In the aftermath of the war, this tragic and painful experience resulted in the death of 10,000 people, and the loyal Skadi's values were extraordinary, with superior wisdom and will, and combat effectiveness to most of the Empire.

Now that they had left at the same time with the mess of the upper nest, only to sacrifice in exchange for the second return of the Destruction Eagle, some people might think that those warriors should not have left in the first place, but a grotesque subspace creation can cause only a lot more chaos than the appearance of demons now.

And the only person in the Empire who can handle this thing at the moment is the think tank non-commissioned officer of the Destruction Eagle.

In front of the portal, ritual objects forged from chaos and twist, human flesh or skeletons already stink, but they did not decay, and in the presence of subspace blurred the notion of their existence, the confusion was that time had stopped those flesh and bones from being corrupted by bacteria.

This aristocratic and beautiful villa now bears abnormal bone spurs, and distorted phantoms and subspace energy surround its surroundings for a long time.

When the warriors of the Destroying Eagle pushed open the creaking old gate and stepped into this strange place, they found that in less than two days, strange plants had grown on the wooden furniture.

Peculiar distortions, shouts, and disorderly floats in the dead palace, where light and heat cannot be generated, not even the high-brightness promethium lamps used by the Imperial Guard are dim and unlit.

Strange small and medium-sized creatures ran around the mansion, gnawing and squeaking, and then a metre of cat-like creatures fell, biting, black blood splattered, and the whole room was covered with thorn vines, strange plants, and abnormal movements, strangling the entire cat-like creatures.

This strange and strange food chain was undoubtedly revealed in front of those warriors, and the space marines in a group of four couldn't help but be surprised, in such a short period of time, subspace showed an abnormal shaping ability, making it seem as if it had gone through tens of millions of years.

And their red and white armor is beginning to lose its color in the gray air here, this is a world without light, everything is pitch black, even the superman created by the emperor.

It is devouring colour, and at this point, the normal will become grotesque, the logical will become disordered, the loved will be disgusting, and the thorns and bone spurs will climb the marble buildings, swallow the furniture made of wood, and now the superman of the empire can be a part of it, and the fighting brothers are helpless against it.

The armor became heavy, the explosives could not be fired, the vines and monsters spread, but the tactical knives were no longer sharp, and the infrared mode of the eye indicator dissipated, and only the faint red light from the portal in the darkness allowed the warriors of the Destroying Eagle to see the terrifying and grotesque scenery at this moment.

"We're finished, brother!" The Space Marine's officer raised his sluggish chainsaw sword, and the gate to the manor was covered in vines and buried in pitch black, and he could no longer even send out a radio, only to tear the endless withered thorns with his chainsaw.

The monsters were getting closer and closer, and the officer of the advance force could only meditate. "Half a minute, the second detachment assaulted ......"

Then, after the words of the hoarse calamity, the scorching flames tore open the rotten wooden doors, scorching like bright stars, runes and exploits on his armor, nobility and bravery, wisdom and jealousy, and the flames of the emperor's bounty surrounded the falcon sword.

Warmth, light, where the flames touched, the vines withered, the monsters retreated, and the tall warrior stood among his brothers with their gold-trimmed armor.

"Disaster has struck!" He shouted loudly, the flames intensified, demonic, grotesque, twisted screams appeared throughout the space, the Master Chief raised his weapon and stepped forward, his brother who had lost his color was like a bath in the spring light, and the place where the color had dissipated turned to gray-white burned dust.

The subspace energy is constantly being dispersed, disturbed, dispersed, and the hero of the Destroying Eagle has stepped closer to the portal, he silently recites the name of the God Emperor, and the flaming sword is wielded, completely cutting away this painful experience.

It's over, the slaughter of demons, the invasion of subspace, those demons that permeate the upper nest are like rootless water after the subspace energy escapes, dissipating from the cracks of reality, but the places polluted by the subspace still exist in the upper nest, and leave the actual distortion.

The Inquisition will then melt and wipe everything away with burning and vaporization, and this "controllable" demonic invasion will end with "the upper nest being blown up by the traitor legion".

The elite of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi and the Storm Troopers, who were also involved in the war, will be invited to the Inquisition for a full investigation and amnestics, or physical cleansing, of individual war wounds or mental problems.

It's just that no matter how much pain and distortion the demon has caused, it has nothing to do with Commander-in-Chief Alan Bair, who is sitting in his office on the Portero at the moment, waiting for an old man who has been waiting since the end of the war.

This young and great hero of the empire has performed countless miracles, but he is just bored fiddling with the star charts at the moment, looking very tired, but in good spirits, but to be precise, he has not slept well for many days and months, and most people think that the upper echelons are relaxed, but this is not the case.

He's busy, investigating the movements of the Blackheart King, or calming the restless Imperial Navy captains and the Imperial Guards who can't continue to sit on the ship.

With its huge logistical needs and the personal requirements of a large number of planetary governors and Void Fortress Lords in various places, it can be said that the war has not yet been finalized, but those people are already thinking about how to divide the battle merits and future, if it weren't for Alan Baier sitting here, it would be like a big mountain, and those people would probably have turned into pirates and returned home with the scarred Enjili.

This is also the reason why the three large armies of the 113th Armored Regiment of Flacia and the 12th Pangia Armored Regiment, which are directly under him, are absolutely unable to move.

The Empire has never been a monolith, they are only subordinate to the more powerful lords and heroes, and they are not obedient to the rhetoric of the weak, even if Alan Baier can speak well, but without the command of half of the warships in this star sector and the permanent battle group composed of the four strong regiments of the prestige and the Imperial Guard, he is just like countless noble generals of the Empire in name only.

Without the permission of those high lords or star sector overlords, those so-called generals are just rubbish holding women, and even the military uniform needs the help of the orderlies, and if those people get the power, it will make the great warriors of the empire their tuition, a lesson in failure.

The Imperial Lord's efforts in the war didn't seem so unscathed, nor did it seem exciting or great, but realize that just the Inquisition's kindness to the Skadi Legion was not because the extremists had become good, but that in this sector, the Imperial Guard was more powerful than the madmen.

And this privilege is because of Alan Baier, second, because of the blackheart king's eyesight, and third, because of the joining of the Destruction Eagle Warband as a space marine, yes, the value of the Star Marines is not only warriors, as the heirs of the emperor, they are also one of the few organizations that dare to show their faces to the Inquisition.

Even if the Destruction Eagle is not as good as the original warband, that is, their mother group, it has still become a part of the power that the Inquisition has taken into account, and under the control of many parties, the Inquisition, which has no tolerance for heresy and demons, has given in at this moment.

You must know that maintaining a large fleet of millions of people, worried about other forces within the empire, the imperial warriors can fight unscrupulously, and they can have the right to squander and the support of the locals, essentially because of Alan Baier's logistics and his prestige in the war.

And such a hero was waiting for the arrival of one of his few valued men, and after a hoarse old voice knocked on the door, the young man spoke. "Please come in."

It was Captain Bordello who had made an early appointment, and at this moment he came on a battleship loyal to his beauty lord, and the battleship that once belonged to him looked a little strange at the moment, and he subconsciously felt that he did not belong here.

The old man in the Imperial Admiral's uniform sat down at his desk when he spoke. "I believe in you, but ......"

The captain couldn't help but praise. "This is one of the largest deep space platforms in the Empire, hundreds of kilometers, tens of millions of artillery batteries, and four giant connectors, which can bear the ability of ship maintenance and fleet rest, and getting it is equivalent to getting a mobile technological world!"

"If you take into account its economic value and defense capabilities, it is more special and noble than any imperial world......"

Alan Bair showed an unexpected sense of humor. "Don't put it on gold, it belongs to you, your family, your destiny, your bloodline."

"But I didn't do anything." The captain replied, ashamed, stupid.

Alan Bair pulled out a piece of brown paper. "From now on, you have to do it, from now on, you will take care of this place for me, and you have loyalty, as well as the inheritance and legal principles here, and most of the property here is still in the hands of your family." There was a little joy in his words.

Because if it weren't for the captain's bloodline, the Imperial Guard would not have been able to control this place, just like Bandertar, his behavior was disgusted by so many people, the essence was because he had no legal system, and if the captain's family was used, the Imperial Guard would have gained the hearts and minds of the people here.

The return of the stars is absolutely righteous and right in the eyes of the imperial people.

And the captain looked at the treaty above, he would get his family and everything, but there was no need to pay anything, he didn't know much about it, and then said. "Don't you promise anything for your offspring?"

Alan Bair replied. "I only care, and I will only live in Skadi, if in the long years, the Skadi army has deteriorated, you, not only you, but also Panlan, Minatilia, and Gondeva, can completely abandon Skadi."

"If one day the Skadian people don't know what they are fighting for, even if they maintain the contract, it is useless, if the person does not change, no matter how simple the contract is, it will not lose its validity, if the person changes, no matter how powerful the contract is, it is useless."

"What I need is not my dynasty, I just want this sector not to fall into darkness, I want this to be the strongest place possible, so that our home will no longer be defiled by anything, aliens, heretics, demons, not good."

The captain licked his shriveled mouth, then nodded. "If your word can be fulfilled, I want me and my family to be enslaved for generations......"

"People have been chasing stability and stability all their lives, and you, you, can give us this, you are no longer the young officer I once saw, now you are the war hammer of the Empire, smashing countless enemies of the Empire!"

Alan Baier shook his head. "There are still stubborn rocks in the way ahead, there is still a test of whether the warhammer is strong enough, my thoughts are far from reaching the limit, the alliance has only been established, the lords and governors are afraid of each other, the Imperial Guard is not a monolith, the Space Marines, the Inquisition, the nuns of the Church, for the rule of Skady is like looking at other lords of the star sector, I can't wait to take a detour."

"If I want the empire to be stable and strong, I can't just rely on the Imperial Guard, but also those warriors, supermen, women, madmen, and all this has not yet landed, and there is a stubborn stone in front of us......"

The captain bowed his head slightly. "King Blackheart, that wicked traitor is coming?"

"At most half a year, there are alarms from Space Marines and Imperial Guards everywhere, this is a particularly large fleet, and the Merion, which gives us a headache, is the damn Ark of Bad Omen, there are two of them, and ironically, this vital intelligence ratio is not from the Empire, but from Titanium." He couldn't laugh or cry.

"Titanium?" The captain was a little surprised.

"That's right, in order to deal with him, I even have to win over the aliens, which can be described as unscrupulous, but in order to protect the situation we created." Alan Bair replied.

"During this time, I want you to reinforce the Ngilli spaceport, and at the same time, the two casting worlds of Pan Lan and Minatilia have already built two heavy volcano cannons, which are being transported and assembled as parts on the Njili spaceport."

"Entering the battle mode, we need to face a terrifying renegade of Star Marines and two Arks of Evil Omen loaded with all kinds of evil creatures!" He said sternly, changing the previous slack due to tiredness.

And the captain said. "Empire? How about the High Lords? Aren't those people hands-on? If you come to a Space Marine start-up group, or a fleet that has experienced the Gothic Wars, or even a few Krieg legions......"

Alan Bair interrupted his ramblings and said. "It's not Terra here!"

The captain was silent, that's right, this is not Terra, there will be no support from all sides, there is no permanent Imperial Fist here, there is no forbidden army surrounding the palace, there is no battle nun, the Inquisition, this is just one of the countless ordinary star areas of the empire, and the value is not high.

If the Blackheart King can be delayed here for a while, then the rear troops can be gathered more thoroughly, and if the Blackheart King eats this star area and no longer expands, then the empire is even more relieved.

To put it bluntly, because Pangia is on the side of the maelstrom, she is destined to be an outcast......

(End of chapter)