Loander, one of the countless nest capitals of the empire, is always taxed, diligent, ignorant and harsh, and is a model of the model for the empire, but for the people's livelihood in this world, the lords here are brutal and tyrannical, and they are forced to levy and plunder, but they trust the majesty of the god emperor more and are loyal.

As a result, the death came, and when the Governor's blood was moistened with the tower, a treacherous betrayal was also revealed, and the "cargo" that had been lowered to the "trading fleet" of the world's Engili spaceport in the name of friendly trade and other things raised its arms to slaughter the loyal people of the Empire.

The universe was long, things were sudden, and the void was extremely vast, so the faint news was stopped after the astral array was accurately interfered with by the non-psionic and burst the heads of many innocent oracle prophets.

In the midst of the decaying ruins, strange men dressed in Imperial Guard generals' uniforms, with no rank on their shoulders and no sign of the Holy Aquila, held up a familiar weapon with a handle, the Skadians' favorite heat-ray guns, burst guns, and calmly looked down from the top of the ruins.

The intricate reinforced concrete road, with its parked vehicles and dead corpses, served as a source of supplies for the entire strange criminal army, but the area they cared about the most was the star-speaking fortress with a strange posture designed to spread the signal.

Surrounded by Gothic black gold, the Void Shield in a trance under the flames of the Earth-Shaking Cannon, and the jumble of Imperial Guards and pdf defenses buried in countless ditches and trenches, it is hard to imagine such a loyal person in such a world, even when it is not advantageous in weaponry, numbers, and individual training.

The "general" man in a high position chattered. "I hate them." "Because they are foolish, they worship the Emperor of the Corpse. Because they are narrow-minded, they refuse to accept the true power of the dark gods and, above all, their own glory. But I have no less compassion for them. ”

"What's ...... Good mercy...... My lord? The voice came from Custer, a man named Eddard. Feng. The adjutant of the evil war lord of the card is more favored than asked, and the interesting Slarx is an illegal psyker who specializes in psychic finally.

As a result, his sumptuous robes are intricately decorated with tinkling stills and experimental spirit grenades.

The sound he made from the mask was like that of a drowning man, gasping for breath in his alveolar fluid.

"Slark, my Voyeur, don't you understand? These poor people are deprived of everything," Ed. Feng. Ka gushed out. "They refuse to share in the psionic bounty of their Star Whisperers because their God-Emperor has taught them greed, cruelty, and selfishness.

He taught them that their lives could only be meaningful through suffering, and that freedom and rights were just clever names for curses.

I pity them, whose faith is based on weakness, clinging to what they now have and refusing to give or accept gifts that are rightfully theirs, and we must set an example and show them a better way. ”

As he spoke, the roar of artillery fire rumbled through the air, and the evil troop lord raised his haughty head and watched as the cannonballs flew from behind the artillery camp to the fortress's shield, and then exploded in an instant.

Filthy flames bloomed while the Void Shield flickered, and with fragments splattered from the explosion and thick clouds hundreds of meters high swirled around the shield's bright outer circle, making their efforts even more furious and at the same time ineffective, pathetic.

"We still can't break their shields from range, my lord," Custer said. "However, the Imperial Army survived ...... Within the temple area. ”

"They continue to have the capacity to spare...... Harassing our flanks, if the Star Whisperers of Lord Ngilli Spaceport, Lord of the Entli Spaceport, Lord Bandelta, find out before the next stage that we have not been able to receive the Star Whisperers, then after many hours, even if we take the ...... After the Sanctuary...... Then he will ...... Punish us for our failures. His tone was desperate and wavering, and the uncertainty of his psionic energy overflowed that caused many mortal soldiers to scream at the sight of a terrible hallucination.

"Be patient, Custer." Ed. Feng. Ka soothed his evil lieutenant in a sincere and pleasant tone. "Fight with composure until the last drop of blood and liquid is drawn, remembering that Entropy is our partner and the Chaos Gods are on our side."

"Suffering is our gift. Hunger, despair, scheming, rage, assassination, betrayal, the inevitability of chaos that makes this battlefield even more uncertain, are the medium through which the power of our gods spreads, and this is what those who understand the will of the gods teach us when we step into this religion. ”

"Praise ...... darkness," Custer chuckled.

"Praise to the dark!" The Dark War Lord repeated before continuing. "Eventually, our enemies will throw in the towel, Custer, and as for the Imperial Guards hiding in the Templars, let them try to fight us!"

"Let them use that insignificant power against the indomitable power of the Engilli Legion! I commend them for their tenacity and enjoy the utter despair of their cause. Let us give them suffering, and they will help to achieve our true purpose in this round, let us ...... Give generously! ”

Another round of bombardment continued, and the artillery battalion turned countless high-explosive munitions into the most terrifying roars under its command, while many unique eccentrics took up their weapons, with carapace armor, chainsaw swords, deflagration guns, and tattoos with many unique and crazy patterns, grotesque runes, or worst of all, the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star.

And this grotesque army is composed of two kinds of people, one is the orphans who appeared in the bad order of the Engili spaceport and are collected, and finally trained to form a warrior, or the worst and most terrible mercenary of all, the mercenary king who has experienced a hundred battles and achieved great achievements.

At the same time, those runes are not meant to show their bodies and threaten the enemy, but are smeared by the Chaos Wizard, the Master Psyker and other people closest to Chaos with a stroke of sorcery fuel, which will not fall for life and strengthen the subspace sensing ability of the appreciated.

Foul language from the Supreme Heaven is always enveloped in the chaotic ability to pour into the bodies of those miserable people while strengthening their perception or physique, and in times of crisis, they will even feel the prompting or assistance of the chaos gods, but there is no free power in subspace, and at the same time, there is a high probability of death by runes, and those who are mutated or crazy due to the application of paint cannot enlist in the army, and are put in a cage as waste, and then cut and rotted as the "raw material" of the next paint to reduce the work of the chaos wizards.

At the same time, in order to ensure the blood of those warriors, the master of Njili Harbor, the Ronin Trader Bandtar, strictly requires those warriors not to train and not to hold command positions, but to be sent to the space station on the edge of the outer edge of Njili Harbor, relying on complex Void Behemoths to attract equipment, use rudimentary small fighter jets, and near-ground defense weapons to fight those monsters, and swallow their flesh and blood.

It can be said that everyone here is an expert in shooting, a master of combat, and the extreme removal of all kinds of high-mobility warfare, at the cost of not knowing anything about what should be clear to mankind except for war.

For them, it is not a job, not a toil, but a fight, a fight, a warrior nation, a man-made fighting nation that is both crazy and pathetic, and at the same time has spent a lot of looted supplies in the port of Engili and millions of dollars invested by the merchant dynasty, and in order to prove that their Chaos faith and those throne coins have not been lost, those inhuman things take up arms and charge forward.

Burst beams, chainsaw swords, magic, and carapace, individual weapons better than the Empire's elite Stormtroopers, and the grotesque combination of chaos magic erupts that abnormal wildness on the battlefield, while at the same time, in order to cover those guys, the psychic wizard Custer's psionic energy envelops thousands of civilians and acts as meat shields to resist.

They were carefully selected, many of them family members of dignitaries and soldiers of the Guard, and the slightest hesitation to fire from the other side would have brought the terrifying dimension of the chaos to effect under the cover of artillery fire.

There is a saying in the Empire that a mad wizard is worth several companies, and now those civilian mortals with weapons are operated by the Chaos Wizard to charge forward, but they are still kept in memory and will, and they are enveloped in body nerves by the powerful force, and they are crying and mad as they charge.

In order to make the other side merciful, the choice is mostly for the elderly, children, women, and it is very vicious!

The soldiers of the Imperial Guard did not dare to shoot, not even if the company commander roared angrily, until the staff officer killed a soldier with an explosive bomb, and the trench burst into flames, but a delay of a few seconds was enough for a fierce battlefield, and the faint slope that connected the fortress was already crawling with civilians and rebel soldiers.

"We are the embodiment of entropy!" In the midst of the bloody wind, the dark lord Ed. Feng. Ka shouted. "We are inevitable death, unstoppable attrition, and we will crush these heretics until they give us what we want."

In the midst of that hysterical shout, the Dark Legion poked out its evil form, and the rune-clad warriors armed with heat rays destroyed the Chimera: armored vehicles or reconnaissance tanks that were parked near the trenches, and the troops lacking heavy firepower and armor were retreating.

Soon, one trench, two, three, under barbed wire and faith could not protect the position, and a bad sense of shame permeated the hearts of those Imperial Guard commanders.

But the only thing that awaited them was a continuous war of raids, the corpses that had filled the ground since the enemy's flesh had passed through the Void Shield, the damage caused by logging guns or explosive bombs, the evil killed by flamethrowers, but even the results of those warriors' desperate efforts became meaningless in the loss of the whole breakthrough.

The war was almost one-sided in favor of the enemies of the Empire, where the wicked and the mad gathered, then swelled plunder, and declared their own justice and morality, after which tens of thousands of dense heads crowded through the embarrassing ravines and trenches, slaughtering the soldiers of the Imperial Guard with weapons and death.

Blood stained the ground red, smoke drifted into the gray sky, the death of this world was predestined, the miracle seemed to be gone, the last trench front barely kept running, and the soldiers kept filling up the shells and weapons as if their hands were about to be burned by the speed band.

But in addition to the number of captured light armored vehicles, those weapons of the service empire sprayed tongues of fire, the Imperial Guard company commander held down the heavy gunner and asked the weapon group to lie down, but when the pressed weapon hand felt the warmth on his forehead, he saw the fierce company commander fall down at this moment.

The chain of explosive shells of the Chimera armored car tore open his chest, and the carapace only ensured that he still had a complete corpse, and the shredded flesh carried the astonishing hollowness of a mortal sniper, and death was displayed in front of everyone.

And in such a desperate moment, the screams and despair of heresy expectations did not appear, but on the contrary, the battlefield prayers representing the emperor's will continued.

“Oath to obedience

I pledge my service to thee， God-emperor of mankind. Do with me as You please， for my faith is absolute.

Oath of Surrender (repeated when mentally vulnerable)

The Emperor of the World, I swear to serve my son. Ren Zi applied me because I persevered in my faith.

The Emperor of the World, I swear to serve my son. Ren Zi will use me, because I believe in it! ”

The soldiers prayed incessantly, their wills redirected to their bodies, and the bombs roared and the sound was incessant, loud and loud.

“Death Incantation

I fear no evil， I fear no death， for the Emperor comes for me.

Dying mantra (to be recited before death)

I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of demons, just because the emperor came to take me!

Fear Incantation

Fear is naught， for my faith is strong.”

"Mantra of Fear (can be recited at any time)

Fear is like nothingness, because I am devout! ”

If loyalty can break the demons, then the mortals in this world may easily win, because it is no longer family or honor that insists on fighting them, nor survival, but loyalty, loyalty to the lord of mankind, and vows to break the evil way!

And the warlord Ed. Feng. Card yelled. "My lieutenant, use your magic!"

"I want their corpse emperor faith, and their souls are scattered!"

Chaos wizards listen to orders, sing high and low, use their means, filthy spells, chaos wails, one after another, endlessly, but let those terrible spirits vent, but although the faith is strong, the will is strong, but it cannot overcome the chaos power, scorching and burning.

If the God Emperor was by his side, the filthy curse would naturally be broken, but now before the throne, there are only courtiers and fools...

There is no hope anymore, death will come, blood will continue, comrades-in-arms will begin to attack each other, lovers and relatives cannot be distinguished, this last fortress will be broken, and the cruel war will be lost.

But no matter how desperate the moment is, there are still people chanting prayers, so why is the emperor no longer around?

Beyond the atmosphere, between the stars, the scorching stars fall into the world, which is carved runes, the majesty of the warband, the destruction of the eagle, the wings soaring.

Anyone who can raise his head shouts that an angel has descended, and the airdrop warehouse falls into the battlefield, and the armor is red and white, indicating that the warriors have arrived and the natural disaster has come.

(End of chapter)