"One might think that the lower Servants of Darkness are less blessed than their nobler companions, but this is not the case. The mark of the dark gods is as evident on these filthy monsters as it is on any group of fallen humans. Perhaps even more, because these creatures, known as beastmen, seem to be completely accepted by their gods, just as parents accept their children. Surrounded by darkness, they are closer to the Heart of Chaos than any other creature, so they are terrifying."

- The Chaos Canon

The group moved forward, the air was low, the poisonous fog had a dim light, there weren't many light sources here, everything was about money, everything needed value, the greedy eyes and the faint reflection in front of the Imperial Guard's headlights in the abandoned houses of the genestealers beside the road.

As for the second lieutenant, he survived, but I personally don't agree with the so-called "what can't be defeated will only make him strong." "This kind of nonsense, those things will make people give birth to wounds, and they will be more fragile before they heal, far weaker than before they were injured, at least, he is now pretending that those things don't matter, and facing this dark nest with the same attitude as before.

He was deeply wounded as a hive in this place where he had been born and raised, at least when he realized that the Empire's higher-ups, consciously or unconsciously, had ignored it because it was too inefficient and cost-effective, and that the oaths he had made and what he thought was human purity were gone.

But he was still driven by responsibility, he was responsible for the Empire, and he adjusted his emotions very quickly, especially when he smelled the disgusting smell of the air that was like hell and repeated hundreds of times.

It can be said that no one who wants to survive in this cruel universe has enough money to vent his emotions, no one is surprised that he recovers so quickly, and when he returns to the command room, as if he is in peace, he will not care about his gaffe, just ask. "How much longer?"

Master Chief of the Doom Eagle was happy to see his brother recover so quickly, and he looked at the dashboard. "About four terra, it's not far, about two hundred kilometers will enter the battle line."

"We will reach the bottom of the main nest, there is someone who will pick us up, my organization, then we can rest, organize the next attack, there is still time left, it is not a big problem." It's rare for the Serpent to be a part of what happens here, but his words also mean that they will stay in the nest for a little longer, but although it is terrifying, it is not the place of nightmares imagined.

It's just that the sky and the ground are very close, almost less than 90 meters away, and this is not so much a block as a box, which makes people feel oppressive and suffocated.

But just a few more days is not unacceptable, those depression and pain are not things that will be transferred in a day, just the psionic giant that destroys the eagle, our heroic non-commissioned officer suddenly covered his head at this moment, and then fell into meditation, he sat directly in the interior of the vehicle, the huge body blocked a considerable area, and this huge, modified Chimera suddenly seemed to be overstretched.

The second lieutenant spoke. "What's going on?"

Sergeant Chief of the Doom Eagle replied. "I feel it." His eyes were closed, and his psionic energy was gently vented until a long beast howl could be heard in the endless darkness in the distance, and the second lieutenant shouted after a short, inscrutable explosion. "What's that?"

The sound was long and grueful, and one couldn't help but be creepy, with the sound of a long horn, spreading in the darkest parts of the nest, and the angry thing that accompanied it was the roar of guns, and thousands of genestealers crawled out of the ruins by the roadside, most of them were 1-3 generations of non-playful all, each with a powerful complete body, and their 2-4 arms held the weapon.

Giant mutants, or sergeants with certain psionic powers, this twisted group of organizations is beginning to take shape, they are not much weaker than the Imperial Guard, although not as good as the elites, but they are also perfect, and they can survive the terrifying military force in this dark universe.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, roars, and the sound of the genestealer's chitin bones cracking, and the sound of strange footsteps, the second lieutenant had seen countless horrors of the terrible void, but he didn't understand what was going on here.

He looked at the wild snake, he subconsciously faced the smartest man, but the wild snake also looked solemn, he lay on the window, carefully observed, until a bright red broken horn flew from a distance, smashed on the body of the car, and then fell to the ground and was crushed into powder by the tracks.

"Our cousins, a subspecies of humanity, monsters disapproved of by the Empire, the so-called Beastmen, villains who believe in the gods."

The lieutenant's expression froze, he probably only thought that those monsters were mutants or whatever rumors he could think of, but the beastmen seemed to exist now, he immediately asked. "Why, why did they attack us."

The serpent replied. "I'm not sure, those things are organized by the warband, a large wargang has hundreds of thousands of monsters, due to its largest beastmen, the big horns rule, the small ones only range from hundreds to thousands, but I have to admit that those twisted and grotesque things only listen to their own desires and the call of the gods, in other words, they are not here for us, but for this way."

"Power changes are commonplace in this place, we don't need to worry about them, they will only clean up those gene stealers, of course, not excluding those who kill the red eye, as far as I know, the beastmen are very fond of mortal flesh and blood who believe in the emperor."

The second lieutenant asked again. "And how effective are they?"

"The inferior ones are not as good as ordinary people, the sturdy ones are slightly stronger than ordinary soldiers, and the fur has good defense, but more, it is still the armor that is draped on the body, and it doesn't have much advantage in the face of laser guns, in the final analysis, it's just the same thing as the nest gang." The Wild Serpent spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Good." The second lieutenant turned on the communicator. "Attention units, we are being attacked by the beastmen, those things are not powerful, we can easily kill, and they are fighting with the local gangs, so don't be afraid, when you encounter direct shooting on the road, they don't believe in the emperor, although they are not mutants, they are not much better than them, once encountered, kill first."

After his words were spoken, the non-commissioned officer of the Destruction Eagle had already stood up, and he shook his head. "I heard the shouts, it wasn't words, it wasn't material reality, I grabbed those things, they didn't come for the material, but to serve their masters."

"The inner greed of those beasts, and at the same time the entire monsters of the lower nest are coming here, in other words."

Wild Serpent incredible addition. "Millions? My lord, have you miscalculated, who can manipulate so many beasts, could it be that the gods directly made a parable?" His tone was no longer lighthearted.

It's just that he hasn't refuted too much, and the sound of war here has become more and more violent, and at the same time, many beastmen have begun to rush into the road, and those things are more or less clothed in the flesh and blood of gene stealers, and there are even many marks on their bodies that have been cut by the claws of extremely sharp gene stealers.

And in general, how to describe this thing, that is, primitive, although the weapons are not bows and spears, but they are mostly simple mechanisms such as shotguns or long shotguns, which can only be said to be ammunition delivery devices, holding tattered knives and axes, similar to orcs, almost two meters of undulating gasping of the body, and most of them have broken genestealer hybrid bodies on their heads.

There is a roaring wildness around them, their fur hanging from their bodies, except for the tattered metal armor that is almost naked flesh, except for the humanoid arms, the faintly curved bare back and belly like a human, and their heads are completely monsters with only huge horns, which look like the stitching of a cow and a sheep, a face like a sheep, horns like a cow, horizontal pupils more like demons, with hooves, charging down.

The soldier shouted. "Fire!" The explosive bullets on the Chimera, the half-orcs who can cross the battle line are all strong-horned, and its huge body can be seen to be scattered into two pieces by the explosive projectile like three or four rounds, and the broken body is still twitching, and its toughness has surpassed that of its human cousin.

Until the carcass crushed its wreckage, turning it into flesh, the twisted thing still craved for the flesh of the loyalist, and at this point, more and more Beastmen began to break through the defenses, and unlike the Serpent had thought, the monsters were heading for the Imperial Guard in the first place.

There were even a few crazy beasts that slammed into the vehicle with their big horns, causing the tracked cars of the Imperial Guard to shake slightly, and even appear obvious dents, and the big horns blessed by the gods obviously showed power that did not match their construction, but only a few of them, with the cooperation of the veterans of the Katachan and Skadi 4th Infantry Regiment, most of the beastmen were disemboweled by the projectile before they could get close to the crew.

It's just that at this moment, the consumption of the Imperial Guard's strategic reserves by more and more enemies is obviously more than worth the loss, and at the same time, the constant roar of horns in the distance is even more exhausting.

Under the absolute numerical disadvantage, those gene stealers were defeated and crushed, and the empire once recorded that the beastmen occupied the imperial world with extreme speed and under the gift of the gods, so that the empire must use the extermination order is probably not false, but those distorted things are usually very scattered, and the leaders of various tribes and warbands have different ideas and will never unite.

The Wild Serpent couldn't help but start thinking as he watched the black-pressed herd of beasts emerge from the ruins in the distance of the distant horizon.

"Yes, Purple Hands, they predicted we'd be here, damn it." He was not as calm as usual, and in an instant, the overwhelming dominance of the purple hand over the interior of the nest capital certainly affected his layout, and at this moment those fears completely crept into his heart, and the powerful acolyte recalled the only two things he feared in this world, the Grand Inquisitor and this organization.

This dying man and hateful harlequin suddenly began to waver, if he was willing to be a wanted criminal of the empire for the rest of his life, he probably wouldn't die hiding here, but he had to pray for hope, the emperor was now punishing him!

His expression was so terrible that even the ensign could see it clearly, until the ensign's roar brought him to his senses. "What are you doing?!"

The man paused, then said in despair. "Here, there are a million beasts in this lower level, and we can't get out!"

And this time it was the second lieutenant's turn to be the teacher, and he said a very simple reality. "Wars are not won by numbers, if they were just numbers, how many enemies could we have in the space around us today? Thousands are almost, at most tens of thousands of projectiles, although it is a bit wasteful, but it is definitely not incomplete. ”

"And the fourth regiment of Skadi, Katachan, Astarte, that is a good thing to fight more with less, Mr. Wild Snake, stop now and be optimistic about our performance."

He, the commander of the 4th Skady regiment, asked Astarte, the non-commissioned chief. "Our think tank, can you target that psyker?"

Master Chief replied. "He's in the nest, and those beasts are not controlled, but guided, he won't let those monsters enter the lord's control area, we can go out."

The second lieutenant replied. "One of the few pieces of good news, then. He turned on the communicator.

"Attention all soldiers, we have not encountered a decent enemy since the beginning of the battle, and you and I both know that dealing with boring things like beasts or genestealer mongrels may be a bit of a stretch, but I can assert that the rest of the road is a lot of money."

"Shoot, fire, those beastmen trample on the Emperor's bounty, those genestealers ugly and disgusting, now roar your wrath and shine this lower hell with fire and death, brothers!"

"Skadi 4th Regiment, Stormtrooper 3rd Force, Gondeva VI Katakan 2nd Regiment, my many brothers and sisters, and the great Destruction Eagle Astarte, fight your way out of the encirclement, and now this is my command!"

The bloody, the painful, the twisted, the grotesque have been witnessed again and again in the long history of mankind, and has humanity survived, to this day, by the light of the emperor or something greater? Of course, but the root of it is still the stubborn resilience of the human race, so I have to agree with the evaluation of the spirit race about humanity.

Monch, a clumsy, stupid, powerful and adaptable barbarian, in order to survive, to survive in this cruel world, in order to gain a foothold in the void, humanity has long been more savage, crazy, and powerful than those beastmen at the end of the fourth millennium in the darkness of the fourth millennium.

It was not the humans who were driven to the lair, nor the Imperial Guard or pdf, the beasts were now responsible for their arrogance and manipulated stupidity, and after a few bright shots, those beasts were turned into minced flesh and filth to fill the path, and with the blade of the supreme order of human behavior, the Imperial Guard, the great soldiers, were killing and fulfilling their duty.

For the emperor.

(End of chapter)