Finding cover is a magical statement, at least within the Imperial Guard, as long as this sentence appears, people will frantically hide from what is around them, but only the most experienced and experienced soldiers will survive.

A bunker is not something that obstructs the view of the body, but a real treasure that can help you survive, and in the last few decades of the fortieth millennium of this pitch-black universe, this phrase has appeared more and more frequently on Imperial soldiers.

The cultists' shots could penetrate the not-so-heavy Chimera, as did the Imperial Guard's burst beams, and in just a few moments of intense firefights, the well-trained warriors stood on a high ground, and the Letherins fired one shot at a time, methodically using energy magazines, Katachan, Skadi, and the ensemble of various weapons coordinated was reassuring.

Perhaps people living in war can only sleep listening to such sounds, but of course, the main singer of such a song is still the screams and wails of traitors.

The deflagration beam at this distance is still lethal, and the core selling point of the beam weapon is that it is far more stable than ordinary weapons, whether it is the firearm itself or the projectile that shoots out.

They exchanged fire at such a distance better than the flintlock guns, and were aided by the roaring cannons of Riemanus, and the small number of legions stationed here was torn apart almost instantly, but after the war, the gates of the nest were destroyed, and the city was bombarded by the Imperial engines because it was used as a hideout for heretics.

The citizens of the Empire wept in the ruins, children, adults, the losses inflicted by the Imperial Guard were no different from those inflicted by traitors, there was no essential difference.

The forces of the Empire are not for their existence, but for the survival of mankind, and the essential problems have led to the current tragedy, not to mention that from the extreme character of the Empire, those people are already heretics who grovel to the cultists.

If there is really sin in this world, it is probably because they are too weak to protect their lives, although Alan Bair will never like social Darwin, but this dark universe will always be the survival of the strong.

It can even be said that if this is the Valhalla Fort World, if it is the Katachan Death World, or even any other famous place, their fate will not be like this.

The evil of the empire was also born because of this, tens of millions of Chinese New Year, tens of billions of mortals, and the personal gains and losses and tragedies were almost forgotten.

"Forward, keep going, occupy the Planetary Governor's Mansion, the armored vehicles continue to move, Leemanus and Poison Blade move forward along the streets, do not hesitate." Alan Bair shouted as if he wanted to forget the mercy, and the Empire's engine of war stepped over the ruins and corpses and continued on, just as they had done countless times.

The cold still exists, and the temperature inside the nest capital is also minus 10 degrees, but compared to the previous madness, it is already considered warm, the flickering promethium lamps and the terrified inhabitants, the fine iron of the empire shoots at the residential areas with guns in order to prevent sneak attacks.

What is right and what is wrong, the victory in the war is right, the blood moistens the streets, and those civilians, who could have become PDF people in the Empire, can take up arms and kill people anytime and anywhere now.

This is why Astarte has a bad attitude towards civilians, to be precise, all the imperial forces have contempt for civilian life, they are protecting human existence, not individuals.

In this tragic age of the dark universe, Space Marines have to be careful to restrain the madmen of the hot bombs, let alone the Imperial Guard.

They weren't the Astartes of the Salamander Warband, they didn't have a primordial father or an iron will, strong discernment, and a body or armor strong enough to resist shots.

"Continue to suppress fire, forward, alternately, remain vigilant."

The Imperial Guard is a neat war machine, moving forward with death and killing, they are not good people, there are quite a lot of scum and mortals among them, the level is uneven, although the only regiment of Skadi and the 597th regiment of Valhalla are real professional soldiers, but they also have no obligation and ability to protect civilians in strange aliens.

Upon reaching their destination, the Imperial Guard detected the presence of the enemy with their orniths, and the city was almost a path ploughed out of flames and gunpowder to the cultists' most heavily protected place, and Alan Baier looked through his binoculars at the castle, a manor-like beautiful place in the warmest part of the nest.

The Planetary Governor certainly doesn't live here, but he needs to work, and the fact that it's heavily wrapped in cultists confirms that the Imperial Guard isn't in the wrong place.

This hive city is far from like that, it is as grand and intricate as Nekmonluoda, it even has only one floor, at most one foundation, which is not a level compared to those cities that stretch on and on at every turn, the size of a continent.

But this is the political capital in the strict sense of the word, where the elite of the empire once gathered, and now, the surviving imperial officials and planetary nobles must be traitors, there is no doubt about it.

"Strict Imperial Guard-style trenches, forts, watchtowers, sandbags and staffing, someone has surrendered, there is no doubt that at least two bases, three times the number of people, close to ten thousand." According to platoon and company, experienced Imperial Guards can quickly analyze the size and scope of their former compatriots.

In the unbuildable areas that have been deliberately given up near the black Doge's mansion, there are standard Imperial Guard trenches, individual weapons provided by the Mechanics, a small number of servants and priests, and even a few moored Riemanus.

"It's a copy of the Imperial Guard." The Lighterin Kid said.

"It's the Imperial Guard, those traitors." Sergeant Katachan replied.

Alan Baier said. "Interesting, the enemies here are not even fully equipped with those mechanical teaching equipment, obviously they seem to be more trained, in other words, the foundation of this group of people is not pure, and the black mechanical sect does not approve of them."

"And the disheveled cultists who blocked the door for us have a large number of mechanical cult weapons."

The chief of staff realized that there was something strange about this. "That means that the Foundry World is interfering with the exterior of other planets with the distribution of weapons, and there is even a..."

Alan Bair replied. "There is a feeling that these three worlds may have such a triangular relationship in the first place, and they are the only three imperial worlds in this star field within thousands of light years."

"The corruption started with the Forge World, in other words, the traitors have been around for a long time, and these three worlds are probably greatly credited when the Red Pirates invaded."

"The Mecha Cult is inherently prone to heresy, and after the Forge World received a call to action, the armed forces united the three main worlds of this star field and blocked the loyalists who were able to retreat from the Pangia sub-sector."

Katachan held his carbine. "Heresy..."

The Leterin Kid couldn't help but show a sad expression, to be honest, this matter was a bit too appalling, but judging from the abnormal situation in this world, the enemies of the empire had been planning for a long time.

Alan Baier just said. "We're in the wrong place, we knew that we should attack the Forge World with all our might, and it wouldn't be a problem to take down other regions."

"What then?" Kid Leterin asked.

"If you are wrong, go to war, go to war against the enemies of the Empire, and if you pacify this world, you will forge the world to support the Partolian Guards!" Alan Baier said without hesitation.

"Aim for that heretical commander, Lettling Kid." He pointed out that the officer who was smoking outside the bunker because of the pressure was a rare opportunity, a chance to confuse the opposing defenses.

"Okay, boss." Even though it was a great distance and there were many obstacles, the officer was sure that no one could hit him without triggering the alarm.

The name of the Letherin is indeed popular in the Empire, but the concept of them is that stealing and cooking are greater than sniping, but these three abilities, sniping is the core of this group of subhumans to be accepted by the Empire.

"Manticore array, aim at the area of Riemanus and the bunker, assign the position, the number of shots, the ammunition situation, and strive for a precision strike to destroy the enemy's living forces in two rounds." The Sun Lord wields his rights like a commander of an Imperial armored regiment.

After those Imperial missile vehicles were accurately aimed at the position, the Imperial Guard was given a fairly high priority.

"The 597th Regiment of Valhalla, the 1st and only Regiment of Skadi, is ready to charge and win, under covering fire, to kill the enemy."

Long-distance support was all arranged, and the Imperial Guard was ready to go.

Things are getting easier at the moment, what a strict positional battle, for the elite of the Imperial Guard, this is simply a hatchet.

"Fire!"

The deflagration beam smashed the officer's head, blood, death, despair, chaos, mostly chaos, the command point was chaotic, the colonel level was basically the highest level on the planet, not to mention that they couldn't face a large-scale invasion every day.

The level of the expeditionary force and the garrison legion is very different, equipment, consciousness, although they can certainly torture and kill troops like PDF, but in the eyes of the elite of the Imperial Guard.

In an instant, their order was disrupted, death, confusion, the flames of missiles fell, the emperor's wrath smashed the Lemanus bodies and bunkers of those traitors, and then the Skadians, the Valhallas, and countless others moved forward.

"Hurry up, for the Empire!" The shouts of the staff officers accompanied the roar of explosive bombs, and several Chimera, Riemanus, charged forward.

But in the midst of the chaos, there were still people taking up arms, especially the damned traitors of the heavy equipment squads, and the anti-armor missiles were enough to penetrate the armor of the Lemanus, and the Chimera armored vehicles were even more urgent.

"The enemy is using heavy anti-armor equipment!" The chief of staff shouted, and Alan Bair picked up his weapon, and with a bang, the loader and shooter fell instantly.

"Keep moving!" Projectiles and fragments were constantly sputtered, and thanks to the resistance and cover of Riemanus, the advanced infantry and tank coordination tactics allowed the Skadians to advance without any doubt as the infantry cleared the heavy armor and the vehicles covered the infantry.

When the Emperor's Poison Blade crashed into the enemy's defenses, the screams and the enemy's rout were irreparable.

"Die!" The power weapon is-for-tat, the Sun Lord, Alan Baier instantly cut through the traitor's body, after all, compared to the true essence, the mortal body is not worth mentioning, and for him, this matter is even more familiar.

But he didn't notice that a heretic Lemanus, who was still breathing from the fire, poked its head out, and the huge muzzle of the cannon seemed to be still firing, but there was only a problem with the tracks.

Its pitch-black muzzle was aimed at the commander of the Imperial Guard, and unless the emperor was reincarnated, it was impossible for ordinary people to eat this attack.

"Get out of the way!" At this moment, the non-commissioned officer shouted, and he lifted the hot melt, an ancient technology researched to cut through the armor, and at this moment it spewed hot energy.

It was a powerful, fiery lady who instantly burned the buzzing Imperial Engine turret, and the traitors inside became roast.

"Thank you, Sergeant." Alan Baier said with palpitations, after all, it is not a good feeling to be favored by the main gun of a tank.

The non-commissioned officer nodded, and the Imperial Guard completely occupied the outer side of the trench, constantly advancing inward with armored vehicle force, unstoppable.

And you can't count on the willpower or morale of those people, who soon burst and run out, and are then eliminated one by one by the Skadi soldiers.

People who have no will, who don't know why they are fighting, are not reliable, and fate doesn't seem to favor such a wall.

The whole war took only a few minutes, extremely fast, almost unstoppable, and the emperor's anger was no more than that, and when the Imperial Guard stepped into the command point, the high-ranking traitors inside had already killed themselves with their own explosive pistols, and their whole heads were blown to pieces.

"Cheap them!" The Lettling Kid scolded.

"Go and arrest the governor, he is also the core of the traitor, we can use him to pull out the information!" Alan Bair realized, but now that the Governor had fled forward with his floating cart, he needed Starport, the world was still his, and his last right was to order the numb civilians to die for him.

That pot-bellied, stupid Imperial nobleman, maybe his ancestors were smart people, they did their best for the Empire, maybe they were heroes of the Imperial Guard, and now he is just maggots.

That fat, fat, messy clothes and disgusting equipment, this giant maggot wriggled and wanted the efforts of the Imperial Guard to be wiped out.

"Can't let him run!" Alan Bair said so, but he wasn't sure, he couldn't shoot, his intelligence was more valuable than his life.

"Go to Starport, faster than him, block the streets, speed up!" Alan Baier sits on the Chimera armored car, the fastest engine of the Imperial Guard, but it's still hard to say that he can catch up with a flying vehicle in the intricate nests.

But he still stepped on the gas pedal and had to do his best, otherwise all his efforts would be ineffective.

Even if he could take it down with a single shot, the Empire needed to know what was going on, and the race to the death began...

(End of chapter)