It was a demon, an absolute demon, the Lord of All Change, smirking as if everything had become a part of the twisted things in the dark hollow bombed by the Imperial Guard.

"Demons" are things that do not belong to the future era, but human imagination has never left the main theme they bring, and it may be that it is the man-made thing that will appear like this at this moment.

The most representative of the machine is the Devil of Steel, the combination of fantasy and technological distortion, but also the change itself, whether it is the war of opposites, the transformation of this eternal cast world, or the madness of the Governor of the Mechanical, it is excellent pleasure for the Lord of Change.

However, not no one among mortals could guess the thoughts of the gods, but Alan Bair guessed the wishes of the Chaos Gods the moment he saw the demons.

Someone needs to tear through the Imperial Guard's defenses and turn this forged world into a pedal and supply point, so it will take a frenzied betrayal to do so, and the unstable subspace rift will also be the centerpiece of the Red Pirate reinforcement.

Alan Bair watched as the cloudless sky streaked across the Imperial Guard's artillery fire, the bombardment of cannon and light spears, the light of the giant Titan Void Shield flickering in the distance, another war began, and the shooting that did not give them a rest, every moment, every minute, started now, and it would not stop.

The fire, the light, the flickering echoed in his mind, and the weariness, the grotesqueness, the fear, the mixed feelings and the consciousness that had become crooked were persecuting him.

Until the voice of the voice pulls the weary back. "Sir, sir, lieutenant colonel?!"

"Boss? Boss, are you still there, boss! ”

Alan Baier looked at his somewhat blurry palms, tired, battle tired, a common battlefield psychological illness, he is also mortal, finally couldn't help it? If honor and survival can't drag this body forward, what else can he have, or stop here and rest...

The emperor will forgive him, the empire will too, at least he is loyal, and there are so many heroes who have come and gone, no one will care if he rests like this, the divine power of the gods of chaos and the supreme heaven is too powerful, he is just a mortal...

Until the demon's metal spike burst across his cheek, denting the ground into it, he subconsciously pulled out his gun and smashed the spikes that were sticking out.

What mental illness? What war exhaustion? He just needs to survive, moisture, kill.

"Good fellow, how dare you do it..."Alan Baier's eyes cleared again, the desire to survive filled his body, he didn't fight to the death until now!

Break the thick, ground-piercing tentacles, and the metal tentacles turn into lava.

"Get ready trucks, call all the servants to the battlefield, we're approaching the enemy in three lines, that disgusting monster..."

"Staff officer, you and I are in command of the Skadi 1-3 Company Private and the Ensign on the right line to command the Skadi 4-12 Company, and the left side is given to the Lethling and the Sage of the Mech, the servants can move quickly without using vehicles, I ask you to attract fire first."

On the left is the main road of the nest capital, where the troops must be the most conspicuous, and with the powerful firepower of the servants, it is bound to attract most of the attention.

The mechanical sages did not complain about this arrangement, for them they were guilty of meritorious service, and the loss of a few servants could be exchanged for the stability of their old age, which was obviously earned.

If you want to survive and be recognized by the Empire, you need sacrifices and costs, and the price is such a thing, they are willing to pay, and they are willing, and the Imperial Guard can also reduce their losses.

Although Alan Bair didn't like the Mechanics, they were a good ally, and perhaps the Emperor understood this to allow this massive alliance to settle into the heart of the Empire.

It is difficult for mortals to understand his wisdom, and they can only admire his great achievements, and even if they can look at the emperor's life from the perspective of almost God, Alan Baier still can't see through him, not to mention that those records are swayed by commercial attributes, and tainted by subspace, and have been translated, how many of them are true and how many are false?

Even the world he once had could not recognize the emperor's sins or merits, he only needed to recognize the boundless merits of this golden great man, and then firmly swung his sword and shot at the enemies of mankind until the end of the galaxy.

There's smoke and nausea from trucks, you can't expect the biodiesel here to be good, and even the antique engines that can't be used by things like promethium are just carrying people forward.

In the view of hell where the scorching wind and the ruins of the buildings as we advanced were mixed together, the massive body of the demon, whose combat power was comparable to that of a battleship, was even more distant.

Probably the reason why his iron scales oxidized in the air, a faint rust appeared on his body, outlining purple-brown rose markings.

Beautiful things are poisonous or deadly, and the huge legions of servants are clearly more conspicuous than the Skadians, and although I don't know why the demon didn't continue to use that damn electromagnetic obstruction, I can feel its oppressive power.

Because the servants and Skadians have no morale, the other is victorious, and their regiments are very loose, for the regular army, loose normal is a negative effect, but the skirmish line is a major issue of modern warfare, how to make the soldiers not break and flee in such a situation.

The Skadis tug at their fellow citizens with blood, death, duty, and victory, even if they are physically distanced, while the Mechonia drive the vast army of puppets, and the mechanical servants with their feet on their feet shoot like fireworks.

Gorgeous, brilliant death fireworks, colorful uranium-burning uranium, electromagnetism, explosive bombs, heat rays, and endless raindrops falling on the shield of psionic energy.

"No shield penetrated, Sage, request heavy fireteam support."

The mechanical sage replied. "Get ready to attack the enemy with Imperial Guard fire, all ready." He kept his head down and counted the things.

“1，2… Well?! "As the sage prepares to fire a second salvo, a large number of spikes fly, those things are the multipliers on the demon's body, they only need to be flicked lightly and will fly out, but their power and accuracy are not inferior to professional shelling, and after hitting the target, they will spread out wildly, piercing more things.

"Dodge!" "Emergency flash..."

Boom, smoke, bombardment, death and broken parts, spikes fell, and then the dragon's body was still attached to the thing, and only the low dragon groan, hundreds of meters long monster spikes began to sweep like a wall.

"Monsters, it's just—" the sage cursed, but it was too late, and in just one sweep, one twelfth of the 100,000 mechanical cathars had been lost, and thousands of the Empire's elite had been wiped out.

Alan Baier was not distressed, he could only see the damage caused by the thing on his own troops, and the servants were worthless in comparison.

"The flank attraction operation was successful, and sure enough, the huge body angle was very large." He commented on the plan, but to be honest, he didn't know how to break through the monster's psionic shield and thick armor.

The hot melt bomb was almost used, and even the hot melt guns often used by the Imperial Guard could not give it enough damage, and the heavy engines were even more unlikely to get close without attracting attention.

"There's still a distance—" Alan Baier looked at with a rangefinder. It's about 500 meters, which means about three minutes, so you can get by..."

As he thought, a fierce spike slashed across the sky and inserted into the core of the troops on the right, and Alan Baier's heart was half cold, and he immediately turned on the radio. "Ensign?! Lieutenant?! How's it going? ”

The second lieutenant replied with a cough. "There were no serious losses, but the truck made two of them, and the hot melt instantly burned the spikes, is this thing made of pure gold?! It feels like even my knights are wearing it! ”

Private said. "With this intensity of attack, we can only take a roundabout battle, otherwise the loss will be too great."

Alan Bair could only order. "The artillery group attacked the enemy's position, obstructing the line of sight, we were moving at full speed with the throttle full!"

The roaring flames smashed on the psionic shield on the opposite face, and in just half a day of actual combat, the Skadian had already mastered how to bombard, and their combat talent could be imagined.

But this guy's powerful shield actually resisted the firepower of the four regimental levels for so long, and paralyzed the Empire's Moon-class cruisers, such a spiritual energy, I don't know how it compares to the Red Devil Magnus?

Perhaps size is helpful for psionic energy storage, and large beings must be more likely to store power, Alan Baier can only turn on the communicator worriedly. "This is the Imperial Guard, the only Skadi regiment, call the Poldro, how are you doing?"

The captain looked at the panel that was starting to get out of control at the moment, and laughed with interest. "We're fine here, but if we get sucked for a few more minutes, we're probably going to fall."

"The enemy can use the tentacles to absorb metal and energy, and our warship seems to have become a source of energy on the other side."

Alan Baier suddenly realized. "That's why he doesn't use psionic pulses? He needs a starting engine to provide the source power..."

"What the damn thing, do you think the battleships of the Empire are, buffets?!"

The captain sighed. "So what, the more you bomb, the more we will lose energy and metal hulls, and now we have 20 percent of our emergency navigation reserves..."

Alan Baier said. "Can you open a light spear?"

The captain said uncertainly. "It should be possible, but what if you shine a spear, you will never be able to kill it."

Alan Baier took out the badge returned by Katachan on his chest. "No, I have a way to open the portal, follow my orders, just shoot, gather all the energy on the light spear, overload all the power, don't think about the kind of gathering of tomorrow, turn on the radiator, and I will bring victory."

Sweat slid down the captain's forehead. "All? 20 percent is also a battleship, 20 percent of a three-kilometer steel giant! Are you sure? If we don't shoot accurately this time, we can't kill the enemy, we can't even leave this world, and if we leave energy behind, we can still rely on the salient ship to get out of the atmosphere. ”

"If you launch, there is no way back."

Alan Baier said. "Captain, I understand who you are, you will not abandon your warship, I will not betray your soldiers, we are a kind of fellow, arrogant, stupid, loyal and arrogant, I do not believe that heresy can be powerful, and I do not believe that loyalty is wrong."

"Since you're not going to run away from Poldero, I'm not going to leave Skady, don't think about anything damn about it, TMD's assault ship!"

"There is no retreat is the biggest retreat, forward, the current human race can only move forward! Are you going to hope for a damn extermination order to prove that the Empire is victorious?! ”

The captain held the rudder in his hand. "Extermination Order, Extermination Order... Hahaha... How dare you say it, the whole team listens to the order! Gather energy in the One Light Spear! ”

"We're going to surprise heretics!"

The veterans on the Bordero had been beaten before, and as the Imperial Navy, they were also full of martial virtues, and they had endured enough at the moment, and they immediately began to operate and gather energy.

The guys who can eat a plate have absolutely similar personalities, Poldello and Scardi, two things that have nothing to do with each other, but they are alike, they are both crazy, they are both perverts, they can give up anything for their beliefs, they can sacrifice for the sake of humanity in the universe in exchange for a glimmer of hope.

"Ready energy is done."

"Gathering complete."

"Focus is done."

"Lock, aim."

The first mate shouted. "It's time to shoot!"

The captain said. "When to shoot?!"

Alan Bair pulled out his badge, pinned it to his only remaining hydrogen warhead, and read it. "Emperor bless, your little thing can be strong, give me a sacrifice for your master!"

Press your own button, the stench fills the air, next, aim, fire.

"Shoot the enemy, aim for me! After the fire of the hydrogen bomb, it is the last chance. He couldn't help but feel crazy, if the badge couldn't stand the power of the hydrogen bomb, if the effect of the Untouchable couldn't break the psionic shield, if the emperor didn't protect him, if... Bordero hit crooked...

"Hahaha!" He laughed, crazy, but it was the most comfortable feeling for him.

"Come on, prepare, shoot!" On the roof of the truck, Alan Baier fell to his knees, the relic's gun was fired with smoke, and the hydrogen bomb and torpedo with the badge stuck to the front section were submerged into the psionic shield, and the demon only saw the light flash in the corner of his eye, and his body was in sharp pain.

No matter what era it is, there is nothing that cannot be solved with a hydrogen bomb, and if there is...

"Launch!" Then make up for a glowing spear shot!

Pillars and rays of light were fired from the near-earth pipeline, and the rage from the engines of the Imperial warships was enough to flatten the enemies of the Empire, but soon, the psionic light flickered!

"Damn! Failed?! The captain scolded.

But Alan Bair just said. "Let the hydrogen bomb blow up for a while."

The light of the heavens shines from the universe to the ground, like the giants who carried the heavens and the earth in Greek mythology, it is hard to imagine that human beings can perform such miracles in the distant forty millennium, and the efforts of tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of people, at this moment, with the help of the technology of the Dark Ages, spanning 20,000 years, are focused.

Throughout... Demonic scales!

(End of chapter)