The Inquisitor's personal servo skull glowed bright red and spat out those warnings, and Hagrid was as furious as a lion, and he never thought that his brothers would betray his will until he gave the order.

The fireplace in his private room, adorned with many wavy patterns, crackled and flickered as if disturbed by the heart of its master, and the mortal servants who served the giants felt an inexplicable drop in temperature.

Rage, considerable rage, appeared on the giant, and the sharp Terminator power claws burst out, cutting through the air in time, turning the chattering servo skull directly into a blue spark in the air.

The few Imperial creations in the hands of the Grand Inquisitor except for the rose knot also disappeared at this moment, and the air was quiet, and only Hagrid, with a gloomy face, advanced towards the armory, because he knew very well that those battle brothers could only go to the armory to place weapons and supplies.

The "uninvited guest" came when the giant's body stepped into a place full of weapons and ammunition and several Riemanus, where the mortal servants were learning how to use their methods of the Kailand Marauders on top of the Imperial Guard's engines, and the Space Marines were happy to share their loot.

When the first Space Marine realized that an inevitable punishment would fall on his body, there was no regret in his eyes, not for his own selfish desires, but because the raid had even provoked unity among his brothers.

But when Hagrid's large, thick hand landed on the armor that looked so much thinner than the Terminator, fear still lingered.

But before the blame or punishment comes, before the Space Marines are timid, Hagrid said. "Well done, well done, now reorganize, let's take down the watchtower and the wall! And that arrogant inquisitor and unsmiling old skeleton! ”

Unexpectedly, what awaits them is not fierce anger or punishment, but accusations against the Mechonists and the Inquisitor, Hagrid also bears a lot of pressure and contradictions, as a Space Marine, he instinctively knows that he can solve those annoying things by force, but he can't fulfill them because of his high position.

So he had the motive and the ability to fight, and he didn't blame his brothers, but he was angry at the wicked faces of those who had been protected by him.

"Brothers, war is not like this, it bites each other internally, but I have to evaluate that for most of my service, things were not like this."

"We are divided into two parts, the 1-3 companies are responsible for attacking the enemy's command center, attacking the center of the core area of the castle, and the chapel where the Grand Inquisitor and the Great Sage of the Mechanic Sect live, and the 4th company or more and still alive, all go to the wall and declare war on the Imperial Guard!"

Hagrid shouted loudly, without the use of a grid, and his voice was powerful without a hint of electromagnetism, which was very inspiring, even for Space Marines.

Although he didn't know if it was reasonable to deal with two forces at once, he had an innate arrogance, and when the Terminator veteran company of the first company moved forward, he began to prepare for the attack as the commander of the war group.

The Chaos traitors now looked at their commanders as faithfully and silently as the believers who listened to the priest's worship, expecting change, not the way they are now.

It can be said that today's situation is caused by the resources of Chaos and the Empire towards space marines and the complex emotions of jealousy, fear, and worship that are filled with the hearts of mortal soldiers from time to time.

This situation is even more serious in the camp of the traitors who do not have the Astarte Codex and the Chaos Space Marines who are larger than the Empire and whose warriors have questionable personalities, and they already have such contradictions, and even the Blackheart King has stabilized his rule by splitting the relationship between the Star Marines and other factions.

There are pros and cons, the contradictions and problems that erupted in the special situation at this moment made this matter finally climb to the table, but the black-hearted king will not give up food because of choking, special circumstances are not the whole situation, it is conceivable that such a situation will only get more and more serious in the next thousands of years.

Contradictions didn't appear in a day, gunpowder was burning, the fuses were crackling, and the slightest smell of gunpowder had climbed the tip of the noses of the Mecha and the traitorous mortal legions, didn't they know?

When the Grand Sage and the Inquisitor drank and drank in the chapel in the center of the castle, they never took the Imperial Guard seriously, but they saw the castle as indestructible and terrifyingly strong, and could not be taken even if the enemy entered the interior.

That arrogance was not stupid, they had that kind of confident hole cards, since the elite internal defense troops were stationed here, and small tunnel attacks were the most comfortable thing for them, and because of this they concluded that the enemy would abandon the internal siege and choose to attack the castle walls externally.

But the Imperial Guard's answer was to stand still, and the Inquisitor shook the glass in his hand, the bright red liquid swaying, and he admitted that the Imperial Guard Commander was very smart, but he didn't think that the Space Marines could cause great losses.

But as an inquisitor, the sixth sense brought by dealing with demons all year round made this former elite of the empire frown, and the subconscious and even anti-self feeling and the sixth sense of the data panel is the secret of this inquisitor's survival, especially when he was caught by the blackheart king, he also sensitively chose to betray.

"Remember the group of defense troops you gave me, focusing on the defense of the inside of the castle, about 20,000 soldiers." The Great Sage interrupted his thoughts and explained.

"The inside of the castle can block the road, leaving only a long corridor that is too long for mortals to penetrate, a full mile and a huge scale, and the special mechanism inside the castle can make all the curves that are usually convenient for traffic become walls."

"And those elite flintlock pistols can penetrate their armor, don't worry, the modified terracotta steel jumping shield can also resist the power of explosive bombs, and the space marines will definitely not be able to break through the inner defenses to reach the outer walls that can confront the Imperial Guard, and they will not be able to really get anything more."

The Great Sage's evaluation was emotionless, and his predictions and thoughts were so accurate that he persuaded the Inquisitor, who had been moving forward according to his thoughts and sixth sense, and missed the last chance to make peace.

The opulent land of nobility, the countless luxuries that have been remodeled in the chapel, with a pathetic contempt for the Space Marine warriors and obscures their eyes.

There is no shortage of people in this world who find problems, but no one will ever solve them, as long as no one makes a voice, then things do not exist, they are not unclear, they just don't believe it.

Many things should be covered up before they happen, the accompaniment of duty and power is not important to them, thinking has become a burden, and the side effects of that stupidity have arrived, the narrow and small castle interiors, the gray black walls, the clumsy bunkers and shields that are not even as good as normal.

What elite troops, it's all nonsense, and here is just a group of stupid fanatics who have taken drugs and are overwhelmed and shouting the so-called victory declaration to the demigods.

But even if there really is that so-called elite force, the Star Marine's gang-jumping technology is still the strongest in the Empire, what mortal troops can cross such a trench?

The trembling mentally ill who fought hunger and weakness with potions, and held aloft logging guns that supposedly could break through the armor of the Space Marines, were in the worst state of the world, and perhaps worse than them were the Skadi slaves.

But if you look closely, they all have peculiar nails on their temples, which are attached to their heads like stamps, and the small and filthy logo of the Black Machine Cult stands in them.

They were on high alert, tense, and the main road, with a permanent garrison of about 6,000 men, almost filled the long road, filling it with flesh and crude junk weapons, delaying, drawing fire and accomplishing the insignificant sacrifices, and fulfilling prayers to the gods of chaos with the help of medicine and their own hallucinations.

They had no merit other than the fear of death caused by hallucinogens, and the words of the Great Sage were like demagogic things, which had no practical meaning in the first place.

And how could a mechanical sage be stupid, or did he think he had devised a crowd tactic that could exhaust the Space Marines? This idea is not only incomprehensible to most Space Marines, but even Hagrid himself.

After the orniths showed the general situation and the unenlisted recruits scouted, the absurd situation was presented to the Space Marines, as if the most ridiculous joke was being played out in the universe.

"How can those stinky fish and rotten shrimp resist us, sir, charge." A Terminator veteran of the 1st Company said such words with his grid, which was also the inner thoughts of most of the Supermen of the 1st-3rd Company.

Hagrid was hesitant for a moment, but when he reconfirmed the dead silence of the Bird Complementer, his thoughts were completely certain. "Attack!"

"A company breaks through head-on, 2 companies, 3 companies suppress firepower, bypass the enemy's core fire area, rely on the strong defense of the Terminator's armor, use the Kraken explosive bomb with strong armor-piercing ability to attack the enemy, and try to break through this area as quickly as possible."

The Sun Lord believes that orderliness is the highest evaluation to describe the legion, discipline is obedience, will, and the most direct manifestation of the combat effectiveness of the group, and the Space Marines are the best among them, when those Chaos veterans move forward like clones, and the Storm Blaster fires together to suppress and tear the flesh, the sense of threat makes people feel that they are facing a wall that can be shot.

The powerful firepower tore through most of the visible defenses, and the flanking troops attacked some of the cultists who were still active, lest they play self-detonation or one-for-one, which is also the truest portrayal of most mortal troops facing space marines, like adults facing small children.

There is a gap in the quality of physical strength and weapons in the special operations unit of the real gun to deal with the slingshot or the firecrackers made by children, although some children can rely on high-intensity action and better equipment, fighting will, and combat experience to make up for the almost fatal gap, but at present, those who are fleeing in embarrassment can't do it.

And the inquisitor in the chapel soon got countless requests for retreat, and the liaison ran again and again, so that the inquisitor directly asked the guy not to bother him, it didn't matter how many people died, only reported the speed of the space marine's advance.

To be honest, he already regretted it a little at the moment, but the Great Sage was still very calm, he couldn't understand why the Great Sage could treat the information of the soldiers' retreat as nothing, but whether it was a mechanical sage or an inquisitor, they were not commanders in essence, to be precise, they were just high-powered nobles.

The inquisitor was distraught and spoke. "Why are you so calm, they are advancing, and at this rate, they can break through our defenses in an afternoon."

The sage simply sensed the battlefield with his small internal ornith, what the terrible mechanical giant was waiting for, and said in that emotionless word. "The elite you've given me is about to kick in."

"What kind of elite, isn't it defending now?!" The Inquisitor suddenly realized that something was wrong, and after a long, chaotic buzz, as the Space Marines had killed more than half of the defenses, small corridors peeked out of the terrifying corridors, as if the death of three thousand had become the activation button for something.

"What, contact from the blockade mode when encountering the enemy?" Hagrid is incredible, exposing those things at this moment is equivalent to allowing the Space Marines to seize the opportunity, guerrilla warfare and group combat are their special skills, as long as they enter the fork in the road, they can get the absolute initiative.

"Those stupid guys, they're really looking for death!" A soldier of the third company stepped forward, and the red giant was forgiving, because the previous shot of those stupid things could not even scratch his armor, filled him with stupid self-confidence.

But when the tunnel glowed with a green glow, a thumping sound, thunder, and radiant smoke, the shot of the depleted uranium flintlock pistol pierced through the body of the war brothers, and several mechanical fighter servants in Imperial Guard uniforms slowly moved forward with giant guns.

"What is this?!" Hagrid was surprised and said, could it be that all the monsters collected on Skadi were forged like this?

The giant tracks and thick industrial-grade arms, coupled with the veteran's head as a wet piece, made people unbelievable monsters, even Hagrid felt terrible even after a lot of things.

The soldiers had their brains lobeced, their hair shaved, their pipes inserted, their limbs cut off, their bodies surrounded by adamantite gold, and the grids wailing all the time, demanding that the Space Marines kill themselves, kill themselves who have turned into monsters.

But their bodies involuntarily attacked, accurate and terrifying, far beyond the reflexes of ordinary servants, and when Hagrid dodged the attack and raised the storm bomb on his arm to shoot, chaotic fireworks burst out, and several blasts could take down a monster, and such a thing... There are thousands of them at the moment?!

The Inquisitor, who was high up outside the war, also got the information, and when he realized what the Mechonists had done with their soldiers, he asked the Mechin incredulously. "You made them all monsters?!"

He was supposed to get better weaponry because he arrived in the Mechon, and those people would have been better weaponized instead...

"20,000 people, survivors, 2,000, the odds are slightly lower, but they retain their combat experience and reflexes, which is quite good." The words were toneless, but they were creepy, and the inquisitor looked at the mechanical sage in front of him, this monster, he couldn't tell whether the space soldier was a demon or he was a demon.

(End of chapter)