The winds are turning, and the streets and alleys are being beaten and the Imperial Guard is invading the courtyard of the once forged Doge in Riemanus, the heart of this world.

Interestingly, the anger of the Hive residents is not crazy, although they are angry, they are more afraid, and unexpectedly, they have mixed feelings about the Casting Governor, but on the contrary, the major Hive forces and families are flocking to it.

The casting of the Governor is a tyrant for them, cutting off interests, oppression, violence, and finding a handle in the Imperial Guard so far, the wall is falling and everyone is pushing.

The monsoon of fate is so capricious, in less than two days, maybe a little more than a day, that is to say, the standard 37-40 Terra, here becomes a sea turn.

At this moment, in the Anglican church, the high-ranking officers of the Imperial Guard and four Astarte monks stood in front of the coffin wearing their own war equipment, but there was nothing in the dense coffin, only more than a dozen dog tags, and a few sets of clothes that looked ordinary or even rough.

The skulls of the churches shine in the light, and priests in huge religious hats chant fanatically to the brave heroes. "The emperor is above, they have no father and no mother, but we know that their fathers are heroes, nurtured by the empire, not afraid of sacrifice, they are warriors, heroes, sacrifices, monks, martyrs!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory! For the emperor! ”

"Because of the emperor's gift, the toilers can lift up their waists to rest, the tired can be at peace, and the wars can rest forever, and the emperor is praised."

He closed the heavy canon, on which the skull symbol of honor was rubbed from a human head, and was affixed to the coffin, which fit the bones on the front of it, as a sign of his loyalty and absolute obedience.

The Imperial Guard are not gods, and they are unable to repair the corpses destroyed by the heat explosions, so much so that they can only replace the Stormtroopers' heroes with their belongings, and they have no relatives or parents, so they can only pick up a set from their meager change of clothes.

The Colonel did not believe that souls needed such rituals in order to be valued by the Emperor, but he had to admit that this was the best reward for this group of heroes, and that even if they were given honor or wealth, it might be of no use to the loyal heirs of the Stormtroopers.

They have nothing but are stronger than anyone else, God Emperor bless, how many such great people can there be in the empire? Looking at the appearance of the saliva flying out of the Anglican priest, he felt in his heart that something was wrong there, in this universe, he believed in the emperor, but the heavy religious ceremonies and exchanges made his body even heavier due to the fatigue of the war.

The warm glow of the stars shone in the stained glass of the church, and the heroes of the tomb were slowly carried to the cemetery, and it was an incomparable honor to be buried in the Imperial Church, and those who saved the Star Marines were also sent into the soil as Astarte witnessed.

"Dust to dust, the emperor is above, and the dead sleep forever!"

After the last bytes of the long scroll popped out, the officers of the Imperial Guard had to go into a new war without even any more mourning, the walls were toppled and everyone was pushing, but the most important thing needed the most powerful force to break it.

The Governor's Mansion of the Mechon, which spreads throughout the core of the Hive and is linked to geothermal energy, is the only area of the Main Hive that the Imperial Guard has not yet occupied.

The marching inhabitants and the personal soldiers of the lords and nobles from all over the country, the troops commonly known as PDF and the marching Imperial Guard had gathered in this small but terrifying black spire.

It's a complete Killing Machine Fortress, with large Void shields and heavy armor, light spears and melee guns to defend against orbital attacks, and most importantly, the damned traitors and servants on it, nothing more practical than the number of people, manpower is the foundation of such a huge device.

With well-trained cultists and terrible heavy servants on standby at the design holes, and the marching troops of civilians carrying guns, it can be said that this war began before the Imperial Guard came.

The rioters were driven by the disappearance of their loved ones, the disappearance of their loved ones, evil experiments, religion or affection, and they were all citizens of the empire who worshipped force, automatic guns were almost standard weapons, bombs and a few grenades that had entered the black market and even more powerful weapons.

But soon, strafing followed, heavy explosive bombs, automatic guns, logging guns, blood, gunpowder, fighting, although without the guidance of the eight-pointed star, it seemed that it had nothing to do with subspace, but he was, indeed is, a tyrant traitor.

Whether it's PDF or the citizens of the Empire, it's all flesh and blood that has broken under the guns at the moment, those cultists are from the world of the Hive, and the food of the castle is all produced by Wiener, they are interlocked, but in the end, the core resources are all the things of this huge courtyard castle.

Its walls are protected by Void Shields to withstand orbital bombardment, expansive curtain walls to withstand direct attacks, and surrounded by a vast network of laser defenses, making any attack from a spaceship suicidal.

These laser defenses can also be used to attack ground targets, all roads leading to the fortress are protected by interlocking force fields, and three ring lines of defense are arranged in the vast clearing around the vacated castle.

These measures protected warehouses, trenches, defensive lines, bunkers, support points, as well as pre-prepared artillery positions from intruders, and the three lines of defense were in turn protected by barbed wire, anti-tank trenches, and several thousand minefields.

Any army that attempted to attack Utun would reach a stalemate and eventually be overthrown.

Therefore, the Foundry Governor still has no fear, this castle is enough to resist the attack of the expected professional Imperial Guard for thousands of years, even if the whole world is against him, even the entire empire, under it, huge bunkers and hangars are built to store weapons, ammunition, fuel, clothing and other materials, all kinds of materials.

At the core, the Governor hired a group of interstellar pirates in captivity, who could leave the world from outside the hive capital through a huge underground device and loot enough supplies.

For a long time, light and dark supplies had been accumulated here, as well as hundreds of thousands of servants and hundreds of thousands of cultists, and the ancient castle called Uton had been turned into a huge arsenal.

The massive spider-like body constantly commanding this massive war machine in the center of the castle is more like a game for the sage.

But compared to today's petty fights, he likes the pinnacle of his casting ability more, a heavy tank modeled after the biotechnology of the Zerg and the Dark Spirits, the chassis is the Emperor's Poison Blade, but the main cannon is a monster full of corrosive venom, to be precise, a severely modified biological weapon.

It's hard to tell what it's based on, this huge and terrifying monster is a bit like a Zerg cannon bug but has the style of a blood ling.

The gothic, spiky monster creep around its sturdy exoskeleton and writhe wildly until several trained pilots enter through the modified chassis and control the system, possibly similar to the device that controls the mad gromon.

Regardless, the monstrous monster fell silent as soon as they stepped inside, and the twisted and painful beast was silenced by electromagnetic and neural control devices, which were horrific due to the horrific acidity stored in its body, causing its body to fall into an infinite cycle of destruction, melting, and regeneration.

It must not have the capacity for mass production, not to mention how terrible the material needed to cast it is, just because the body is rotting, the biomass required for regeneration is astronomical, and the equipment and technology required to import those things are not something that ordinary mechanical priests can afford.

This grotesque and vicious creature was born to be the personal toy of Governor Mirkor, and for no other reason than the fact that he had acquired the power and ability that would allow him to squander it so much.

With no fear, he amassed the resources of the three worlds, and used countless means, trade or plunder, so that much of the riches of this sector were reduced to a part of the heavy pure gold on the walls of Udon, and its lack of decorative effect and most of the equipment was underground, so that no one doubted how a governor could create such a behemoth.

His madness and greed were even more evident at this moment, and the arrival of the Red Pirates gave him unlimited rights, as after he had raided the Imperial Guard and most of the commercial ships here, and was rewarded by the Red Pirates for his rebellious exploits and strategic position, this creature with no one in his eyes came even more insane.

This particular poison blade was born, and the heavy armor or roaring servo slowly moved forward, and the holy engine of the empire was so tainted that it was unsightly.

But its machine soul has long been transformed into a mess, and driven by the chaotic will of creatures and engines, it is no longer difficult for the Imperial Guard's poison blade to fire at the people it once protected.

Through the trenches and walls, the muzzle of the black hole poked out of the adamantite gold, there was no warning, no warning, no warning, the roar was like hot melting, but the distance was long and large, because it was not energy, it did not spread, but a drop could melt a person against an infantry weapon.

The Spitfire Tank that Guterra has survived to this day pales in comparison to its insane toxins, and the chaotic death plays a terrifying symphony with the sound of human decay.

And with luck in the cruelty, those poor people did not feel the pain, but instantly fused with the accumulation pit sunken in the ground, turned into a mass of biomass that was easy to absorb, and the heavy tank drove out, and then crashed into it, like a predatory beast, but it was extremely deadly, greedily absorbing the liquid inside, even if the huge death and inorganic melting produced by this cannon could bury the entire huge body of the poison blade into it.

Such madness was lovely in the eyes of the Foundry Doge, and his lovely work was coquettish and lustful.

And the mortals looked at the monster in amazement, and shot at it with courage, but the automatic guns, and the useless shell throwers were too weak to break the defense.

The projectile jumped on the heavy exoskeleton and armor of the evil creation, and could not even cause what could be called a trace, on the contrary, a single shot of the monster's poison blade was enough to evaporate hundreds of people.

Fear and madness spread through the procession, with people shouting the Emperor's blessing or worshipping the name of a pope he knew.

Faith did not guarantee their survival, and the tens of thousands of marching troops in the square disappeared quickly, even instantly, except for a few lucky people who witnessed the situation outside the killing, almost maddened in the corner.

When the young beast returned to its nest, the Governor rejoiced, this time saving tens of thousands of kilograms of biomass, and life, in his eyes, was only an accident mixed with meaningless organisms, and his noble artificial creatures were special and beautiful, born with a great mission.

And looking at the child who was never confused, the sage, the governor, he flashed sadness, because he had been ill-fated and doubted the faith, he was born on Mars as a child, his parents did not know, luck made him not obviously mutated, but the small scales on his body told him that he was a hybrid born of mutants.

The climate of Mars is terrible, and the people he sees are non-human who have abandoned his body, he hides in the heavy lead pipes that excrete chemicals, radiation has made him inhuman for a time, and knowledge is the food and clothing that pulls him to grow up.

If it weren't for his talent for genetic modification, he would never have changed his appearance, and the inhuman radiation mutation was definitely enough for him to be burned into embers countless times by the Inquisition.

At the moment, he is in a high position, giving happiness to countless people, but he is chaotic because of the arrival of Space Marines and the Imperial Guard, he could have forged more children, those creatures are born wonderful, not as mutated and ugly as him, and he will not wonder if his fate is superfluous.

Because, life is nothing more than that, nothing is worth it...

And when the engines and soldiers of the Imperial Guard arrived, there was no noise or welcome in this hell, only the scarf, the bits and pieces, the madmen who cried or hit the walls in the streets, and the huge clearing near the castle, in front of the trench, outside the fortress, the shocking hollows.

The funnel-like thing made the colonel and even the master chief who destroyed the falcon feel fear, and a trace of sweat fell, this world is obviously mild, and the current residence makes people feel cold and unforgettable.

This is the story of a perverted genius under the pressure of the Empire who took revenge on his father with all his life, even though it was insignificant to the vast Empire, and even after the Imperial Guard conquered or destroyed the world, leaving only a few vague records of this heresy.

But for the citizens of this world, today they realize how terrible the normally mild-mannered governor must be, and some of the survivors who have had the good fortune to come to their senses under the blessing of the Emperor's light will pour out the grotesqueness of what they have seen and heard.

Whether it's the Imperial Guard, the Space Marines, or even the people who live in this casting world, they are afraid of that monster, and they have named this thing, it is the local dialect, Yog, the original meaning may be the transliteration of the milk product inherited from Guterra, and its name means that this thing can turn everything in this world into a soft and sticky "Yog" and swallow it together.

Yes, I'm spoofing ()

They are, Shadow Beyond Time, the Rat in the Haze Wall of Smouth, and the Witchton Terror

So, this is Cthulhu (seriously)

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