It didn't take much to go from high to untouched, and when the mortals who once worshipped giants became apathetic, the movements and rituals that worshipped them slowed down and stopped, and the death of those brothers stained their war prelude with humiliation.

When the towering watchtowers of the castle try to return to their positions, they are stopped by the mechanical Cult's animatronic worms, the Gear Kids, who make a grazor-like sound. "Let's get over, mechanical, or I'll show you what your mechanical vertebrae look like."

They weren't to be messed with, but the mechanical priest didn't move, and spoke again. "We don't have that many guns, sorry, demigods, according to the Governor's orders, from now on, you are no longer qualified to step into the defenses."

"Why, give me the answer, Gear Boy, or I'll break your head." The Space Marine veteran pressed his explosive bomb against the head of the person in front of him, and there was no need to wonder if the priest did not answer satisfactorily, then his head would learn to fly.

The priest just still spits out the almost emotionless electrical signals, the disgusting mechanics and the oil spilling from it all represent his "calmness", as long as you spend time with those guys, you can see that this priest is not as calm as it seems.

The words of his electrical signals made the Space Marines lay down their guns, which was not something very profound, but only another mention of their failures, and the name of a sage to keep them out.

For the Space Marines who live on war and because of war, saying that they can't go to war is the same as saying that men can't have children, and that women can't nurture life, which is huge, and the questioning and insult of their own concept of existence makes those giants clench their fists, but they also tolerate those things because they need to be under the same roof as Mechina.

I have to say that after the Blackheart King was admitted to the veterans of the subspace, those traitors who had become accustomed to the interference of chaos were regaining the honor and discipline of the Space Marines, although there was still a gap between them and the real Imperial Demigods, but they were just recovering, which was not difficult, although it was by no means good news for the Imperial Guard.

It was that shred of sanity that carried the Space Marines forward, pulling them back to their camp, the Chapel of the Astarte Monks and the Astarte Monastery that had been reserved for them inside the castle, but unlike the things of honor in the Empire, full of filth, disgusting words and runes, grotesque human skin creations or twisted iron spikes.

The symbol of the emperor turned into a chaotic eight-pointed star, the towering stained glass turned bright red, the skull was gone, and only the terrifying bright red candles burned with a faint light to illuminate the place.

In the vast monastery, Hagrid the Terminator fell to his knees on one knee and told the Chaos Gods about this time, only to feel his brother approaching.

"Why are you coming back now, the horn of war has been sounded, and you have to crush those Imperial Guards with your fists without weapons." Veteran Hagrid emphasized this, as if this was their only chance to make a comeback, and why the Space Marines paid so much attention to the castle's defenses.

If they miss this opportunity again, they will have to face real defenselessness, and now on the wall, those mortals dare not lend them automatic weapons, although the logging gun is like a toy, it is better than the possible lack of supplies.

Now their last chance of shame has been erased, like treating this group of giants who shake the universe as castrated roosters, nothing but long meat.

"They rejected our defense plan?" Hagrid had a surprised expression, along with the crumpled text that had been fighting for thousands of years, although his memory or body had only gone through less than a thousand years because of the existence of subspace, but even so, he was too old for a space marine.

(Many Imperial scholars are curious about the longevity of the Chaos Space Marines, because even the oldest existence of the Imperial Space Marines, the head of the Holy Blood Angels, does not necessarily have thousands of years of life (but many people think that he can reach that time, and even witness the rebirth or destruction of the Empire), most of the Space Marines only have a long life of a thousand years, and even if most of them do not live to the day of death, there are still relevant records in the huge Empire.

But the Chaos Space Marines often refresh this, and they become unusually long-lived, except for the gifts of the gods of unfilthy diseases and plagues, or the help of other gods, even the more "pure" (I know a bit strange to use that term, but it's also the most appropriate) traitors will live to the time when the empire is founded.

There are many scholars who believe that this is the cause of the subspace energy, and there are also places like the Eye of Dread or the Maelstrom that link to the subspace to spread their lives, and its strange time dimension standards, so we still have to admit that the number of Space Marines in the subspace may far exceed the current Empire. ）

In the subspace, he used to do what many powerful people were amazed by, but now, as long as he reaches the last years, his body will be extremely old and die, of course, until that moment comes, he is still healthy, healthy enough to tear through mortal flesh and blood, and even more terrifying because of his age.

But he still didn't expect that he would become so pathetic after coming to the material world, losing consecutive battles, pointing out that after being stationed in the broken world of Skadi, he would not have his usual good luck...

An inexplicable feeling crept into the mind of this old space marine, he was not the smartest or most powerful man he had ever met, but he still brought him a lot of things to this day, such as the terrible sense of smell for bad things.

"Don't act rashly during this time, no matter how much we lose, we must be stable internally, we must be stable, if this matter is violated, I will personally solve the violator."

Hagrid rarely uttered such words, and the traitorous Space Marines who had not stepped into the battlefield thought for a long time, those renegades had little discipline, and to be precise, most of their respect for the living ancestor came from his combat prowess and age, but these two things alone were enough.

They went back to their rooms, stocked up in the armory, and counted the weapons they had, while the Chaos Space Marines were notoriously poorly equipped, with cracked blasters, tattered armor, chainsaw swords lacking monomolecular blades, and their armories were not handing out armored vehicles or war engines because they weren't actually in war mode.

This situation is also the reason why many Space Marines are dissatisfied with the status quo, it is difficult for Qiao women to cook without rice, and the dimensional blacksmiths and pharmacists in the group cannot come up with good things.

That kind of dissatisfaction is getting worse and worse within the warband, on the contrary, those mechanical cults are entrenched in most of the supplies, and in this universe, they should probably never underestimate the hands-on ability of the space marines, and then they privately, one by one, the drawings of the mechanical cult storage area are collected, they want to steal weapons and equipment, and they will be ashamed, for the sake of their dead brothers, and for the sake of defeating the Imperial Guard, then their hearts are in great trouble.

And here is full of ambition, gearing up,

The Imperial Guard, however, seemed laid-back.

Because of the large number of supplies that occupy a high position in the war, at this moment the Sun Lord, Mr. Alan Bair, is crossing Erlang's legs and rubbing his precious weapons with holy oil, such as the Power Scythe and the Relic Pistol, while pretending to chant the non-binary of the Mechachant, no, the Mecha Prayer.

Dismantling the gun, wiping the gun, taking care of it like an Imperial Guard's infantry manual, and then taking a bite of the strange-tasting nuts with your oil-stained fingers, this is the state of the Imperial Guard today.

It's comfortable and different, to be precise, it's like a spring pressed down a little, you can bounce up anytime and anywhere, but it's not a state of pressure, they are all experts in war, and they can adjust to the edge at any time.

This is a rare holiday for the Skadi kids, a day of time to break in the daily trilogy of prayer, eating, and war for the emperor.

Most people will choose to play cards, some will play musical instruments, but the sound should not be too loud, it must not overpower the alarm and the shouts of the company staff, and the most popular should be the wine, no matter how it is brewed, no matter how pure it is, as long as there is alcohol, it can be used, they will flock to it.

The stupid big-headed soldiers have been with the military doctors many times because of this, and they have to be glad that the field doctors still understand how to treat stomach inflammation, that is, there are enough anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics.

They would also gather to sing military songs or pray, but in the end it would turn into a shoddy drinking convention, and the staff officers would be so forbidden that even the staff officers would have to drink them to convince them not to hold such a stupid action.

However, alcohol is the best stimulant for soldiers, no matter what time it is, as long as they take a sip, their combat effectiveness will increase, whether it is hot or cold, whether it is the minions of the chaos gods or the terrifying alien aliens.

They are the heroes of the Empire, and the Sun Lord has given them a lot of privileges, such as removing the non-war execution rights of the internal staff and giving them a rather exaggerated amount of supplies, because the Sun Lord feels that those soldiers have suffered too much in normal times, and it is rare to compensate them for this time.

The Leterin Boy boiled a cauldron of messy things, and the soldiers came smelling it, a spoonful for each of them, and some of them were amazed, and some of them ate a slipper.

But no matter how noisy it is, there are still few days when the Imperial Guard is so excited in this dark universe, and the Sun Lord has also finished taking care of his guns at this moment and carefully stowed away his weapons.

He has experienced a lot since he joined the army, but the main theme will never change, he knows very well that the comfort of the present is just a fleeting dream, before the bubble cracks, Alan Baier still needs to achieve more victories, maybe one day he can lie in some agricultural world and enjoy his old age, cultivate a lot of food for the empire, and provide more supplies to the soldiers, but now it is far from it, and it is far from it.

He raised the telescope and looked at the blurred picture in the telescope from dozens of kilometers away, this telescope full of imperial technology is far more powerful than most people imagine the Imperial Guard items, it not only has night vision, but also can exert the effect of the telescope, relying on a complex optical system to complete the limit of the naked eye detection distance, if only observing, even more than the ability of the bird.

Then Alan Bair took it and slammed it against the wall a few times, and the goddamn thing had another strange problem with the optics, and after the impact, the blurry picture gradually became clear, and the pitch-black walls, suffocating weapons, and intricate arrangements of soldiers came into view.

The enemy was already full of cowardice, they could not continue to ignore the approach of the Imperial Guard, those evil things should have felt trembling today, the invincibility of the Imperial Guard gave the cultists many nightmares that sprouted in their nightly dreams.

And the Space Marines didn't take the stage either, and there was no doubt that Alan Byer had succeeded, and he began to think about what to do next, until the sound of the clattering boots interrupted his thoughts.

"Ensign, aren't you going to make trouble?" The Sun Lord's familiar name of the one who spoke it, and the young man immediately replied.

"No, boss, I'm just here to accompany you."

"Stay with me?" Alan Baier put down the telescope with interest, he already knew important information, the enemy felt that there was a strange split in the enemy, at least the priests on the walls had replaced the existence of the Space Marines.

The second lieutenant said as he brought two bowls of hot slipper soup (a nickname for the stew the soldiers had made for the Leterin Kids). "All this time, you've been soaking here, looking at something."

"A lot of people are worried about you, boss, because you are separated from Miss Inquisitor."

Alan Baier took a sip of the stew, which tasted good and had a unique flavor, and then smiled. "I'm sorry, the women are very good, but they are still very backward in my current schedule, I am just observing the situation of the enemy."

The second lieutenant swallowed. "Are they really starting to crowd out the Space Marines? If I had a group of Space Marines fighting together, I would definitely treat them as VIPs. ”

Alan Baier asked again. "What if they're going to take up 80 percent of our current supplies?"

The second lieutenant hesitated for a moment, on the one hand, the demigods of the empire could not be treated badly, and on the other hand, flesh and blood compatriots, brothers and sisters... He thought for a moment, then replied. "My own people!"

Alan Baier nodded. "Yes, that's the case, I will, and I believe that those people will, after all, Space Marines are not human, no matter how great, powerful, and worshiped they are, they are not human in nature."

"And it's not my race..."

Halfway through his words, there was a sudden rumbling sound inside the castle, so big that it made people feel like their heads were buzzing, and countless soldiers, the Sun Lord, and all the people in the entire underground looked sideways, only to see the billowing black smoke crawling out of the interior of the castle, and the Sun Lord realized that the Space Marines had begun to rebel!

(End of chapter)