At midnight, it was quiet, pitch black, and suffocating, even if the Lumen Tower was dutifully in a trance, the sentinels took turns to be vigilant, the sentry posts were also unprecedentedly dense, and the local legal department even set up a group of heavily armed bailiffs to face the "vicious" Imperial Guard.

And such a strong place is the manor of Bandertar, to be precise, the seat of his vast manor group, the seat of the actual wielders who maintain most of the military, the people, the honor, and most of the power you can imagine in the region.

This is his court, a place where the people are maintained by dense living areas and favorable conditions, where the most ordinary baker can get a huge sum of eighty throne coins a month, and here, the price is already comparable to that of Divine Terra, but most of the inhabitants here do not need to spend a penny, even food and water, and electricity are free.

Such extreme power and total free price is extreme waste and extreme violence, domineering, they are born above the people, and they are isolated from those who are lowly and detached.

It's just that when was the last time the dignitaries in the nest smelled burning? They could no longer remember that the magnificent gardens, the buildings, the great things that recorded their family's honor like monuments were maliciously smashed by the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Hammer.

The veterans loaded their ammunition, watched as the snaps snapped the batteries into lock, clicked, and opened fire on the interior of Bandertar's sprawling manor area, the palace quarters of about 120 aristocratic families.

At this moment, the advance force of the Imperial Guard broke through, this elite tactical team of 1,000 people, their goal was to create enough chaos to provide tactical support to the large force to attract the attention of the enemy, that is, the death squads, so far they did absolutely cruel, and their weapons and ammunition were absolutely sufficient.

But no one thought they could live long, not even the General Ground Commander who had delegated them and recognized them as strong and loyal, Mr. Second Lieutenant of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi.

In the Empire, it was considered an irreparable act of shame to have to send loyal Guard soldiers into irreparable despair, but the Imperial Guard had no choice, victory was accompanied by death, success was accompanied by sacrifice, they complemented each other, and death never left.

They have become outcasts, they have nothing to do with honor or death, they are voluntary, in order to let their brothers who live and die together, they are willing to give up their will and body, and for the sake of victory, they do the desperate act of burning, killing, looting, and attracting firepower.

When the veteran puts on the promethine burner, the Inferno Gun is warming up, the promethine jar is heavy and dangerous, and the explosion can turn the wielder into a ball of flame if a bullet is embedded, and he must also penetrate deep into the enemy to use his full power.

In this cramped manor area, where the range of encounters is actually only 50 meters, the jet is fully usable, and this weapon is quite effective for building enemy forts and bunkers at the end of the street, as the old saying goes, the sacrifice and risk are worth it, and this weapon has another ability, which is to burn civilians and those beautiful gardens.

Now they have burned down three or four palaces, those three or four storey villas are made of black marble, the nobles inside are fat and big-eared, their flowers and plants are even more beautiful, and the moisture and grease are crackling in the burning, with screams and despair.

Inside the charred remains of biological tissue, the white bones prove that those people are not corrupted, is it really worth the killing? Slaughtering relatively innocent nobles in order to attract enemies, but the Imperial Guard had no choice, no one loved blood, no, even in this cruel age.

The night was brightened by the glow of the fire, death and screaming were more effective than the best communicators, and the situation was complicated by those running around, but the main forces of the Imperial Guard had not seen the expected large-scale operation for a long time......

The second lieutenant prostrate inside the bunker cleared by the Katachans, a beautiful four-story manor, and the cleanup was a silent assassination, so that the location of the manor, which could barely see Bandertar from the vantage point, also fell into the hands of the Imperial Guard.

In the long-range telescope, which could be selected as an infrared mode, the lieutenant saw a silent palace surrounded by guards, and he couldn't understand why the king here would watch his subjects burn in hellish flames and not move.

"Doesn't he have honor? Or is your life more important than your territory?" The lieutenant couldn't see through the situation, and he fiddled with the beautiful clay pot that the owner of the house had loved in his lifetime, completely incomprehensible to the current situation.

"Is it possible that they can't attack?" Sergeant Katachan spoke, and the veteran, who had been fighting for many years, sensitively sensed that something was wrong.

"But I can't bet on what if it's just them hiding themselves, the Imperial Guard will be wiped out here, and the Think Tank hero of the Destruction Eagle has seen the situation, and he has seen us fight the rune soldiers."

"Fate has determined our future, then the situation has ......" The second lieutenant was jealous of those predestined prophecies, and after the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle sent out the fragments of those prophecies, the officers all tacitly agreed that they would have a fight, but the reality seemed to contradict the psionic prophecy.

The prophecy of the battle that had to be fought against time was put on hold at this moment, and the second lieutenant's trust and reliance on the non-commissioned officer of the Destruction Eagle became the poison that hindered the pace of their attack, and the officers looked at each other, and the scouts watched the front line all the time, hoping that the enemy would send out enemy troops as expected.

But even if the flames in the residential area burned to the sky and became like daylight, the metal dome was clearly visible, and the brutal killing made the emperor can't help but look sideways, and the expected attack did not come for a long time.

Time passed minute by minute, and at this point, the sun was about to reappear, although there was no sun here, but staying up all night made the soldier's body produce an indelible burden, and the sequelae of the march supported by stimulants began to appear.

At one o'clock in the morning of Standard Terra time, the Imperial Guard gave the order to attack, and the three Rand raiders of the Space Marines opened the way, keeping the infantry in harmony, and a huge team of 30,000 men drove into the most prosperous part of the region under the terrified gaze of the local nobles.

Meanwhile, high above the fortress of Bandertar, the giant manor, the terrified lord sat in the midst of his own towering, impregnable Adamantite Forge and countless guards.

This powerful lord also said wildly before, he wanted to compete on the battlefield with Alan Baier, the former Sun Lord, but he was not a warrior, nor a commander, he would only use others, but so far, the great demon who can bind the rune warriors has died, and the betrayal has come.

How he used to treat Feng, an old and ancient family, is now how he is treated, fear and helplessness are breeding, of course, he is far from being an incompetent person, and he has already built a way for himself to escape.

"Let's go." He spoke to his servant, of course, with reluctance, but he was no longer able to maintain his rule, and the people rebelled, just as he did with others.

His servant bowed his head respectfully, and the young man took his palm forward like the most involved servant, and the two of them quickly reached the cellar one after the other, and after Bandertar gently pryed a few stones, a tunnel suddenly appeared, which was the place that connected the nest pipe, and Bandertar prepared a new identity for himself.

A huge Crax-class galleon and a completely clean merchant status, a certain start-up capital, a full 30,000 throne coins, and an ancient artifact gene system forged in the Tunnel Dark Technology Era, can completely change a person.

The Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit are nothing more than that, after stepping into the gray pipes, reaching the end, the huge ancient instruments look like a man-made mechanical womb, connected to countless pipes.

Bandetar discarded his palatial clothes and ornate cane, and changed from the hidden compartment for a gray gold-rimmed captain's uniform common in the Empire, while concealing the clothes with pre-prepared materials......

He looked at his servant, took out the military laser pistol of the dark grid, and put on gloves to prevent fingerprints from being detected.

This lord has always been such a generation, so he is always surrounded by rebels, and such bloody violence and distrust of others can be the stepping stone to his hegemony, and it will also become his epitaph.

Everything that happened in this dark place of pure gold was known only to the gods, and greed flashed through the lord's eyes, and he turned away.

"My loyal servant, we will become the richest merchant in this star sector next, and you will be my first mate, come, glory and wealth, I will also leave you a reshaped identity." Bandertar walked over to the instrument and pulled open the complex inside, revealing the two individuals who had been amputated their brains and kept alive with machines and clear-colored nutrient solutions and spinal cannulations.

That is, the merchant he wants to replace and the so-called first mate for the servants, their perfect bodies can greatly increase the success rate of transformation, the ancient machine does not need to kill them, but they are just disposable items at the moment, and the so-called will does not matter at all.

At the end of the day, the instrument would be cleaned up by a hot melt bomb prepared in advance, and the servant could come here because he was the technician in charge of maintenance and operation.

At this point, Bandertar secretly held the weapon, he could not operate, he could only wait for the servant to activate, set up the complex panel, and then he killed this poor slut and became a new man himself, so that the sins of his so-called blood and soul would be washed away, and he would become his own master.

But this adult suddenly felt a tingling pain in his chest, his eyes were cloudy, and there was a muffled voice and a cold stinging pain in his heart.

A blade into his heart, and the young servant, who was no more than 30 years old, killed him with such clumsy weapons and premeditated training?

Bandertar looked at the man in amazement, he couldn't speak, blood was spilling out, and his mind flashed through the words of his stupid demon father.

Everything has a so-called "anti", from the very beginning, his rule has been constantly accumulating those "anti", and now that the wall is falling down and everyone is pushing, he feels the terrible power of that "anti".

His body was then pierced again and again, his fingers gripped the gun behind the cloak, but he couldn't pull it out, couldn't shoot it, and then his chest, heart, abdomen, intestines, and liver were torn by the blade.

The life force was draining, but the servant who had killed him simply let go of the blood-soaked knife and rummaged through his pockets with his red-stained fingers, pulling out all sorts of imperial standard documents with fire-lacquered seals, priceless treasures that had been smashed into tiny arrays of contemplatives.

The power of attorney for the ship, the registration of the trade road, the deposit of 30,000 throne coins, Bandertar was furious at the moment, and as he watched his treasures and those vellum papers go away, he realized how ridiculous his life was, because he was destined to be a marionette......

However, this servant was not a professional killer, he did not realize what this man was holding in his hand, and when he took Bandertar's dying arm and pulled out what he had been hiding behind his body, he had thought it was a priceless treasure, but he only saw the muzzle of the black hole.

The standard firearm of the Imperial Guard, the firing power of the laser weapon was comparable to a TNT explosion, and in the next moment, Bandertar, who was in a daze, pulled the trigger, and after the firing pin hit the internal energy source of the battery, whoosh, half of the young man's body was directly blown off.

Without the protection of carapace armor and bulletproof armor, an overloaded, Seiko laser pistol fired at close range, and the mortal body would inevitably be unable to endure it.

The young man's body fell heavily and smashed on Bandertar's body, which became the straw of his death.

Bright red blood flowed down the pipe of the nest, and in this dark and dull place there were only four corpses, flesh and blood without will, and their souls flew to the highest heavens, in the boundlessness of the subspace, taken by the emperor and the gods, respectively.

At this point, Bandertar saw his father again, in an unremarkable wooden house, where he had spent his childhood, except that the man was not the body of the Great Demon, and then he suddenly realized that this old man was the one in his consciousness, to be precise, the father in his knowledge.

In other words, he didn't see the real Great Demon, but ......

He subconsciously looked out of the wooden house, and outside the false window was endless pitch black, and the only light was the silver sun that towered high in the sky, which was burning.

There was no temperature, the cold was extraordinary, and at this moment his father stood up and grabbed his shoulder abruptly, the sharp claws piercing his shoulder blades, and a familiar voice appeared.

"Come, my child, we still have many old feelings that have not been counted, and I will fulfill my promise, so that life is worse than death."

(End of chapter)