From the beginning of the Imperial Guard's departure into the distance, the road was relatively calm for the time being, and from the first moment they stepped out of the side street, they did not enter the main road, and their "mergers" were like thieves with weak hearts, and they seemed to be afraid of the good quality of the avenue inside the nest capital.

It's understandable, after all, it's not a very loose thing to transport that equipment here, it's just that the bumpy path compresses the tactical depth of the Imperial Guard, and at the same time, many small streets and alleys on the side roads are also good places for ambushes, just for the sake of concealment, it's more of a helpless move to go here.

However, the commander of the Imperial Guard still felt that the commissioner of this mission was too stupid, and used paranoid thoughts to put them in a bad situation, but even so, for the elite of the Imperial Guard, at least this transportation was not difficult to carry out so far.

Although the roads here are stumbling and poorly repaired, the damn air is filled with the stench of seafood, the exhaust fumes of the Imperial Guard crew, the ozone from the burning promethium, and the low roar of the engine.

Even in the streets made of concrete, in the nests that extend in all directions, the eyes of beasts peeked out to probe the convoy.

The rich rewards offered by the Sisters of Evolutionary are also mouth-watering, with a huge sum of nearly 200 Throne Coins, enough for ordinary people to buy a few shops of their own in the Hive, or to arm a few normal teams, about 10 to 12 people.

The journey can only be done within the nest capital, even if it does not touch the lower classes, and this matter is cut off by the Imperial Guard, and the personal enmity or resentment between the mercenaries cannot arise in their own narrow hearts.

At the same time, in those corner streets, there are thugs, smugglers, criminals or bounty hunters, and even simple madmen or people who want to get ahead because of the underground intelligence and the bounty of the lords.

Under the detection of the Sentinels and Scouts of the Imperial Guard, the so-called outlaws were also detected, and it was clear that the crude stupidity could be seen in the infrared light, and that even the simplest night vision device could make the stupidity of their complacency worthless.

Inside the command vehicle, the location of most of the thugs was pointed on the strategic map again and again, and if the Imperial Guard wanted to, those notorious guys, the crooked guys, or the guys who demanded to get ahead, would all die in a matter of moments.

The second lieutenant was sweating profusely and raising the kettle, in order to maintain safety, the long-term activation of the holographic strategy map caused the temperature of the cramped space inside the car to soar, and those cooling systems could only expel heat from the energy area, this improvised armored vehicle showed its drawbacks at the moment.

He drank the liquid from the kettle as it entered the lieutenant's tongue with a smell of plastic, and most of the officers were slack in the stuffy command vehicle, and although they only needed a split second to adjust their attitudes, the mere fight against the ruffians or the lord's private army might not have the thrill of the crazy beastmen.

Whether the Imperial Guard admits it or not, if you just look at the danger of this matter, the "entertainment" that those veterans do in ordinary times may be countless times better than the essence of transportation.

After all, the elites who can survive this dark millennium battlefield full of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods are equivalent to a man who has left the house and returned to kindergarten for the amusement park created by human civilization for his compatriots.

At this point, even the second lieutenant was a little contemptuous of Chaodu, and he was just fiddling with his communicator at the moment and talking. "Sergeant, can you confirm the condition of that item? We've been on for three hours. ”

Sergeant Chief of the Doom Eagle replied. "I did my best, the protective layer of the iron box on the outside of this item has a strong anti-psionic stance, I suspect it may be a remnant of ancient technology, the era of dark technology."

"Damn it......" Second Lieutenant hoped that things would be cleared as much as possible, that the Imperial Guard would have as much initiative as possible, and that he couldn't bear to be holding down an unknown thing, maybe it was a Eldar antimatter bomb or some kind of Elven weapon like a destructive Void Shield.

He groped his thoughts, and a vague feeling was permeating him, and he suddenly had a very strong desire for something, and then said. "This one shouldn't be as powerful as it seems, I mean, the essence of this iron box should be a restraint, it's fragile, and an attack could make this thing reveal its own mystery."

"There is a power supply device under the platform, otherwise it would not be able to maintain an anti-psionic position, if, because of an accident, the power supply fails for a short time, can you find out what is inside?"

The second lieutenant uncharacteristically came up with a crazy plan, in this day and age, to seek is to be dangerous, and to know is to be mad, especially with such a psionic object, something connected to the evil will of the High Heavens.

Master Chief retorted. "It should have been in the chest forever until it was handed over to the Inquisition, and now it's just one of the countless heretical items we're going to dispose of."

"Yes, yes! How did I think so?" The second lieutenant woke up from a dream, and as he pondered and guessed the object, he had unconsciously begun to crave its true appearance, and his uniform was soaked with sweat as he realized the frenzy in his thoughts.

"This damn thing is interfering with me, with the minds of individuals who know it exists, this heretical creature has more magic than I can imagine, and even being so imprisoned can make me stupid!"

The Master Chief said complimentarily at the moment. "Your will is very strong, my mortal brother, whatever is inside, it should never be opened!"

The second lieutenant muttered. "No wonder those sorority members tried their best to keep this object from being observed by too many people, and the weak-willed would be controlled by it once they had a rough idea of the nature of the object, damn it, I know too well, and I don't know when I will have such a concept!"

At this moment, he felt extremely frightened, just being sealed with such ability, if they fell into the hands of heretics, there would only be more terrible means to deal with them, and at the same time, he was also very happy, under the protection of the emperor, they had come here unconsciously, and came to the corner of the distance to avoid the worst things from happening.

But the second lieutenant still asked. "Based on the previously disclosed internal intelligence, could this be something left over from that alien race?"

"It's very likely, those psionic signs of prophecy and psychic powers, I guess this item ......" Master Chief suddenly stopped his words, and he realized in disbelief that the two of them were subconsciously speculating, probing, and thinking about the actual meaning and existence of this substance, the things inside this box, that is, they were controlled by it more deeply.

The second lieutenant immediately stopped his horse at this point, and then he saw the holographic red dots on the screen, representing the symbol of the enemy, and he suddenly realized why those people were taking the path, the nest was overcrowded, but there were so many people here, if it was observed by more individuals, this item would probably be directly liberated by the crazy flow of people......

"Damn, this task was not as easy as we thought it would be, and I lost my cool as soon as the first thought in my mind that this item was a psionic relic!" The lieutenant felt a little helpless, he could shoot and kill an orc, he could kill an Eldar, or even deal with a traitorous space marine, but he didn't know how to deal with such an invisible thing.

Like fighting with the air, fighting with himself, he was not the enemy, and he felt numb and frightened by this, until the voice of the Master Chief came.

"Concentrate your willpower in the skull, that is, in the middle of the skull, in the middle of the eyebrows, and it is also the area that you usually tend to ignore."

"Next, relax your mental power and relax your soul, finally."

The second lieutenant closed his eyes and followed the Master Chief's command, until the foul air and agitated engines dissipated, and he stopped thinking, at which point his mind was focused on his own lobe, or on his forehead.

This is the training method of Miss Nova, the Imperial Inquisitor and the most gifted of psionic talents, who can maintain themselves under the mad psionic powers, it cools the mind and strengthens the will, until the second lieutenant opens his eyes again, and he no longer thinks about any information about the object.

"Hah...... Thank you, Master Chief, but I'm actually ready to sacrifice, and if I don't get it under control, if I open Pandora's box, I beg you to shoot. ”

The second lieutenant barely maintained, even with the strength of his own will and the help of the master sergeant, but how long can such an attitude be maintained? A mortal is a mortal after all, and until his brain fails to take on enough information, he is still easily agitated, easily controlled by emotions, and prone to madness.

Only this time the master chief did not answer, he was silent, whether it was acquiescence, acquiescence, or denial, no one knew clearly, except for the overly benevolent demigod himself, only the convoy was still moving forward, slowly moving forward.

The train crew crossed the city after a few bumps, and there were gaps between the huge Chaodu areas, and industrial-grade giant elevators were rarely erected in residential areas, they needed to reach the core of productivity, the Chaodu Industrial Area, but during this time they still had to walk through the huge bridge road.

Composed of gold spirits and giant statues in a Gothic style, the statues of warriors with swords and armor tens of meters long were used as bridge pedestals when those that could have been considered miracles in the ancient terra era were used as bridge bases, and the giant bridge across the nest capital spawned outward from under the gray, boundless sky, and countless vehicles rushed to it, flashing lights.

As long as you cross this dozens of kilometers long overpass, you can reach the Chaodu Industrial Zone, and the towering giant buildings next to it show the limit of the scientific and technological power of human civilization again and again, as well as the bottomless, abyss-like dark place next to the bridge, if you fall, otherwise you will be crushed.

Those jackals, tigers and leopards did not have the ability to dare to attack, it was lucky, not because the Imperial Guard was afraid of the attack, but because the attack could lead to the leakage of psionic objects, even the strong-willed officers were easily interfered with by it, and the Imperial Guard obviously underestimated the ability of the iron box.

The Emperor's Shelter, as the convoy spends a few standard terras, slowly passes through the colossal bridge and enters the industrial area at the pass, where countless giant trucks transport all kinds of resources in the bustling city interior.

The thick smoke protrudes from the tall chimneys of the sky, the constant roar of the giant factory, the sound of machines casting objects, the sound of hot melting matter, sizzling, buzzing, clicking, forming a concerto that is so noisy that it makes people collapse.

This is the heart of the nest, constantly pumping blood, stretching out in all directions, and it is also the heart of the empire, and the weapons and materials that are composed of it will be exchanged for food imports by the owners of the nest capital, or form part of the eleven tax.

After all, even the poorest nest capital world has far more productivity than the feudal world and the barbarian world, provided that the special products or cultural edification of those worlds are discarded.

However, compared to the casting world, the nest is the most valuable producer of the empire, not only in terms of population, materials, productivity but also loyalty, because the nest is the world with the largest number in the empire, and it can even be said that it is the future of the casting world, the future of the garden world, and the future of the agricultural world, that is, the stars that have been squeezed dry by humans one by one burn the last energy for the emperor, that is, the space in which it exists, which can carry human beings.

Ensigns, to be precise, most of the soldiers, and even the soldiers except for the Destruction Eagle, are the children of the Nest Capital, the children of this steel city, and the scenery they see the most is the steel hell here, the scenery of working and working here without sleep.

Now they are not what they used to be, they are far from those industrial production and labor, and they live as the emperor's soldiers, the emperor's currency.

Before they could remember much, the Scout Group spotted the sharp edges of the huge factory corners, and after a vigilant buzz, a small, round, technological-looking projectile flew out of a shadowy corner.

The veteran subconsciously shot and killed the man, he was a young child, about 14 years old, dressed in tattered clothes, his arms were mechanized, abnormally swollen, metal-doped muscles, and a large backpack as his power source, allowing him to throw the round thing for a full hundred meters.

It was also because of the child's identity that the Scout was relaxed, and the looming flesh on the arm was almost indistinguishable at first glance, and for this attack, they forced metal into the child's arm.

Full of helplessness, blood, and pain, the projectile landed in the middle of the Imperial Guard convoy, and just right, the calculated stuck on the platform of the heavy truck transporting the goods.

The lieutenant's sensitive eyes knew the thing, it was a small titanium toy that could paralyze the mech, they called it the Electromagnetic Pulse Grenade, or EMP for short, and his face turned ugly, and he quickly shouted.

"Throw that thing out! Master Chief! ”

(End of chapter)