In the midst of countless wars in an imperial world, those chaotic thoughts and fears nourish unspeakable power.

This world is not huge, the population is only a few hundred million, this world is not rich, the output can only be regarded as barely, and now that the square is in hand, the behavior of the former Casting Governor has become a thorn in the side of the Imperial Guard.

They need a lot of control to ensure that this area can continue to supply the Empire, and it will probably become a continuous supply point for equipment such as Starport, which is extremely important for expeditions.

In the temporary command room, the colonel's face was solemn, his plan slowed down again, just now he tried to attack the enemy from a distance, but all of them were crushed by the strong defense of the heavy void shield, and the cruel fate of the local militia also made the colonel have to give up the idea of attacking.

Now, without holding out, without besiegement, with the slight advantage of not being able to crush the enemy's defenses with firepower, and only doubling its numbers, problems have arisen one after another, and the previous clever officers, who knew everything in peacetime strategy, are now silent and quiet.

"Why, usually the words are so noisy, and now you are mute?" The colonel was a little annoyed, he knew that he couldn't be angry with his command group, but he couldn't control it, if it weren't for the thick arm of the Master Chief of the Falcon Destruction Regiment to pull him, he would have even broken with this group of old comrades today.

For the Master Chief, even in desperate situations, he must remain calm, but even so, he still sees in his eyes the low patience of mortals for pressure, but he can understand that the entire expeditionary force is waiting for his good news at the moment, and this thing happened again.

Efficiency was the opposite of the Imperial Guard in the last decade of this dark forty millennia, to be precise, almost the entire Empire, this ancient, massive, fat, and even rotting corpse had a myriad of energies, and the entire galaxy was eating its life at all times.

You can't expect the dead to suddenly get up and scold Fang Xuan, sweeping away obstacles and difficulties, and even the emperor probably can't do it, in this dark age of decay, people will even take those creeds and death-like sacrifices for granted, and even if they expect the Lord of Mankind to walk in the world again, some people will turn a blind eye...

It's unlikely that a short time will take you through this massive fortress, and it's not a mission that Space Marines can sneak in (at least not if it's something that the Falcon Doom can).

The discussion was at a stalemate, whether it was the Governor forging demonic weapons or the strange garrison legions, the transformation monsters they had put to good use and the vast amount of manpower in the troops and what Uton's defenses displayed were far from being taken down by the Imperial Guard.

Weapons that can break through the Void Shield on the ground are approved by the Ministry of Military Affairs, and the loss needs to be confirmed for a long time, and submitted to the Office of the Minister of Military Affairs in the Extreme Star Domain.

After contacting the Ministry of the Interior on Terra before he could take action, it took about a few months of paperwork, seals, and official accusations, and back and forth, until the matter received high-level attention, and it was only after a few months that the gears of the Ministry of the Interior slowly began to work.

But since ancient times, Uton is easy to defend and difficult to attack, its city defense after 10,000 years of painstaking management, solid, incomparably strong, can block thousands of troops and horses, such as a strong attack, will be hit hard, before a thousand years, never lost.

Soon, negative thoughts run rampant in the Legion, or give up this world, fill the demand here with the forced increase in production in other regions, and then make the warships surround the place, and kill the traitors in the fortress.

But this idea was dismissed by the Master Chief, he knew very well what people were connected to, unless the hundreds of millions of imperial inhabitants of this world were abandoned together, otherwise there must be traitors who connected the governor to send supplies to the fortress.

Orbital bombardment requires the fleet, the roots of the batteries are underground, the foundation is solid, and it is definitely not comparable to a battleship, the thickness of the planet makes the defense ability of the battery far better than that of ordinary warships, even if the imperial artillery is strong and the ships are strong, it can't be so much trouble for a small castle.

The Governor's actions are rat, he turns himself into a thorn in the core of this world, affecting this place all the time, but no one can cure him even if he goes too far, to be exact.

The cost is not proportional to the reward for success, they still have many wars and troubles to calculate, and every shipload spent on the governor at this moment is a waste of the Empire's war potential.

When he was at a loss, the radio and projection of the empire got the news, the call of the titanium fleet, almost instantly, the master chief and the colonel showed a look of disgust, not for anything else, the existence of the alien and its troops to join the imperial expedition is to be defiled, if it were not for the sun lord to be kind to them, and act with titanium, even if it was the order of the high lord, they would not be accompanied.

Buzz, buzz, the Empire's loud communications device shouted an irritating voice, and the correspondent looked at his commander hesitantly, as if to say, take it?

The colonel nodded helplessly, disgusted, he was also an ally at the moment, but he still didn't think that the alien scum could provide any excellent war plan, and they would be blessed by the emperor if they didn't fall into the ground!

The establishment of the empire is to liquidate the aliens, the resentment is long-lasting and difficult to eliminate, and now it has accumulated more and more after 10,000 years, and the first warship on the Holy Terra took off 10,000 years ago, and the goal of the empire is to clean up those dross, even if it takes a long time to bury the cause, but new resentment is gushing and endless.

The Titan Clan's several Heavenly Dome expansions have swallowed many territories of the Empire, and the stupid Supreme Path has led countless people of the Empire into a catastrophe that will not be recovered, so that they cannot return to the throne.

The Destruction Eagle and Partoria Imperial Guard are also war machines often stationed on the borders of the Extreme Star Field, and they have long held grudges about the crazy expansion of Titanium, and at this moment, the blue face that looks like a dead man appears, and the entire command room falls into a deathly silence, only the opening words of the Water Clan's chatter.

"Dear Imperial Guard high-ranking officials and human warriors known as Astarte, I express my respect and gratitude for the way of war that you admire, but it seems that you have had a lot of trouble navigating this world, and I have to admit that your actions have subverted my usual impression of the Empire."

"Fast, efficient, powerful and sharp."

He did his best to praise the successes of the Imperial Guard and Astarte in plain and fitting terms, his spoken language was very standard, and his years of travel around the empire had taught him a truly elegant Gothic pronunciation, and he could even read and write Gothic.

Under his magnetic and gentle voice, it was hard to imagine that such a person could be an alien, and after he finished speaking, he asked with interest.

"We want our aid to come into this world, and the Titanium Fleet will provide enough supplies and food to appease the hungry humans, and make reasonable food in a way that is completely in line with the Empire's recipes."

"And we can have all our supplies inspected by you, and if we can, we can arrange for engineering troops to help rebuild, but I hope..."

"We can take charge of the entertainment radio channel for a certain period of time to soothe the agitated emotions of the citizens of the Empire."

The colonel immediately interjected. "Don't fart, disgusting aliens, your so-called, aid, and good ways are all bullshit, I actually heard you say a curse that you have been talking about for so long, the emperor and all the saints of his old man, you know, I can let you see your ether with one round of bombing!"

He was excited, the pressure, the aliens, too many problems, the colonel did not have the usual shrewdness and ability, which is why most of the commanders of the empire gradually became angry and grotesque during their long combat careers, in essence, the rapidly changing battlefields and intricate situations, the mental pressure brought by many grotesque enemies, the huge and slow logistics of the empire, the emotions of the soldiers who always needed to be appeased, and at the same time broke the pre-planned tactical guidelines of the empire again and again.

Even a colonel with a background has a hard time adapting, and on the contrary, the truly powerful Imperial Guard commanders are often the madmen who survive the battlefield, because they have become accustomed to the capriciousness of the universe and have learned how to resist that madness.

And there is no doubt that the emperor favored this guy, and he was extremely lucky, and there was a hero like that next to him, as Astarte, who had experienced countless wars and despair, the master chief hit the nail on the head. "I can allow you to broadcast your supreme good ways, but I ask you to join the siege."

The senior official of the Shui clan replied. "According to our contract with the Sun Lord, we are only responsible for space support and airdrop vehicle bombardment at the necessary time in this war, and we cannot stay in the Imperial world for more than 26 Terra hours without permission, which is 48 according to the Titanium Clan..."

Master Chief interrupted him, then emphasized this. "The world is still in the hands of the Foundry Governor, how effective your propaganda is, now it all depends on the situation of the war, although he is huddled in the castle, but once the people wanted, no matter what, his power and influence will make it difficult for you to go to the good path."

"A radical, insane, cult of personality organization must exist in many parts of this world, silently."

Silence, to the point, pointed out why the Governor is now fearless, it seems that he has lost power, but his hundreds of years of power peak have been admired by countless people, and it is believed that he will continue to hold power after the Imperial Guard leaves, just by a different name or appearance.

He is the flame, constantly burning, will not be extinguished, even if it seems to be extinguished now, his flame will not be extinguished, as long as the people of this world still exist, there are still people who remember that kind of rule.

And the fortress of Uton is the embodiment of that status, and it is the reason why neither the empire nor the good way can get this world.

And pointing this out, pulling the Colonel out of his anger and madness, pressure and blindness, he had to admit that the Empire could not control the world now, and even if Astarte and the Imperial Guard joined forces, it would be a huge loss.

But the colonel still doesn't think that the empire has not made achievements in this matter, so the alien can?

He only listened to the Water Clan's reply.

"We—" His old cheeks (judging by the pebble-like bumps on his cheeks) were faintly touched, and the Master Chief hit the threat of Udon with a single word, it was a flaming torch that proved at all times who the true ruler of the world was, and neither the Empire nor the good ways could stay here for long, as long as their power weakened, the Governor changed his appearance.

He can even become titanium, all he needs is skin, a part of DNA or a simple resemblance, in essence, it's not that he makes a comeback, but that he hasn't been extinguished.

Shui had to take on this task, he had no combat experience, but he still understood what kind of expert could take this task.

"According to your sources, the governor of this world has a strong desire to control, that is, he has extremely high personal authority over the castle's defenses, while others probably do not."

"According to our psychoanalysts and computers, he has a bad past, so he doesn't trust humans, and I deduce that his authority should only serve himself."

said the colonel. "So what, he's hiding as king in a huge castle that can't even be taken by a warship, and you can't just show up in that huge metal city and kill him."

"It's not impossible, there are several ways of war, and I know very well that someone who is proficient in this way."

"Shadow, hidden, the most powerful XV25 combat suit of the Titanium Empire, with optical camouflage, you can hide your figure, it is not difficult to sneak into the castle, at least before the enemy notices, it is no problem to kill the enemy or even come out again."

The smugness of the Shui clan made the colonel unsure, but in the face of the Destruction Eagle Warband, which often dealt with units like the Battle Uniform, he could assert it. "They can do it, I once broke the neck of one of those soldiers, but its hidden ability is strange enough."

"You can even hide the feeling of Astarte, and there are related infrared detection and other equipment, at least according to the current general equipment of the empire, it is not difficult to hide from the world." He told the truth, and the Shui clan nodded, and the colonel had to admit that titanium had slightly surpassed the empire in many aspects, but that didn't mean that he recognized the alien.

But he admits that those inferior Astartes can change the tide of the war, and they should at least try.

"I... I promise you that I can take advantage of the sacred radio of the Imperial World to promote your disgusting supreme goodness, but I must show the power of its xv or something. ”

"And remember, I don't trust you, but there is nothing else you can do, and if you do something to change the situation, the Partolians will destroy you first!"

He didn't care what Uton's Flame was, all he knew was that aliens could never be trusted, and that those greedy, stupid, and self-centered monsters would destroy them all, at least for now, and they could be forgiven a little, even if he didn't like it.

The virtual image of the water nodded slightly and promised success, and after the blur dissipated, the command room fell silent again, a long and oppressive silence.

(End of chapter)