The crew drove over high walls, watchtowers made of adamantite gold and concrete, and the heavy laser cannons or logging guns were useless for them for the time being, but no one could guarantee that they would continue to do so in the future.

The second lieutenant licked his chapped mouth, the old pdf spoke in a loud voice that the entire crew he was in could hear it, clearly, but it was clear that he didn't want to make the Imperial Guard public, at least his words were a little personal thanks.

In this crazy universe to believe that anyone is extremely costly, Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle recommended that his troops assassinate the man, but the few human beings inherited from the ancients of Alan Bair made the second lieutenant deny it.

This was risky, as the commander of the operation, he should not be so reckless, even if he still felt fear for a while, but he did not regret his proposal.

When the crew left the gate, he had put those thoughts in the back of his mind, and he didn't know what was going to face them next, whether it was psionic sorcery, heresy, or madness, he could only pray that his momentary mercy was not more dangerous than those things.

It's just that he cares more about another situation than those things, and his eyes have seen the huge dark golden elevator in the center of the nest capital, which is different from the unique dark technology era products on the Forest World Gondela VI.

This giant that links the upper and lower parts of the nest is a complete product of the empire, and at the same time it is heavily guarded, and there is an emergency sabotage system, and the nobles can rely on the transport ship to get on and off, evacuate, and return, and the elevator is more to maintain their extravagant material needs and a large number of personnel transportation needs.

At the same time, this is also one of the few places where the Imperial Guard can break through head-on, the tall industrial-grade giant elevator, although there are more than one or two, but if it is found to break through, it can be forced to blast, and it will take dozens of minutes to pass through the gap between the upper nest and the middle nest, as long as the enemy finds it, the Imperial Guard may be completely wiped out.

However, all this is because the fleet cannot directly smash through the complex defense system of the main nest, and Bandertar's mansion is also protected by the Void Shield system, even if you try your best, it will be difficult to take it, so you can only choose the ground invasion of the Imperial Guard.

It's a bit difficult to ride a tiger, but the second lieutenant is not desperate, as long as he can find a way to take down the local console and signal transmitter, that is, a surprise attack, and prioritize destroying the enemy's ability to communicate with the command, then it is not impossible.

Space Marines and Katachan are capable enough, although it is difficult, but the emperor protects them......

It's just that as a commander, it's a great shame to put a soldier in a situation where he can't get out of the situation, and with the presence of psionic people in the enemy's intelligence, their uncomfortable fragmented prediction ability is impossible to prevent......

Only suddenly, the radio on his waist rang, he pressed the button, and the sound of the wild snake came as scheduled, and he looked at the streets here, how nostalgic those residential areas were, from the bottom to the top, the huge structure with no end in sight, and the human beings were stored in it like warehouse goods, without sunlight, without hope.

For the second lieutenant, this kind of scenery is almost tired of seeing, and it reminds him of the few memories of life in the nest where Skady has gone, as if he was in another life, from the nest to the commander of the empire, and now looking at it, it is still the same.

High of concrete and black pure gold, the massive city is like a prison cell, binding any living person who lives in it.

Second Lieutenant Muna's answer. "I'm here, what's the matter, Mr. Wild Snake."

"Please inform the crew to move to the right, there is a warehouse there, it is a reliable third-party platform, we have to put the supplies in, the next place the crew can't enter, and it can also be used as a soldier's camp." Wild Serpent said.

The second lieutenant replied. "Then show me their fire paint seals, I'm going to check them, how can they have a certain degree of recognition, although they are not expected to have the same tiny array of contemplatives working in them as the official institutions of the Empire, but how can they also be a little recognizable?"

"Naturally, let my men give it to you right away, but I'd like to ask you and your staff to go to our snake's den once." His words were a bit of an inch, and the second lieutenant asked sternly.

"I can't expose the core command to danger, even though we have gone all the way and you have proven loyalty a few times, but I still can't rest assured."

"I know, sir." The communicator continued. "What if I say I have the means to get to the front of the palace?" His tone was three points teasing and seven points confident, and the second lieutenant asked a little incredulously.

"In front of the palace? You say, how did we get to the upper nest through an industrial-grade elevator?"

"If the dog on the other side jumps over the wall and blows up the elevator, we will be in a dilemma, according to you, we can easily cross that kilometer-high huge object?" The second lieutenant asked incredulously.

The Wild Serpent just said. "At the next bend in the intersection, the warehouse that opened the door, told the soldiers to drive in."

The second lieutenant observed the place, less than two hundred meters, from the point of view of an imperial citizen, even if he lived in the foundry world, he had never seen such a narrow place, people walked through the streets, the road was about 6 meters wide and filled with all kinds of goods and crowds, and the sides were leaning against the walls of concrete casting, and the car crew was completely inaccessible.

Thinking about it this way, the Imperial Guard can only park supplies and vehicles in a temporary warehouse with a high price, and of course, he will also send someone to supervise it, but it is not safe to enter such a mixed place, especially since he is wearing this set of tattered armor.

It's just that he still ordered, and the crew slowly entered the entrance of the warehouse, which was no different from most of the dark and gloomy basements, but the space was large enough, and after accommodating most of the crew, there could still be a place for soldiers to lay on the floor, almost 6,000 square meters of space, and the setting was so empty that it made people a little frightened, except for the concrete floor and the adamantite gold walls, only the lumen balls and concrete load-bearing columns were here.

He watched as the serpent stepped out of the vehicle and began to talk to the person in charge of the place, ironically, the huge space here could allow anyone who could pay to park and park their goods, and maintain a considerable degree of secrecy, but it could not add a few square meters of valuable space to the poor nest people.

Of course, those people probably can't afford it, and they can only rely on cheap public transportation to get to work in the industrial area in exchange for three meals and living quarters, but most of them don't weigh more than 10 throne coins in their lifetime, in other words, about a bag of high-priced natural flour or two sets of carapace armor in the area.

Even if all the ordinary people in this nest capital do not eat or drink, it is only less than one billionth of a million materials for the war, especially the huge war across the star sector, so far, the value of human life has become extremely low.

At this moment, the communication of the wild snake was over, and his happy appearance made the second lieutenant hesitate a little, and he spoke. "What's wrong?"

"15 Throne Coins, we can use half a month, standard Terra Day, and the power here can be used casually, enough for us to adjust!" The serpent replied.

The lieutenant nodded, then replied. "Very good, go to the logistics to get the money."

"Money?" The serpent immediately shook his head. "No, no, no, it's all me, I want to pay something for this, Throne Coins don't matter, I'll probably be a dead man in the future, if it doesn't work, the Lord of Skadi can't protect me, and it's useless for me to ask for my own savings."

His actions are in stark contrast to his blackmailing of his loyalists Magron and Inquisitor Nova, who is not a man who values money as his life, as Nova says, he could have taken the money and tried to fly away, but in reality, he chose to put everything on the Skadians.

Maybe it's because he sees the difference in Alan Baier, or maybe there are no orphans and murders on the newborn Skadi, and he knows that what he does is not rational, but there should always be a goal in life, not just the manor, he also wants to be a part of the miracle, not the one who hides behind forever.

The second lieutenant did not refute, after all, the less materials can be used, the more chance of victory, and 15 throne coins is also a lot of money, although it is probably not worth mentioning to share it among the tens of thousands of soldiers here.

At this point, he felt that the man in front of him was too useful, and he began to understand why the Grand Inquisitor liked to promote his acolytes, those who were shrewd, intelligent, and not bad at power, looked down on him, it was an experience that was addicted to being a human, intelligent being.

"Okay, then as a thank you, the Master Chief of the Destroying Eagle and I will go to the place where you say it will be." He agreed to this man this time, and the wild snake didn't show much surprise, just nodded politely and stretched out his finger to the way.

They walked out of the side of the warehouse, and the small door led directly to a side street, which was less than six meters full of stalls, so that at most three people could stand side by side, and the large body of the Master Chief could only follow behind them, and the wild snake introduced it earnestly.

"Grove Street, the busiest part of the Midnest, has everything from the legendary Gro Jar to the most mouth-watering Gromon barbecue, from the Imperial Guard's laser guns to large-caliber automatic weapons." He looked like an out of place tourist, not unlike the numb expressions of most passers-by or the flattering faces of the shopkeepers.

He doesn't look like a person who belongs to the nest capital, but he was indeed born here, and no one can tell how much those expressions are fake and how much are true.

If you wear a mask for a long time, you can't tell your nature, and if you play a good show for a long time, you can't tell the reality, the wild snake has been living like this since he was a child, and it will be the same in the future, so that he is honest and right, but most people will still think that he is unreliable, as long as it is not one of the countless characters he performs, this person is born with a feeling of distrust.

At this point, he can be left and right in the nest capital, or he can be regarded as a thorn in the side of countless official forces in the empire, and such a person may not be able to become a judge for the rest of his life, because the loyalty he needs most is hidden deep and difficult to find in his heart.

As he led the way, the group soon came to a narrow basement, patted the dust on the doorway, and after burrowing into the unoccupied corner of the street, it was filled with a large pile of dusty construction debris, which looked like an unmanaged garbage warehouse.

He moved the corner to reveal a small door, opened it with a key, burrowed into it, followed the ladder down, and in this unattended place, a glimmer of light appeared from below, it was a strategy room for three people, composed of various complex instruments and a huge table with a strategy map of the nest, simple, but full of sparrows.

And those 3 people were talking on the phone all the time, looking at several screens, calculating or recording, all wearing rough brown hooded robes, at first glance they looked no different from ordinary people who were numb on the road, but their spirits were better than them, and when the wild snake walked below, they immediately got up and saluted, and the wild snake returned the salute.

"Fellow acolytes, in the second year after the fall of our rose-holding master, we have once again welcomed a new master." He applauded, the three men, all bald men, wearing hoods, looked almost the same except for their different ages, and the middle-aged people, young people, and women also applauded at the same time.

It's hard to imagine that the inquisition's notorious minions look so ordinary and so extraordinary that the ensign can't help but think of rumors about cloning technology, but when you think of a person who is in the limelight, a word from the Inquisition, a document can send him into the abyss, and it's not hard to imagine that you may have the Inquisition's minions by your side, and even they themselves don't know that they are serving the Inquisition.

The second lieutenant asked more concerned than this. "How far can the communicator here, and can I use this as a second command?"

The serpent extinguished those thoughts with a word. "The communicator here can only be linked to internal channels, it is specially made by the Inquisition, although it is very powerful, but it has not been adjusted by the sage who made it, and it can only be used for intelligence."

The second lieutenant could only ask again. "And what do you want me to do here?"

The serpent replied. "I just need a safe place to talk about this, and in fact we have been linked to a mission, a mercenary, a mercenary is needed, a large number of mercenaries, and the destination is a normal warehouse in the upper nest."

The second lieutenant smiled, but he asked again. "Then why did you bring us here, just tell us normally!"

The serpent shook his head. "The mercenaries are the Sisters of Evolutionaries, in other words, they are most likely the Purple Hands, and we are in their lair."

Sergeant Chief of the Doom Eagle spoke now. "There are psionic suppression crystals or psionic suppressors on the walls here, and I can feel that the subspace energy is being withdrawn, and although it can't completely suppress psionic energy, it can weaken most psionic witchcraft."

"That's right, that's why I brought you here, I need to avoid the detection of the enemy all along, and then, I need you to be the hired person, transport that thing to the upper nest, and then I can't help you much anymore, because nominally, we are not a gang, but a mercenary relationship."

"I'm going to introduce you to those people under the pretext of referrals, and if nothing happens on the rest of the trip, you can get to the upper nest without incident, and at the same time intercept the supplies transported by the enemy, and then ...... I'm really like going with you guys and watching that old horseman in Bandertar die, just. ”

The wild snake choked up and said. "I wish you all good luck and prosperity, and I, the chief acolyte of the Panjiya Sub-Star District of the former Inquisition, hereby bid farewell to you!"

(End of chapter)