Cold is not a privilege on the ground, it is even more extreme underground, Skadi is far away from the stars, the temperature is below zero all year round, but the underground can be better, and a large amount of liquid water also accumulates in the underground caverns, and then turns into rock-solid walls.

Interestingly, this large cavity was not created naturally, but was the result of 10,000 years of excavation by the Human Empire, where a large amount of groundwater condensed, and the dense ice composed of low temperatures and pressures was comparable to that of adamantite gold.

It is the source of most of the water in Skadi's nest, and the last bit of mineral buried in the ice is the only natural source of income for Skadi's oil-depleted world.

Cold, massive, and completely controlled by large families, no one knows what is in it, and it is understandable that this is the only part of this world that has not been thoroughly explored by humans, or 20,000 years ago, the people of the Dark Ages knew about it, but it was forgotten by time.

In other words, humanity is now at loggerheads over the remnants of the two glorious times, with large families assassinating each other and miners fighting, and what they produce may only be one percent of what they used to be.

Moistened with the blood of tens of thousands of people, the place has become even more mysterious, and after the current Stirling family took over, the ice mine had not been opened for a long time, and now that the Imperial Guard had set foot in the place, the thick void suits had to be frozen due to the low temperature, and the masks had to be removed.

The Empire's cutting-edge technology, which can tolerate cosmic radiation and zero degrees, is helpless against this damn place, with narrow pit entrances and old lumen balls that flicker and flicker, which is why Alan Baier chose this place.

"Boss, how long has this place been abandoned?" The second lieutenant shuddered, warmed his fingers a little, then put on gloves thick enough to prevent the shooting from pulling the trigger, and asked his commander as usual, big or small.

Alan Bair didn't mind, just rubbed the blurred sign on the entrance to the ancient pit with his heavy gloves. "Probably three hundred years ago, because the priest probed that this place was extremely prone to collapse, but the reality is that five hundred years ago this place was warned that it needed to stop work, but before the fall of that family, it was still full of people until three hundred years ago."

The world of the nest capital in this era is like this, human life is not worth mentioning under the interests, a pound of alloy materials needs a human life is to return to the capital, and a glittering gem can make hundreds of people die.

The entrance to this place has become narrow due to disrepair, many places have collapsed, and the railroad tracks and minecarts that once remained here have rusted, and the lack of space makes it impossible to use large machinery here, and it is difficult to carry a large number of soldiers down, so it will be ignored by the cultists.

As Alan Bair thought, the large number of recovery tasks in the square has overstretched the troops stationed here, and it is even more impossible to get all of them done, and the entrance to the mine in all directions is even more fantastic.

However, the transportation capacity of this cave is really not good, and when entering here, the narrow entrance and the risk of collapse will make it dangerous to enter the cave.

The Sun Lord arranged for a few soldiers who had worked in the mine to walk in front of him, and looking at the long, deep, side-by-side tunnel that could only pass through about 6 people, he thought of Mr. Kane, who had been active in the Ice and Snow World of Aurikalkay in Himia.

If he were to join the Skadis this time, Alan Bair would probably change his tactics and instead attack the main mines head-on and take the core.

But there was no if, as the troops slowly stepped into the ice-made area, the promethium lamps held by the Imperial Guard, the dim light reflected each other in the colorful ice, playing like elves.

It's beautiful, like a world made of gems, and when it's so large, the whole world appears in front of the eyes of the Imperials, but even so, the Sun Lord still emphasized. "Don't touch the ice, don't get close to the walls, stay vigilant!"

Even if it was sturdy, when the metal pillars and the heart-pounding cracks appeared on them, the place was another reminder to the Imperial Guard that it could collapse at any moment.

The more beautiful and valuable the place, the more deadly, how many grand pictures in this universe can only be viewed once in a lifetime?

"How far is it from the core mine." Alan Baier asked the chief of staff, and he answered. "About half an hour."

"And what about the structural strength here?" Alan Baier asked again, and he replied. "If there is no fighting, it is completely enough to use."

"Send a signal to the forward troops to act covertly." Alan Baier sighed, this is still the next choice, there are not enough people, they can only surprise and hold their breath, there are cultists and space marines, countless enemies and evil attack equipment.

And the large army has left, cleaning up this star sector is also a top priority, he will not wait and compromise, the soldiers are fast, and the Sun Lord is relying on being put in danger again and again to challenge the gods and supermen.

He's a madman, and when the soldier's body grazes over the pillar that is about to crumble, the people here are mad.

They were the ghosts of Skadi, uninhibited, homeless, floating in the void, but now they had the opportunity to go back, with their fists, their blades, their guns.

The pace was moving forward in an orderly manner, and those cracks could not frighten anyone, except for the timid cultists, and now only the road was slowly moving forward under the boots of the Skadians.

At this moment, time is stretched for a long time, as if this road has no end, but no matter how long it is, there will be an end, when the light appears, fate has chosen its end, Skadi's elite creeping like a dragon and tiger hidden in the forest, quiet and deadly.

A patrol of about a few people outside the finish line told the Skadi soldiers to turn off their devices, and the light, a dead silence, was the sound of the cultists breathing.

It's too quiet, and the quieter it gets, the harder it is, the more it's hard to sneak, it's so cold that they can't stay where they are for long without food and heat, and exercise is the main source of heat and body temperature.

The soldiers asked. "Found the enemy guarded and unable to move forward."

The Sun Lord's eyes were cold, and he spoke. "Warm us with their blood, boys."

They aimed at the opposite throat, the trachea, that is, the vocal cords, and only a moment later, a surprise attack followed, the light of the guns, the flickering, the sound of the bayonet sinking into the flesh, those battles and desires swelled and changed in this narrow place, and when the warm blood moistened the heavy clothes, and then turned into ice crystals, the Skadian let go of the palm of vengeance, and the red on the blade was as bright as if it had just flowed from the wound.

And the shot just now, the traitor's dying shot, in the midst of the throat being cut but not dying right away, adrenaline, death, guilt, fear, confusion, the traitor shot and hit the dying pillar.

"Damn, forward, as fast as you can!" The Sun Lord cursed, and the footsteps appeared like raindrops in the quiet depths of the ground, and when the rumbling sound continued, the entrance to the Imperial Guard was completely filled.

"Damn, we have no way back!" Sergeant Katachan scolded secretly, and the Sun Lord just patted him on the shoulder. "Then look for a new one, we used to feel that our home is no more, there is no way back, no one to protect, but the reality is that there is no endless road, brothers."

"What's underground?! We've traveled half of the Extreme Fields to get here! What enemies, what Red Pirates, what hope, what despair, all fake! Alan Bair let out a mouthful of mist and chattered.

"Now forward, let's go, brothers, in this cold homeland, we need to know what the enemy is doing, and we need to know how to serve the emperor."

Yes, no matter how fate plays tricks, no matter how inferior the war is, they have only one thing to pay, but death, and the soldiers here do not necessarily have a fear of death.

Because they once swore before the emperor that they would use their slender souls to cross the thousands of netherworlds of the empire.

Some people think that sacrifice is stupid, but in the 40,000 years of human civilization, only sacrifice can allow human beings to crawl forward in this dark universe, like crawling.

Today's empire, just to live, needs so many souls to burn, it is terrible, it is terminally ill, and the Skadian people today are the countless antibiotics that have been injected into their bodies, keeping the enemies of the empire out, until one day those monsters will no longer fear them, until one day, the universe will be completely destroyed.

The Imperial Guard's ordination instrument sketches out complex holographic concepts here, pointing out the way forward on the chaotic path in the monitors of the recon and the commanders, in the midst of the struggling Imperial Guard.

The place was enormous, cold, and ice crystals, and though empty, it consisted of countless gaps large enough to drive through a tank, too large for one person, or even for the Imperial Guard, thousands.

The number of cultists is not many on the fringes, and the bits and pieces of evil make the little cold air here even more muddy and foul-smelling.

Soon Alan Bair spotted the corner marked with the Chaos Octagram as if to convey a message, and he realized that his troops appeared to have stumbled near the core, and the sound of laser gun fire appeared as his fingers brushed over the concept of chaos carved out of the crude tool.

This happened 6-7 times in less than an hour of exploration for the Skadians, and the cultists were mostly stationed there, disrupting Alan Bair's mind again and again.

When the elite troops burned the enemy again, they had to come up with one thing, one thing that made people even more dissatisfied. "Sir, the energy battery is running low, and we have consumed too much along the way."

It was impossible for Alan Baier to find the Portero, and told her to throw a few supplies down now, he had no choice but to pray during this time not to encounter the enemy again, and that they could find their way into the so-called fortress.

Soon, with the Emperor's blessing, the Imperial Guard discovered that in this cramped and cold place, in the shimmering ice crystal cave, the spiky ice stalactites were wrapped in a large amount of minerals, and a large number of laborers were digging.

They were covered in skin and bones, and they had very little clothing, and they were completely unable to resist the cold, and those who froze to death would be dragged away, and then someone from the cultist stronghold would take out a few lumps of starch.

It is also the largest crater Alan Baier has ever seen, with a vein intact here, and 60,000 workers at work using bird's bigrams.

At the same time, the number of those cultists is also huge, almost three times that of the Skadi soldiers, and it cannot be said that they cannot be taken, but there will definitely be a price.

Alan Bair had to ask them. "Fight or not, we can't take this place without losses, you have to be clear, our strategic goal is to find that fortress."

"But I will support the decision of all my compatriots, you need to save your family, friends, brothers and sisters, don't you?" Alan Bair asked this simply because he didn't have a family, at least he couldn't find where his real family was.

The memory of the Skadi is also more for the sake of the brothers who are fighting now, the same brothers of the Imperial Guard, not the same blood in this cruel world, but he will always respect the things that his brothers choose, which is why so many people gather around the Sun Lord.

But how is this question not cruel to the Skady soldiers? Family and compatriots, the righteousness of the empire, choosing that one, abandoning that one are full of pain.

An awkward silence spread in the normally lively procession, Alan Bair asked impatiently. "Second Lieutenant, you usually have the most mouth, come on, do you want to fight?"

The second lieutenant immediately looked at the recruit who had been transferred from private to lieutenant, and the one immediately realized. "The Lettlings and I are both residents of Panlan, this matter..."

"My opinion is..."

Alan Baier immediately interrupted him. "I don't care what you think, you don't have to fight, I just need to know, what people born in Skadi will choose, you can't rely on me forever, I'm not a god, I'm an ordinary person, I need to eat, I can drink, I can and I will have sexual needs."

"One day, the Skadi Regiment will leave me, and I don't want you to have even that judgment!"

Silence, long silence, those veterans bowed their heads, indeed, the Skadi's arrival is all due to the Sun Lord, that kind of dependence goes deep into the bone marrow, one miracle at a time, but how long can such a day last?

Everyone is in danger, and there are enough comrades left to pile up into a hill, and one day, Skady will not live up to his name, unless...

Now the second lieutenant shouted. "I want Skady to exist forever, Skady's infantry will be the glory of the empire, and those experiences, wars, victories, are all experiences and badges of our living in this universe."

"If you don't want our brothers and sisters to die, then, listen to me, save the people here, and ask them if there is one who wants to punch those heretics in the face!"

The second lieutenant has learned the Sun Lord's 8 success powers, and the remaining two percent he needs to enter the legendary Black Library...

But enough is enough, when the war, fate is like raindrops, and does not kill a person, after three years, the seeds have grown to shelter from the wind and rain ...

There was no objection, and Alan Baier sighed as he looked at the frozen coffee in his kettle. "Alright, stupid bunch, go to war!"

(End of chapter)