Makato, the king, hero, and general of the land, in his luxurious and huge office, the room is full of miscellaneous items and papers, and the empire does not keep useless people, let alone the biggest commander here.

But he was in distress, the troops were insufficient, the titanium battleships had a long range, the command was orderly, and those who had no noses, although they could not break the steel gate, swallowed the core area of the Imperial Guard little by little like wolves.

This requires far more troops than the attacking side, and Titanium's mobility and command ability on detours is quite surprising, and it is rare to maintain such a high morale and communication frequency in this dark age of the universe.

Admiring the enemy is a must for commanders, and arrogance is deadly than anything else, but Makato can only ignore Alan Bair's military support, because he can't see the evil plans of the Elves for the time being.

When he lit his cigar, he couldn't move forward with his duties, and he didn't seem to be able to do anything other than to correct things, approve things, and do anything else that was about victory.

Makato exhaled a smoke ring and watched out the window as the heavy trucks with nuclear bombs slowly moved forward with the performance of the fuel engine, and the evil aliens roared into the Empire's territory, but he could do nothing.

If the Spirit Clan really had any evil plans, he could only rely on Skadi for all, and even a little too much dependence.

On the Skadian side, Alan Bair and the second lieutenant hit it off with their decision to escort the transport troops, they now needed an elite but not very large force to accomplish this task, they wanted shields, they needed blades, they wanted to penetrate the throats and necks of the aliens, and kill those things at the same time.

12 Chimera and 6 Sentinel Mechs are the only ones in the Skadi Regiment that are currently the most effective at resisting the attacks of the Eldars, but even so, those poison crystal weapons with electromagnetic acceleration can easily pass through the armor.

But in addition to the poison blades, there is also heavy equipment that can hinder and operate here, but it will still take time to bring her here.

Seeing the telegram coming, the trucks were moving forward, and now they needed to go far and far to get the Emperor's wrath.

"Get in the car, get in the car, do a good job of protection, if you are hit by the enemy, let your teammates shoot you dead, don't feel guilty about those who help your compatriots to liberate, just squander those feelings as anger against the alien, we have to be indifferent and cruel."

The staff officer is doing the combat guidance, which is a drop in the bucket, and even if the soldier trusts him, it is difficult for him to endure the burden of shooting at his teammates.

The Chimera crew started slowly at this moment, the second lieutenant, the staff officer, the Leterling Kid and Alan Baier as the core of the advance team, a total of 12 Chimeras, one with 20 people and 240 people, are all indispensable combat effectiveness, and the drivers of the Chimera crew have a lot of preparations.

Alan Baier also rarely sat on his command type Salamander tank, this mobile command platform with clear shooting and strong combat effectiveness, named after the Salamander Warband, and the tenacity of those warriors, as well as its wonderful storm blast main gun, quite comfortable.

Only this time, there was a special member on it, and the Salamander Tank followed the long line of Chimeras behind the convoy, while Alan Baier covered his nose.

The Lettling is a natural sniper and a hidden home, but when he becomes untouchable, then he can't be put in the car, although his untouchable ability is not strong, and there is no shortage of disgusting feelings.

He stood on the shooting hole of the Salamander Tank and poked out his tiny body, the light metal defense plates just enough to bury him inside, but his body was still in the car, making Alan Baier, who was carrying him in the same car, want to vomit.

The chief of staff and the second lieutenant did not have to suffer, because they were all in the Chimera group, and the original company of communications strengthened the Chimera, which was equivalent to the reserve communication group of this unit, even if Alan Baier lost the ability to communicate, they could continue to command, and nothing went wrong.

War can't avoid this, and they have to think at the worst, when the Chimera's engines burn energy, the Vulcanor16 dual-coupled multi-combustion engine, and the piston power source created by the Forge World are driving those behemoths forward, crushing the corpses and garbage on the ground.

It's the smell of war, but it's quiet most of the time, at least for now, and you can't help but want to lean out of your body and enjoy the cold wind of the Void Colony.

Now it is very similar to Skadi, cold, cold, but different, there are many similar worlds in the Empire, but they are exactly the same, the car moving forward, the buzzing vibration and the body odor of his companions, the march that Alan Baier remembers is nothing more than that.

"How's the road?" Alan Baier asked the Letherin Kid that now that the city was dark, the oxygen equipment and heating had stopped, the "outside" temperature could reach below zero, and the oxygen was not much of a problem because the people were almost dead.

Inhaling the blood-soaked air, the Leterin Kid replied by hiding behind the car's cover. "It's normal at the moment, boss, it's a little disgusting to be quiet here."

Alan Baier rubbed the tip of his nose. "That's right, but we need to be vigilant, those spirits only shine brightly and brightly when they shoot, and the rest of the time is as hidden as a nightmare."

"There is no alien in the entire universe who is more fond of intrigue and intrigue than them, at least the orcs can ambush, but most of the orcs shoot when they see the first Chimera, and those pointed ears can hide for a long time."

Alan Bair opens the distribution group. "Shoot regularly at deliberate cover positions, the flickering or phantom shields of the Elves can confuse our vision, and don't trust all the images in the night vision goggles."

Fighting for a long time in such a dark place is also a test for people's hearts, and the enemy will still be invisible to the terrifying pointy-eared aliens, although the emperor blesses, but those pressures linger.

At this moment, they are both heroes and frightened birds, and a moment of flash can make the Chimera's projectiles fire, but no matter how inefficient they are, they can ensure that those hidden positions that are easy to attack are relatively safe.

Today's Skady is not the poor family before, the current Skadi only regiment is not only well supplied, full of logistics, and is regarded as a hero by other regiments, such as thousands of projectiles can change a person's safety, in fact, it is not bad.

Bang bang, bang bang, the explosive bombs on the Chimera ignited bright gunfire, and Alan Baier believed that the things had been following them for a long time, but they had not yet shown their shape, and after a shot, the sound of metal hitting turned into the sound of projectiles sinking into flesh.

"Enemy attack!"

The next most brilliant fireworks of death appeared under the fire of the Imperial Guard, a ballad of hot melting, deflagration, and lasers, and the high temperature made those beams look unusually dazzling under the night vision goggles, enough to match the light of the stars.

Like the flames of a dragon, or the wrath of a god, even the strongest exoskeleton armor of the Spirit Race could not withstand and be torn apart, but the next thing the Imperial Guard could see was not the cabal fighters, but a giant monster with a blurred flesh and blood and an iron mask.

His purple skin was all stitched marks, but it was not obvious, to be precise, it was cracked after the Imperial Guard shot, it is not difficult to imagine how beautiful the workmanship of this thing is, I am afraid that it may not be able to see the stitching before it died.

And its arms are like the shooting equipment of the Tyranid bugs, like pitch-black raised armor, as if it were attached to its arms as a whole.

And its iron mask was like three horizontal lines, the only way he could feel the outside, this thing was not a natural creature, and there was only one thing in the dark spirit who could ruin life like this.

The Bloodling... They are the Frankensteins of the Dark Eldarns.

This group of morbid, terrifying, cruel creatures take pleasure in the transformation of the living and call themselves artists, using scalpels and living creatures as brushes and canvases, and the stranger, more distorted, and more painful the "work" the more valuable.

Moreover, they do not reject self-experimentation in the name of art, using themselves as a seedbed for experimental art.

Blood Servants always carry a variety of tools to create and maintain their works at any time, including scissor hands, venom knives, nerve torturers, electric whips, peeling knives, liquefaction guns, bone enhancement factors, or psychic phase gloves, etc., which can be called the treasure bag of torture.

In other words, the bone spurs are triggered by muscle contractions and twitches, meaning they will be almost silent.

Poof, the sound of flesh being pierced echoed in the dark space, the neck of the Imperial Guard soldier who poked his head out to shoot was pierced by the stinging bone needle, his flesh began to melt extremely quickly, the thing was injecting something like magma into his body, it was hard to imagine what he felt at this moment, falling into the magma...

Damn it... Anger echoed within Alan Bair, and he realized what the aliens were doing to the heroes of the Imperial Guard!

They are taking their souls, crushing their willpower with pain, and coveting their souls.

"Hide in cover, give priority to forward, we can't lock the enemy position!"

The Chimera turned on very quickly, and the misery followed, and as Alan Baier looked warily ahead, he suddenly stopped the car and shouted over the communicator. "Don't move forward!"

It was a small thing that was actually buried in the ground, he didn't know it, but he probably understood that it was a bomb!

But at this moment, the Chimera in front of him stepped directly over it, stepped on it, and a violent explosion appeared, but there was no imaginary death, Alan Baier He originally thought that he would see a large amount of melted acid next, or that people who were touched by the bomb would give birth to bone spurs, maybe crazy, but this thing generated a thick energy barrier...

The Imperial Guard inside kept shooting outward, but the effect was completely ineffective, and the deflagration weapons or plasma guns didn't even leave a trace, only a few white marks on the hot melt beam.

But it's just bondage? What's next, poison gas?

And soon the Spirit Race proved the poverty of human imagination, the bomb burst, but it was not strong, there was no temperature, but the appearance of the Void Shield, this is a Void Mine, to be precise, a teleportation device, that is, to send real-world matter to subspace, similar to the Void Shield of the Human Empire, but smaller, and the range is larger, the barrier is just to reduce its power, otherwise this asteroid will be dug up and sent to subspace.

And after that unhurried but crazy flash, three Chimera's and one Sentinel mecha of the Imperial Guard disappeared completely...

The huge pit was too big for Alan Baier to cross, he could only command. "Forward, continue to move forward, don't hesitate, the next road will be commanded by the reserve command team..."

Hanging up the command equipment, at this moment the Chimera team has moved forward without looking back, Alan Baier has to admit that he has been cut off, leaving the large army, the electrical signal has become weak, and those remains, stitching monsters, and the minions of the blood spirit people are walking towards them.

"Kid Leterin, I'm sorry to pull you here—" Alan Byer poked his head out, he breathed in the fresh air, and pressed the Storm Blaster on the roof of the car, which was his only salvation.

The Leterin rubbed his nose. "It doesn't matter, boss, it doesn't matter, you're my last family."

He raised his weapon, bang, bang, carbine shot, smashed the stitched heads, and he was accurate enough to keep the damn aliens from getting close, so Alan Bair could shoot at the enemy with all his might.

Alan Bair raised his weapon, the storm burst into flames, and the light could even illuminate the area, the only salamander tank, against the entire legion of the Blood Ling's subordinates, those damn spirit clans' intrigues, plots, were very effective.

They succeeded in separating the Imperial Guard, paralyzing the command force, and the owner of this special unit, the graceful Spirit Xenomorph, the Master of the Blood Lingren, adjusted her pet, a monster that could break through the weak defenses of the Imperial Guard, a behemoth assembled from muscle and bones, often made from slaves chosen as raw materials for art, or some idiot black bean sprout who angered the Blood Servants.

The process of twisting and abomination is extremely long and painful, and the victim is injected with various growth drugs, steroids, and muscle stimulants, as well as a virus that causes abnormal bone development, which causes the spine to overgrow until it pierces the back, thus creating a bulging ball of flesh on the back, which is then installed by the Blood Ling to act as its non-stop motivation.

The consul, the king of the cabal, stood by her side, and he had also come to fight, but it seemed that there was no need. "Knock this area down, the next thing is to invade the main area, and finally, we have to deal with those titaniums and bring enough servants back home."

It doesn't matter to the blood Ling people, she just adjusts her servant in the extreme, and stays in the changing position without fail.

At the last minute, a flash of the carbine shot into the monster's jar, leaving it with nothing to inject.

"Who is it?" Sharp but angry screams echoed in the dark ruins of the city, on the salamander tank, Alan Baier and the Lettling Kid actually used their weapons to almost kill the remains, and used the reverse three-point positioning to find the location of the Blood Lingren.

Alan Bair yelled. "You aliens, you can find the wrong person alone!"

The Archon, however, stepped forward and sucked up a deadly gravitational shot with the long-standing fog of his Shadow Position, a rather rare defensive item.

Only the most noble of the Dark Spirits are qualified to wear it, and it can shroud the user in a fog shrouded in dark energy, a realm that requires great concentration and self-confidence to maintain, and it is very difficult to harm anyone who uses the Shadow Force Field, as the fog absorbs most of the firepower.

In addition to this, the mist can also hide the user, and such a device is from before the Great Fall, which is also one of the pride of the Spirit Race.

This inquisitor is definitely not easy to deal with, not to mention the crazy flesh scientist...

But Alan Baier has no choice, get them, and victory is within reach!

(End of chapter)