The light flashed across the ground, erected like Atlas on the land of the Foundry, and when the eyes of the gods flashed over the barren land, the flesh of the demons moistened the land he coveted.

Its massive body is collapsing, metal scales peeling away and dying.

The triangular badge also represents the sacrifice, and the death of the countless sacrificed citizens of the empire, the spear of light pierces the heart of the dragon, and the ground turns into blood-red crystals, normally the blood does not remain inside the spear, and those colors are obviously not a normal material composition.

Even so, the demon was not dead, but it was dead, its physical body crumbling, and the area lacking subspace psionic energy was unable to sustain its psionic body, and finally he crawled back to the high ground as the will of the Forge Governor, his cloudy old eyes looking at the heroes of the Imperial Guard, just as he had when he went to greet them.

"Why, are you still having fun here, my guest—" His voice was hoarse, like the whirring of a bellows, and his cloudy eyes were purple with psionic energy.

No one answered him, no one, he was a twenty-meter-tall monster at the moment, he was a twisted thing, a traitor, a heretic, a monster, a demon, a dragon, from the body he had penetrated began to fester, the flesh and blood gathered by the energy of the subspace slowly collapsed, like red mud soaked in metal scales.

Lonely death, this is the end of the pathetic thing that forged countless deaths in this world, the gods laughed treacherously, coveted his soul, and when he saw the faces of the gods of the subspace in his cloudy eyes, he realized that he was a, a puppet.

"Haha... Hahahaha! ”

"That's right, you're right, Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard... You know it all, you know it all! He was a little insane, for the blue Lord of Change was stretching out his large, obscuring arms.

"O gods—" His collapse made his body unable to make a sound, and the old man crawled back into his body, and his soul was captured by the Lord of Change, and it was useless to struggle, he was the star that sparked, and the gods of the Supreme Heaven were like the Buddha who had captured the Monkey King.

Pinching, taking, seizing, in the eyes of psionics, this moment of psionic fluctuations is enough for them to go crazy, but in the eyes of mortals, it's just that unbeatable huge body that has fallen like this.

Unfortunately, his great deeds were useless, and his life's contribution to the empire was not comparable to the sins of a tenth of the betrayal.

Crashing down, smoke, pervasiveness, death and defeat, for the Imperial Guard it was a victory, a victory, a sweet victory.

"Did you win?" Alan Bair watched as the rotten thing fell to the ground, squirming and dissipating.

The taste of victory, smells like... Stinky meat, those damn things finally dissipated at this moment, and the dark clouds that permeated Pan Lan dispersed.

Accomplishing another great feat, Alan Bair lay tired on the truck, the untouchable power of the last hydrogen bomb and the triangular badge no longer able to favor him, but...

The soldier walked forward and cleaned up the remains of the Divine Calculation Tower, and it was not easy to survive the messy waste, such as... Scatlan robots, four unconscious Scatlan robots lie atop the debris of the Empire.

Alan Baier sat in the truck, eating canned food wearily. "Just take it and transform it for the sage, and then the command will be in our hands."

"Don't say anything about the unreasonableness of using intelligent control soldiers, this is a special era, give control to the mechanical god girl in the regiment, so that she can also join the battlefield."

"Don't underestimate her, she also crawled out of the battlefield, and even used a wrench to open a scoop for orcs."

The tentacles sticking out of the massive dragon corpse were corrupted, and the Poldro was saved, only to be moored in low Earth orbit due to excessive energy output, but it should be activated soon after a simple damage repair.

The captain asked Alan Bair over the communicator. "I won, I didn't expect that my heart was about to turn out just now, emperor, I have to live twenty years less with you!"

Alan Bair replied. "Why, if it weren't for me, then you would just die, this is this universe, either crazy or survive."

The staff officer took out his Tanner tea and drank it beautifully. "I'm used to it, I've experienced more madness in the last two years than I've ever done before, and you'll have to get used to it, Captain."

That's right, war is like that, either dance on the tip of a knife, or die without a place to bury, struggle in blood, and surviving is all happiness, that's all.

The soldiers cleaned up the brutal war, and the transport plane slowly fell, and for the first time, Alan Baier felt that this thing was actually very warm.

They stepped into the transport, and there was nothing left to remember in this casting world, and there were many enemies to face, and more chaotic forces to face, and that's it.

But without casting the governor, the will of this world is no longer stable, and it is basically impossible for those muddy rabble to conquer this world, just shout softly, and even a salvo can make traitors with relatively strong mouths kneel and beg for mercy, of course, only slaughter will be treated to them.

Because most of the traitors occupy the main area, today is the end of Pan Lan, and in just half a month, it rained twice on the dry surface here, and twice in the dry world.

This is the end of this world, the water made of blood turns into what people once longed for in dry places, but no one will run happily to collect water, no one will sing the emperor's favor to them, only the ruins and the traces of bombing.

Pan Lan died today, completely dead, dead silent, dead cruel.

Dead by the cruelty of war and the wickedness of traitors, when the world is completely dry, the only thing of value is the factories formed by the Mechanics and the wisdom of their sages, and there is nothing left at this moment.

Although the sage promised that they could pay the 11th tax of the highest level of the empire, everyone knew that there was not much value left of Pan Lan now, and it would take a long time to rebuild.

Some people may think that such a sacrifice is a loss, but compared to the Red Pirates, who rely on heresy to enter this world, then it will become the hatred of the Imperial Guard.

Success is only for the greater strategic significance, nothing more, in the constant shooting and killing, bathed in the scarlet rain, enjoying the silence in the dry land of Panlan, the Imperial Guard are not good people, they are the honor of the Empire, not the troops of the citizens of the Empire.

In the beginning, the inhabitants of Pan Lan were not a high priority, just for the factory and benefits of the main nest, and now that the factory is gone, the Imperial Guard has begun to clean up and pack the last weapons, plasma guns, finished tanks, heavy explosive bombs, all of which are priceless things.

The two Legions of Scaddy and Phlaxia were the biggest beneficiaries, with the Mechists taking all of the losses, and Alan Bair took thousands of potion-powered suicide servants and four Great White Soldiers of the Dark Ages.

And the last Leterin in this world.

But in essence, there is no difference between the Imperial Guard and the traitor governor, only the size is different, the religion is different, and perhaps for those inhabitants of this world, war is war.

Death is death, sacrifice is sacrifice, for them is the purest and simplest thing to do, to live and die, to survive and to die, to continue to carry the weight forward, to return the dust of the dead to dust, when the great bell that forged the world reverberates, the only remaining small church in the main nest reverberates 12 times to mourn the sage who led the victory.

Compared to the Imperial Guard, the technical director is the hero of this world, at least he pulled the remaining hundreds of millions of people in this world from death, and in the empty nest capital, the artificial white flowers that were erected for him were lifted, sprinkled, and sung.

The Imperial Guard didn't come, and Alan Bair knew he couldn't bother with the memorial, and just let Kid Leterin perform his food stunt.

The aroma of the meatballs stewed in the pot wafted out, but the Leterin comments made the Skadi soldiers wonder if the careless stuffed guy had cooked his stinking household items.

The second lieutenant was not very disgusted, and took an iron spoon and tasted it. "Parsley, crushed lilies, tomatoes, plus a pinch of salt."

"Very good food, sir." He inserted the meatballs like a refined gourmand tasting Michelin, but his plate was scrap metal from the factory, the spoon was poured from the resident's house, and Wright was not a chef, he scolded.

"It's just that the meatballs mixed with the mashed soybean flour for the luncheon meat are cooked with military nutrients and civilian seasonings, don't look for it, there are no shoes!"

Alan Bair picked up the meatballs and wiped the hot juice with his fingers. "Vitamin C to enhance freshness, soy protein to increase taste, but also to maintain nutritional intake and sufficient energy, very in line with the standard of military meals."

He also noticed that the soldiers were eating with their noses covered and leaving the chef to eat, although he had explained to the older boys what untouchable people were, and had told the Lettling recruits that everyone was okay with the smelling creature who had actually taken a shower many times.

But the matter of eating is still involuntarily "squeezed out", which is quite the feeling of scolding the cook after eating.

However, the camp of the Skadian people is still lively and warm, after all, this is the end of the month, and the Red Pirates will probably come, and there will not be too many good days, even if there are many lively guys, pots and pans are banging, the fragrance is full and lively, the mouth is not stopped, shoes and armor, guns and friendship, gathered here.

Snap, click, mechanical metal crunch, that's the Imperial Guard camp is approaching, the skull is only the alarm, the Skadis pick up their guns, wary of uninvited guests disturbing their dinner, just experienced the war with the servants, who knows who's coming?

Buzz, buzz, the communication of the heavy adamantite gate at the camp gate was activated, but there was no notification from the Imperial Guard or the Commander-in-Chief, and the Imperial Guard did not answer, just waited, falling into silence until the slightly familiar mechanical voice spoke. "It's me."

"Foundry Governor, your partner."

Alan Bair walked over to the communicator and said. "Next time, don't you attend the teacher's funeral?"

The Governor replied. "For us, life and death no longer matter, the wisdom and knowledge of the teacher have been inherited from me..."

Alan Baier opened the gate of the camp and saw the indifferent shadow inside the holographic device. "But you're still grieving, aren't you?"

The governor straightened out his red robe. "My controller is a little bit out of order, just a legacy of the war."

Alan Baier saw that he was a little "tsundere" and pointed out the main point. "What are you going to do?"

He replied. "I need a batch of weapons, this world is not allowed to hold a large number of firearms for a long time because of the rebellion, but it is difficult for laser guns to complete security management, and the trade between galaxies, many merchants are not gentle."

"And I can get to where I am today thanks to the help of the Imperial Guard, I need the alliance to stabilize Pan Lan's heart, it has to be strong enough."

Alan Baier rubbed his chin. "Then I need Pan Lan's next 10 percent of the next output to go to us."

Ten percent, 10 percent of a world is a lot, although the output of the casting world is extremely profitable, but it is also the lifeblood of this world, they do not have many minerals, food is scarce, everything has to rely on the countless materials cast to export to other worlds.

Ten percent is equivalent to the Mechonists needing to sacrifice a lot of their own interests, so the Sage Governor had to hesitate, even if the Skadian people were powerful, it would not be too extravagant to hire such bodyguards.

After repeated rights, the sage spoke. "If you could station a thousand veterans as instructors..."

Alan Baier said. "Veteran? It's impossible, because I just asked, no one in my regiment wants to withdraw from the battle, and the alliance I mentioned was between you and Gondeva VI, and in the future Pan Lan and Gondeva VI will form a joint business alliance. ”

The sage hesitated. "That doesn't mean..."

Alan Baier nodded. "You will be at a disadvantage, but Gondeva VI will use the power and the location of the core of this sector to provide you with a steady stream of supplies and equipment, so that you can recover as soon as possible, or even better."

Several thoughts kept echoing in the sage's mind. "Yes, yes, the pros outweigh the cons, and even better in the long run."

This is the fate of fate, at first Alan Baier was a guest, he was summoned, but now, the Imperial Guard has become the master, and the power is reversed in a moment, and the Governor cannot blame the hero who saved them, but can only insult the good deeds done by the previous heretical Governor in his heart.

This meant that Pan Lan would lose his independence, and that the control of the Mechanics would be weakened, but as the Governor, he had to accede to this request.

"In the name of the Governor of the Casting World, I agree to this matter, and I ask you to inform the commander of Gondeva VI..."

Alan Baier took a sip of his coffee. "Yes, I'll send a report right away, and I'll wait to be helped."

Seemingly a help, but in fact a colonization, as the core supply point, Gondeva VI is the foundation of the Imperial Guard's independence from the Ministry of War, and it is the tireless supply of this star system that keeps the war going.

At this moment, Pan Lan joins this big family, and the power it provides is bound to be only better than paying the 11 tax diligently, and Pan Lan taking the initiative to pay the full-level tax because of her sins will also delay her revival, such an arrangement is the best.

Alan Baier hung up the communicator and continued to savor his dinner, as if he were cutting through the world and eating her flesh.

(End of chapter)