Volcanic artillery fire brought a temporary void in the battle situation, and the battle line, which stretched for tens of millions of kilometers, instantly fell silent, and such silence represented the confusion and fear of the enemy, that is, the sudden loss of their command link.

At the same time, when the enemy was unable to change the battle line, a large number of dormant destroyers and light cruisers approached, firing torpedoes and opening high-strength Void shields in close combat.

In this dark 40,000-year-old era of ancient naval warfare, which was dominated by ship concealment and long-range strikes, the high-strength protection of the Void Shield and the brisk combat speed of small barges have made melee ships more capable in this dark universe.

Formations of massive light warships open fire on the enemy in a vast theater of operations, and the thing that causes heavy damage is the seemingly slow Void torpedo.

Commanderless enemy warship groups became perfect targets for torpedoes in narrow artillery arrays, thousands of flickering molten torpedoes set the Void on fire, and countless ships that had served the Empire in the war dissipated in the disgrace of being used by traitors.

The battleships that were hit by the torpedoes but did not collapse stopped because they lost control, or were pushed away by powerful explosions, crashing like dominoes, and the dense battlegroups were also covered by the fire of the Imperial Navy, and the battleships that could not be placed in auxiliary corners because of the impact were forced to be fired at the maximum angle.

Under the chain reaction, in the chaos, many light warships are constantly interspersed, swimming in the battle columns, the petite body causes more chaos, and the torpedoes and jumping ships thrown from time to time also cause great commotion, after the Star Marines are unable to effectively attack and obstruct, and after losing the general communication command area, the traitor's array makes them more vulnerable, and those poor creatures have once again become a rabble.

This is not abrupt, but rather that they are, and the so-called militarized qualities or war abilities of those rabbles under the oppressive rule of the Space Marines and the domination of a large number of terminal nobles have all vanished in the fear and chaos caused by a volcanic cannon.

First, they saw the terrible weapon like the end of the world, and second, the overwhelming chaos caused by the loss of their commander, and the battle-hardened admiral used his troops like gods, but behind this there was the sacrifice of poor heroes......

The good news spread all the way to the Imperial Navy, and they bought a lot of time, and the large-scale Red Pirate army was far more difficult to dispatch than this group of thugs, and they had a lot of time to deal with and clean up the bastard traitors here.

At the same time, Alan Baier also got a little solace in his anxiety, and in his office, the senior admiral of the Imperial Navy was reporting on the progress of his work, how many warships they had destroyed, how many enemies they had destroyed, about 30 percent of the Red Pirates' troops were expected to be wiped out, and hundreds of Apocalyptic Space Marines died, and it took only seven hours to tear through the situation of the battle that lasted for several days.

And Alan Baier spoke. "Has the assault interceptor unit been found?"

The admiral flashed a look of guilt in the virtual screen, but he answered immediately. "No, the war zone is too big, all the transport planes are looking for it now, and the battleship has turned on the bird divination, but we haven't found the wreckage, according to the confessions of the captured heretics, those brave people may have left the war zone before the fuel ran out, and they don't know where to float in the void."

"The good news is that they all have their own guns......" he said, stopping the conversation, and Alan Baier understood the Empire's choice, which was to abandon those people, but he spoke. Those three pilots are treasures of the Empire, and if you want me to say that their value is more important than many of the things you hold onto, it would be better to expand the search than to erect their statues or meaningless tombstones. ”

The Admiral nodded. "Until the Red Pirates follow-up ships arrive, we will, the Emperor bless them, I don't think the loyalists will die like this, we will try to find them......"

He said again. "I heard that there is a disturbance in the nest?"

Alan Baier rubbed his temples. "The Fourth Infantry Regiment of Skadi is gone, there are many doubts about this matter, I don't want to make any more troubles, and according to the investigation of the Inquisition, I think there should be a damn Supreme God behind this matter."

He thought of the source of the disgusting plague that boiled the soup, and he sent the Destroyer Eagle's Think Tank Sergeant with his squad, as well as Inquisitor Nova of the Inquisition and her team of fighting acolytes.

At the same time, the local pdf and bailiffs were also dispatched, but the enemy still touched the residential area beyond their expectations, which was not expected by Alan Baier, and behind the collapse of those houses was the homelessness of the inhabitants of the empire and the fact that their deposits were zero.

In this dilemma that the poor workers did not have enough resistance to risks, and the neighborhood would limit the combat effectiveness of large legions, he also sent a noble war lady to help in this war.

He turned off the communicator and told him that everything would be fine, and in his order, the second lieutenant of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady was working with the Master Chief of the Destroying Eagle on a moving command armored vehicle to plan tactically against the mobs, who were required to resolve the war quickly enough rather than suppress it.

At the same time, the engineering recruit Nord, who was on the front line, had already looked depressed, because he saw the panicked expressions of the residents, their faces bandaged with white gauze, and the smell of low-quality medical alcohol, which was so strong that he couldn't help but want to vomit at his head.

The PDF's line of defense had completely collapsed, and he could only work, and his troops were repopulated, and there were many survivors in it, and there were also quite a few veterans who had been serving since the time of Bandertar, but they were far less laborious than him, but what they made was often better than him, and he felt a sense of comparison at this point, only soon he gave up because he was tired, and those seemingly easy repetitive movements were draining him.

Now the job, as he usually does, except this time he uses sandbags to build sandbag areas little by little to fill in the empty city defense line according to the training tutorial, or to carry a large metal cart, a half-man tall war tool like a standing X, used to hinder the invasion of vehicles.

Rows and rows of metal heavy repulsors filled the front of the battle line, encircling most of the area, so that vehicles like tanks could only go around the road, and a large number of mines were deployed in front of the sandbag fortress, but he didn't understand, why was the front of the sandbag position a residential area, could bullets pass through buildings?

But this time the enemy was in front of him, and he remembered what it was like to be on the battlefield, his own powerlessness, and those emotions turned into new motivation to support him to fill and dig until his work was stopped.

He assembled in the square, which had become the command point, where most of the supplies and officers were located, only to see the formidable pdf officers lining up, and then saluting the vehicle at the same time as a strange heavy armored vehicle drove in.

He was no exception, following the procession like a marionette, and he soon realized that the vehicle was different, as the tall soldier walking next to the vehicle and the body armor with the Legion insignia on his chest told him who was coming.

The 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi, the legend and honor of this sector, he suddenly felt suffocated and happy, that is, there was no feeling of abandonment in this area, so he asked Bandertar if he would expel his henchmen to deal with the small rebellion here? Especially such a tense moment?

He resisted the urge to shout and straightened his back, as others did a little bit like this, but he was the most excited, the lower soldiers had always been so good at motivating, especially when the living legend was in front of them.

Nord forgot about the broken logging gun at the moment, his eyes only had the rumored full-body carapace armor on the body of the Skadi soldier and the pitch-black deflagration gun in his hand, even the laser gun of the Imperial Guard was only used by high-ranking officers and noble guards, and the reliquary-level weapon like the detonation gun only made him excited to watch it from afar.

And the person walking down from the top of the armored car, at first glance looks tall and short, but this short also has to be contrasted, compared to pdf, the officer who is full of 1.8 meters not only has a handsome cloak, but also has a storm soldier to protect him, and he has a temperament of two meters from a distance.

But the warrior next to him was the Emperor's Angel of Death, red and white armor, beautiful brown fur as his long cloak, countless insignia and scriptures hung on his chest, and the bright red helmet and iron ring on his head revealed the holy light.

The sword at his waist gleaned, the intricate runes carved into it, and the legendary blaster, the Emperor's Wrath, this recruit almost had his heart at stagnation, fantasizing about becoming a Skadian, being chosen by the Destruction Eagle Warband, and joining Astarte in the Emperor's honor and the prayers of the priests.

But the reality is that he is a pdf sapper who has been beaten to the point of collapse, endlessly carrying supplies and paving things......

And this gap made him confused, he knew that the best pdf could join the Imperial Guard, it can be seen that after the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi, who still wants to be those who are far from it, he regrets that he is not a Skadi, just like many people want to be born in Kadia, because, it is not terrible to be responsible, it is terrible to be born without a choice!

It was only soon that his head was short-circuited, because the buzzing engine was coming, bigger than all the metal engines he had imagined, terrifying, like thunder, and when the behemoth showed its body, he realized that the name of the heavy engine was Emperor Poison Blade.

Before he could sort out the situation, he saw the cannon fire, the heavy grenade and the terrifying main cannon with the long poison blade fired instantly, and the most terrible land king in the history of the empire vented his anger in this narrow way, and then the cannon that just set off the wind made the new recruit's eggs suffocate the giant cannon fall on the residential building behind him.

The building that once inhabited tens of thousands of people collapsed in an instant, and the dust and debris kicked up hit Nord's back, and he resisted the urge not to look back at those ruins at the moment, and his heart was even more complicated.

There is knee-jerk pity for those who have lost their homes, there is also the arrogance born from the bottom of the heart for the poor poor who live in the marginal areas, there is also the real luck of being in the noble and violent group of pdf, and the excitement of feeling the great power of the empire.

And at this moment he heard the voice of the tall Imperial officer, and he stood where he was, but the voice could be heard by everyone.

"Warriors in the service of the Empire, do not have mercy on the rubble, if the enemy relies on those things to become cover, it will lead to the death of the warriors of the Empire's boundless value, compared to a cannonball, an entire building, is worthless."

"For the sake of your lives, the Empire can give everything, as long as you kill the enemy, kill, kill, one at a time, deal with traitors, heretics, aliens, and escort the existence of humanity in this world, then the Emperor will also hear your loyalty and place your souls in the golden palace of Terra, the land of human origin!"

"Now, we're going to bombard this area thoroughly, clear enough clearing, and then the engineering teams will start clearing it, and within a few hours, I'm going to make this an open enough area for war!"

At the end of his words, Nord had not yet woken up when he saw dozens of heavy guns being pulled by armored vehicles, to be precise, he had seen many gang fights in his life, and he had also seen pdf or bailiff suppression, but this was the first time he had seen the style of the Imperial Guard.

When he recalled it later, he could only describe it as bombing, flattening, ploughing the ground with artillery whether it was the enemy or the obstacle, this was the emperor's wrath, this was the hammer of the empire.

At this point, the previous heretical ideas have completely disappeared, such as the Lord of Alan Bair is inferior to Bandertar, such as the Imperial Guard is the cannon fodder born for the Empire for human existence, and the stupid and ridiculous ideas such as the service of the PDF is painful and hopeless.

All he knew was to move the wreckage from the ruins, to build a fortress strong enough, to make more value, to become a Skadian, to be one of those warriors who wore armor to guard in the distance, to become, to be envied, perhaps, he thought.

Perhaps, he could be the officer, standing at the front of the poison-bladed tank, wielding a long, beautiful saber, and then preaching the teachings of the emperor as he did, singing the gifts of the empire, and holding his head high.

At this point, he was moving things much faster, as were the others, so much so that soon the men were left to work on the ground in search of rubble that was not large enough to be used as cover.

But time was rushing, he didn't notice that the enemy was coming quickly, and when a projectile grazed his forehead, he immediately let go of the stone in his hand, and the fear crept back into his body, and he looked into the distance, the heavy trucks, the roaring countless freakish gang fighters, and the constant firing of logging guns.

He immediately instinctively ran towards the location of the Imperial Guard, shuttling through the projectiles, and his compatriots who had once carried things with him fell one by one, his luck was excellent, excellent, but when he ran to the back of cover, looked at the reassuring armor of the Skadi warriors, turned his head to look at the battlefield, only to find an acquaintance lying behind him.

It was his closest officer, veteran, and the leader of the engineering team since he was a soldier, and after the regrouping, he became an ordinary engineer, responsible for planning, and now he was holding the blueprints, was shot in the head, and fell to the ground......

At this moment, he remembered that he was not a hero or a superman, but a recruit with a long 25-year service period, who was on the fiercest battlefield of the empire, and had little chance of survival.

(End of chapter)