Before humans stepped into the void to explore the confused galaxy, most of humanity's understanding of top-level lethality was still stuck in the general and "primitive" weapon of the nuclear bomb, compared to the splendor of powerful weapons such as volcano cannons or cyclone torpedoes that destroyed the atmosphere.

It is a product of the same era as the Empire's large-scale shell throwers (the Empire's collective term for automatic firearms), and even though the Imperial Guard no longer uses automatic firearms, nuclear bombs are still a regular on the extermination order.

The devastating monster's prototype warhead, modified by the Mechchanists, has been turned into a frenzied time bomb, and the dripping countdown to destruction is eerie when its timing device is activated with the Imperial Guard's standard electromagnetic emblem.

"Emperor Saint, Boss, we actually succeeded...", the second lieutenant sitting on the knight tower watched as the heavy industrial truck strained its mechanical arm to clumsily lift the terrible killing explosives to a place where it could use its force.

There's a ridiculously big hat on top of the recycle bin's tower at the moment, but it's going to destroy the entire city.

Today, this prosperous place, once inhabited by tens of millions of imperial citizens, has become a dark and dilapidated ruin, and if it were not for the bright light of the Lumentower, where it was stationed, it would have been as dark as death.

Crazy to say, Alan Baier has begun to miss the mud and wetness of the surface during this time, and life in artificial gravity and adamantite is not romantic, or even inhuman.

Now the only place here that still has a human touch is gone, and it is still going to be destroyed by the Imperial Guard itself.

Alan Baier looked at the brown paper copied out in his hand, which marked the structure and weaknesses of the main warships of the Titanium Clan, although the record of the Titanium fishing boats in the Void War has not been good, but for hundreds of years, they have been crazy to learn and experience in the Empire, Spirit Race, and Orc Wars, and now the battle loss ratio of the new generation of fishing ships has gradually reached a very normal situation.

The information on this is also very important to the Empire, based on this, Titanium will also turn against the Spirit Clan, so the entire battle situation will be reversed, although the Red Pirate traitor's troops still occupy four-tenths of the thousand-ship team, but if Titanium is willing to join the Empire's team, the battle battle gap can be pulled to the enemy 6 I 4.

Intelligence is the emperor's best gift to them, and as if it was destined in the dark, the scales of victory are approaching the Imperial Guard.

"Lieutenant Colonel, get on the bus!" Sergeant Katachan shouted, and Alan Bair crawled out of his thoughts, he stepped onto the new Salamander Tank, stood on the observation hole on the roof of the car, and looked at the dark city, and those dark spirits were probably already evacuated, and even if they came, they would not have the heavy firepower to break through the guards of the Knight Titans and the firepower of the only regiment in the entire Skadi.

He can be sure that the aliens won't kill themselves, and in his car, the tavernkeeper performs his tricks in the cramped space, concocting oil-flavored snake wine from the roughest ingredients and tank coolant, or crafting popsicles with the strong cooling equipment of the Knight Titan Core.

It's cold here, but popsicles can still make people feel good, mainly because the sweetness and the dried fruit seasoning issued by the Imperial Guard Military Department make it feel more like being alive as a human than eating them directly.

So much so that the soldiers were complimenting the tavernkeeper and calling him the worst refugee they had ever seen, while the female intelligence officer chose to dress herself up as a vulnerable person and call the tavernkeeper father and daughter.

God knows how many times they did this, at least their cooperation was not abrupt, at least Alan Baier knew that in this dark universe where the entertainment industry was not as developed as in the previous life, there was no so-called old drama bones, and people were more easily deceived.

Alan Baier took a sip of coffee, they had already left the recycling bin many times, and were about to reach the edge of the city, a place with tens of millions of people that was far beyond the scope of a large city, and the degree of urbanization was indescribable.

"Almost...", he looked up, and said that such a picture is needed, can it be observed with the naked eye?

But whether he can be counted as a human is another matter, at least he is not as powerful as a Space Marine, and the distance should be in a safe area.

Thoughts were chaotic, but smoke rose in the distance, and the glow and heat of the mushroom cloud cracked through the dark city at this moment, as if the place had become pitch black to show off the dazzling and deadly fireworks at this moment, and the expression of that color and heat was worthy of its dedication.

The large mushroom cloud that spread out here with the deaths of tens of millions of people almost broke through the dome of adamantite, but that powerful energy was quickly dispersed by the top engineering products of the empire, and in many cases the adamantite was not strong, but its energy absorption capacity was strong.

But the power of the nuclear bomb is not the impact force, and it will probably be uninhabitable for a long time.

"It's over." The Chief of Staff sighed, and it was hard to imagine that this was the result of their handiwork, taking the lives and shelters of the citizens of the Empire.

Alan Bair just replied. "It is necessary, it is the right way."

"That's what those people said when they signed the extermination order." The staff officer looked sideways at the recruits he had brought out, at this moment he was already a bit like those high-flying guys, he didn't know if this was good or bad, after all, at the end of this dark fourth millennium, ruthlessness could be a good quality.

The team arrived at the checkpoint, and the Imperial Guard compatriots kindly and completely checked the situation of the only Skadi regiment, because of the changing ability of the dark spirits, all members of the Imperial Guard were required to recite the entire battlefield prayer separately to pass through the pass, and if nothing else, the number of Skadi who could pass through was less than 3,000.

Obviously, it is impossible for more than 7,000 Spirit Clan to hide, so it can only be the only "Katachan" in Skadi who has a regiment of 10 points, and the fact that the Katakchans are called "Mini Ogli" by the Ministry of Military Affairs is not only because they have a bad relationship with the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Thus, the question of passing through the pass became Alan Baier asking the Skadi veterans about their former honors, and those things must be unknown to the Red Pirates, and even few people in the current new military department are clear.

Inside the small, completely enclosed house, Alan Baier asked tirelessly. "What we're eating on the planet of Foraxia?"

The non-commissioned officer replied. "Toothfish, you grilled it, it tastes good!"

"Next time, be quieter, my ears are not broken, don't let the alien hear it!" Then Alan Bair leaned out of the soundproof room and shouted.

"Next!"

Due to the strong concealment of the spirit clan and the development of their facial features, this completely enclosed room contained only Alan Bair and a few Katachan long blades that were ready to be attacked.

The next one to come in was a capable female soldier, who naturally saluted.

"Corporal Lilith, report to you, Lieutenant Colonel."

Alan Bair waved his hand. "Sit down, then."

"Answer me, what is the name of the Space Marine warband that once supported us?"

The lady's face suddenly turned bad. "That's... We're not going to ask about the war prayer or..."

Alan Baier just asked. "Tell me, four-word, four-word warband of loyalists, warband of demigods."

She was a little distracted, Alan Baier waved his hand, and Katachan immediately swung his knife forward, no matter how pitiful she looked now, but there was no way, sometimes such a primitive question could represent a lot of situations, and the arrogant aliens who entered the human army in a short period of time would definitely not be able to get along with the humans, and then ask a barbaric human military organization about the history of the military organization.

And when she disarmed her phantom device, Alan Baier had to admit that the appearance of those aliens was indeed okay, they were all beauties, but Katachan still did not relent, and soon, those thick arms held down the poisonous woman, and the aliens kept cursing the heroes of the Imperial Guard.

And she was quickly suppressed, and the questioning continued, and the rest of the day became easy, and it took an afternoon to get out of the barrier, and Skady pulled out about six Elven spies, and the damned conspirators were as pervasive as maggots under flies.

When the burden was lifted, but the war in the void did not stop, and with the information, Alan Baier knocked on the beautiful wooden door of General Macato's office.

Knock knock.

"Who is it?" Makato's voice rang out.

"Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, report back to you."

"Please come in."

The sound of the wooden door and the peculiar industrial smell of the large amount of kraft paper in the office made people frown, and the stench of the big man who had lived here for a long time, canned food, starch blocks, messily piled up in the kraft paper.

"My lord, how long has it been since you left the house?" Alan Baier asked, a little worried.

Macato rubbed his stumbling beard. "It's been a long time, look at those cans, I think, about four days..."

Alan Baier sighed. "Because of titanium?"

Makato nodded. "Those noseless ones are harder to deal with than I thought."

"With the titanium truce, after a while, reinforcements from other star sectors will also arrive, and I have obtained key information." Alan Baier emphasized.

Makato asked. "I appreciate your efforts, but why did Titanium cease war with us, and what did you get?"

"The deployment of the warships of the Dark Spirit Clan, they have hidden about 60 destroyers and 5 battleships in the void, plus the strength they have shown now, there are more than 100 warships with good combat effectiveness." Alan Baier took out what he had copied on vellum, and Macato looked embarrassed after reading it.

"God Emperor, it's terrible, we have to face an alliance of 700 terrifying aliens and heretics!"

"No, no, I am confident that the Titanium Clan will form an alliance with us, Titan's current strength plus our warships, four hundred warships, plus the Iron Gate, the enemy's military strength will be so equal, not to mention that we will get support from other star sectors in three days!" Alan Baier said his hole cards, and Macato lowered his head and thought for a long time.

"Let's go aboard the Cologne, I'll send a message to the enemy with the Imperial Guard flagship, don't let me down, Lieutenant Colonel." Macato agreed to the plan with little hesitation.

Alan Bair nodded...

And in the void, the morale of the Titanium Clan is also high because the attack is gradually smoothing, and their clan consortium is planning a new attack, four high-ranking officials and four heads, but they have become one heart for the sake of the superior good path.

Driven by the vast void and macro-values, the unity they and their kindred have shown to make the Human Empire's most criticized High Lord-style rule incredibly intelligent.

They can easily mobilize their fleets, infantry, and scientific research, as naturally as a little giant.

"We're almost victorious."

"Humanity can't hold on."

The virtual images agreed with each other, but one of them, a diplomat like the Shui clan, said. "The reason I'm calling you together isn't because of victory, it's because the Imperial Guard needs to negotiate with us."

Another warrior-looking senior shouted. "If there is no good negotiation, we will win, take the reward, and repay the good way!"

"Their defeat is certain, it's just a matter of delaying time!"

The most powerful Water Clan, at least according to the situation of the Titanium Clan, he should be the Water Clan, but the situation of this battleship fleet is complicated, it can only be said that he is doing diplomatic work, that's all.

However, compared to his work, that brown paper photo made those high-level Titanians silent, and the high-level Tu clan just asked. "Why does the Empire have this thing, their previous attacks didn't target our core weaknesses at all, and now they tell me that they knew about the ambassadorial-level high-secrecy structure early!?"

The senior official of the Shui clan scolded. "There are traitors, those Elves are going to eat us up, and the Imperial Guard has cracked the intelligence from the Elven invasion force!"

"If we don't reconcile with the Imperial Guard, then we'll be killed by the Eldars! Forgot what they did to our aether? ”

The high-ranking officials of the Fire Clan continued to deny it. "We can take care of the Imperial Guard and the Eldars, and if we win twice, in addition to the reward, there will be a chance of disgrace!"

Shui's senior management said. "I admit that we have many grudges, but the originator of this reconciliation is not an ordinary Imperial Guard officer, but the commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, who once saved the good in a world called Phlaxia."

Other high-level color convulsions. "That, that disgusting genestealer incident?"

They've seen pictures of mutated, disgusting Titan compatriots and killing each other, and the intel of the accustomed Aether Gene Stealer, who would undoubtedly be thriving everywhere without Alan Bair's help.

"If it's him—" The Fire Clan's senior touched his helmet, and he thought for a moment.

"I agree to an alliance."

The higher-ups of the other clans did not answer in confusion either. "I agree!"

"I agree!"

Water, fire, earth, and air, for the first time, were completely reconciled without the ether, and under external pressure and the admonition of the heroes of the good path of the gods, the clan concept of mutual reciprocity and mutual restraint did not take effect again, maybe the ether was wrong, and titanium should be like this in order to exert its true power, but in any case, they currently have only one goal.

Revenge on the Elves!

Ark Spirit (White Bean Sprouts): Huh?! What's my cousin messing with again?

(End of chapter)