The sky gradually brightened, and those virus toxin bombs and greasy clouds finally dissipated in time, of course, the wounds it caused to Loander could not be repaired for a short time, but it also proved that chaos would eventually dissipate, but it was more serious than no, for a long time.

The warm, even hot glow of the stars shone through the trenches, making the mud thicker, but no soldier complained about the warmth of the sun, because it was too precious.

The people of Loande have survived the winter-like rainstorms, and the mad believers, the terrible wizards, those who are still alive or still alive are enjoying the meagre warmth.

Captain Teske rarely stepped out of the command car, and after a day of capturing this place, they now had the first peace of the month, and the last peace of their lives, so it was extra valuable.

"Good days, the warm glow makes me feel comfortable, and the emperor loves such a time—" he sighed to his lieutenant, for the warriors, including himself, were already rotten wood.

And today, in their spare time, the soldiers do not play cards and drink like the Skadians, but read the faith of the Emperor more harshly, sing the praises of dogma, and really look at it, the Loanders are even more than their enemies in terms of faith.

The extreme loyalty and faith of this world due to brutal oppression is exemplary, and it is cruel and ridiculous that the Empire only needs such a place, because they cannot even protect their homeland now, and if it were not for the help of the Destruction Eagle and the Skadians, they would have bowed down to those heretics.

Lucky, protected by the emperor, but put a shackle on the captain's heart, that represents the shame of the incompetence of the Loanders, no matter what the Space Marines say, shame is always shame, they need to redeem the emperor with war and life, tell him that the Loanders are not worthless, they are also soldiers of the empire, and they are also your pawns.

He meditated on those prayers, piety and honor in his heart, as was the case with the people of Loand, if there was anyone in this sector who had survived tyranny and oppression, who had now been invaded and tortured, and who still believed in the Emperor and remained steadfast.

Ironically, it was the death of the Emperor's most loyal followers that made the gods even more happy with their souls struggling to hate the Chaos Gods, and it was their unwavering devotion that led to the present scourge of killing, and one could only hope that their souls would be snatched back by the Emperor so that they could kneel under the Golden Throne and not in the Crucible.

Such a task is placed on the Master Chief, and if his raid is successful, the Golden Throne can rest in peace for those who are patheticly loyal, and not be turned into a pot of twisted good soup ...

Therefore, the captain wishes the Space Marines from the bottom of his heart, that their victory can bring the world to rest, slay the heretics, and let the Emperor's light shine on the souls of those who have been slaughtered.

Rest time was precious, and the staff officers roamed the trenches, announcing that the soldiers should dry their guns, anoint them with holy oil, and be ready to respond to enemy attacks at any time.

Even if no one attacked today, the next day, the third day of the raid at the agreed time, they had to attack the fort and hold out all day so that the enemy would no longer notice the movements inside the fort.

Their battle is doomed, it must be meaningful, march towards death, use the last residual heat of life, but the commander does not like the enemy to leave them quiet, after all, defense is easier than attack, if they fight today, the success rate tomorrow will be higher, although cruel for soldiers, but for this world is crucial.

But the enemies of the heresy are trying to prepare to catapult like a serpent, to deliver a deadly attack, to send it to their gods, and they are obsessed with the so-called internal struggle, and today a cult rune warrior walked into the hall, and the soldiers saluted him, and even the most impolite old cannon became respectful.

He has gone through many inhuman experiences to get to the present, although he is not as good as a space soldier but also the limit of mortals, he has many privileges, in addition to ordering those soldiers, so he is quite dissatisfied, what he can't get in his life, rights, but now he is given a fool.

But he didn't wear a knife today, just a heavy Bible in his hand, with filthy and chaotic words, and he walked to the command room in the hall, where the guards asked him. "My lord, what are you doing, we need to inform you."

The veteran held up the book in his hand. "A sacred tome of the story of Chaos, which writes the life of the Great Demon of Chaos, and I will hand it over to the conductor to urge him to complete his father's cause."

The guard said uncertainly. "But my lord said that he refused to enter except for commanding affairs."

The veteran laughed. "But you can't stand me, look at your pace, it seems steady, and I only need a light leg sweep and you'll fall to the ground, and then that ridiculous laser will fall to the ground, glowing at random, burning a corner of the walls of this fortress."

"And you." He looked at the other soldier. "You'll panic, raise your weapon, and fire, but something that isn't aimed hits my carapace, or even just pitch black, because it has a high heat conversion rate and doesn't hit much, so even if it can melt half of my arm, it won't destroy this set of armor that belongs to me."

"Then I will choke your neck, one foot on the body of that waste on the ground, and my right hand will hold your neck, and I only need my feet and arms to exert force, and I will train my body for decades to take you two lovely soldiers away and see my loving father."

After he finished speaking, the two soldiers' shirts were already wet with sweat, he said it well and they didn't want this to happen, those two guys still understood that there was no comparison between punishment and death.

The guards respectfully opened the door for the monster, for them it looked like witnessing a lion entering the arena, and they were opening the door to a beast without protection, and if they didn't want to break their necks, then it was better to be honest.

The monster thus wandered into a place he had never seen in his life, he was a soldier, almost insulated from the place, and he soon smelled the smell of vellum, and then wood, wood, what his homeland lacked most, and before joining the army, he could only wear clothes made of beast skins, eat raw meat, or burn half-cooked pieces of meat with the excessive heat of his weapon as a reward for his decades of training.

The blood, the blood of the beast, the body of the Void Giant, nourished his body, but did not give him the right to conform, and he saw it for the first time today, the mahogany office, the flashing radio, the big table was a beautiful map, a star map, a low Earth orbit map, as if he wanted to bring the whole world, the whole star system, the whole universe into his hands.

As a human being, he has a fighting nature that is stronger than anyone else, and he is no longer satisfied with enjoying worship and power. Feng. Now that Ka is gone, he has real rights and a troop of his own.

He stepped into it, playing with the triangular badge on the table representing the father, life, death, decay, and then life, a perfect cycle of self-consistency, the true power of flesh and blood.

He gently gestured to the military salute in the style of religious ceremonies, not to the mortals who looked at him from behind his desk, glaring at each other, but to his father, who gave him strength, and did not deceive his new father like the Corpse Emperor.

"What are you doing?!" The lieutenant was like a great enemy, after all, no one would be happy to see a monster with human skin walking in his office area.

Even if he didn't have a weapon, he knew that he couldn't kill this guy at all, and that sense of vigilance appeared in his hair close to his skin, and the cold hair was upside down, and that was probably what it felt?

And the rune warrior just spread out the book in his hand, he said. "Look, what a good book."

The lieutenant wiped his sweat, but instead of a sword or a weapon, he saw a pretty good bottle of red wine, embedded in the thick pages of the book, which was amazing.

"Natural?" He was a bit out of his mind, after all, such a wonderful thing could be exchanged for a set of fully armed carapace armor plus a plasma gun with just one bottle, and this was still on the black market with a price!

His salary as an adjutant for half a year is not enough to taste such a sweet thing once, and his mind began to think crankily, such as that he is now a commander, and the rune warriors need his help, this bottle of red wine probably belongs to me, he is fascinated by that sense of power, after all, the warrior who used to need to look down also bribed him with wine...

This thing is better than a sword, and the rune warrior smiled at the expression on the other side. "Looks like you're pretty satisfied."

"What do you mean—" The adjutant straightened his expression, then pushed the tome away, and the warrior replied. Believers can't reject the power of faith like that, you know. ”

"Take it."

"What do you want?" The adjutant asked.

"I want a war, a war that belongs to us alone, I need a lot of things, I want the supply of the whole army to be a priority, I want all the soldiers to pay for the rune braves, I want to create great feats that will make my father look at me!" He replied.

"What a big ambition, I won't agree to it, at most a third, you already have a detonation gun, don't want to plunder more, the command of the tank unit and the infantry will always belong to me, if you don't agree, leave the command." The adjutant was not filled with desire, he just calmly answered, and the fighter pretended to think and could only nod.

"That's enough, it's a pleasure to work with, and hopefully tomorrow I'll see enough supplies to my camp." He held out his hand, and the adjutant nodded, he hadn't thought that the rune warriors would harm him, never.

After shaking hands, the adjutant felt the strength of the grip, and the rune monster didn't know how heavy it was! He cursed inwardly for a while, then let go of his fingers.

He only felt that the palm of his hand was itchy, but to be on the safe side, he immediately wiped his fingers, and even the rune warrior had not left, which was equivalent to being impolite, and could even be said to be insulting, but the veteran didn't blame him, he just left here.

But the adjutant was suspicious, he wiped his fingers, washed them three times, and then asked the legionnaire pharmacist to check the red wine, and spent a lot of time, wasting precious time in planning tactics for no reason, and the supplies he promised to the soldiers did not come as scheduled, but the veteran was not angry, let alone blamed.

In the evening, in the dead of night, in the command's quarters, the adjutant greedily pried open the cork, enjoyed the breath that surrounded the bottle, and prepared to enjoy.

His heart was beating so fast that he seemed to see some beautiful woman in front of him, because wine was very valuable to both soldiers and officers, and even in the free port of Engilli, he had no chance to taste something that only nobles could enjoy.

He kept thinking in his heart, Ed. Feng. There is certainly nothing so good in Ka's wine cabinet, but the reality is that this precious bottle of wine is produced in the manor of the agricultural world to which the "Feng" family belongs.

Little did he know that his poor life was quickly dissipated by a right that did not belong to him, and when his mouth touched the red liquid, surrounded by a vague aroma, touched the tip of his tongue, and then carried it into his throat, his heart beat faster and faster, faster and faster, more and more...

Bang, a muffled sound, his heart cracked, he felt the pain in his heart, clutched his chest, and in the extreme pain, he did not forget to finish drinking the red wine, and then put down the wine glass, and then weakly loosened his body, this unknown officer, after enjoying the peak of power for less than two days, the cause of death is unknown.

The next day, the officers gathered here to discuss with each other, they did not know when the enemy had entered the place and assassinated their commander, but the doctor who was good at toxins had investigated for a long time, and could only get the truth of acute heart disease, because yesterday's Bible was found to be non-toxic, and there was no red wine.

The rune warrior openly disclosed that he wanted to bribe the commander to get supplies, but the other soldiers were not surprised, after all, who else could they give if the supplies were not given to them? This can only be regarded as a bit extreme, if it is in their case, after all, this commander is not very capable.

It's just that the doctors don't understand why the adjutant who is in good health suddenly has a heart attack, and they don't understand why the cups, drinks, and holy scriptures are investigated, but they don't feel the poison.

"Of course, they don't understand." The veteran sipped the bottle of red wine in the command room with his legs crossed, and the rune warriors were now crowded with all the officers who were supposed to be in command.

The rune warrior's connection to the subspace is no worse than that of a weak wizard, and as the best of them, it is not difficult to use a certain degree of psionic energy, this time it is an assassination that only a wizard can see, and he does so much just to wash himself, because reasonableness is always the basis for winning people's hearts.

Now they have all of them, and the soldiers are willing to serve them, but they are not politicians, on the contrary, they do so many things just to serve the gods, just to complete the sacrifice, just to... Take revenge, to those Imperial Guards and Astarte!

(End of chapter)