The god driver of the Imperial Guard, the Sun Lord drove the Chimera armored car through the streets and alleys at great speed, and the rough lanes were rough, although because of the speed limit of the Imperial Suspension Engine, to be precise, the anti-gravity equipment, this planetary governor has not been able to run.

But the engines of war are not there to pass through the nests of many people and narrow people, but to put war at an advantage, and their responsibility is more than that of vehicles.

The Chimera's reliable engine has burned to the limit, but the bumpy streets of the nest still make it idle frequently, this embarrassing situation of not being able to pull away, and not being able to go far, Alan Baier yells at this damn guy, but also scores the mind control body.

Hitting the streets is not a burden on thick armored vehicles, and the same is true for Superman's Sun Lord, but in the face of a situation where speed equals time and value, he has no margin for error, and it is not easy to just follow at present.

A few corners and a few sharp turns, it is better to get close and fall again, it must be impossible to intercept before the destination, and the Sun Lord needs to go to Starport in advance.

"Damn, speed up..."Alan Bair scolded, twisting the steering wheel, praying that the target wouldn't change positions.

At this moment, a bright light hit the Chimera's body, and the Sun Lord could see the light coming from the hole even through the armored car.

"Come on!" On the suspended transport plane are the support units of the Imperial Guard, which is not a model often used by Skadi, but a flying machine of the local Imperial Guard, a thin and long ladder that falls and swings as the aircraft moves forward.

Alan Bair grabbed the thing and took off like Tarzan of the Apes, shaking, and teasing the men in the transport plane as he aimed. "You can find it!"

On the transport plane, the Foraxian fighters poked their heads out. "It's all the boss you chased to death, and we were able to locate it through the bird divination."

"I didn't expect you to have calculated this, we are still hesitating and doubting, you have already decided the next path!"

"Don't be a sycophant, hurry up and get closer to the enemy, this wind pressure makes me very uncomfortable, how about you come down and taste this cold wind of minus ten degrees?" Alan Bair scolded, and the soldier could only accelerate forward, after all, as a person from a warm area, the sub-zero cold wind was enough to make him frostbitten.

At this moment, the Sun Lord hung on the ladder, his fingers clasped tightly, and put away his weapon, leaning forward, and the amplitude of the ladder's shaking began to increase its strength.

He was going to jump onto that platform, at a height of five meters, and the target was no more than five meters, a rudimentary anti-gravity device, and it was shaking, and maybe the moment he landed on it, the whole device would fall.

"Ready... Falling from a height is an instinctive human fear, and although he has skydiving experience, this matter is a bit too much for Alan Baier.

He's really a madman, it's better to say that he's been doing all kinds of extreme sports since he joined the Imperial Guard, and he's been doing it constantly.

"For the Emperor!" He shouted and jumped to the flying device directly in front of him, once he was for orders and to live, but now he had inherited too much, hatred and fate.

The feeling of free fall in the air was only for a moment, but it became slow under the secretion of dopamine, and the damned nobleman also shifted his body, urging his servants to move away.

In order to make the hero of the Imperial Guard pounce into the air, the fat man even began to whip the servant's body with his cane, and at this moment Alan Baier had to thank the Mechanics, they absolutely cut corners, the sharp turn of this machine was not fast, not much, and he was able to catch the edge.

The thick faux leather gloves held the side of the moving platform, and the whole body of the car was tilting, and the nobleman almost fell!

"Ahh You're this... No polite Imperial Guard! "His voice is high, extremely high, like a classic bad guy emphasis, but more because of his fear and nervousness, being caught by a cultist and asking you if you surrender, in the face of the Empire, there is basically only the relief of death.

And he loses his family honor and the countless riches accumulated in this world, and thanks to this vast empire that constantly sucks blood with eleven taxes, he has blessed his soul with death?

That's right, this maggot has already regarded the territory of the Empire, the place where the emperor and the heroes of the empire have been defeated, as his family's rightful private property, and in this dark universe, it seems that the 11 taxes that guarantee their survival are a very bad thing.

As the fat creature pulled out the Imperial Seiko Explosive Pistol bound in his belt, he sarcastically pointed at the Supreme Commander of the Astral Army, one of the theoretical candidates for the High Lord of the Empire.

"What are you doing, you betrayed the Empire? Do you want to increase your sins now? Alan Bair's fingers clasped the smooth platform, even embedded in it, scratching at the dent, and the nobleman just trembled.

"I have no way back, my family, my future, it's gone, whether it's the empire or the Red Pirates, it's all the way!" He was frantically frenzied, apparently aware of the consequences of the Imperial Guard capturing him, and raised his weapon.

"Now, in the name of Wiener's supreme planetary command, I give you, the death penalty!"

His fat body held the handle of the firearm, and it had to be said that although it looked like a waste, the shooting position was quite remarkable, but he didn't realize that this platform was not solid.

Alan Baier looked at the complex in the distance, and did not care in the slightest about the judgment of this nobleman, there was no one in this universe who could judge him unless the emperor returned and personally recognized him as a heretic.

"What are you looking at?!" The aristocracy asked hysterically.

Alan Bair replied. "I'm waiting for the place in front of me, that platform, look closely, the high-rise platform that comes out of that building may be some nobleman's garden, it's so beautiful, and the greenhouse, all kinds of colors."

The Planetary Governor looked lonely, then jealous, then sighed, he said. "yes, I should have had that day too, and I didn't..." I want to live! ”

Alan Bair just lifted his thigh, aimed at the outside of the platform and cursed. "No, it's over now!" He kicked the high-rise building as it grazed the balcony, and the force of the force caused the entire platform to roll in a circle, and the people on it fell on the balcony like tumbling marbles, and the exotic plants and beautiful trees and flowers planted in it were broken to pieces by the Governor's fat body.

A creature that resembled a cat from the time of Guterra screamed in surprise and ran away.

The servants who tended the garden were so frightened that their tools spilled on the ground, causing the governor to be impaled through the fat with a nail rake, dripping a little blood.

He could barely get up, but his fingers were still holding on to the trigger, and Alan Bair pulled out his firearm and smashed his entire palm with a single shot, blood mixed with fragments of the blaster scattered all over the ground, followed by a scream like a pig.

Alan Bair's marching life has seen many times his arm blown off by a heretic, his thigh slashed off by a heretic, and he is still a silent warrior, compared to this guy is simply...

"Stand up, I can't take you!" He raised his gun at the bastard and shouted at his servant. "You, you spineless citizen, come and hold on to your master."

The servant got up, patted the mud off his body, and replied. "Yes, sir."

Alan Baier said. "I'm not your adult, this world is already a traitor's world, your sins can only be written off by the emperor, and the mistakes and stupid mistakes you have made are heart-wrenching."

"Now, go down, go out."

The servant of the wooden man led his noble master down slowly, and the owner of the building hated the former governor of this world as if he were hiding from the epidemic, and the one who was dressed in clothes higher than the ordinary citizens of the empire, had a personal garden, and was obviously a noble class.

He just let his family hide in the cellar, and he faced the new master of this world with his servants alone.

"Thank you to the God-Emperor, we are saved, this damned Doge's groveling to heretics disgusts me and disgusts me." The Governor shouted like a madman before he finished speaking. "You damned traitor, are you going to step on me? Your family hasn't been liquidated because you're my sister's husband! I'm down, and you're going to be finished! ”

Alan Bair just held down this governor and said. "What, do you want to fall into the ground, or do you think that insulting him can be exchanged for your family's prosperity in the next hundred years?"

"I'm not that good at fooling."

But the nobleman said. "No, my lord, I used to control the agricultural production of this world, but I was persecuted because I didn't want to be in the same league with heretics, and now I am no longer in power, you can look at the records, I have been in office for 20 years, and what is the record of 11 taxes every year here."

"Look at the oppression I have been subjected to for not giving in, if it weren't for the high power in the past, and the heretics did not have time to count all the loyalists, I would have died a long time ago."

"I thank the Emperor from the bottom of my heart for his gift."

Tears fell, sonorous and powerful, whether it was true or not, if he could really increase production capacity during his tenure, it didn't matter if he used him, without the Red Pirates, this group of guys would not dare to make a mistake even if they were real heretics.

Alan Bair, he just said. "The Imperial Guard doesn't mess with you, if what you say is true, just climb back to that position yourself, and don't think that the Imperial Guard will care about your little things, just pay the 11th tax." Then he pressed the governor out of the mansion.

And for that guy, for that nobleman, the words of the imperial officer made him feel a lot more relaxed, and sweat kept flowing out...

He realized that the young-looking officer was not simple, and tremblingly called the servant over. "Prepare gifts, let's go to the Imperial Guard base, bring red wine and food, and meet a noble person today."

"But my lord, our garden—" The servant was a little unsure, and the nobleman just scolded. What is the garden, such a high-ranking officer

If you can win the face and our side, let alone the garden, it doesn't matter if this house is blown up! ”

"Hurry up, get ready, get things ready!"

This was the case with the imperial aristocracy, whether capable or not, powerful or living solely on the honor of their ancestors, good and bad by the vast and inefficient actions of bureaucratic thoughts.

Compared with this little episode, in the base of the Imperial Guard, the doctors of the Imperial Guard have begun to prepare relevant truth-spitting agents, which makes people in a state of confusion and answer all questions.

The members of the Imperial Guard ignored the poor nobleman who was foaming at the mouth, and he didn't care about his smashed palms, and his broken spirit made it easy for him to spit out knowledge.

At the end of the lengthy interrogation, Alan Bair, who was drinking coffee in the break room, spoke to the officer who was dealing with the rest of the world. "Don't waste too much thought, the core is in the casting world."

On the other side, the heavy brown paper made of Gothic was brought in, and Alan Baier couldn't help but be a little unhappy when he looked at the information on it.

First of all, it records the evil physical experiments of the Black Machine Cult on the casting world of Miletilia, although it is very vague, but it is clearly marked that in addition to those well-known zombies, it is more likely to carry more exaggerated genetically modified creatures as weapons of war.

Secondly, as Alan Bair speculated, the small cycle of the Mechinates, the Hive World, and the Agricultural World gave these three worlds the idea of independence from the Empire hundreds of years ago, and with the help of the Genetic Sage and Forge Governor, Mirkor, they even concealed 30% of the 11 tax revenue, and used those materials as strategic storage.

Finally, the Governor's general strategic plan for the Forge World was clearly marked, with the cultists replacing the servants with Mechachan-produced weapons, and the vacant priests could put their abilities into production.

Their planetary defenses were strong enough to resist the invasion of the Imperial Guard, and it seemed that the Partolians would have to land from the wilderness thousands of kilometers away from the Mechanic Citadel, and the fortress's heavy defenses and multiple earth-shaking cannons would be enough to hinder them...

"No, there must be experts, come and deal with them, it will take a while for us to control this world, let..."

"Ensign, adjust the radio, communicate with the Poldero."

The second lieutenant nodded. "Yes, Boss!"

The buzzing radio communications were turned on, in front of the vast Imperial communications equipment, Alan Bair said. "Send out a star whisper asking the Destroyer Eagle to join the war... The goal is to forge the world, Minatiria, and assist the Imperial Guard in their assault operations. ”

After the captain answered, Alan Baier was a little drumming in his heart, he couldn't order those demigods, giants, he could only convey the message, what to do in the end, what they did, it was their own decision.

The feeling of not being able to grasp it made him unaccustomed to it, and probably that's why the Terragao lords were so afraid of the Space Marines, they were so powerful and transcendent that their alienation from mortals was even stronger than that of the Mechon, but at the moment, only they could please...

(End of chapter)