The corpses rotted in the narrow harbors, trenches, or piles of places that had been warmed by the battle, and the synthetic, reshaped air was a dizzy smell, and hours of fierce attack, decay, and death became the only power for people to inhale and pump their veins.

In order to defend against the invasion of the enemy, the lord turned off the lighting and power supply here, and as in normal times, the light dissipated, and a kind of darkness fell here, and people tried to close their eyes and recuperate, but the gunshots and death caused by the bits and pieces of friction still surrounded like a haze.

The width of less than a kilometer here has become a meat grinder, and when two forces that want each other to die are so wrestling with human lives, all that can be left is such a tragedy.

And in the darkness of this desolate hell, the brave and loyal men who had entered the core of the blade, the weakest point of defense, had set up their positions, heavy logging guns, heavy sandbags, shooting pads made of wood, a few high-powered lumen lights, and the butts of the soldiers against the ground, all the time swearing their determination.

And the strongest of them all, the Burning Troops, are the embodiment of the holiness that the Emperor worshipped, the Flame of Purification, a symbol that was abused almost at the end of the forty millennia of dark human civilization, representing purity, punishment, almost the other side of the Emperor's mercy, the embodiment of those who have an endless dislike for traitors.

They shaved their hair long ago, wore masks to help them breathe, or painted holy words on their faces, lest the burning and unclean flesh of the heretics enter their bellies and pollute their burning hearts.

They are different from ordinary people, they have been burning since they joined the army, and the imperfect and incomplete burning of ordinary people, what they are chasing is to turn into completely white at a certain moment in their lives, and the embers that burn out are scattered like snowflakes, so this unit has no theory of retirement, nor does it have the concept of retreating, like a group of beasts, only know how to use flames as teeth, and eat more flesh and blood that is not satisfied.

This bloody unit, the third company of 32 people, most of them are wiping their flamethrowers, some are eating, a few are adding fuel, under normal circumstances, in order to ensure the maximum range of incineration, they will soon be distributed in groups of three or four companies to help it clean up the corpses of the enemy, so as not to get sick or rotten, and will also directly spit out flames and burn the emperor's enemies.

But today, the battlefield where they are located is too narrow, the defense line that is no more than a kilometer wide, gathers tens of thousands of people's war, and the lives of millions of people are involved, and its intensity is viciously magnified, and there is no need for them to diverge.

It was strange to feel that they didn't know each other but actually had a social responsibility connected to each other, but they didn't complain, and when the Pure Flame chose them, they were destined to carry the Emperor's fiery wrath through to the end of their lives.

And although they are in the same army, they also have a big difference in clothing due to the long separation and different personal habits, such as the captain is dressed as a fanatic or a priest, and the scriptures are tattooed on the body, which is quite holy and angry at the same time, but more people in the team use thick gas masks, similar to the Kriegs, to be precise, that kind of pig-nosed mask is used in large numbers in the Imperial Guard, and it is not surprising that such a private army can get it.

This gap also makes it a small gap, and the interpretation of the faith that one trusts is finally turned into a device on the body, which is often the case for soldiers or religious people, if it is not for the enemy who may attack at any time and place, a debate is probably inevitable.

The eyes of the captain of the third company were therefore dissatisfied with those who used equipment to avoid contact with heretics, if they were still afraid of their burning ashes, then his flames were not warm enough, at least his personal thoughts, he slowly rubbed his incendiary pistol with the help of small lighting equipment, oiling it, this delicate equipment was not suitable for battlefield, the soul was too slender, but the flaming dragon breath bomb, an ancient projectile design that could burn infantry efficiently, was powerful enough to instantly turn adults into burning people, The flame will then quickly spread on contact until there is no combustible material left.

Hit by it, the flesh will tumble, hot, cooked, and it is also a cutting-edge weapon that only company commanders can equip with the Flame Burning Force, and the terrifying weapon's pitch-black body is intricately carved to form a blazing flame icon, representing the secret of human civilization from being enlightened by the flames to now mastering the secrets of temperature, so that it can be punished or judged.

He wiped his gun and blew it dry, and his thoughts were interrupted by the complaints of his unfamiliar men, who could hear masked cowards complaining about how they were in the middle of the battlefield, fighting alongside monsters like the Flogger.

That's right, he only needs to shift his gaze slightly to see those monsters behind the bunker, they need to cooperate with those guys as a melee force, and the Flame Burning Force is one of the few lord legions who do not support the research and production of this group of monsters, because they are not burning, but erasing their consciousness to escape the horrors of war, thinking that giving their own flesh is to do their duty to the emperor, but he thinks that will and action are the emperor's demanding loyalty, and the flesh is just a tool he gives us and will eventually dissipate.

To him, those muscular monsters were evaders, who had been poorly modified to gain and struggle on the battlefield and burn in his general position, and at this moment they were so close that the leader of the third company, the rune man could already smell the urinary acid and saliva on their bodies, or the smell of chemicals from the endless potions being injected.

"It's disgusting." He commented that it was clear in the position that had not yet been attacked, and his soldiers looked at him and agreed with a little agreement. "Yes, such a person should be burned!"

The captain suddenly scolded. "Blaze should face heresy! Even if they are so despicable, you can't erase their loyalty, soldier, he fights for the emperor just like you, and if you despise him, show yourself with a better record than him, instead of trying to attack him! ”

The soldier saluted, did not answer, the thick gas mask made people not know what he was thinking, this is also the reason why the burning troops were feared by the others, they did not speak much, their appearance was vague, only the flames on the battlefield could sum them up, when they burned, they did not stop, they burned and burned, as long as they were extinguished, they would become ashes, and there would be no trace...

They are fuel, not actual living people, flames for enemies, tools for companions, dead people without memory, only praying for flames to purify themselves, like living ashes in this world, actionable ashes.

They are no more noble than promethium, which is the result of their weak personal knowledge, and there is no one better suited for the job in this frenzied battlefield now, to protect the floggers, to slay heretics, as they are to repeat things over and over again, and to do what they do, must be handy.

Soon, after about 2 standard Terra hours, that is, around midnight, or one o'clock in the morning to be exact, this sleepy hour, the sound of guns and the clamor of the rumors, the light of the Lumens Tower, or the scouts' exploration had been answered, and they came.

"Coupled with the time we dispatched, it's almost over, and the supplies are only replenished, I don't know if we can hold on." The captain looked at his watch, his body clinging to the trenches, the projectiles grazing over his head, but as if those things didn't exist, his goal was to break through the lines of defense, and those heretics touched the core of their protection, so they were certain to die.

His ears were on the ground, the protruding walls of the trenches to be precise, and the sound of footsteps followed the rhythm of his heartbeat, faster and closer, and he was charging, the heresy, about four people, half a squad, a picture, four soldiers advancing in the darkness in the rain of bullets flashed in his mind, until the sound reached its peak, and he stood up.

His breath smelled the stench of heresy, and when their beliefs were converted, their bodies began to decay faintly, and he could feel the sensitivity of years of serving promethium, and he could distinguish the finest smell in the world, with the nosal cavity that might have been blessed.

He didn't need his eyes anymore, pulled the trigger, and the darkness suddenly flickered with fire, the flames burned, the high temperature blue flames illuminated the clearing, and the four running madmen avoided hitting it, the flames were almost substantial, pure energy, was venting in the air, and the highest temperature of the tail inflammation instantly burned the heretical body, but unlike usual, those people did not shout madly, and then instinctively tried to run away, but laughed forward in the face of the flames.

It's hard to imagine that such a madman can be actually used as a soldier, the enemy has gone crazy in order to break through their defenses, the burning promethium breath, the captain has smelled it many times, this time he felt the harsh temperature, a fire man broke through here, his eyeballs have vaporized or exploded, his body has become dry bones, like a dead wood falling over, the range of the longitudinal flamethrower is farther than most people think, this ridiculous picture still appears.

The captain slammed his arm into the maniac, and the sound of dead wood falling to the ground, the clattering of splinters, and the still burning remains of human tissue on the suit turned the living man's death into an illusion.

Who is hallucinating, whether it is the burning person or himself, no one knows at this moment, only those lives have become hallucinations at this moment, and they will dissipate without a trace with a wave of the arm, leaving a new silence in the darkness.

He muttered. "The Emperor's Blade." He hid back in his trenches, but his comrades were probably not as good as him, and after a scream of the enemy, he saw that the soldiers who had been complaining just now were burned together, and half of their cheeks were burned before they were covered with sandbags of sand to extinguish the flames, and he endured the severe pain, and smeared the painkillers and burn medicine he had brought with him on his cheeks.

Burning was a daily occurrence for them, and they were accustomed to the pain of burning, the soldier adjusted his breathing and took up his weapon, he couldn't distinguish the enemy's position like the captain, and the distance of only a few meters prevented the captain from being burned, but in this complex and changeable battlefield, no one could judge so accurately.

Maybe next time it's going to be him burning, those damn madmen who have taken too many drugs and are no longer normal, twisted heretics are poised to strike.

Maybe the next time is when they burn out, or an arm, or just a piece of skin, and those who burn have no complaints, they are like the burning blade of the emperor, piercing the enemy, killing, but they are mortal in the flesh, and they are not as indestructible as the sword of holy steel, but faith and a steady stream of replenishers will make this sword reuse again and again.

If the Emperor's sword is the strongest treasure in this galaxy, then they are the heaviest weapon in this star sector, which can be polished on the battlefield again and again, with death, sacrifice, and burning.

When footsteps in the darkness reappeared, he took a long breath, took up his weapon, and another burning began, and in the early hours of the morning they were to keep it until the enemy retreated.

The flames were on the front line again, until those rays were detected by the colonel's telescope, and here in the pitch darkness, in the eyes of the telescope optics equipped with night vision devices, they were even brighter, almost forming a terrifying dragon of light, devouring the enemies of the empire, the colonel's mind had already begun to conceive of installing flamethrowers on a large scale for the PDF, but he didn't know that more important than weapons was the user, the emperor's sword was not the burning flames that were powerful, but its sword body, and the user.

His ideas were bound to fail, but his approval was the best affirmation for those who were brave, he began. "Great, thanks to that wall of flames, those legionnaires called the Burning Force are worthy of the Emperor's treasure, they have completely pinned down the enemy, and even suppressed, and we have won the victory."

"There's no need for the floggers! Here it holds. ”

But the serpent shook his head. "Your Excellency, you have forgotten that the Void is still the enemy's, with four warships above us and a huge transport ship, the enemy can completely tear through our specific defenses with cannonballs, and the stationing here will delay the enemy at most and allow the enemy to change from logging in to attacking the fortress defense system."

"The sacrifice here, though great, is far less important than you might think, but we are not hopeless, and secondly." He looked into the distance.

"The enemy is moving, I can feel the wind changing, there is a disgusting feeling in the air, the enemy is going to go out with the whole army, this time we are only defending the vanguard army, according to my estimates, the transport capacity of one large whale is enough to move two imperial standard infantry regiments! In other words, the enemy's military strength is at least twice as large as ours! ”

"Colonel, I ask you, how many people we have dealt with so far!"

The colonel swallowed. "Less than fifteen thousand, but close."

The serpent replied at this moment. "There are still forty-five thousand enemies, like a tide, which is why they have the confidence to regard this fortress as a bag, and now, we can only beg the emperor for protection." At this moment, his gaze seemed to penetrate the dark battlefield, looking straight into the void, and he was waiting for the return of the Lord of Skadi...

(End of chapter)