The sky on the upper nest was unusually grey, and the nests in low energy mode were cold and lonely, but it had nothing to do with the Rand Marauder heavy tank that was treading through the soft soil of the place on its tracks, the ancient engine was painted in bright red, trimmed with rebellious horns and spikes, and the warriors around her.

The Red Pirates, the warriors of the former Claws of the Stars, with their huge horns on their backs, dark red livery, and explosive bombs in their hands, urged the mortal servants in dark robes to move forward.

In front of each crew, about 3 vehicles must be followed by 30 bare-handed mortal minions, they shiver, only the dark robes are wrapped, the cold wind is blowing, leaving their bodies close to shock and collapse, and at the same time, they have to bear the level of starmarine-level marching, and it can even be said that their presence has slowed down this force much, too much.

And Oneeus. Praid, a traitor to the former Red Scorpion Band, also squeezed open the observation window of the Marauder Tank, half embedded in it, and observed the scenery as far as the eye could see, and he was in control of everything, which was a great feeling that he had fought for the Empire for thousands of years.

He took off his heavy helmet, the skull-shaped helmet that was indistinguishable from his new brothers, and felt the place he was going to conquer with his nose, with this warband that belonged to him alone, huge, terrifying, warband.

With this group of thousands of Space Marines, the next step is to follow the forward pressure of heavy tanks in a skirmish, and hundreds of heavy Space Marines firepower, from the popular Rand raiders to the most terrifying scimitars, play terrifying opera in this place.

And he Oneeus. Praid, the scarlet scorpion, had been confused for a while, he had betrayed the empire and his brothers, only a small team followed him, less than 6 people, they were once wiped out, but now they survived.

He had conquered a planetary governor, enjoyed her plump and haughty personality and body, used the resources of a planet to conquer the poor woman with his superhuman physique and charisma, but he quickly got tired of it, and there was nothing else in this world to stimulate him than the long thrills, endless wars, and the adoration of him by men as powerful as him.

And he came in the name of the King of Blackheart, and killed one of his men with a bloody stinger to declare war on this king, but Huron only sent Vengar, and the loser defeated him, but he did not die, he was reborn and joined the family, because he killed a sergeant and proved that he was no weaker than the other warriors of the Red Pirates.

There was no discrimination, no tit-for-tat, he was as natural as his native brothers, replacing the unlucky ones he killed in a head-to-head duel, enjoying the adoration and recognition of the other brothers, and the young Star Marine had to admit that he was addicted to this damn place.

Now that he had the whole warband, the massive, countless brothers, he felt that his long-silent giant was ready to move, much more interesting than playing with the noblewoman, war, whether it was the air polluted by the smoke of blood and engines here, or the hissing breathing of the warrior brothers next to him, made him feel like he was sinking into the warmest and most comfortable embrace.

He was already standing, and it was evident that ambition was so obsessive, until his eyes saw something flashing in the distance.

He knew that. "There's scouts, space marines, the stubborn Destruction Eagle, I know that red-and-white armor, and I've fought alongside them in Damoxley Bay." He said to his brother next to him, and at this moment a advancing mortal suddenly fell to his knees.

He was defeated by the cold wind, and even a traitor, a madman could not ignore the low temperature of the nest, not to mention that there was nothing else under his robe except simple underwear, so that his constant loss of body temperature made it impossible for him to walk.

Oneeus. Praid said mercifully. "Get him some stimulants, let him go on, I remember him, in the lesson I gave them just now, this gentleman, I remember, Pros, was the loudest, the most loyal, and clear, right?"

The mortal was flattered, although in the next second his neck was accurately pierced by a space mariner holding a needle, and after the bright red stimulant was injected into it, his expression changed from pain to confusion, and he quickly forgot what he wanted to say, Oneeus. Praid, however, became nervous, and he shouted.

"Less! This thing is too exciting for mortals, damn it, this fragile thing! "He jumped out of the vehicle, so nimble that it was hard to imagine that his massive body could make such a move, and not even the Rand Marauders in action could stop him from falling.

He grabbed the mortal's head, and in the huge hand armor, the mortal looked small and delicate, and he asked urgently. "Remember, read that sentence to me."

The cultist was in a daze for a few short, rapid twisted characters, while Oneeus. Praid listened intently until the last byte of the disgusting words, and he immediately stopped, his little finger covering the mortal's mouth. "Okay, you've proven yourself, keep going."

He instantly regained his callousness, as if all concern did not exist, and the Red Pirate Traitor Champion, a warrior wearing a tall ring of steel thorns, couldn't help but grab the Rand Marauder with one hand and asked.

"Brother, what did you use to convince Garand, and why do you care about those stupid mortals?"

Oneeus. Praid looked at the Imperial Guard battle line looming in the distance, and their target, the heavy elevator leading to the interior of the hive, he licked the corners of his mouth, put on his helmet, and entered a battle-ready stance, and answered his new brother.

"It's a crazy old record, sourced from the family records of a sexy Governor of the Hive, which could have been traced back to the time of Terra, I'm not an archaeologist, but I knew it existed."

"It's a fragmented story, a story of the Corpse Emperor's greed and incompetence, and his pitiful journey to cut off the future of humanity."

The champion couldn't help but say. "What, brother, you have seduced me by the Lord of Change, and if you continue to show off, I can't help but gouge out the mortal heart and watch it beat to quench my curiosity."

"Save a little, okay, I'll tell you about that vaguely documented past, but the real treasure is only available to me." He looked at the curious warrior and spoke in a manner similar to a show.

"First of all, in ancient times, when human beings had not yet stepped into the starry sky, before the first shell thrower was studied, steel was discovered by humans, similar to the state of the wild world, and human beings in that era were already discovering many secrets of the world."

"The Eternals led by the Emperor are still active and mundane as lords of mortal nations, and those things are recorded as the world's earliest human myths, psionics, wizards, and demons, all exist on the little Terra."

"It was a time of wildness, chaos and frightening, and many miracles in the universe that appeared on the Terra and human races, and the same terrifying technology as psionic energy, the Word Spirit, also appeared in that ancient era."

"Spirits?" This mighty champion had at least a hundred years of lifespan but had never heard of such a thing, even though he had served the Empire for a long time and was now obsessed with the gods, a term that sounded abrupt and distant.

And Oneeus. Praid replied truthfully. "They don't exist anymore, in the ancient times of mankind, the power of those words was extremely terrifying, and even useless mortals could cast powerful magic by memorizing those spells and accurate pronunciation, at the cost of using too much of it would cause their throats to tingle and be dumb at best."

"According to the few words I found, a human lord once built the towering Tower of Babel, and recorded all the words and spirits recorded by the human beings on the tower, in order to share the true power of all the human beings in this world, just one sentence can activate magic, expel lightning, bring raindrops, enrich the soil, and push away the ocean."

The champion was frightened, he asked. "You're talking nonsense, I know, there is no such power in this world!"

Oneeus. Praid. "That's right, of course not, it's all because of the loyal corpse emperor of the Empire, that treacherous and cunning guy is afraid that humans will get such power, so that humans will no longer gather at his feet, prostrate, worship, and he finally toppled the Tower of Babel!"

Suddenly, the air froze, and the champion paused for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed again, as if he had found one of the emperor's few weaknesses, Oneeus. The same is true of Praid, who laughed and sang loudly to each other about the stupidity of the emperor, and if those old words had really been used today, humanity would never be what it is now.

Bullied by the aliens, the empire is under siege on all sides, and those stupid people are constantly loyal to the so-called corpse emperor day and night, and they laugh so far because they have witnessed the most disgusting man in the history of mankind, the ridiculous joke, the best joke, with his own selfish desires to destroy the entire civilization!

And the champion was still a little uneasy, and he couldn't help but speak. "And how about you find a word? Can you split the ocean, or can you use thunder? Are you a wizard, or something else?"

Oneeus. Praid shook his head. "No, my dear brother, the words I found have been circulated for forty thousand years, and have been strictly forbidden by the Corpse Emperor, the noble woman's family was obtained from an eternal for a lot of money, I don't know what the past of that person is with the Emperor, but I'm sure he hates that bastard as much as we do."

"But unfortunately, the spell is so badly broken, it has magic, but it's too expensive for us to pay, but it still works."

The champion said. "You made me want to take out the mortal heart, brother, show it, it doesn't matter the price, I want to witness the ancient miracles, I want to witness the things that the Corpse Emperor fears!" He bared his teeth and claws, blood and anger at the same time, and of course he could attack anyone, but Oneeus. Praid was not afraid, he just looked at the sky and said.

"It's about time."

As his words fell, countless heavy shells flew out of the huge fortress in the distance, far but accurate, there was no doubt that their coordinates were discovered by the enemy, but they could be said to have marched on purpose, because the road was the fastest and the closest.

But even the Space Marines can't ignore the bombardment, in the absence of the Void Shield, no life form in this universe can ignore the great power of the Earth-shaking Cannon, those things filled with high-explosive projectiles shoot out of the fortress, and hundreds of cannonballs, as well as dozens of petrified lizards, lion-tailed scorpions, are even more noisy.

Their commander was very powerful, relying only on a coordinate and time that was too far away to complete the prediction of the enemy's action point. Praid couldn't help but look up to the mortal commander, if he wasn't prepared, this shelling would be enough for them to be wiped out.

At this moment, the rhythmic artillery was falling faintly, and several shots grazed the outside of the queue as if tentatively, and the next shelling was more accurate, more, like a sniper's sniper, smashing into the path of the convoy.

The champion couldn't help but say. "Damn, hurry up and do something!"

Oneeus. Praid was unhurried, for a mortal in front of him walked to the front of the convoy, and he began to chant loud thick and complex notes, tunes, and after a few twisted and disgusting spell words, a huge amount of energy suddenly appeared out of thin air, and then, the robe on the mortal's body floated without wind.

The "Oh My God......" champion and the other fighting brothers were already frozen, they didn't know that such a wizard was in the team, but in the next second, the mortal suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood, and scattered it on the armor of the red pirate, making the dark red equipment even more filthy.

The champion couldn't help but curse. "This is your miracle, the Corpse Emperor's fear?!" He accused the man of wasting his patience and curiosity, and despite the story and his heart, the next second, a heavy cannonball landed, right next to him, kicking up a thick cloud of dirt that almost encased him in the soil.

He endured his anger to dodge the mud, but he suddenly found that the dense artillery fire had avoided the convoy, to be precise, a cloud of blood exploded in front of each vehicle, and he suddenly understood what kind of spell it was, and why this man was so polite and gentle to mortals, and at the same time he knew more clearly why there must be dozens of mortals next to the crew, barehanded......

He felt disgusted, fearful, but sure that this man would not do the same to the other brothers, and then, this emotion turned into reassurance, trust, and he laughed maniacally. So did Praid, who stood on the roof of the looter's car and watched the intense artillery fire of the Imperial Guard, which became the best opening show of his crazy war.

(End of chapter)