This casting world is not completely silent, there is a desert life biome on the ground, and a large amount of materials are pulled into the thin atmosphere of this world, and then they are continuously consumed, so that the various elements and water molecules that are actually produced have given birth to life in this almost dead place for thousands of years.

However, the creatures here are not indigenous, but subspecies that have been born out of constant commerce and trade, and have adapted to the environment of this world alone.

A gerbil that the second lieutenant had observed ran through the stalled camp of the Imperial Guard, through the trenches, over the explosive shells lying on the ground, slicing over the helmet of a deceased man like a slide, and finally being pierced through the body by bayonets falling from the sky and roasting on the fire.

At the gate of the main lair, the Imperial Guard did not enter as expected, and the elite of Partoria, dressed in ornate red and white uniforms and exaggerated high hats, stood vigilantly like straight swords.

In contrast, the other Imperial Guards who assisted Partoria, such as the boys of the 17th Infantry Regiment of Valea, who joined at the call of the Sun Lord, did not have such backbone.

"*Yes, the emperor is above, why haven't you gone in yet? Didn't the angels open the door? A non-commissioned officer wiped his gray face, pulled out the teeth of the gerbil that had been thoroughly roasted to almost charred brown, and then tore at the poor corpse.

The campfire was made of dry dead wood, and the recruits numbly added firewood and sighed. "Sir, the local residents refused to cooperate, and the last group of garrison regiments were attacked at night after entering, and the next morning, the tents in the camp were covered with excrement."

"A bunch of Diao people, we redeemed them on behalf of the Empire, but now they are blocked outside eating dead rats?" The Master Chief cursed and glanced at the "lobster soldiers" in the well-trained Partoria Legion.

"This group of guys too, is it really human? High intensity and vigilance every day, strong combat effectiveness, and death in a fight..."

Compared with the elite like Skadi, the Partoria Legion, which is considered to be a formidable Partoria, and the infantry regiment born in Valea, which is born in an ordinary nest, is almost a world different in combat quality and combat effectiveness, which makes the Master Chief feel lonely.

He thought that he had gone from PDF (Planetary Defense Agency) to the Imperial Guard at the pinnacle of his life, and his combat effectiveness was affirmed, and he had surpassed 90% of the living people in the Empire, but the real battlefield was more elite.

The recruit just smirked stupidly. "Didn't we see Brother Astarte, when the war is over, we will go back and brag in the regiment and have capital."

Master Chief just sighed. "The optimism of the recruits, those giants are coming, do you think we can go back..."

"Listen, when you see the angels, either the enemies are all destroyed, or we are all destroyed, but those supermen can walk back, and even they can't go back!"

The recruits chattered. "Didn't you say that the angel would win when he came!!"

"Fart, the enemy is not strong, they don't come, you look at how many brothers died in the battle in the position some time ago, but the Sun Lord is really powerful, there are demigods accompanying him, and he will definitely win if he wins, I can only say that I hope I can see the stars of that day."

That's right, the veteran's exclamation is true, although the forces of chaos are hopeless, most people can't deny the prosperity brought about by the alliance of the three planets under the Chaos faith and the abundance of materials generated by the decompression of the 11 tax.

As its leader, Milethias enjoyed more resources, and as a result, this vast war factory was unusually well supplied and abundant.

And the people here know very well that all this was brought about by the genetic sage and governor of Mirkor, since he is a tyrant of this terrible world, and a sage who is considerate of the people, this is not contradictory, his tyranny is in his attitude towards his colleagues and towards the empire.

On the contrary, he is an extremely rational, idealistic, intelligent madman, who can distinguish what is the most precious thing in this world, the human heart and the productive forces, and he honestly grasps it in his hands at the moment.

The production, stationing, and strategic deployment of the Imperial Guard are constrained everywhere by the delay of the residents, and for the Chaos traitors, if the Imperial Guard shoots and kills civilians, it means that they have completely abandoned their position to redeem themselves.

The war is not yet a foregone conclusion, and the loss of the little public opinion left in the empire? It's not that it can't be, it's just that it's not time to settle yet.

Diao people can kill all of them with a box of explosive bombs, but in the nest capital of hundreds of millions of people, the will of the residents and the weapons and equipment provided by the traitors, if the Imperial Guard oppresses them and actively betrays, the war will be completely passive.

The war was mired and immobile when Astarte knocked on the door of the factory that had mined the nest with an iron fist, and the colonel of the Partolian Regiment rubbed his temples at the command point and communicated with the demigod master chief.

"The soldiers are already dissatisfied, the inhabitants are so rebellious against the Imperial Guard, we have opened the physical gates, but there is no way to break through the walls in our hearts."

The chaotic pipelines and cramped spaces in the cluttered command point made the non-commissioned officers of the Destruction Eagle Warband have to keep their heads down because they were buried in the ground, and the height of two and a half meters and the heavy power armor, the intricate runes on the armor recorded his great achievements, and his battle-hardened consciousness was not only sensitive to war.

He said. "The people of this world don't know about the bad things about casting the governor, they use human corpses to conduct heretical experiments, loot merchant ships to obtain supplies, and the most terrifying thing is that there are many people in the nest capital who often disappear."

"There are no seamless walls in this world, but we have to stir up the cracks in it." The Master Chief assessed the current situation and calmly analyzed the situation.

"What is the literacy rate in this world?" He asked.

The Colonel wanted to take a puff on his cigar, but asked again because of his admiration for the giant. "Is that okay?"

The non-commissioned officer of the Destruction Eagle nodded, and the colonel nodded politely and asked if he needed one.

After confirming the other side's thoughts, he slowly exhaled the smoke ring and said. "The literacy rate is very high, is it for cultural propaganda? Publicize what the local foundry governor is secretly doing? ”

"That's right, step up the propaganda, since the governor of this world has given so many favors to those civilians, then let him reap the consequences."

Master Chief replied and continued. "And I will go to investigate the experimental area of the main nest and obtain a decisive proof to encourage humanity, and when the time comes, the passive ones will not be us."

"Great idea, but the mission is difficult, and this is the first time I've fought alongside Brother Astarte, what an honor, do you need my soldiers to follow you?" The colonel asked sincerely, you know, to be able to fight with this group of imperial supermen, but the gift of the emperor's blessing, even if you die nine times in your life, some people will rush to it.

Master Chief just put on his red helmet, and the grids of the armor emitted a somewhat rough electronic sound.

"Living to die is a heavy responsibility that is difficult for mortals to bear, but it is the right way for us, no need to accompany you, may the emperor bless you, mortal."

Click, heavy armor stepped out of the bunker and looked at the demigods in the distance, the Colonel sucked out the last puff of smoke and picked up his communicator.

"Storm troopers, go follow those supermen, don't be exposed, if they can't come back, you can also go to see the emperor, and I know that you are the weak ones in this mission, but if you can return with an Astarte, I will bury you according to the specifications of the heroes of the empire."

"For the Emperor."

The communicator answered Zizi's voice, but it was determined. "For the Emperor."

This is the battlefield, no matter how quiet the situation is, it is still war, the colonel hung up the communicator, and an elite stormtrooper in full carapace armor also sneaked out of the ranks, approaching the complex main nest, using his specially made individual hidden armor and elite training to barely follow the steps of those supermen.

Soon, the Empire's transport planes flew over the residential areas, and the traitors who controlled the core area fired at them with close defense guns, but several transport planes did not enter the core of the city, but only wandered around the residential area full of buildings and high-rise buildings.

The citizens of the Empire were very nervous, fleeing in all directions, looking for bomb shelters, some frantically spreading their arms and scolding the Imperial Guard for their injustice as if the trial was over, some looting and emptying unoccupied shops, some weeping, some being trampled to death by the pace of riots.

In this huge city where hundreds of millions of people live, the complex human nature reveals all kinds of life in the low roar of the bulldog transport plane.

Crazy or indifferent, greedy or benevolent, but someone soon discovers that it is not a virus bomb or a torpedo that has landed, but a pamphlet that records the dark side of the nest.

Organ reselling, human body modification, human trafficking, stimulants, hallucinogens, in this glamorous and beautiful city, in this imperial peak of human civilization, what is written on it is unsightly.

"Is this what the Governor did? Was this what Governor Mirko did??! "Some shouted, some were angry, and soon the bailiffs of the Ministry of Justice, armed with electric batons, dressed in law enforcement armor and armed with fighter servants representing the will of the Governor, shot civilians with massive high-pressure water cannons and non-lethal projectiles.

Confusion, screaming, only a few people calmly put away the pamphlets issued by the Imperial Guard, hid in boxes and garbage bags in the shadows, and waited for the limelight to pass, and then studied it carefully.

The chaos gave the Doom Falcon a chance to infiltrate the core, and the Master Chief looked at the towering spire and thought the Imperial Needle was a spectacular creation.

It overlooks the main nest and is the largest and oldest building in Minatilia, a 3,000-metre-high tower built 4,000 years ago to commemorate the emperor, but it is more about the engineering skills of the local people.

It is taller than the jagged towers of the Ministry of Justice, and even the twin towers of the Anglican Palace are much less impressive.

When it's clear and cloudless, the whole city becomes a giant sundial, and the tower is the pointer that the city's inhabitants can accurately deduce from which street is in shadow.

At the moment, their goal is to infiltrate it, and through the information provided by the Sun Lord, most of the technology labs have been buried under the tower by the genetic sage Mirkor, and they need to enter like a nightmare to ensure that this thing goes smoothly.

Huge amounts of soot from industrial production now drift down from the lead-gray sky like volcanic ash, staining the Gothic roofs and towers of this ancient gray city white.

Snow was accumulating on the ornate exteriors of the houses, on the wrought-iron drains, on the brass eaves, on the skeleton-like ladders, and on the lancet windows.

Relying on the cover of the complex streets, the special squad of the Destroying Eagles, a total of four people, directly subordinate to the non-commissioned officers of the 4th Company, advanced in an orderly manner.

It's hard to imagine that such massive armor and heavy bodies can be so silent, but the anti-gravity and anti-shock equipment installed by the Mechanics and the improved electronic fiber bundles provide a fit that allows the Space Marines to move forward silently.

They are both falcons and nightmares at the moment, but they still need small means to get into the interior of the Imperial Tower, and the heroes are born in an almost savage, wild place, called Ghost Peak, their hometown.

There weren't so many metal cities there, and there weren't necessarily that many people, but hundreds of years of war experience had made them come to the city more than once.

The Master Chief used his powerful arm to bend the sewers in the lower levels of the city, a city of this size that required a rather terrible sewerage system or ventilation system, and the pipes on the largest, infamous Nekmonroda he had ever seen were even bigger than the monster in front of him, which was almost five meters thick.

The moist air and the moss that grew on the walls of the pipes made it almost otherworldly, and when the Master Chief stepped down with his soldiers and turned on his night vision, a high-contrast black and white image appeared, and the inside of the pipes had been unattended for thousands of years.

They had only walked a few hundred meters, and the barbaric plants that had spawned wantonly swung blades to attack the demigods, yes, they couldn't see the colors clearly because of their night vision, but according to experience, they should be green, and this is a predatory plant that should have been buried to clean up the beasts inside the pipes, although I don't know where the place of origin is, but it is definitely not the original creature of this world.

In order not to alarm others, the non-commissioned officer hurried forward, and the demigod first held down the entire giant plant bush with a wave of his fist, then pinned the roots with a monomolecular saber, and then uprooted it like a gardener.

Touch, the entire mortal-sized carnivorous plant, about one meter seven in height, was instantly pulled out, and then fell to the top of the pipe, spilling out dark green liquid.

And this monster-like green plant is still wriggling on the ground at the moment, trying to re-root and get nourishment, and the master chief raises his foot at this moment, and the weight like a small vehicle instantly tramples on this disgusting thing, and even the inside of the pipe is dented into it.

Then the Master Chief took a look at his armor, and there were obvious scratches on his fist, the leaves of this creature were comparable to single-molecule blades, but fortunately, there was not much strength...

"Go ahead, west, the next pipeline to the right, find the enemy according to the plan." He gave the order unhurriedly, and when those supermen left, the human elite and mortal peaks appeared behind, and the storm soldiers looked at the mud on the ground with palpitations...

And ask yourself, how many people will die when they encounter this thing?

(End of chapter)