked, Adamantite is almost his old partner, you know, he usually sleeps on a battleship, and he can't say that he is familiar with such metal, he can only say that he is an old husband and wife.

"Probably and... Three to four meters, don't waste hot melt ammunition, I'll take care of it. He took out his "sword", a scythe, activated, the servo roared, and slowly began to cut the layer of pure gold, you know, although the core of the power weapon is the position of destruction, but such a position does not directly make the item disappear, but still counts as a "cut".

Therefore, power weapons still use swords, axes, and fist gloves, which are used for lethality, and are also convenient for users to exert force, although the weapons of the Dark Ages are good in craftsmanship, but it is obviously a bit wishful thinking to use mortal bodies to cut through the four-meter-thick layer of pure gold.

Katakhams couldn't help but ask. "Boss, we're still using a hot melt gun, this..."

Before they could finish speaking, they heard the sound of Zizi, and they saw that the layer of pure gold four or five meters thick was gradually torn apart, as if it had been drilled by a drill, and it was constantly cracking.

What is this equivalent to a concept, the Titan-level armor is nothing more than that, and the armor of the battleship is not necessarily thicker, even if Skady invaded the Steel Gate before, the premise is that only its exterior is pure gold, and the interior is composite metal.

But the Divine Arithmetic Tower is not that kind of thing, and what could be more outrageous than tearing through the Titan armor alone?

But when Alan Baier tore open the perimeter, a stench of decay came over his face, and his face froze, and then the Skadi soldiers realized that this terrible world was full of black jokes, and that tearing through the Titan's armor was really nothing compared to what they saw next...

(End of chapter)