The clash of things next to the low-Earth orbit defense array was piled high into a mountain range of corpses, but it didn't stink, just countless heavy carts transported the corpses, and then landed on them, thick juice, viruses, fat flies, disgusting buzzing things.

Finally, many robed wizards painted many other symbols with chaos symbols and intricate runes, grease and human blood, looking very much like the shamanic culture that the people of the ancient terra era were obsessed with, but with a difference.

As a result, violent subspace storms are distorting time and space here, destabilizing the remote passages where the Space Marines arrived, and it is this behavior that prevents divination instruments from touching the core of their strategy, and also attracts the Destruction Eagle because of it.

That Ed. Feng. Ka, the greatest honorable man of the Guterra family to date, looked at them with disgust but expectation, and he sat in his clean office, enjoying the steaks and witnessing the chaotic and disgusting death.

His heart is very complicated, because human nature is so complicated, he instinctively resists filth, what is he expecting, but soon, he subconsciously asked. "Custer, your strength is fast..."

He covered his mouth, his mind turning, and a sadness crept over his mind, for he had lost his lieutenant, and now the Starwhisperer had not been gained, and the two wizards he had brought with him from Port Engilli had returned to the heavens.

He was quite ambivalent, disgusted with filth and worshipping the Lord of the Plague, disliked wizards and relied on psionic powers, and hated the negative emotions and effects of those psionic powers that he envied in his heart, but feared the negative emotions and effects of those psionic powers.

It's just that at this moment, he has been forced to change a lot, no one expected that the alpha-level wizard would be killed, and no one would realize that this war would become like this. Feng. Ka looked at the huge mountain range of death composed of his own strength, what is the use of this giant thing and miracle, without wizards, without star whisperers, their dreams of forging alpha+ level psionics will also disappear.

Nowadays, the wizards who set up the stage are only the entry level that can activate psionic energy, and the best thing for them to enter is to be swept away by psionic energy and gifts, and their heads will be blown out.

"Hmm..."He let out a low snort, but there was nothing he could do, the situation of those psionic things was not something he was good at, he could only let things go on, and then guard this place, waiting for Ngilli Harbor to send a new alpha-level psionic to participate in this bloody filthy feast, and let the Chaos Gods pour countless mortal souls into his head.

However, time is running out, after seven days, if no support arrives, the ritual will be invalidated, and at the end of this darkest millennium, according to Terra time, seven days later will be the 700th year of this millennium, and it is also the most suitable time for gathering psionic energy in this entire millennium, and infusing the psionic mage with the benevolent plague lord into his new life.

"Failed... Or is there something new coming in? He muttered to himself, distraught, Ed. Feng. Ka, who had always been known for his excellent luck and sensitive senses, glanced at his deputy position lonely, and then turned on the communicator.

"The rest of the warriors of Enjili, one-third, gathered near the orbital defense system, and then the remaining troops are stationed in Starport, our cauldron has reached the final stage, and there is no need to continue killing, but don't forget, we are not the only ones in this world, for the sake of the dark gods, first hold our posts, and support will arrive soon. Soon..."

He wasn't quite sure, he wasn't afraid, it was just that the ritual was very important, and an Alpha+ level psionic could really become a legion by himself, fighting for this star sector for the Lord of Gilli, or even more.

The atmosphere of war was becoming stronger, more solidified, and he liked the feeling that it meant that he was becoming more solid, stronger, and trusted in his own power.

He has the big picture in control, victory is in sight, the Space Marines and the Imperial Guard are only remnants, and he is strong and well-stocked.

The gods of chaos have spoiled them, and this group of traitors believes in those clumsy lies, but the fear of demons is buried deep in their hearts, which is the emotion of humanity since the beginning of ancient Terra, and no amount of admiration they can completely dispel their essence.

These are troops as complex and twisted as their commands, and there is no doubt that they are also absolutely formidable enemies, so countless trenches and fortresses constantly guard those things of chaos.

Those fortresses have nothing to do with loyalty, they are probably not kind, they are only guarded for better killing, the honor that once belonged to the Imperial Guard and the props used in war, the fortresses and fortresses that protect the empire's territory, are all occupied by doves and used against those who were originally protected by them.

At the same time, the Thunderhawk gunboat tore through the dark clouds of thick poisonous gas and lingered in the sky, leaving a beautiful trail of steam from the tail, and the master chief sat on it, using sophisticated bird divination instruments to collect battlefield data, terrain, to determine the bombing situation for mortals.

"The range of the Void Shield, probably—" His finger sketched enough coordinates on the screen, but even the Empire's greatest flying engine couldn't get too close to the enemy, otherwise the multiple multi-burst bombs on the fortress would easily tear through the wings, and even if it used the same material as the Rand Saboteurs, the Thunderhawk made for flight was much weaker than the armor of most ground vehicles.

Therefore, after its sensitive equipment sensed being locked by the Ornithine Instrument, Divine Algebra calculated the range of those fire control arrays, and the pilot, was not an experienced mortal servant.

Because most of the mortal minions, especially the experienced ones, had already died in the first wave of attacks, and the Baptismal Fire did not dare to send new people because of the fear of orbital attacks, although this young man was not very reliable, but currently... Master Chief is the only one he can trust.

Although as a newcomer he still has many things, training, many tests, such as now, he shouts chaotically. "There's an enemy, it's locked! My lord! Go back, ahead is the air defense airspace that is to be plugged! ”

And the Master Chief had no fear, said. "Forward, I know those weapons, keep them at their current altitude, they can't touch us outside of range."

The pilot hesitated for a moment, then continued on, the Thunderhawk gunboat roared into the enemy's defenses, countless anti-aircraft batteries immediately responded to its impolite uninvited guests, heavy prevention and control equipment climbed up the driver, long black pipes like organs in hell, coaxing and singing, and to clean the restless singing.

The bright projectiles emitted residual heat and smoke, breaking through the clouds at a very high speed in the sky, leaving a trail in the clouds that looked like small holes dug by creatures in the sand.

Master Chief shouted at the moment. "No, five meters up!" The driver was caught off guard and could only hurriedly pull up, and at that moment of life and death, the projectile grazed the armor of the Thunderhawk gunboat at the moment when it spit out hot air, but this insignificant abrasion made the gunboat shake.

The master chief held the gunboat fuselage and stabilized his body, and the mechanical arm held the instrument to record, while the hellish music that greeted them became more and more cheerful, intense, and complex.

"It's crazy, they've fired thousands of rounds to keep us from falling?!" The driver scolded with palpitations.

Master Chief just said. "This will be the case in the coming days, ready to experience the fastest ascent?"

"If someone like you survives this time, then the empire will probably come to the darkest days of this era, which is the darkest time after the era of the Great Rebellion, and at the same time your unlimited opportunities."

The driver asked. "Worse than the age of apostasy?" He was convinced of any words of the living legend of the Eagle, so he didn't hesitate to ask.

"I'm afraid it's worse." The Master Chief watched the ground warily, and after his death, he now had an anticipation of many things, and the effect similar to psionic prophecy allowed him to see the unpredictable trajectory of cannonballs, much like the omniscient omnipotence that Odin traded his eyeballs for in Norse mythology.

He also used the clarity of his vision in exchange for the ability to advance psionic energy, but whether it was a gift from the emperor or a conspiracy of the gods or a harmless genetic mutation made the master chief puzzled, and even the pharmacists in the war group could not answer the core of the question.

However, it is not bad to be able to help the current empire, although there are many confusions and doubts, and the Master Chief does not care, because he is destined to only die, so he will not be confined to good and evil, only for the empire.

When the pilot frightened the Thunderhawk gunboat down, I don't know if he still had the words of the Master Chief just now in his mind, because the fire control lock was lost, they finally had the courage to lower under the clouds. "There is no trace of lockdown, Emperor bless."

"But I haven't seen the fortress yet, keep descending! If this reconnaissance is not clear, then even if the company leader turns off the Void Engine, he will not be able to destroy the enemy's core firepower with bombardment in the first place. "The non-commissioned officer said calmly that for the overall battle situation, this time is not difficult.

"Yes, my lord...", the driver looked down dissatisfied, the cowardice of a mortal, but his level of operation still reached a height that is rare in the Imperial Guard, but he had not experienced the hundreds of years of war, endless war...

The Master Chief just lowered his head and looked at the vague nightmare under the clouds, it was a ferocious monster, huge, and the whole was quite interesting, countless pitch-black batteries, like a mountain-like whole, mountains made of metal, filled with all kinds of weapons, and countless trenches were indistinctly formed, like the texture of an iron frame on a barbecue.

Master Chief he just lifted the equipment and pasted the many runes representing the engine, power, and ammunition depot on the holographic projection one by one.

"How?" The driver was very scared, and the master chief just replied. "Normal, we can go back soon, this war will be a lot easier."

"Emperor bless, we survived!" The driver began to pull up with relief, and for the first time he felt that driving the engine required such a great burden in his heart.

It's just that the Master Chief looked at the messy and devastated ground underground, but his thoughts were far away, and he vaguely felt something, it was not a war equipment, but it emitted bright and disgusting psionic energy and heat.

His focus was on where, and then it quickly became clear that around the fortress, there was something...

"Down...," he said suddenly.

The driver asked uncertainly. "Here? This is the enemy's core area?! ”

"It's for victory, if you really are my future brother, you have to fall, it's not a request, it's an order!" His tone was very serious, and the feeling made the driver hesitate, but he wasn't a coward, so he quickly began to decline.

Master Chief's vision continued to drop and fall, and what came to his mind became more and more visible, a huge mountain range on which huge monsters were boiling something, huge demons, like the sculptures he had seen when he had killed traitors.

"Lord of the Plague—" he muttered, and when reality was in front of him, he determined the goal of this group of rebel legions, a crucible that belonged to them alone, boiling all the souls of this world.

"Emperor—" The pilot looked at the rotting things on the ground in disbelief, and the defenses here were denser than anywhere before, and dozens of anti-aircraft shells were already ready to move.

"Get out of the way!" The master officer shouted, the pilot began to pull up, countless projectiles fell like raindrops, but the Thunderhawk gunboat became a bird in the rainstorm, and even if the master chief hid his head back in the cabin, the violent projectiles left a hot mark on his helmet.

"Damn..."The whole gunboat was shaking, and the nasty stuff sent out dirt projectiles to shoot at the Space Marine's mounts until its engine was hit by the projectile, and the overall speed slowed down and it no longer lifted into the air, the Master Chief shouted anxiously. Keep rising! ”

"No! Our engine is having a problem! O Emperor! "The driver is messing with the complex instruments.

"Calm down, calm down." Master Chief emphasized. "In any case, keep the gunboat lift, this behemoth has many engines, don't be afraid of heretics, we have routed them!"

The driver calmed down and looked at a number of instruments. "The engine, the secondary engine is fine, it just needs to—" He recalled many things from the training session, and the body roared, and the concentrated side of the engine spewed out black smoke again, only the sound became louder.

"It worked!" He gasped for breath and sweat drenched his uniform, but overall, it was good.

Master Chief smiled with satisfaction. "Very good, very good, you really have the ability to surpass many people, it's just that you are subconsciously timid and make it impossible to play, you must have trained many times..."

"Remember, the emperor and we are always by your side, there is no need to fear, only in this way can you survive and live better."

"Yes, my lord—" The pilot just looked at the respected warrior with some uncertainties, driving the rickety Thunderhawk gunboat slowly too high, returning to the camp amid the roar of countless cannons and the roar of heresy, maybe he would become one of the countless little legends of the Empire, maybe he would continue to be obscure, but overall, he had done quite successfully in today's pilot.

(End of chapter)