The upper decks of the N'Angeli spaceport have always been favored by nobles and wealthy merchants, with free air, sufficient light sources, clean communal water, a thin stream of fountains that circulate with expensive disposable purified water in the middle nest, and coolant in the low nest.

In fact, most of the people in the nest are enjoying the recirculating water of the people here, that is, their sewers are connected to the water reservoir of billions of people in the middle nest.

When such class differences are separated by a solid physical space, the gap between the top and bottom is comparable to Mount Everest, the highest mountain on Terra, and its ascent is infinitely or even hundreds of times more difficult than Mount Everest.

And the admission ticket to enter here has been determined at the time of the people's birth, and those who are favored by the emperor either have the blood of great men who have contributed to the empire, or are born as the heirs of wealthy captains and traders, and self-made has become a kind of fantasy at the end of this obscure human civilization, the poor are destined to be poor, the rich are born rich, and the noble are born noble, that is, the imperial truth.

But everything is inevitable but not inevitable, and there is only violence that can break the walls of violence, and when there is the sound of guns in a towering and elegant manor, this must have been broken by the violence called blood.

The palatial family, who had lived here since before the Feng family pioneered it, were the heirs of the Power Guild, managing several primitive controllable nuclear fusion generators, the source of power and the elaborate operating manuals and maintenance guides they had memorized from generation to generation, mixed with a lot of religious language and intricate artistic rituals, which eventually became the key to their eternal prosperity.

But the old ways could not change their present fate, and the fat-headed and big-eared people, regardless of their faces or countenances, whether they were noble or not, were all beheaded and stood in their complacent manors with piercing wooden spears.

And the monsters that created all this terrible reality are gathering around the blood-stained and unsightly heads of the ancient Vikings, and treating the warriors with the wine from the cellar of their lord and the delicacies in the cellar.

Rune soldiers are not as fearful of the nobles as pdf, or even retreat, they discriminate and despise the high rice buckets, including the Bandertar, who never fights, for them, submission is just a springboard for a fighting opportunity, but the stupid "master" does not understand this truth.

Of course, their obedience made the guy blind to his charisma, after all, these monsters were ruffians and bounty hunters in the first place, and although they were the most brave and violent of them all, they could survive the almost perverted test, but that didn't mean they were stupid.

Just kill a few people to get a weapon that can kill a space marine, comparable to the status of a nobleman, how can they not gladly accept it? It's just that now Bandertar has no value, he can no longer provide more arms, and the means of producing his compatriots are completely mastered by this group of barbarians.

At this point they stripped their ranks, forsaken the honors that mortals had given them, and let only those strange blue symbols touch the air, forging and appeasing themselves with wine, blood, food, death, forging.

Are they weakened as a result? No, on the contrary, the monsters who obey themselves exist in the form of tribes, and the army of 20,000 people has formulated dozens of tribes large and small according to the standards of companies and regiments, and those seemingly loose alliances have allowed this group of monster soldiers with extraordinary combat effectiveness to show combat effectiveness far beyond that of normal military organizations.

Specifically, the leaders meet to determine the big goal, and then the tribes routinely take responsibility, and such a plan is very stupid under the modern tactical system, but they are not human to be precise.

Strong individual ability and will to fight, more often they are something between special forces and twisted bloodthirsty maniacs, they can effectively organize and plan tactics and can also fight together, from the perspective of efficiency, ironically, such a tribal nature has surpassed the combat ability of the traditional structure of the Imperial Guard under the premise of extremely high individual soldier quality.

And at this moment, the most powerful monsters who rule over the monsters are meeting in the living room of this manor, and unlike the imaginary madness, the standard strategy map of the militarization of the empire and the orderly seating arrangement.

If it weren't for the runes on their bodies, they would look essentially the same as those Imperial officers, and given their actual combat experience, they might be smarter and more powerful than most Imperial officers, but they would not be associated with words such as gentleness, elegance, and civilization.

Next to the strategy map, the commander of the First Company, now the leader of the First Tribe, is using markers to mark the complex strategy map of the upper nest. "I think that in the next war, if we want to win, we can wait in the villa area, and then attack the Imperial Guard with minefields and multi-faceted encirclement, annihilating those enemies worthy of fighting in one fell swoop, while at the same time routinely saying our declaration to Bandertar."

He was not very old, but he had a good temperament, blonde hair, and the intricate lines on his cheeks were so much fuller than those of his other brothers that his expression was blurred, and only the swollen muscles of his body told those who witnessed him that this monster was not to be messed with.

However, the other chieftains here were a little dissatisfied with his opinion, mainly because they could not face the best of the Imperial Guard, and yes, they wanted the enemy to engage them with adequate supplies and better individual soldiers, because the essence of this battle was not to win, but to fight.

Such morbid thoughts could not be dissipated in the minds of this group of barbarians for a long time, but they were not stupid, and even if they failed, they would have a way out.

Because their asteroid fortresses are almost independent, strong individual strength and a certain ability to advance make most of the spy methods and brainwashing, coercion, useless for this group of warriors.

Secondly, they are so naturally rebellious, and their self-acting character is also expected of the people who created them.

Although it was Bandertar who created the group of things in this sector that he had no control over, they were part of the endless evil taste of the Lord of Change.

Because the core of the Lord of Change has always been to maintain interference in the Pangia sub-star region, Bandertar's existence is a stain on his plan, everything has an "anti" side, and how much Bandertar has achieved now, the empire and the emperor have paid more attention to this place.

Rather than maintaining the clumsy rule of the stupid bastard, his archdemon and clone sculptures are his real goals, and these runic monsters are meant to obliterate Bandertar's tombstone and the means he intends to use to strengthen his control over the sector.

It's just that creation makes people, under the endless changes and the interference of the emperor, as well as the strong willpower of the imperial people and the variables of the nest world Skadi becoming a fortress world and a conscription ground for the destruction of the eagle, the gods who have mastered the changes have also been put on the table.

But he also succeeded, because the Red Pirates and this group of rune monsters are his real bottom line, no matter which one is extremely strong, even if the emperor intervenes, the control of this star sector, he will hold it in his hands.

In essence, the contradiction here is the contradiction between the emperor and the lord of all changes, and from the perspective of countless beings in the mortal world, the entire star region is just one of the countless chessboards of its two subspace powers, and such a game is repeated and staged again and again in the huge scope of millions of worlds of the entire empire, in a huge time counted in tens of thousands of years.

And the wise man must make a mistake, how did the Lord of All Kinds not expect that the soldiers he had created with all his calculations would be so contradictory in their style, but given that the gods are not the only one, and if it were not for the four gods to stumble on each other, the emperor would never have been able to have a weak upper hand for 10,000 years.

And this matter is changing rapidly, and it is not known how much effort the one on the brass throne has spent.

At this point, the deputy leader of the First Tribe took the opportunity to speak, compared to his boss, his figure was not so large, to be precise, this brown-haired middle-aged man looked a little thin, after all, the rune warrior's asteroid fortress had very little food, and there was also high-calorie void creature meat, and it was not easy to grow muscles in such a situation.

But they are not known for their strength, it can be said that most of the Empire's powerful forces rarely put their physical strength too high, and if it weren't for the use of the Empire's large-caliber high-power weapons, as well as the overall endurance and coordination, the Space Marines would probably become tall and thin.

The emaciated man spoke. "We should choose to attack the Imperial Guard after they rule this place, and the time will not be too long, so that the transport planes we have arranged can leave, and at the same time the Imperial Navy will also be far away from the so-called area of engagement to start."

His words were agreed with by most people, for whom Bandertar's existence did not matter, and that the battle with the elite of the Imperial Guard, especially the Skadis and the Astarte of the Destruction Eagle, had a fair share in the hearts of those who worshiped force and violence.

At the same time, this plan also solved their retreat problem, if they started a war, they probably could not evacuate this place, and could only hold on until the attack of the Red Pirates began, but if they did what the deputy leader wanted, they could do it immediately after the attack on the Imperial Guard.

In an instant, the hearts of those warriors were filled with this plan, which could satisfy their bloody desires and existential plans, and at this point, the deputy leader looked at the leader of the First Tribes with an expression like a successful hunter.

The blond-haired leader spoke. "I don't agree, the Imperial Guard is not weak, we want to fight them with the goal of surviving in the Void, I don't agree with Bandertar's passivity, but I also don't agree with blindly satisfying our own desires."

"Behind us is not only ourselves, but also the one who gives us strength, and victory is more important than honor at this moment, isn't it?"

His words silenced many of the excited fellows, and while the throbbing of warriors was cheering them, they were also responsible for the fate and responsibility given to them by the Great Lord of Change.

At this point, the second, fourth, fifth, and ninth tribes of the old faction, a total of four companies and about 8,000 people, thought that conservative tactics should be adopted to annihilate the enemy.

The third, sixth, seventh, and eighth, these companies with more aggressive attack styles became the core force supporting the deputy chief, and the number of warriors was very different from that of the old-school style.

At this point, the most powerful and the most sophisticated, and at the same time the least numerous, the first company once again became the chip on the cusp, on both sides of the scale, the last chip.

Its leader placed his palms on the shoulders of his comrades and spoke earnestly. "Rodman, if you are not a perfidy, I want you to support me, and don't forget the help and shaping of the Lord of Change and Bandertar." His tone was full of disappointment and incomprehension, why did this comrade-in-arms who shared the weal and woe with him split his comrade-in-arms at this moment?

"Crowe, you're just as stupid, sluggish, and at the mercy of others as you were when you were a bodyguard, and you have absolute power now, but you still want someone to pay you, salary?" The deputy leader read the name of the man in front of him.

The thin man patted himself on the shoulder, as if carrying the palm on his shoulder was extremely disgusting.

"We are lions, arrogant greatness, hunters, and beings beyond mortals, and you, with the so-called responsibility, obligation, and fate, bind our nature and obliterate our miracles."

"You're not my captain anymore, you're just a dog tamed by Bandertar!"

The leader immediately retorted. "No, I'm not, I'm never going to be!" He is the closest to the Lord of Change, his thoughts are the purest, and his choices are the most beneficial to the best of things, but he has become the target of public criticism at the moment.

After those demonized words, the hearts of the tribes were already shaken, and at this moment, the deputy leader suddenly punched, extremely fast, and shouted. "Here's the proof!"

It was like thunder and lightning, a storm, a brisk walk, in a position of about two positions, the sudden punch, even abrupt and fast enough to catch the rune soldiers, who had always been sensitive and vigilant, off guard.

And even so, most of them saw what happened, but the strongest and most experienced of them was the leader of the company, but he was tied in a knot.

Blood was pouring from the tip of his nose and his head was almost stagnant. "What, me?"

The deputy leader spoke. "If I had fired, or had a bayonet, you were dead, admit it, you had become someone else's pet."

"Impossible, you!" His justification was incomparably pale in the face of the blood in his nose, and his abilities were degrading......

At this point, after the complete occupation of the Imperial Guard, the plan of the attack was carried out, but after the departure of the former leader of the lost company, under the empty hall, the deputy leader who was strong against the crowd, and now the owner of the company, stroked the bright red mark on his neck, hidden under the military uniform, and that infamous trace, the symbol of one of the gods that people know, the mark of abuse.

(End of chapter)