Imagine your limbs being removed and replaced with electric whips and cutting claws, eyes being drilled out of your skull and placed in stained glass, and your heart and other organs adorned with stimulant syringes and nerve glands. After that, be proud of your new body, and your remaining thoughts will be completely at the mercy of the Empire, and with a word from me, you will willingly run to hell and die a very long death as a raging living machine.

—————— Milia, the head of the Sisters of the Martyred Lady Sisters of Heaven

Loyalty is the rarest treasure of this dark universe, and there is no one, no matter what time or time it is, loyal friends always outweigh millions of enemies, and when the people who fulfill the emperor's will are in groups, then the enemies of the empire will be timid and fearful.

The reality is often different, the empire is divided and separated, from the selfish high lords to the lowest ordinary people, from the housekeeper to the smallest clerk, how great and huge this galaxy empire is, and the betrayals are more and more frequent in it.

People try to avoid using a variety of cumbersome or complicated means, but in the end, such behavior does not stop, and there are as many betrayers as there are loyal people in the dark universe, because loyalty can only be directed to one person, or one group.

The Poldero's sophisticated instruments picked up the Imperial signal with good intentions, and although its expression was outdated, it was a matter of course in this place.

Whether it was a conspiracy or a true friend, the sound of short breaths appeared on the bridge, because it was too quiet for anyone to judge whether the signal that appeared at this juncture was friend or foe, although the Skady lords were here, uniting the army and singing the praises of victory, they also believed that they could be victorious.

At some point, the hesitant sailors had already looked at the lord, and in this battlefield where outsiders could never be trusted, in the end, they chose to trust the king of Skadi.

Alan Baier was interested, compared to the nightmarish battlefields he had experienced, this was just a place for children to play, and he nodded generously. "Receiving the signal, what, can he destroy the entire machine soul with a single communication? If he could, he would have ruled the region long ago, so why did he be what baron, duke, archduke, and earl of him? ”

His words are accurate and true, and no one would be willing to be a shield or vein for anyone else, unless they are one, but even then they will desire to move, not to be bound for generations, like servants.

If there is a strong force, then they will not use it against Alan Baier, but will instead fire at the current owner of the Roaming Harbor, Bandertar.

The thoughts of those wild dogs that are ready to move are completely interpreted, which is why the Lord of Skadi dares to challenge those people, even if they are entrenched, they will not be the opponent of lions, not to mention that the Imperial Guard is not an animal, they are the hammer of the Empire, they are the weapons of the largest and oldest civilization of mankind, they are just violent weapons forged by the civilization called the Empire, and human weapons can defeat countless claws as long as they are used properly.

This fierce hammer will disembowel, smash their brains and intestines, so his greed and vulnerability, but the communication reaches, the illusory dark green display screen appears and the projected phantom appears in the buzzing machine sound, it is blurry and very real, in the human eye for its subconscious compensation, the virtual holographic projection of the empire can achieve a very strange sense of realism, which is not the holographic projection of the titanium family.

Therefore, when Alan Baier saw the strangely dressed nobleman, he subconsciously felt the crazy aura of faith and the admiration he carried, and the powerful man spoke. "I, Margron, loyalist, hereby pay my respects to the great Lord of Skadi, and serve the Emperor, what are you doing here, and is there anything we can do to help?"

Alan Baier subconsciously thought it was funny, when such a situation was defeated in front of him, this person didn't realize that those things were done by him, but seeing the crazy belief style, he also guessed, this person knew, but he didn't care.

"As a loyal man, why are you here?" Alan Bair answered the question with a question, which seemed impolite, but the pious replied quickly. "My lord, here the baron maliciously accumulates food and makes the people miserable, and as a believer of the emperor, I need to punish those who make the emperor's people miserable."

Alan Bair replied. "Then you can punish me, I will approve the execution of the bad things here, and I will execute the baron here, and if you insist on your actions, then—" And before he could finish speaking, the loyal man with the white cloth on his head struck the wounded place out of nowhere, until the blood moistened the cloth, and his cheeks were bright red, and he looked strange in the holographic projection of only green.

He gasped and replied. "The Divine Emperor Elect will not be wrong, then there is only one possibility! Fire? Fire! ”

The captain shouted. "Defend against shelling, get ready!" Alan Baier shook his head. "His cannon is not for us, but!"

The cannon flashed, in the electric light and stone fire, fired in unison, the heavy shells smashed into the gold, then cracked, then twisted, the high-explosive ammunition roared, and an old antique that had been in service with human civilization since the time of strife was completely torn apart in an instant, and because of the death of the diplomat, such an attack was not even realized by anyone, so that the fragile sides of the ship were completely penetrated.

Death, electromagnetism, explosion, metal and debris cracked in the void, the entire galaxy-class battle cargo ship on the right side of the Karak class was completely pierced by the macro cannon, and the one on the left was slightly lucky, but it was also almost penetrated through most of the entire hull, and the entire hull was in tatters.

And such an action almost represented a bad rupture and betrayal, a terrible thing that would make his credibility no longer trusted, but he still did not hesitate to choose to fall to the side of the Empire like he fell, just like his bottomless mad faith.

The two Milky Way metal ships were pushed outward by the force of the explosion, and the broken metal debris slowly flew to the other side, their thrusters were paralyzed, and if there was no rescue team, that shot would have killed about 70,000 lives, and the only crazy goal was to hand Alan Bair his invitation to tell him about his loyalty to the Emperor...

What did he do with his life? Can such a thing be done for the sake of faith? But such an act was effective, quite effective, and there was nothing more pleasant than the recreation of one's own companions, and after a few breaths, in the burning void, the master of the Poldero, Alan Baier, looked at the pious madman and realized that this war must not be alone.

"Margroon, you, did a good job, but the enemy's main ship is still there, and the battleship that came with you has become an obstacle to your expression of loyalty, hasn't it?"

In the holographic projection, Magron's blood moistened his entire face, as if rune scriptures were written on his face, his expression was terrifyingly distorted, and he just nodded and said when he heard Alan Baier's words. "Yes, my lord, the emperor blesses us, so."

In the holographic projection, Magron's blood moistened his entire face, as if rune scriptures were written on his face, his expression was terrifyingly distorted, and he just nodded and said when he heard Alan Baier's words. "Yes, my lord, the emperor blesses us, so."

"Let the loyal troops move forward, and let my floggers move forward!"

Flogger, the word is intimidating, especially for those who already know something about it, and at this moment even the most loyal believers can't help but look at this choice with unbearable expressions, but no one resists this decision, otherwise they know very well what the consequences will be.

Soon, several bombs loaded with something were fired from the ship's hold from the huge transport ship at a very fast speed, and at the same time bypassed the complex close-in artillery battle, but finally a few unlucky eggs were hit, turning into an inconspicuous one in the endless fireworks of cannonballs in the void.

In the end, only two fell into the enemy ship, one stuck in the rear compartment and one forward, and the transport ship quickly stretched out the melter from the mechanism and cut the thick hull, but unlike the normal gang jumping troops, its cutting was quite wild, to be precise, regardless of life and death, the hull did not fit, the air continued to flow out, and there were no safety requirements required for normal gang jumping.

Such questions also came to the minds of the defending troops, who were well-dressed and armed with a variety of large-caliber melee firearms, heavy metal jumping shields as cover, shotguns, submachine guns, and ancient and reliable designs.

The guards here are tall and slim in black uniforms, and the officers wear military caps with accentuating duck tongues, but the whole looks like black berets, but it can be seen that they are designed to be conspicuous and distinguish as targets.

Except for the clothes on the upper body and the military uniform, they basically have nothing in common, some have shorts and some have long pants, some are slim and some are loose, if they have something in common, it is probably the lord's family crest inlaid in the heart of their chest.

The officer raised his revolver and pointed his gun at the place where the transporter had cut, and the noise carried the increasingly red metal, telling everyone that they were coming.

He recounted. "Magron betrayed us, damn it, those crazy things are just unreasonable, see the end of the two galaxy-class warships that they suddenly attacked?! That's the consequence of our failure! ”

"If you still want to see your wife and children, your parents and family, shoot! Shoot those orange bastards! His words danced in the silent cabin, they used their bodies, shields, guns, about 200 people to form an array of about 200 people to block the entire entrance, they wanted to live, although they had defeated the invasion here and faced the regular army of the Imperial Guard, but they had no choice but not to shoot.

Little by little, the walls melted in the trembling movement of the recruits, and at the end, the pitch-black login chamber appeared, and the door slowly opened as the mechanical structure and pistons worked together.

At the same time the officer shouted. "Fire!"

Roaring, roaring, bursts of firearms, flashes, projectiles, fragments, countless guns cooperating to create a dense barrage, but there is something under such fire, something is resisting the shot.

"Oh my God, Emperor, what is this?!" The shield-bearer gradually saw that it was a long, pitch-black whip, like, or hair, intricately formed into a long claw, and then a complex thing landed on his shield, and the whip touched his arm around the shield, and for the first time in his mind he saw what was attacking him.

He wears a metal hat, or his head is metal, connected to the long potion tank behind his back, like a diver diving, those potions are his oxygen, but he is naked, his chest, thighs, inlaid with projectiles, he is definitely not superhuman because, the blood flows out of the muscles that are tight because of the medicine, but he is not dead, because it is the medicine that is urging him to kill!

Ticking saliva, bare teeth, this is a mad beast, when the whip crackles, the shield-wielder realizes it, he and the monster's glass-made eyes meet, he shouts. "Electric whip!" But the flickering whip had already told him what pain was, and almost instantly, his flesh turned out, his skin opened, almost cooked by the heat, and he fell to the ground.

Those floggers are like shield-breaking machines, madness, frenzied killing, crashing, slicing, whipping, every tactic imaginable is torn apart by the most primitive force, screaming and fear spreading throughout the ship.

As the officer aimed at the head of a whiplasher servant from behind the crowd and fired with a shudder, the revolver embedded in his head and shattered the central unit that controlled him, the monster slowly fell, and he was about to shout for joy that those monsters could kill, only to be torn apart from the middle of his body by a long tearing claw.

Death, blood, madness, this is the floggers, and the death penalty as an empire will also be divided into three, six, nine and so on, the flogger's punishment is for those who are guilty of great sin but not to the point of return, these people still have hope of redemption, but the punishment of the flogger requires a certain amount of scientific and technological resources, so it is only suitable for prisoners in the world with a high level of civilization.

However, Margron did not feel that such a transformation was a punishment, because the flogging of the servants would be in a dormant state, and the only consciousness in their minds would be soaked in all kinds of chants and icons, and such treatment would be the greatest honor and gift in his eyes, yes...

The monsters here are all made by the best soldiers of Magron, they are stronger than normal floggers, their potions are more violent, and their robust bodies allow them to tolerate more and more violent stimulants, and their ability to transform themselves far beyond the average prisoner.

When the monsters slaughtered the place and gave them the order to clear the protocol early, the monsters began to fulfill their responsibilities, they got down on one knee abnormally, the skull necklace on their chests in their highly modified hands, and whispered hymns in hoarse voices, which was terrifying...

They did not have their brains lobed, they were all real living beings, but they exchanged their spines for metal, and potions into pain, and regarded this as honor and comfort, and when the madness brought by the drugs dissipated, such crazy monsters were like the noblest priests, praising the miracles of the emperor...

Ironic to the extreme.

The last chapter was deleted a little, I didn't notice, the starting point is traditional, and it has been changed.

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