It began to grow dark and disgusting, full of intrigue and intrigues, and while the feeble inhabitants of the fortress should have been grateful for their help, approval and gratitude to the Imperial Guard, the young traitor once again ignored the reality that countless orcs could attack at any time and place, and acted only on his own future.

Now that too many people have gathered in this narrow place, the air is muddy, and the disgusting smell makes it even more unbearable, Alan Bair said, raising his hand. "How does it feel that you've defeated us and done what many villains haven't?"

"There is no sense of accomplishment, you stumbled into my trap like a newborn chick, I thought you would be more difficult than I expected, but it seems that under fame is not necessarily a brave man." Prime Minister he appears young and arrogant, as if he deserves it, but unfortunately, his opponents are often hit.

It's just that now he miscalculated one thing, the forest warrior is not weak, at least unlike the lord who has been almost hollowed out by the extended life span for many years, and the second is willpower.

The only test subjects of his smoke were the boss and the malnourished lower-class people, who did not systematically observe what happens to healthy adults, especially those who are tougher than normal people, and did not consider the disparity between the star regions of the planets, and the real gravity of the universe is often easier to create powerful warriors than people who live under artificial gravity.

It was an extremely small and almost invisible difference, but it was the things that kept the non-commissioned officers of Katachan quite mentally in the midst of more than five hours of torture, and such a miscalculation was almost unavoidable for the young prime minister, and if he did have a large number of Imperial Guard test samples, the situation would probably be different.

And in the end, those arrogance became the root cause of the unbreakable spider web, and no matter how hard the spider tried to weave it, it was impossible to trap a soaring eagle in a cave with thick silk threads wrapped around itself like a silkworm baby.

Raising a gun, shooting, Alan Baier did not hesitate, his body still had strength, but he now felt like he had returned to the time when he was weak and powerless years ago, like the days of day and night and malnutrition in the nest factory, but it was definitely not counted, at the mercy of others.

The beam of light struck like lightning across the small room, the bright red liquid moistened the armor of the Imperial Guard, and in the surprised expression of the mercenary, under the gaze of the old lord, this man who intended to rebel whimpered with his life.

He didn't have time to be surprised, he didn't necessarily have to wonder, and it was not even too simple for a traitor to be punished, and he could not say that he died from the shot of the deflagration beam, but more because of his own arrogance and arrogance.

If he hadn't been born on this poor asteroid, maybe things would have been different, and the gap between the space created by the Mechnism and the real world had finally broken his mind, but it still reminded Alan Bair of the dangers and his own recklessness this time, but it would soon become an experience for the hero of the Imperial Guard, and make him more resilient.

He raised his weapon and said to the mercenaries. "Your automatic guns scratch my armor at most, and then I may break my bones, probably ribs, but with a little medical treatment it can be back to normal in two months, and you, your head will be burned through by the deflagration beam, don't expect us to miss, you should know who we are before you attack us."

"Now do the math, is it worth losing your pitiful life for a master who is impossible to pay you?"

Those mercenaries laid down their arms, they didn't have the courage to fight against the Imperial Guard, especially such a powerful warrior, which is why he did such a job at most instead of becoming a legend of the Empire or a dead undead, there was no shame in living, Alan Baier ordered the warriors to pick up those things and keep a strict watch.

He doesn't know how much of his current confidence is false, how much combat power can he really fight now?

But he succeeded, it was the temperament of the veterans and the warrior's base that completely fooled the scavengers, the wild dog-like fellows, and after Alan Baier walked out of the room with the lord, the guards of the Imperial Guard walked in briskly after the radio was cleared, the second lieutenant and his brother smashed the smoke and incense burner they could find, and the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady quickly took the castle, though it was not polite to the old lord.

However, it is a good thing for him that his life still exists, after a short rest, the tiredness finally dissipated, and Skadi's most professional military doctors and field healers determined that those toxins could not remain, but could be quickly metabolized, which was also the most terrifying thing about such toxins.

From its state, it is just ordinary tiredness and detachment, such toxins are very strange, most of the poisons rely on destructive operations such as destroying nerves or directly dissolving the flesh to achieve their effects, and the invisible subspace curse permeates those pale red incense, even professional doctors cannot detect the viciousness in them.

He can create a sense of error in people, and only need to distribute the antidote reasonably to create the illusion of an infectious disease, and finally pretend to be a strange disease, and at the same time, only the lord's disease is the most serious, making people subconsciously think that he is the source of infection.

In the midst of isolation, fear, and the subconscious exclusion and rumors of the lords by officials at all levels, this man who had worked all his life for his territory was isolated by the people he protected and almost died in his bedroom.

Alan Bair regained his strength in the VIP room of the castle, unlike the old lord, he did not have a "deep marrow" immersion, and was completely healthy in just two hours, the cadres of the 4th Infantry of Skadi waited nervously for him, waiting at the door, while Alan Baier rarely slept quite comfortably.

He opened the door. "How's the old lord?"

The second lieutenant replied immediately. "The state is recovering, and so are the Katakans, and those involved in this matter have been almost investigated, as long as they are slightly involved, even the servants who lit the stoves, regardless of whether there has been fatigue or not, have all been arrested, dragged their families with them, and a total of 70,000 people have been imprisoned."

"Very well, don't ask them, kill them all, whether it's the officials who are useful here or the people who are just involved in transporting that incense." Alan Baier's rare indifference, because this incident touched his bottom line, betrayal.

He needs to make an example of the Monkeys to make sure the territory is as clean as possible for the rest of the day, and to make sure that he is on Elan Bair's side in their tussle with Roaming Harbor, so the necessary violence and bloodiness will always be the greatest guarantee that the right can give to the foolish.

But he still has a problem. "That heretic scum got those fogs from there, and the evil subspace curse inside is thick..."

The hard-working and capable soldiers suddenly couldn't say anything about this, no matter how much they investigated the bills, the channels above were so formal that it was suspicious, they didn't want to see the place of origin, but no one knew where the ship with the smoke came from, even the most conspicuous mark of the ship was only remembered by people, but they didn't know what it was, probably not that it couldn't be described, but that they had forgotten.

There are no ship models, origins, logos, even if the things that pull the incense are a lot of simple boxes, even the companions who are in close contact with the prime minister know very little about the situation of the fog, but Alan Baier actually has the answer in his heart.

It was a plan that was so intimate and hidden that most people did not know about it, but it linked up with a large number of officials, mortals, and even the so-called innocents to indirectly help and finally complete the whole crazy, terrible plan.

He had succeeded, but the Empire's variable changed everything and caused him to die, and after Alan Barr was sure that the schemes would not be detected by him, he also locked on one thing.

That was the Purple Hand, the mysterious cult that was secretly perfecting and carrying out this matter, and if it succeeded, their power would penetrate the area more and more like a nail, and so did the most nerve-wracking part of Alan Bair's obstruction.

His massacre of 70,000 people led to the death of many of the members of the Purple Hand buried here, and his indifference and viciousness became the best way to protect the Empire... Just like what the Inquisition did.

On that day, it was said that the drainage pipes in the lower city had turned completely red, and there were half-solidified and completely liquid things flowing out of the pipes in a chaotic manner, and it took a full three days to shoot completely, and for a world with a population of only 400,000, they were deeply aware of who could be hot and who should be avoided.

A day later, the entire city was silent, and there was no trace of the hustle and bustle, a nightmare for the territory, the death of a large number of young laborers and the wrath of the lords, and at the same time the vicious orcs in the void.

The lord, by contrast, was very optimistic, and he held a banquet at the court, only because Alan Bair made a meaningless remark about the food he had tasted in that intrigue before.

Unfortunately, the abundance of food didn't give him that feeling, and the cook had been killed, reduced to a mass of new red and black sludge from the lower levels, but the lord's heat and heroism made him happy, even if he was "recovering from a serious illness".

He swayed the coarsely brewed high-grade wine and added a lot of warmth to the banquet with his own voice, at least he knew very well what the soldiers needed, that is, meat, more meat, carbohydrates if there was no meat, how to be full, how to be comfortable.

So it was like a trench rather than a fortress, only cleaner, and they wanted to sit on the ground, drink wine, play cards, swallow the stewed meat, and repeat it all day.

It's not that Alan Baier doesn't like this feeling, he eats hastily, and then asks the lord. "I'm sorry, I made my own decisions, I killed so many people, some of them must be innocent, some must be guilty, I can't tell the difference, so I can only hand them all over to the emperor for trial."

The lord rubbed his beard, stained with a lot of gravy and alcohol, and his cheeks were red and he burped with a tasteless wine. "My father often said that I did not conform to aristocratic etiquette, and he died, and was disemboweled, and I became the hero here, disemboweling the orcs."

"I think that being able to break the rules and do what you think is needed is the person that the empire needs in this era, even if your actions will anger a lot of stupid guys, but I know that they are always the ones who are killed by countless monsters, traitors, and heretics in the end."

"And I want to thank you, I will always serve you, just like you burned that little villain's head through this time."

He's old, he's old, he's not stupid, he knows very well why the Imperial Guard came, and he's willing to help, but he stresses it. "But, my lord, don't investigate the smoke..."

"Even if the roaming port dissipates and you win, those things will still be there, and they are still there, there is no way, my family history from the beginning of the expedition to the present, those bastards are here after the era of apostasy, you should know that there are them in every star sector, no matter how the times change."

"Before it was the Grand Inquisitor, then it was Bandertar, and now it's you, but those people are always there, in the same place, not forward, not backward, that is, rooted, real."

"Why do you think the Red Pirates value Roaming Harbor! How could he master so many spells? Those things have been rooted for thousands of years, too long, far beyond your imagination! ”

Alan Baier just said. "Have you ever killed a dragon?"

"Dragons?" Qiang Dun was puzzled. "Those ethereal legends?"

Alan Baier shook his head. "As long as the subspace is still there, those messy things will appear, I killed one, with light spears, sacrifices and soldiers, why do the gods fear the emperor, because they fear humans, you say I can't imagine, but how do you clear the long history of mankind How many times have the gods who made those things tremble even if they believed in it?"

"Seven thousand years or so is nothing, as long as he still has roots and tendrils, he needs nourishment, I can endure the empty world, and sow green life in it, but they can only lie on the rotten flesh and wait for the thick juice to replenish themselves!"

"Why should I be afraid of flies, no matter how big they are, they won't dare come out to meet me, and when I've cleared the roaming harbor of traitors, and then driven away the Red Pirates, I'll burn those roots to the ground until it's clean."

"I know that there must be shadows in the light, and I just need to go to the void when I flicker, there is no trace of haze, there is a hindrance to the light, and the things that produce shadows will be blown up, smashed, torn, and smashed."

Alan Baier wiped the sweat from his cheeks, he took a sip of coffee, and then said. "The Destruction Eagle is still outside, where is the base of those orcs, give me the star map, and then put 100,000 soldiers to me, I want to let the farce here end, and then show you how the real army is doing."

"The real army is not a guardian, but a saboteur, the real defense is an attack, we are going to tear apart the orc homeland, a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye!"

(End of chapter)