Skadi, Skadi, the word has become synonymous with ruins and the haze of death, and even if the atmosphere has been discovered, people are not completely reassured.

And the once familiar place is now a place of human beings, and the huge nest has been reduced to ruins, cut into it with hot melt from the periphery, and drilled into the hollow of the building that is not too big, but also erected after the collapse, and under the light of promethium, this place still the size of a football field is beginning to take shape.

Debris, ruins, crowded the ground that had once been, because of the heavy cover of the nests, the dead people left indifferent traces on the relatively intact walls like a haze, like a black haze, but it was a real humanoid thing.

Revisiting the old place, many people recognized where this was, and there was not much communication between the nest capitals, and the veterans of the same period as Alan Bair, as well as him, subconsciously went to see the statue of the emperor in the middle of the ruins, and the broken sign next to it, writing a few restaurants that Alan Bairer remembered that the workers often went to.

He hadn't tasted it yet because of the food he had saved for wine, and the first time he actually ate normal food was on the transport plane on the first day of enlistment, and he had to complain about the registration of the Imperial Guard.

You don't even need a signature (most people don't know how to write their names) to receive a set of military uniforms and body armor, a set of field food.

Seeing the once familiar place become like this, the former storefront disappeared, leaving only tattered signs, but this news is not bad, on the contrary, the Imperial Guard can rely on this to locate the location and know what to do next.

However, there are still many people who are starting to lose morale because of this, and unlike the Sun Lord, they have family and friends, lovers or co-workers, and they actually live in this world.

But reality is always reality, the material world cannot change, and what happens will not be reversed, they are all veterans, and life and death are just things they pick up.

Before he knew it, a terrible dead silence enveloped the entire team, and Alan Baier only pointed out the location of the Imperial Guard where they needed to go, as if he were the leader, and he planned to return to his factory to see what was going on.

It has nothing to do with missing anything, the situation inside the nest capital is full of waste now, and if that kind of large factory can still function, it can provide a lot of convenience for the Imperial Guard.

It's just that many people showed quite hesitant expressions at the moment when the order appeared, and the memories of working in the nest capital for many years probably caused a lot of blows to their hearts, and the black-hearted factory environment that barely managed to maintain the heat budget was like a nightmare for the Skadi people to get a foundation of discipline.

The cold weather and heavy labor gave the Skadis great endurance and morale as an opportunity for the lower classes of society to climb up with war, and the one who really brought those things to good use was the Sun Lord himself.

With no victory, only stupid sacrifices, wars of attrition, and perseverance, Alan Bair enlisted in the army with the pain of the Imperial Guard's conservative tactics, so much so that his strategic style and the rules of the Imperial Guard became more and more distant.

It was also his tactical style that brought out the true combat effectiveness of the people of the Imperial Hive, but now that time has passed, they are now walking in the ruins of their narrow homeland, the void suits that obstruct their vision are dissatisfying, and their guns can be raised anytime and anywhere, even if there are unlikely enemies here.

Home is no home, nowhere to go, no matter how big the void is, there are no more Skadi, no Skadi, only a disgusting, dead ruin.

Now a rather crazy idea runs out of the soldier's mind, that is, there is a greenskin, that is, there is a heretic, and then tell them that there is still value in this world, and there is value in fighting for it, and there are many things to face.

But the deathly silence and the action of the engineering team to open the way to the square told them that there was nothing but death and silence.

Like a choking choke by the throat, it appeared in the people who once lived here, and the flickering promethium light, even the light reflected by the crystallized tissue, would make the soldiers irrespective of the discipline, Alan Baier had to say to the chief of staff.

"Mind them..."

He didn't want to disturb the homesick people, but he couldn't let this exploration risk having internal reasons, the team of thousands of people was extremely large, and the nests were all intricate, he didn't want anyone to be restless because of feelings, and attrition because of emotions.

The shouts of the staff officers and the management of the members of the company, the words of chanting the name of the emperor made the soldiers of this place honest.

The team kept moving forward, past the ruins and rubble, and Alan Baier glanced at the dark room where he had exchanged his things, and now the metal gate made of pure gold in that place was gone, and it was not like it was melted, but it was taken away...

But his thoughts were soon interrupted by the ensign's shouting, as he shouted after he had passed through the melted wall.

"Boss, it's here!"

Alan Baier could only walk over quickly, looking at the not-so-beautiful place, the explosion and the heat had made the whole facility potholes, and when the door was opened, the interior was still well preserved, and even the promethium lamps could be lit, fortunately, the industrial area seemed to have been deliberately protected.

The walls and tools were still intact, the heavy machinery of civilization was even connected to the electrical circuits, and the emergency internal promethium engines were still singing and humming, and this large, metal-like hell seemed to welcome the living at any time, like a giant torture instrument.

Alan Bair heard someone in the team scolding. "Why is it still good here?"

Although he doesn't like it, he must thank the emperor for bless this place, because of the occupation of Skadi, the difficulty of rebuilding Skadi has become much lower, the atmosphere and the strong heat of extinction have made the world's original complex industrial pollution cleaned up by high temperatures, in addition to the lack of materials, Skadi's current strategic location is very suitable for hindering the Red Pirates and serving as a strategic relay point.

Originally, this world was the nest capital and fortress world, but the satellite that used to be a fortress was destroyed by civil strife and suffered serious losses, and now it can only rebuild a fortress to maintain regional rule.

"Very well, this is good..."Alan Bair was full of thoughts, but he had to move forward, but when he saw a rodent running from the corner to the other, the strange feeling of incongruity permeated his mind.

After a short sound of footsteps, Alan Baier suddenly pulled out his weapon and shot at those machines, bang, the flames burned, the metal melted, and even many Skadians were shocked, obviously it was a good thing, why shoot?

A moment later, a mass of burning flesh fell, it was a cultist in a thick cold-proof suit, and the flesh melted by the heat rays revealed a badly mutated skull with horns.

"Beastmen!" (Empire's name for mutants like animals)

The second lieutenant shouted, this factory was the line of fire, and the heavy laser gun fire pierced through the void suit, and then hit the carapace of the Imperial Guard, many people immediately looked for cover and began to shoot, Alan Baier watched as the laser brushed the shoulder armor of his void suit, the heat almost ignited his hair, although it only burned the hair.

He touched his stinging cheek and said to the chief of staff, who was hiding with him. "The people of the bottom nest, they survived?"

The chief of staff replied. "No, it's not a torpedo, it's not a weapon that is often used by extermination orders, someone has done something about it, they bought the Inquisition, or..."

Alan Baier watched as the heavy industrial machine in front of him was dented by the laser. "Or, they deceived the Inquisition, using psionic energy or equipment to transfer equipment, and in any case, they only slaughtered the citizens of the empire in Skadi, and those maggots were left behind!" He was a little disgusted, angry and disgusted with focus.

He turned on the radio. "Using roundabout tactics, the positions of those cultists are very empty and scattered, the intensity of the shooting is not high, and there is no one to command."

"Those cultist workers should be unarmed, we only face a small number of guards, hurry up and take here!"

Speaking of which, Lighterin Kid and Sergeant Katachan are now in a detour with two special forces, and their fire is overwhelmingly approaching the victory under the crushing equipment of the Imperial Guard.

There is no comparison between the battle-hardened veterans of the Empire and the chaotic gangs at the bottom of the nest, even if they have experienced many battles, but there is a big gap in the quality of individual soldiers, group command, and equipment level.

Alan Baier led the troops forward, the second lieutenant and the chief of staff covered each other, and the strong smell of gunpowder was constantly permeating, and the number of troops here was unexpectedly large, because a large number of slave laborers maintained the entire production line of the factory, and they also needed a lot of firepower to suppress the rebellion.

It was only when Alan Baier first approached the heavy production lines that he realized that the poor, malnourished, skinny creatures were citizens of the Empire, in other words, Skadi citizens who were enslaved as laborers in the area.

Those cultists drove the citizens of the empire to produce things that disobeyed the empire with heavy pressure and high-intensity management, but even so, this battle was not difficult, not even a battle, it was just a one-sided massacre, and after the troops around the rear opened fire, those cultists scattered in a hurry, and their chaotic management and low morale could not save them.

As he shot the last cultist, the freak with the scales and horns was still frantically shouting vague words to his companions, and Alan Bair subconsciously turned on the translation function to analyze the sentence as he walked towards the place where the item was produced.

The Imperial Guard began to bring out relief supplies to calm their emotions, and soon many people realized that the people working here were their relatives, friends, family and compatriots, and they were shushing and exchanging experiences, and the previous despair and pain were swept away.

But when they asked many other people they knew, the survivors' chattering mouths and biting at food stopped.

The bombing was real, the carnage was real, and whether the Skadi were the only ones who recognized it or not, the population of the world had dropped by eight-tenths, and even if they found someone they knew here, there were many more Skadis who were unrelated.

And Alan Baier, who walked into the product production area, sighed that the place where he had to do it before when he was hungry turned out to be so narrow, and the huge factory that he once thought could not be turned over was so small.

Nowadays, he no longer looks down on any squad leader, workshop director, and those places that he once couldn't climb, such as high-level offices, he also casually enters, but so what...

Inexplicably, his unpleasant emotions swelled in his thoughts, and he looked at the Katachang guards who followed him next to him, and wanted to ask them, but when the matter came to his lips, Alan Baier, who had always been able to say, was actually stuck.

They just walked forward in silence and arrived at the warehouse, where the huge place was stacked with heavy boxes, very heavy large containers, which were usually piled up with laser guns, but now they didn't know what they were.

What are those cultists producing? Is it dynamite or blasphemy, or are they copying the words of Tzeentch?

Alan Bair turned on the headlights of the warehouse, and under the bright light of the lumen ball, his doubts became even greater, because it was not a weapon, poison, or a blasphemous, but a piece of pitch-black pure gold, something removed from many of the heavy cores of the Hive Capital, to be precise, strong enough to shape a warship.

It seems that the factory has spent a lot of time on this, tearing down the pure gold inside the city and smelting it again, but in reality the world does not have the ability to build chariot engines, and they certainly do not recycle materials to forge cars.

This world starport has been completely paralyzed, and without a port as a transportation point for a large flow, it is impossible for a large fleet to transport things.

They have a large and metal-consuming project going on that requires recycling to complete.

Alan Bair's sensitive mind grasped the core point, but the resources of this world are depleted, and the population is also gone, what else is so valuable?

He walked out of the warehouse, and his own system finished translating, and the vague language had meaning, no doubt, not a modal word, but as soon as he heard its translation in low Gothic, he said it.

"Evacuate civilians, fortify defenses, prepare for war, there's a big guy coming!"

He commanded the force to send a large number of civilians inside the warehouse, and his fears were as promised, the humming of vehicle engines had filled the perimeter, and the Sun Lord had to lament his carelessness and waste his time.

He took the soldiers to hide in the shadows of the factory, and the second lieutenant asked the boss urgently. "Boss, what's wrong?"

Alan Baier just smiled wryly as he looked at the huge metal monster that slowly stepped into the factory, the humanoid and twisted thing, known as the Space Marine.

"Here, the core of those traitors, the Chaos Space Marines."

He looked at the realistic byte in the auxiliary light curtain in front of him, and the disgusting thing died not to call out to his companions, but to his own radio, speaking the word giant, and emphasizing the master and the supporting bytes, then there was no doubt.

The world is under the eyes of the Red Pirates!

(End of chapter)