Darkness, suffocating darkness with a constant roaring explosion vibrates inside the hive capital with a strong vibration beyond human habits, time is running out, and the city has been invaded by aliens.

The Imperial Guard must take responsibility for dealing with the elven aliens who already know the secrets of the Empire, and in the light of the temporary lumen lamp, those precious materials come to the side of the Chimera in the trembling earth and the wreckage of the ruins.

Sergeant Katachan said over the radio into the distance. "We've been attacked by aliens, it's the Elve!" The corpses of the aliens that fell to the ground tell Alan Bair of the suffering he had endured here, the large hole in the Chimera that had been burned open by the Hot Spear, the hot fused weapon of the Dark Elves, and the hideous-looking Skadi Veteran lying on the ground, his soul returning to the throne.

Inside the crew's firing hole, the Leterling Kid held his carbine vigilantly, and the blood of the aliens pierced by heat rays and explosive shells glowed in a terrifying pitch black in the night vision goggles.

"Damn, these aliens have ruined this place, the emperor is above..."The second lieutenant had to insult the filthy things, he used to love to wander the streets here, but now there was nothing, the only thing left, probably only madness and killing, he saluted his dead comrades, and Alan Baier focused all his energy on the intelligence officers who had worked so hard to rescue.

Without them, the dead Imperial Guard veterans would have been worthless, and the only places they could have been taken away would have been their carapace, guns, and dog tags.

Now in this city, the damage caused by the aliens has made people miserable and terrified, and now they are licking and biting the flesh of the Empire, and they are treating people as their dinner, savoring them carefully.

It used to be a place to live, but it was a place to live, where tired adventurers drank and people worked tirelessly, but the war destroyed everything, and now it's a bloody and dark hell, and nothing else.

"Go back, the mission is complete, and the current goal of the alien will become us, because the most important thing is in our hands, and now our goal is only to live." Alan Bair emphasized that while most people didn't understand what was happening, surviving was all too familiar to the Skadi people.

Hopped in the car, vigilant, armed, dark spaces, buzzing engines, narrow roads and enemies that could appear at any moment, the Xenomorphs are not good at stubble, especially when they see the treasures escorted by the Imperial Guard, the value of which is large enough for the Red Pirates to bestow them with many priceless things, and even getting a Ark of Evil Omen is not a dream.

In this dark universe, the value of timely intelligence is even greater than that of the time when humans were still in Terra, and under the interference of those turbid subspaces, every word, every valuable word determines the fate of countless human beings.

The car body is squeezed out of the thick waste cement, construction waste, and the space is quiet to death, death, death, whether it is a forest or a city, as long as the rules of the law of the jungle are respected, it is the same as what Lieutenant Colonel Katachan said.

The quieter the world, the more dangerous it becomes...

Whoosh, abrupt, extremely fast, like a bloody wind blowing across the cheeks, the accurate shot one has to think that it was fired by a Space Marine, like a sharp feather embedded in the driving slit of the armored car's hull, piercing through the thick bulletproof alloy glass, and brushing past Alan Bairer's face.

Driving a car is a life-and-death job, especially when your enemies are a group of tall and deadly space elves whose ancestral arrows have been transformed into deadly high-tech armor-piercing rifles that are electromagnetically accelerated to supersonic speeds, and probably no one can be a survivor under the killers from Comoros.

The attacks in the Void are still ongoing, and the Courier-class Titanium Destroyer is a large electromagnetic cannon that constantly bombards the Iron Gate of the Empire, producing explosions and vibrations that make it difficult for the Chimera to pilot, and now Alan Barr has to deal with those crazy spirits.

The second lieutenant in the co-pilot was curious and intended to touch the green vigilance inserted into the Adamantite hull behind the cockpit with his fingers, and Alan Beer cursed. "Don't move, there's a neurotoxin!"

Although it would only be fatal if the wound was opened and the bloodstream entered, he couldn't let anyone risk touching it, as long as there were fewer wounds, and those toxins would enter the human body, then the unlucky guy would die of painful convulsions, and even if the goal of this thing was to kill the enemy, it would have to torture that lifeform for a long time.

The perverted thugs of the Spirit Clan continue to do evil deeds in this universe, and the second lieutenant immediately put away his cheap claws, and the car continued to move forward, the Imperial Guard couldn't fight back, those things were very well hidden, only weird shots came from all directions, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard couldn't probe out, if they were stabbed, they would be desperate.

The car is forward, the engine is roaring, the road is not too far, they are wary of rubble, garbage and ruins, and the days of mental exhaustion are finally over.

The Korn would not let go of this good opportunity, and when the next intersection turned, something looming in the sky shone in the abnormal fluctuations, and Alan Baier immediately pressed the accelerator with more force.

The Chimera roared, the engine turned, roaring forward, but no matter how fast it was, it was hard to shake off the uninvited guests from the sky.

"There are enemies!" Because he knew very well that it was the glow of a hot melt weapon, the Heat Lances, weapons used by the Reapers and the Scourge. This weapon is a major technological breakthrough in the Comoros, with the scorching power of a hot-melt weapon and the ultra-high accuracy of a laser weapon.

Like most hot melt weapons, the Hot Spear has a short range but is extremely destructive, and at the same time deadly, with a blazing fast charge speed and prepared shots, a beautiful attack, a conspiracy of their favorite hidden tricks and deadly ambushes.

"Damn it, I can't hide from it!" The Chimera was already fully loaded, not to mention that this weapon was so accurate, the sound of light and sizzle was getting clearer and clearer, and those damn aliens also revealed their own forms, a scourge, and also the air assault force of the dark spirits.

Its members are generally rich and courageous, and they are a group of dark spirits who have been transformed by the Blood Spirits.

Their bones have been hollowed out, real wings have been transplanted, and the muscle groups and extra adrenal glands that go with them have been transplanted, so they can really fly!

The blasphemous alien angels of Gao Xuan wandered in the air with sinister laughter and nightmares at the same time, and at the last moment, Skadi's veterans poked out of the area damaged by the Eldar shot, and their bodies shot at the enemy without cover.

It's crazy, mortals can't compare to the almost immortal cosmic aliens, their tall bodies and precise shots are deadly enough, and the angels with the wings of the devil are truly terrifying, sneering, wailing, flashing from the sharp spears in their hands like pitch-black gothic spears.

"Shoot!" With a low Gothic roar, human anger and ambition gathered in the deflagration guns of the heat rays, thump, swish, swish, light spears and beams exchanged, and those invincible angels fell to the ground, their wings crumbled, their bodies charred, crushed by the Chimera armored vehicles, their armor reduced to smitherenations, and their bodies bleeding, apologizing to the countless humans they had mutilated with their lives.

In the exchange shooting, the veterans also have two projectiles of poisoned crystal guns, and those alien weapons that have been heated by electromagnetic have the heat of plasma, in other words...

Melting carapace armor is as easy as melting butter, and if it's a Space Marine's heavy terracotta armor, it can withstand those shots, but the Imperial Guard... In the end, the Empire was unable to provide enough defense for the brave mortals.

Alan Bair continued to drive, Master Chief and the Lettlings eagerly examining their brother's wounds, but the screams continued, the war they had experienced was enough to make the kindest mad and the loyalists to wonder, but they did not cry a moan, and now they made a poignant sound.

Those neurotoxins made Skadi's tough guys want to cry, they were hopeless, but who would help them, at least for now, their vital signs were still active.

Whoever can shoot at their comrades in pain, that feeling will linger around them for a long time, but listening to the wails to make them die is enough to turn their souls into fragments, which is also something that the spirits are greedy for, they are hopeless, but whether it is shooting at their companions or ignoring them is enough to make the victim and his companions suffer.

The chaotic aliens were smiling in the dark, but soon after such hesitation, the tavern keeper sang the emperor's hymns, comforted his comrades he didn't know with those battlefield prayers, and then stretched out his arms, bang bang, bang bang, and put an end to the lives of those poor people, who walked peacefully and loyally, without fear or madness in front of them.

As an intelligence officer of the Empire, he is absolutely ruthless and crazy, and at the same time good at being a good person, but his actions make the Master Chief angry, and the Master Chief holds down this brave man with his thick arm, and he asks why he treats his comrades like this, but the boss's face does not hesitate.

"He's hopeless, you know it very well." He pushed the Katachan man's arm away, his collar here, as if killing two Imperial heroes was like crushing an ant, and Master Chief Katakan would let go because he knew there was nothing wrong with it...

Dead silence and uneasiness, contradictions and madness echoed in this small car group, even if the plan of the Spirit Clan did not succeed, but the contradictions still breeded, Alan Baier knew very well, but he did not point out, the situation just now was not easy for him to handle.

He was also a soldier, and even he was grateful for the tavernkeeper's actions, and when the Chimera stopped, the recycle depot had become the harshest stronghold of the Imperial Guard, guarded by the soldiers, and the labor forces continued to build bunkers and transport materials, but Alan Bair stopped those things.

"Now that the war has begun, and this area has been invaded by aliens, we need a new plan to change the situation, change the status quo, and make those aliens pay their bloody debts."

Master Chief couldn't help but ask. "So what should we do? The buildings and technology of the aliens in this place are too troublesome, and we have fallen into passivity, although the frontal combat of the aliens is not as good as ours, but the guerrilla warfare and resistance warfare are enough to consume us here. ”

"Their weapons can easily penetrate the armor, and the heavy buildings here can hinder the advance of the Riemanus, and the place is too narrow to activate the Poisonblade tank."

Alan Bair looked at the officers here, in this narrow and crazy place, he had to say his bold idea, it was a direct and twisted enough plan to save this asteroid world.

"I'll ask General Macato for enough nuclear bombs, and the warships can't bomb this place directly, so I'll go and install those things in the center of the city, which is here, according to the regular setting."

"We just need one successful shipment of equipment, 12 Chimeras and enough firepower, heavy weapons and brave soldiers, one nuclear bomb is enough to empty the buildings here, and the heat will travel like the wrath of the emperor through the cramped lair, burning everything here."

"Even if there are still the remaining elves, with only carbonization and buildings and crystals on the open crevice ground, they will not be able to successfully hide themselves and force them to retreat."

The soldiers looked at each other in disbelief, as the plan meant that the lives of the many survivors and Imperial citizens captured by the Elvens in the city had all been rendered worthless.

The second lieutenant swallowed, sweat streaming down his forehead, although he usually hangs his son, but the most humane soldier here is just him, this plan is already on the edge of his mind, as long as it goes a little more excessively, the survivors here are a little more obvious, he can't bear such a plan.

Although the Lettling Kid had just joined, he had seen the madness of heresy, and Sergeant Katachan hated the aliens, and the staff officer would not hesitate, if a nuclear bomb and hundreds of thousands of lives could trade the advantage of a war zone, he could detonate that thing three or four times.

Alan Baier saw the second lieutenant's hesitation, he pressed the young man's shoulder, he had always been the youngest and least experienced cutie in the group, he was not suitable for the battlefield, but fate brought him, he was in pain and struggle again and again, he was not so used to the dehumanizing battles and strong struggles, but he was still important.

"Don't be afraid, this is for the safety of more people, and for the emperor... Remember that sentence, I have crossed the underworld in my heart and soul, and you swore to the emperor. ”

The second lieutenant nodded, heavy, and with the full consent of Skady, Alan Baier dialed the devastated call, and with Makato's quick consent, a nuclear bomb used for an extermination order was taken out by a heavy truck at the Navy headquarters.

Scardy's goal now is to clear the streets, maintain the roads, keep the cars safe, and transport the intelligence officers to the safe areas, and the dark elves are clearly not going to sit idly by...

Bloody winds and wars are on the verge of breaking out, darkness and light, win or die...

At the end of this dark fortieth millennium... Unfolded in narrow pipes and tiny cities, playing a symphony of death with pure gold and beams of light, once again.

(End of chapter)