Klisha. Tyris, most people are very unfamiliar with this name, even if you look through the imperial texts, or search through the folk records, you can probably find a vague description of him.

Generally speaking, a mere scholar from an obscure millennium ago can only leave two worthless evaluations in the long stream of history: death due to illness and poverty.

But he wasn't so worthless, as he plunged into the abyss that mortals of the Empire did not dare to touch, and took from the stars the technology that the Mechonists coveted and the alien technology that the Inquisition feared, he was the greatest adventurer and scholar of the Sector of his time, and one of the few humans who still had dreams and hopes for the Gray Millennium.

His feats culminated in his deep dive into the cavern of an ancient ruin, where he saw an ancient human-like sculpture in the alien ruins he was chasing, but he didn't realize that the alien creature was essentially linked to his fate.

At this moment, the object was still dusty and simple, thousands of years, no, ten thousand years had stained it with thick rust, the limbs and heads of the statue were no longer visible, and the best scholars of the empire could not recover it, it was originally just a futile labor, but Krysha was not originally explored for money.

Even so, there are quite a few rich collectors who want to pay a lot of money for this strange material statue, of course, the sturdy material that is white all over is as wonderful as jade, but this broken thing seems to have a magical power, so that Krisha, who rarely leaves a souvenir, keeps it in the living room of his family who has not been going back for a long time.

When the years of adventure began, he was not without a family, he had a beautiful wife, a few mischievous children, and a wealth of connections, but when the statue was placed in the living room cupboard, no one realized that the face of the statue was more and more similar to his beautiful lady.

For about twenty years, the lady never grew old, and the statue was completely renewed, but most people didn't realize it, as if it were the way it was.

After returning from a long adventure, the adventurer scholar was tired of retiring, and he prepared many gifts for the local lords, as well as the Mechonia and Inquisition organizations, and he was to hand over his entire labor to the Empire, so that the Human Empire could judge the coming and going of the creations.

Without aliens and dangers to kill him, he could easily live anywhere, like an emperor's protection, until a sharp knife plunged into the sleeping adventurer, his clever head.

That night, the children and the owner of the house were all murdered, and in the Empire, such things were too common, and all the proceeds of the expedition and the treasures were stolen, and the local bailiffs were dispatched because of the reputation of those involved in this matter, but only brought back a fluttering sentence to kill for money.

No one knew where the lady had gone, they were usually affectionate, and no one thought that a woman could accurately kill a seasoned adventurer, even if he was sleeping.

You must know that ordinary people can never directly insert their strength into the skull, let alone use a clumsy weapon like a dagger, and most people think that this thing can never be done by ordinary women.

It's just that since then, a not-so-striking tantric society has emerged among the people, which is free from the minions of the Imperial Inquisition, defying many taboos that must never be touched, and bringing countless variables to this star region again and again.

And they both believed in a mother, and there was a "sister" who looked like her, nay, exactly the same, and whose knowledge was equal to that of the great adventurer.

Eventually, the faithful gathered more and more, and they united in their slogans and spoke to the Virgin in the most pious words. "Praise be to Our Lady of the Immaculate."

The phrase was repeated over and over again in the ascending industrial elevator, and in the Imperial Guard's second lieutenant's questioning of him, the deranged religious personnel stopped talking and understanding after the death of their old man, as if they had lost their heads.

The lieutenant looked at the crazy madmen in front of him with an impatient expression. "What Madonna, these madmen!"

He wanted to kill this group of evil things that blasphemed the emperor, but as a hostage, he still wanted more information, but it seemed that everyone else didn't know much about this matter except for the psyker mother.

At this moment, the Imperial Guard is far from safe, and in the industrial-grade elevator, although it is difficult to have a large-scale attack weapon to destroy the transport compartment, the huge composite cable is still controlled in the hands of the enemy.

As long as the enemy cut off the elevator transportation, the Imperial Guard would be trapped to death, but it had been more than half an hour, and the enemy had not moved, and the second lieutenant's heart had not been put down until he was forced to enter here, so far the madness of the Holy Mother completely ignited his anger.

"Kill these worthless people, strip them of their clothes, scrutinize their belongings, and don't let them get blood when you die."

After a few thuds, the life of that sin ended when the blood stained the ground red, and in the weightlessness of the ladder, the blood gathered together and became a grotesque picture, but before anyone realized that it was wrong, the picture was shattered by the military boots.

Their belief in the Virgin was not clean, and the gods of the High Heavens coveted the mortal world, the material world where mankind lived, and their incarnations were many, different in appearance, twisted and sick, and when a heretical book, a portrait of the Virgin Mary, was brought to the second lieutenant, he was convinced that it was not a pity for those heresies to die.

After hastily flipping through and reviewing them, he closed the books with a disgusting state of mind, and asked the soldiers to seal them up and store them as one of the items to be submitted to the Inquisition.

Those heretical content is enough for the tantric to be attacked by the Inquisition, and the Inquisitors who hold the rose knot and represent the flame of judgment will entertain those well.

The second lieutenant was more concerned about the cargo in their hands than about the things that had already been settled, and he asked the Master Chief who was meditating. "Our attack was still dangerous, and they probably found out what was going on below, and it was already half an hour after we stepped into the elevator, and the rest of the climb was slower than we thought."

Nowadays, most of the soldiers are resting, compressed jerky, greasy cans, starch, protein, oil, fat is energy that is the load capacity of human beings in extreme situations, and at the same time, the Imperial Flame Gun and laser gun wrapped in oiled paper are also being taken out by the soldiers and carefully maintained.

Master Chief opened his eyes, the different colors in his pupils had not yet dissipated, and the influence of psionic energy on him was not non-existent, potential mutations and emotional outbursts, but he didn't know when it would come, but he said exactly.

"There will be no attacks, we have what they see as the most important thing."

The second lieutenant was a little surprised. "What is important enough for them to tolerate tens of thousands of soldiers attacking their palaces?"

"Something that can instruct hundreds of psionics in how to use their powers, a psionic tome of terrible evil forces." This statement is a mixed bag, this sculpture is much more evil than a book, and it is also true, because this statue can indeed help those people to awaken their psionic powers, and even learn new techniques according to the talents of worshippers.

And the core of this ancient creation is actually impossible to investigate, why it uses the spirit bones of the spirit race, why it is human, and why it is worshipped by unknown ancient aliens, but he knows one thing best, that is, the huge will that this thing represents is the real existence.

It is a powerful supreme celestial creature, this sculpture is its projection, in view of this, it is not impossible to change according to the situation, the spirit bone was originally shaped by the spirit race relying on spiritual energy, it can be changed like a living being, and it is an incomparable spiritual energy conductor.

At this point, the Master Chief could only be sure that there was a huge willpower in the dark that was at work for everything, and that the Imperial Guard was both a link and a way to break the game, and that his psionic energy could feel that the sun in the High Heaven was soothing his soul, and even if it was not worth mentioning compared to the massive star, its light was not shining for him alone.

Even so, Master Chief was able to muster up the courage to fight against despair.

At the same time, the second lieutenant also understood that the demigod in front of him did not make it clear, he did not have the ability to resist those magical powers, mortal body, flesh and blood, even if his will and soul could bear those messages, his flesh and blood would mutate and collapse because of what he knew.

The soul and the body complement each other, the demigods have strong wills, so they can become superhuman, and the superhuman body is indestructible and feeds the soul, and in the end, they are destined to bear many pains for the empire that ordinary people cannot bear, and achieve greatness that mortals cannot achieve.

However, he is not without the ability to help the Space Marines, the Imperial Guard has the battles of the Imperial Guard, and he is better at the real battles of the physical universe that have been remembered for a long time than the battlefields where psionic energy and souls are so illusory and strange.

He only needs to know this matter, that is, the enemy will not destroy the elevator, so he can plan how to attack the enemy with peace of mind, although there is not much information at the top, and the infiltration of the wild snake has a certain influence in the middle and lower nests at most, but the few information provided by the lords of the fortresses in various places and the similarity of the same kind of nests, the second lieutenant can probably judge what the first thing the Imperial Guard does when they go out.

They'll need to build ramparts, sandbags and defenses here, and a few hours will have more time to turn the Imperial Guard into a fortress guard, while the narrow gates will make up the perfect entrance for easy to defend and difficult to attack, but they need to be careful to block the enemy's explosive weapon attacks.

"Start building sandbags, erecting explosive bombs, and heavy anti-vehicle missiles according to the positional warfare template, we're going to war, Astarte and Katachan have locked the main defense project near the heavy platform, and during this time we need to make the protection of the heresy relic a strategic project with a high priority!"

"Install fragmentation mines on the inside of the external sandbag fortress, do a good job of explosion and explosion protection, and prepare inserts and bunkers at the same time, we want to turn this place into a fortress, and at the same time prepare for the first hard battle after entering the country!"

"Lighterin Kid, you're in charge of logistics, first boiling food, overseeing distribution, and then climbing to high ground in wartime, sniping from a distance, and prioritizing the preparation to kill the enemy's high-value soldiers."

"Sergeant Katachan, you are in charge of the interior of the battle line, prepare howitzers and explosive shotguns, and Katakchan is to become a bayonet company arranged inside the trench to kill any enemy who breaks through the defensive line."

"Astartes have their jetpacks ready, and you can rely on the weapons set up on them to help us attack, and by the way, those things can be exchanged for storm bombs and heavy plasma, and laser cannons can also be used!"

"Each crew docks the heavy vehicles at the entrances and exits, we can use those things as cover, we can throw away any baggage and mobility, and then we need to defeat the enemy, and then invade the palace, food and supplies are at will, as long as we can kill an enemy, we can vent tens of hundreds of doubling supplies!"

"Stormtroopers and Skady veterans, grenadiers or battle-hardened compatriots, you are the largest in number and the most powerful backbone, don't suffer because you are not the elite anymore, the next war we will be shields and blades, offensive and defensible."

"Finally, the companies listened well, the Imperial Guard has always been considered to live up to the aggressiveness of the Great Expedition, and after the publication of the Astarte Holy Codex by the Original, the Imperial Guard was dismantled to defend against the countless stars throughout the Empire."

"But this doesn't mean that we have no teeth, no nails, no blades, no guns, as warriors, whether it is defense or attack, we are good at it, and then we have to exterminate the enemy's living force, and end the long power pull and force contradiction between the traitor force and Skadi on the Ngilli spaceport!"

"In other words, all the sacrifices and deaths that have been made since the expedition two years ago will come to an end on our battlefield, and those who are dishonored, despised by traitors, or who have died innocently, will be destroyed in front of the hammer of the Imperial Guard, we are the hammer of the Empire, remember."

"My body, my bones, my heart, and my soul are all for human beings to cross the netherworld, until the emperor's twilight human beings have been obscure for thousands of years, we still only need, only, can only accomplish one goal, that is, victory!"

"For the Emperor, build bunkers, for the Emperor, carry sandbags, for the Emperor, install weapons, for the Emperor, activate the Bird Divination, for the Emperor, kill the enemy."

"At this point, let's go to war!"

His language was high-pitched, and the soldiers looked up, those fateful fates were intertwined with their long battle experience, from carrying sandbags to laying down arms, wiping down weapons, preparing body armor, and loading bombs and filling them with projectiles.

Amid the smell of gunpowder and sweat on the battlefield, this massive elevator is slowly turning into a war fortress, whether it is the intricate sandbag trenches or the adamantite shields, the Astartes, the forest heroes of Katachan, or the veterans of Skadi, all represent the climax of the Ngilli invasion.

Like a music prelude, like a theater setting the stage, in front of the eyes of the emperor and the lord of change, a space opera performed by loyalists and traitors alike is kicking off.

(End of chapter)