In the manor hall of Bandertar, this palatial place was once filled with all kinds of noble things that mortals could not understand, and at this moment, a large number of energy pipelines and heavy communication equipment were arranged here, and it was also at this moment that the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi accurately obtained the ability to communicate with the fleet.

This also signaled the Imperial Navy to approach the fortress by not removing the heavy crystal generators from the armory and the heavy backpacks of the second lieutenants and the equipment on the Chimera's command-shaped armored vehicles.

In the midst of all the hardships, this crazy and hectic night was finally over, the second lieutenant's eyes were already heavy, caffeine and stimulants were barely working mechanically, he had to finish this strategic communication, and then try to rest for a while.

The officer, following the section of the Imperial Infantry Handbook on how to deal with a doping overdose, stimulated his bare chest with rhythmic techniques and a small amount of charged wires, softened his muscles and tried to avoid the possibility of subsequent heart attacks, but the soldiers on the battlefield probably did not enjoy this "service".

The hot electricity made the lieutenant grit his teeth as he drank the bitter Reca coffee and called out over the heavy communicator.

After the dial was confirmed, the voice of Commander-in-Chief Alan Bair was heard. "Inform the ground troops, the signal is smooth, the Destruction Eagle Warband has returned, the relics storage work is going well, Emperor bless, boy, you did a good job."

"I've read the intelligence documents on the ground, the situation of those freak soldiers is tricky, the Destruction Eagles have descended, and they are expected to reach your area in 50 hours...... They brought supplies and armaments, and in order to arrive as soon as possible, only sixty Space Marines went, of course, there were also company commanders and non-commissioned officers, as well as technical sergeants who maintained the relevant equipment, but the transportation problem was limited, and the two dreadnoughts could only be on standby. ”

The second lieutenant replied weakly. "Enough, Boss, we hold on, at least, no one can get a position from us until the light of the star torch is extinguished! The Katachans have got a map of the enemy's plan, and I've lined up in an array that will take the enemy by surprise. ”

Alan Bair asked again in a hoarse voice over the radio. "So have you dug up the second plan? What if your intelligence is a decoy, you must do a good job of changing tactics twice anytime and anywhere, I understand that time is pressing, and the soldiers have no energy, but the officers need to know the general situation. ”

"Although war is more improvised, what is within its reach must be done well." His tone was a bit of the elder's preaching to the younger, and there was also the arrogance of a superior officer, but the second lieutenant knew that he was qualified.

The second lieutenant could only answer. "Of course, it's foolproof."

"Then you go and rest, my order, you sound like a dying man, don't waste time, go and rest, and then prepare for another war, this cruel world is like this, keep repeating this cycle." Alan Baier replied a little helplessly, he was powerless to change the status quo, and it was difficult for him to help his brother who really fought immediately.

At this point, the second lieutenant replied. "Yes!"

On the other side, the man who had been given the command of the rune warriors, the new leader of the First Tribe, did not prepare for war after hastily detaining the original leader, instead, he sat in the truck and walked towards the camp.

Unlike most people's imagination, this group of crazy people has no interest in the ordinary people of the lower classes, and even a few once kind fighters rely on their own voice to persuade their comrades to carry civilians out of the combat area, and the truck has just left from an industrial-grade elevator.

But the new leader, Rodman, simply rubbed the symbol hidden around his neck while sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, clutching a bag of unremarkable ashes.

He was not a good man, but for the first time he promised soldiers to transport civilians out of the war zone, and his goal was to waste time and preparation time at the cost of fighting, that is, the powder in his bag.

The Imperial Guard cleaned the battlefield as if a jackal, tiger and leopard gnawed at the corpses, especially the ashes and remains of the Great Devil, but no matter how clean those things were, they could not completely dissipate, and with the help of the one on the Brass Throne, he found the powder that had drifted away in the elevator, the place that had once served as a battlefield.

Most of them are incinerated on the corpses of mortals who have been infected and mutated by the Great Demon Spirit, and this remains of about 20 grams or so, less than the spices in the pepper jar in the cafeteria, can change the fate of this star area.

He carefully placed the items into a delicate, sealed cowhide bag, a relic carved with many strange symbols, and seemingly had a repressive effect, so that it could store the remains of the Great Demon that could easily dissipate in the physical world.

It was only when the crew arrived at the camp that he saw that the compatriots who were arming were fighting with each other, and in the early morning when the artificial light had only risen, in this rare and still good place, in the palace of the nobles, their dissatisfaction and disunity were obviously abnormal.

Secondly, the war is ahead, only at this moment, today, at this moment, they can't help but unite!

He stepped into the palace, and the people fell silent, and the former company commander of the Third Tribe cursed. "It's a reasonable one!"

"Look, look, the recruits of the 8th Company have lost the strategic map to the enemy, and now we can't attack, and it's even more uncomfortable to defend, the Imperial Guard has mastered our core motives, and the surprise plan we expected is half the effort!"

But Rodman, the leader of the First Tribe, opened his mouth to scold the man. "We're not dogs anymore! Third tribe, watch your words! ”

The runes on his neck showed a faint red light, and his angry emotions and the thought that this matter was implicated made him resonate with the highly corrupted body of the subspace, and at this moment people saw that his skin was red by a degree, and then his teeth were sharpened, but for this group of monsters, mutated bodies were simply commonplace.

The company commander of the Third Tribe wilted, but the leader of the Eighth Tribe, who lost the strategic map, took a step. "My child lost something, although he was killed, but according to the law of the legion, I am also guilty, punish me!"

Now that Rodman was relieved, he rubbed his stinging neck and said. "We are not one, now for our own separate affairs, I have no right to punish you, but you can make up for it, I ask for the next sprint, encirclement and suppression, your troops to carry out surprise maneuvers, walk a few kilometers more than others, go around the north gate of the Imperial Guard, and destroy their defenses."

The company commander of the Third Tribe spoke. "Then we're not ......"

"That's right, bait, but the responsibility is on the Eighth Company, and it makes sense for them to do this, isn't it?" Rodman asked.

"You're going to give this loser a chance? He's just had an accident! The Third Tribe Company Commander was a little dissatisfied, but he also understood that this was a mortal death, they would need to pass through an area of the city that had proven to be under enemy surveillance, and they lacked heavy firepower to bomb it.

Even for this group of rune freaks, that place is still extremely dangerous, and Katachan's existence is like a sword of Damocles hanging somewhere, and the 8th Company has already suffered a loss, so his dissatisfaction is more about letting them take responsibility for what they can't be responsible for.

But the leader of the Eighth Tribe spoke immediately. "No, there won't be a second failure, if it fails, our area, about 600 brothers, all can die!" He's a bit crazy, he's been kidnapped by the so-called honor.

Rodman nodded. "Half an hour later, the general assault will begin, to prove your word, brother......" But there was not approval in his eyes, but a touch of complexity, and a touch of cunning......

It didn't matter how the barbarians planned the battle, but when the chief commander was resting, the chief of staff of the Tadashi Academy took over the command, and after the array was deployed in the trenches to the southwest, he sent someone to reinforce part of the external defensive array.

A few heavy bombs were guarding the area, and if the enemy wanted to bypass the area, they would need to make a detour from the southwestern camp of the surprise attack to the outside, while Katachan and the Stormtroopers had already set up traps and defensive arrays in the city, and at every corner and pass, alley and house were their eyes and soldiers.

It's smart and a headache, but war is everything, and the chief of staff strokes his modified palm, and when the Imperial Loyal Heir graduates come to his special position, they will basically transform this right hand to help them shoot...... Come and kill the cowards who run away from fear.

He was glad that he no longer had to shoot a projectile behind the head of his comrades, and he also thought that countless loyal heirs of the empire were using fear to increase morale, but now the empire, which was much more desperate than hopeful, was not able to change the situation.

The lieutenant's report from Pan Lan brought his thoughts back to reality, this young man was already of extraordinary status, although he was an adjutant but higher than many veterans, but he could not go any further, after all, no matter how enlightened the Skadi Infantry Regiment was, it could not completely accommodate a young man from other worlds who made rapid progress.

He shared this with the young man, but this legion, which treats everyone equally, tried not to make them feel excluded, and so far, the chief of staff also has a lot of good feelings for this young man.

The young man spoke. "The enemy has been spotted close by the reconnaissance team, about 7,000 people, and is already close to the firing range, and the battle will start in a few minutes."

The chief of staff nodded. "And where is Katachan?"

The lieutenant replied. "After discovering a company of the enemy, which was preparing to go around, it was successfully blocked, the enemy was almost completely destroyed, and only a few men reached the northern line of defense, and then were annihilated by a small number of defenders."

"No accident...... Chief of Staff closed his eyes and rested, his condition was not much better than that of most officers, he seemed relaxed more because of willpower and resistance to stimulants, you must know that in the training of the Loyal Heir Academy, forced ingestion of drugs is a compulsory course.

And only half an hour later, he heard the answer again. "The enemy retreated...... They did not invade, but left after border interference, as if they had no strategic objectives. ”

"Cover the handle, for the company of the North Face Team that went to the weak defense, but they didn't expect to be annihilated so quickly." The chief of staff replied.

"Let Katachan and the Storm Faithfuls put away their weapons and equipment, and then bring them back to the camp, and if nothing else, the first day has been held ......"

In other words, the rune warriors didn't want the Eighth Tribe to survive, and this death was not a sacrifice, the leader of the First Tribe brought home the corpses of those dead brothers from the streets where there might still be enemies.

This move greatly touched the other comrades-in-arms, not only the dog tags, but also their bodies when they were humans, but this incident was planned by Rodman from the beginning, and he took most of the remains into the second floor of the nobleman's empty palace, which was completely enclosed and lit only by candles.

and draw the Sadistic Runes with blood and bones, and cover the platform with the skin covered in blue runes.

The rough needlework connected those things, and the flesh and blood were not wasted, and they were used as sacrifices, and here, there were 800 sacrifices and souls that were completely impregnated with psionic energy, full of pain and despair, plus a trace of the remnants of the world's most special great demon.

The flickering light of the candle and the pious prostrate appearance of Rodman appeared in this hall as if flickering with the fluctuating intensity of the light.

Sometimes praying, sometimes singing, prostrate and worshipping, the skeleton is the platform, the skin is the paper, the blood is the dye, the flesh is the sacrifice, the soul is the gift, and the brother who treats himself as if he is a blood relative is completely something else, Rodman's palms are already stained with blood.

And their heads were buried, although they were only empty shells, but they could also stabilize people's hearts, but he, Rodman, left the head of a man, and he lifted the head of that stupid man, which was the head of the poor man who was the captain of the eighth company, who took his brother to death with stupid actions.

He muttered. "Good brother, good brother, if it weren't for your recklessness and stupidity, and for the bewitchment of my psionic powers, this plan would have been delayed......" He stroked, holding the head, and then suddenly crushed it with force, and the "sauce" from the skull flowed out and poured on the "feast" made of the powder of the Great Demon and the flesh and blood of the corpses.

In the fluctuations that are invisible to the naked eye, holding a sawtooth long sword, a scarlet human skin shield, and a crimson sheep's hoof and horned monster stepped out of the rune circle, he has a long black cloak, and his eyes are like the eyes of a demon.

He is the Skullsnatcher, the Immortal Champion of Torture, the greatest being of all Blood Cultists, and in his search for a valuable skull for his master, he scans his enemies until he finds the most powerful one, roars and challenges him, and then another mighty man falls.

His legend is sung all over the universe, and the demonic form in human history was born from its existence, he looked at the soldier and spoke. "My Lord invites you to go to the battlefield forever."

Rodman nodded reverently. "Willing to serve, when your army comes, set foot in the Pangia sub-star zone!"

The portal is now spitting out monsters, bloodletters, terrible skull cannons, or demon vanguards, about to set foot here.

(End of chapter)