Bright red flares rising like stars tell the Imperial Guard a swift and clear message that victory has come.

And those demonic monsters also moved in a chaotic manner after a while, to be precise, those demons originally attacked in an orderly manner, divided into several large groups according to their responsibilities, flanking and frontal breakthroughs, the division of labor was clear, and according to the situation, they were also quickly changing, and now, as if they had lost their souls and intelligence, they were dull to the feints of the Imperial Guard.

The demons rely on psionic energy to communicate, and have an absolute superior-subordinate relationship, and this demon army is not large, neither the great demon and his countless nightmares form a complete battle group, nor is the gods themselves step down and pour their will into this place to be so loved.

Psionic energy makes it easier for them to use other demons that they have conquered like an arm, but it also has the disadvantage that sub-large groups can't help but show strategic stupidity after losing their commander.

It's not the same as Greenskin's penchant for going it alone, but it's similar, the demons are something that is built by negative emotions, and without the stupidity of the commander to suppress them, the demons attack the Imperial Guard insanely, quickly, and at the same time.

To be precise, sacrificing their skulls is more important to individual demons than to win, so they now only choose to kill their enemies with the most destructive individual power, regardless of the overall war advantage.

It's just that they don't know that the Imperial Guard has already occupied most of the tactical depth and high-quality high ground, and it will be difficult for those demons to gain a real advantage if they don't attack the high ground through large-scale left-right coordination, leaving those troops in a situation where they are under attack.

The love of skulls and blood, as well as the worship of one's own father and god, and the lack of concept of death, are incomparably superior talents in warfare, and it takes a lot of resources, luck, and charisma to create similar effects in human civilization.

But in the absence of a commander, those qualities later turned into a burden, a relentless burden, under crossfire and Imperial Guard fire from high places, a huge area of firepower covered and the constant anti-infantry fragmentation bombardment on the platform of war.

Coupled with the loss of infantry synergy, the Imperial Guard's elite and runic warriors can easily fire at vehicles with anti-tank cluster mines, hot melt bombs, or even hot melt guns.

With no demons hindering anti-vehicle behavior, mortals are not necessarily worse at very close range than tactical platforms.

At this point, hope came, those weapons penetrated the demon's body, pierced the demon's engine, in the trenches, on the platforms, firing all the time, the Imperial Guard was like a clenched fist, slamming down as it exposed its abdomen on the opposite side, and with a single punch it struck the enemy with a sharp attack, more size and more experience.

In the command room, the officers who had been suppressed for a long time showed a smile for the first time in a long time, but they still did not dare to be careless in the face of an enemy like the demon, and approved the use of more firepower by grassroots officers at a time, and more manpower to carry out more crazy suppression and purging.

They were scared, the crazy greenskins, the terrible traitors of the interstellar soldiers, even the dark spirits or the forged rune freaks, the alien heretics who defiled the emperor's light did not terrify this group of iron-blooded tough men, but today, those demons did.

For no particular reason, it's just weird and difficult to deal with, and compared to the other weird beings they've seen, this group of guys is exceptionally regular, that is, there is an actual establishment and organization.

That is, those demonic beings can be reproduced, and exist almost infinitely in the dark side of this universe, in the human soul and in the haze......

Such fear is not cowardice, but the dissipation of the advice that their reason warns them of the fact that there is no absolute security in this world, after realizing that those things covet the territory of the Empire, the mortal soul, and having confronted and witnessed those crazy and terrible forces.

They were more loyal to the Emperor, and they understood more of what a valuable phrase the only human lord in the heavens was.

They became people who knew what actually existed in this world, that demons were not lies, that the religious and mystical nature of the subspace was not false, and that countless things from hell were constantly spying on their flesh and soul, skull skin, and loyal will.

The feeling is like the pores are pierced by dense tiny needles, and the blood flows out of those holes, and is locked by the skin, causing severe cerebral hemorrhage, and the person looks like the skin has only become a little red, and if you don't know, you won't understand the damage to people behind this incident.

And the only way for those iron-blooded men to deal with such fear is to kill, that is, to bombard, shoot, and kill with all the capable and powerful things they know, and to expel those demons from their essence in front of them, so that they can feel a faint sense of peace.

Such a subconscious also represents the choice of the brave in the face of fear, the weak to escape, the ordinary to go crazy, the brave to face, in the fierce fire and melee combat, every trench, every slope, every depression has become a merciless meat grinder, the smell of blood and sulfur, the malicious wind, combined into a terrible nightmare symphony.

Under the endless shooting, explosions, tumbling rubble, cracked sandbags, and the wails of dissipating souls and demons, fear was dispelled, leaving nothing but desolation.

This is how the Empire is doing it today, as long as the presence of demons is witnessed, the instinctive reaction of the Empire's people, the unknown, fear, and cowardice, and then attacks them more frantically than exterminating heretics and aliens.

This is the result of the pain buried in the human genome, and the result of the emergence of the source of all the suffering of human civilization since the beginning of the Age of Dark Technology in front of the now devastated Imperials.

Either madly believe in those powers, or kill those things, which is why extremist organizations such as the Inquisition, the Grey Knights, and the Thorn Parlor have appeared again and again, and disorderly has grown in size, until most of the empire has been swallowed up.

But there was still a calm man in this place, and that was the young man the second lieutenant, who had put together enough logistics, about half of the troops, and a full 10,000 elite men in all the vehicles that the Imperial Guard could find today.

Most of them are vehicles in the hands of the enemy, and a large number of pdfs are brought, and the responsibility of this highly mobile infantry unit is also very difficult, which is to seal off the demon portal area, destroy all the demons that appear next as soon as possible, and wait for the arrival of the Destruction Eagle Warband.

The decision was clever and quick, if the demons sent a high-level demon who could serve as a commander again, those things would come back if the Imperial Guard couldn't control the situation, and if the Imperial Guard sent too many troops, the rune warriors stationed here would also become a threat.

And the commander of those troops who went away was the reliable chief of staff of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi, who was experienced, sensitive, and had systematically studied the theories of imperial militarization that ordinary Skady commands had not touched much.

He is smart and sensitive, and the troops came to their destination, this place was entered into the officer's personal terminal early, and there were a large number of demons blocking the road, but the stragglers were not threatening, and the demons were not masters of guerrilla warfare.

Of course, their individual strength is not weak, but they are more of a swimmer than a fighter when they are scattered, probably considering that they don't want to return to the boring life of the Supreme Heaven so early, those demons seem a little timid, deliberately bypassing the Imperial Guard, so that the emperor's soldiers can come to their destination without blood.

And when the chief of staff could sense when he saw the strange mansion of that destination that the soldiers should not enter it, he arranged for the troops to be stationed, digging bunkers, trenches, arranging sandbags and barbed wire.

It was clever that when the demon appeared out of thin air and the spatial sensation of those physical world exists was torn apart, crackling purple electricity and bright red muscles appeared, and a vultarian appeared.

Next, the intensive firepower cleaned up the poor worm, and the temporary portable generator ensured that the Imperial Guard's short-term firepower would not be lacking, and the excellent performance of the Deflagration Gun was like an enhanced version of the Imperial Guard's laser weapon, but the cost was too high to be densely packed in the empire's hundreds of billions of Imperial Guards, otherwise the enemies of the empire would inevitably collapse.

But at this moment, the plan of the terror is completely bankrupt, and those rune warriors have left their original positions, and they have gone after the traitor, and their current leader seems to be with endless hatred, and the Imperial Guard naturally wants to dissolve those enemies, but now they are also short of food and clothing, and they are out of ammunition and food.

The lieutenant reluctantly bypassed those things, and they would also disappear in this star area, but it was probably only temporary, and the Skadian people were as tired and empty as the empire, but they couldn't do anything to eradicate those evils.

Only Captain Kenny of the PDF expressed his displeasure with the man's departure, as he was the one who saved his troops, otherwise they would have died to the point where they could not have been able to build their troops effectively, even if they could have delivered supplies to the estate.

He also expressed his trust in the Imperial Guard, and at the same time took the remnants of the army to take the initiative to maintain the security of the industrial elevators, in order to prevent the mobile demons from entering the Midnest residential area and causing chaos and distortion.

The second lieutenant just looked at this responsible man, he shouldn't be so depressed, but he also chose to do so, for him, his homeland is the most important thing, and so a soldier should not be buried here.

And he can only report to Alan Baier, as the next true ruler of Engilly, the future of this dazzling soldier is self-evident.

Nearly to the end of the Imperial Guard's cleanup of the demons in the vicinity, the Katakhams braved the darkness of the night to return to the manor, all of whom were wounded, burns and cuts were common, and were urgently bandaged by field priests and field doctors, far less than the Anglican medical nuns, but even better.

At the same time, the Katakhams themselves have abundant emergency medicines, and those wounds are properly bandaged to stop bleeding or burn and disinfect before secondary treatment and injection of anti-inflammatory and antiseptic drugs.

With the exception of one person, the Master Chief of the Katachans, the man who had slain the demon had been severely burned all over his body, and his body was covered in a large amount of decaying material, which aggravated the ulceration on his body, and the effect of the secondary disinfection was not satisfactory, and the anti-inflammatory drugs were useless, although partly because the best first aid time was wasted on the way back to the camp.

However, most people understood that it was still because of the effect of such a large-scale outpouring of demonic blood on his body, as well as the effect of the Skullsnatcher Champion Psionic Energy that had been cursing Sergeant Katachan until he was dispersed.

However, his will was still clear, his once resolute face was now wrapped in sterilized bandages, and his powerful body lay on the unit price used by the patient, but his spirit withstood the high fever and physical pain, and he looked at every comrade clearly.

When the second lieutenant arrived, and his good friend, the Leterin Kid, the warrior still seemed generous and calm.

"Why, weeping face, I can kill a demon, brothers, give me some Amset, sprinkle it on the wound, and everything will be fine." His tone was much weaker, and he still struggled to prop up his upper body and lean against the makeshift medical bed.

The second lieutenant did not say a word, and the Lettling kid was already crying, although he was also a front-line unit, but as a sniper, his pain was not comparable to that of the non-commissioned officer of Katachan in the former special operation, and his furry palm was placed in front of the non-commissioned officer's bed, said.

"Why, didn't that mean you must have left later than me? Keep in mind that the average lifespan of the Letherins is higher than that of the Imperials. ”

Non-commissioned officer Katachang said. "The average Kartachan people live longer than the Letherins!"

The second lieutenant spoke now. "Isn't that the same as what the Ministry of War said, and that Katachan is actually a subhuman?"

At this moment, the three of them couldn't help laughing, and then there was a long silence, they didn't know how to deal with this situation, life and death on the battlefield were usually instantaneous, and the situation of non-commissioned officer Katachan could probably last for ten days and half a month, slow and difficult.

And the poor medical level of both the battlefield and the nest is unlikely to allow him to recover, and the wound continues to fester,

At this moment, it was a bit like a return to the light, and the non-commissioned officer couldn't help but say. "It's a pity that the head disappeared so soon after I fired the flare, and those demons couldn't leave anything, like ghosts or ghosts!" His words became powerful again, and the feeling affected the lieutenant as well, and he sensed sensitively that things weren't so bad.

He spoke. "Of course, according to my thoughts, those guys are similar to psionic beings, they are all supreme beings, everything about them is false, and they are forged......" The second lieutenant answered eruditely, something he had learned on the battlefield during this time.

The second lieutenant said again. "But there are exceptions, such as demonic weapons, armor, the terrain mutations they cause, those things are interfering with matter, they actually exist."

As he spoke, he saw the presence of Lytherin Kid and Sergeant Katachan's gradual improvement at the moment......

"Psionics, untouchable......" he muttered.

"Yes, yes!" His mood suddenly improved, and then he said. "The Lettling Kid is untouchable, and your body is affected by demonic psionic energy, theoretically as long as the Lighterin Kid is still by your side, your problems may be suppressed......" At this moment, the Emperor mercifully gave the victors a new chance.

(End of chapter)