"The emperor has provided us with the tools we need to conquer our enemies. However, a responsible commander must always remember to take care of these tools. Reckless use of resources may win a battle, but such a strategy can easily lose a war. ”

- Macharius, Lord of the Sun

In the fortress of absolute safety, the sharp knives tore at the steaks until the thick fibers of the noble ox ant meat were completely broken, and the spilled proteins that had been destroyed in that particular cooking turned into bright red gravy, and the fork brought up the beautiful meat, and the cross-section of this absolutely pure thing was as tender as raw.

In the gray hall of the richest gown, and draped over a bearskin coat, the sound of the inquisitor chewing softly, and the rare wine, representing purity and nobility, were on the belly of the most savage of the flesh, and in this gray hall, the inquisitor sprinkled rosemary and black pepper again, and stretched out his hand to the guests on the other side of his table to ask if they needed spices, and in the slightest candlelight, across the table, the giant's expression of disgust was revealed.

The giant was many years old, even Superman would leave crumpled lines on his skin, he might have walked on the earth at the same time as the Emperor, he had seen the living Lord of Humanity, and now he was wearing heavy armor that represented honor, and carried many kraft papers and intricate runes, known as the Warband Relic of the Terminator.

And he didn't enjoy food, because since he emerged from the maelstrom and left the subspace, he was humiliated many times by mortals, not the Imperial Guard or the Sun Lord, but the damned Inquisitor in front of him.

He plunged his fork into the delicacy, and the juice burst out like blood, overflowing, and he said viciously. "I know you, get Skady, provide information about the fortress, and your relationship with the Mechanical, you have a very high status and great achievements, but you can't give that order if you expect me to continue the war!"

The mood has become less favourable, as the Imperial Guard has torn open their already complex rifts, and the gradual tilt in favor of the Space Marines under the power of the Red Pirates has become more and more confusing, which is why the Inquisitor has been largely passive about the Imperial Guard invasion.

They are still fighting among themselves, for power, for profit, such as climbing higher in front of the King of Blackhearts, or having enough troops to enjoy many things, honors, wars, and favorite things, and they still bite each other for those wonderful desires.

The Inquisitor swallowed the food and spoke. "Hagrid, I understand your question, but once again your troops have proven themselves, and the reverse proves that losing to the Imperial Guard in close combat, the orcs are not like that."

It was hard to imagine how the Inquisitor could have said such a thing to such a terrible madman, the most dangerous creature in the entire universe.

"Don't call me Hagrid, you don't deserve it, Walden, you stupid mortal, you don't know how powerful those people are, and you're now asking the priests to stop supporting the Space Marines? You're handing over this fortress to someone else! ”

His voice was so loud that it was repeated in the empty parlor, like a shout from a high mountain, in a completely enclosed fortress of war, and in the faint light of the fire, his voice made even the steady light of the three candles on the trident-like candlestick sway.

The inquisitor just wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a slight elegance. "Is equipment so important to Space Marine? Don't you often emphasize your invincibility and evaluate the superfluity of the Mecha Sect's aids? ”

At this moment, the Inquisitor stood up slightly, a little taller than the seated Terminator veteran, he was already a tall man, and at this moment, it seemed to be more than two meters in comparison.

The giant's momentum lowered a little, and his face wrinkled. "That's angry talk, they are all temperamental people, you know, we can't look at it like this, we need to decide the future of tens of thousands of people, the strategic issues of the entire star sector."

"Then how do you explain the loss of the war of the Space Marines during this time, the Imperial Guard has broken through the storage area, if they break through the interior of the castle, your failure will be too great, and all the production capacity within the Mechonke needs to be used to protect the interior of the castle, understand?" The Inquisitor was sharp.

"I'm not against Space Marines making better use of equipment and weapons, but I still need to emphasize that you've lost trust when you're out on the periphery."

"It's not like I'm going to stop supplying, it's a discussion within the sages of the Mechanics, among the brightest sages in the entire Empire, you've wasted our trust time and time again, and we understand that not every Space Marine is the elite of the Claw of the Stars' headquarters."

The Inquisitor's words were sharp, like a knife into the heart of a poor veteran, how had he heard such painful words for thousands of years...

The Space Marine Terminator veteran known as Hagrid pulled out a record of his brother's death from the blood-red armor filled with filth and runes, and threw the vellum paper on the Inquisitor's face, then landed on the half of the steak he hadn't finished eating, covering it.

And today, at this time, to be precise, at the last moment, when the handwriting on the vellum paper was too wet with gravy to be legible, and the handwriting on it recorded the blood of countless brothers who fought for the people here and fought for the domination of the empire, the traitor Space Marines were equivalent to changing direction and asking to separate the boundaries with this group of stubborn creatures.

The inquisitor picked that rag with a knife, for him, what honor, victory, fate? It's just a piece of rotten stuff that hinders his lunch, and fighting those wars at the beginning is nothing, and the Star Marines winning the war are just proving themselves as always, and if they can't win, they are abandoned.

Whether it is within the empire or in the camp of traitors, those Space Marines who have lost their original bodies and a large number of brothers since the last 10,000 years are early lost dogs.

The dust has settled here, but the Imperial Guard is very happy, this wall has now become the best shield to protect the Imperial Guard, allowing recruits to stand on it and operate the weapons left by the traitors, so that the Imperial Guard has a place to rest and recuperate, and the lack of supplies has also been obtained because of this victorious capture.

Alan Baier was looking at the encrypted telegrams left by the traitors in the command room on the high wall at the moment, because the war was sudden, the victory came very quickly, those things were not destroyed immediately, and the vague and rough bytes could be quickly identified with the ancient Dark Age relics.

The Sun Lord crossed his legs, fiddling with the brown paper, and dictated the contents of it, and several people in the Skadi Regiment next to him who had managed to know the words were constantly writing, and after the end, they would proofread it again, and then judge the most credible one to be included as war information.

You must know that it is difficult to find people who know words in this era, all regions, all worlds have a messy language system and writing system, although the Gothic system of the empire has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but it is only a spoken language, knowing low Gothic is a noble privilege in this era, and high Gothic is only recognized by professionals.

These few people who are not illiterate can be found within the Skadi regiment, and thanks to the last replenishment, many people who used to be aristocratic clerks have also joined the team.

As the so-called emperor blesses, good things will continue once they come, and when those bytes full of gunpowder are translated, the officers who stay here realize one thing, that is, there is no unity within the enemy.

A large number of filthy bytes are complaining about the almost constant losses and logistical disadvantages on the front, while the answers from the rear are full of gunpowder and insulting the honor of the Space Marines again and again.

Alan Bair said to the Master Chief. "They collapsed because of guerrilla warfare?"

Sergeant Katachan carefully chewed on the tone of the characters. "No, I think it's probably because there aren't many supplies here, to be precise, we can feel the enemy's struggling in the late stages of guerrilla warfare."

"I can't afford to raise so many people." Alan Byer, the Sun Lord, said this pointedly, he was still sensitive, sharp, as if his dark and cloudy eyes could see everything.

"It's impossible for us to use either side, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and let's not forget that their supplies can be said to be consumed by us, in other words we don't have food either." Alan Baier emphasized.

"Let the infantry regiment gather 10,000 men, find a few people who know the way, and the traitors who have been caught, and leave here in a truck to join the Poldero, report the situation, and ask for supplies." Alan Bair said.

"Secondly, the castle here is very important, they value it so much, and they have left behind a full five hundred space marines and hundreds of thousands of cultists and countless Skadi residents to maintain the transformation and maintenance of this huge monster, and I believe this castle has its own uniqueness."

"Take this place anyway." He put down the vellum paper, and once again approved the crazy plan to go down, crossing the ice and transporting things, and there was not much food they could carry on the way, which also meant that the pressure delivery team required considerable will and a long forced march, and the elite veterans would definitely not be able to go.

This is a training for the recruits, but also a test of their will and obedience, the recruit unit has no staff officers, because the empire has not yet distributed new replenishment, and in the absence of guidance and morale propaganda, the recruits need to cross the extreme weather with limited food.

Once again, killing two birds with one stone, eating two fish, the Sun Lord's calmness in this aspect makes people feel cold, but it is something that really pushes the Imperial Guard forward.

And 10,000 people means that even if there is a loss, someone will reach the ground, and there will always be someone who will remember the emperor and complete the mission, but this order once again treats human life as dust, but no one will feel inappropriate, because the life that cannot be loyal to the emperor is worthless.

The chief of staff asked at this moment. "A war of attrition?" It was a bit unexpected, he didn't think that Alan Bail's impatient would do this, but the Sun Lord seemed to be a different person today.

"Yes, but it won't be long." Alan Bair explained his thoughts. "The enemy is already in chaos, internally, problems and contradictions breed, and the problem that arises for them is rifts, civil strife, which will erupt in the conditions of hunger and lack of supplies, and we can wait and see."

"In contrast, it is not advisable to kill it and pay a large number of soldiers, and when the supplies on the Bordero arrive, we will not advance during this time, and reduce personal supplies, accumulate ammunition and weapons, and treat time like a sharp blade, like a poisonous snake, and kill with one blow." Alan Baier emphasized.

"My tactics have not changed, to be precise, they are still the same, just a little waiting, this will not miss the opportunity, but will allow the guerrilla warfare effect of non-commissioned officer Katachan to be maximized."

It's hard to disagree with this notion, and no one in the Imperial Guard will question the Sun Lord's plans, and how much remains unaccounted for in this tiny mine before the white phosphorus pit that burns the bones of the Space Marines burns out.

Too many people had gathered here, draining the stagnant air and barren supplies just so that this huge war machine could actually fall into his hands, and Alan Baier still didn't know the value of this monster at the moment, and he looked out from the observation port in the command room at the huge church and the countless weapons on it.

It can be said that no matter who it is, even if it is a woman, there will be a sense of excitement when she sees this thing, and she can't help but appear in her heart, which is the innate worship of great things and the love of power.

Unsure if he had made the right choice, the Sun Lord opened his kettle and drank Reka's coffee, which he had almost become addicted to, and as the war intensified, the number and amount of caffeine he consumed became more and more exaggerated.

Watching the huge convoy downstairs leave, watching the recruits who had been sent to hell by themselves, and the smoke rising from the dense graves and burning space soldier remains next to the camp, his mind flashed to the containers full of warrior dog tags.

Guilt, how can he not feel guilt, he has changed from an ordinary person to a butcher, whether it is for his own people or enemies, no matter how he numbs himself with things like emperor's and victory, caffeine, he still feels the pressure.

Status, war, death, countless pressures, he doesn't understand why so many people chase power and interests until their souls burn out, he just feels that he and Mr. Kane are destined to fight but fall into the quagmire of war and can't extricate themselves.

He thought of a funny joke, if he went down to the underworld, the king of Hades would probably have to go down to let him sit in this position when he saw him, you must know how much the population of the earth is? And the number of people he killed is already astronomical in comparison!

At the same time, a contradiction arises again, if the person who survived because of him is also counted as merit, then the Buddha of the Western Heaven also has to give up his seat to him.

But the reality is that war is such a contradictory thing, and there are no gods and Buddhas in this world, only the demons who are greedy for souls in the subspace, and the sun that guards mankind with all their humanity.

(End of chapter)