Carlil could smell blood, it was obvious. But it's just a footnote to death, and it doesn't even need to be cared about too closely.

Death is both an abstract and concrete word, but on the battlefield, if you want to observe it, the most intuitive way is to smell it, in addition to seeing it with your eyes. And the smell of death is not singular, it is many, and sometimes, even mixed.

Now, for example, the corpses of city guards who are piled together and burned together are mixed with the smell of blood everywhere, forming a complex smell.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, shaking his head calmly.

Personnel carriers and tanks rumbled through the streets, and the richly dressed civilians watched in horror, some screaming, but the gaze of the giants in blue iron armor fell silent immediately.

The Ultramarines were not polite to them, but there was a sign of this attitude - at first, they were willing to talk well, until they discovered that almost all the civilians in the city were oppressing their fellow citizens in some cruel way.

Slave.

This has angered the Ultramarines - they know about Nukeria's well-known colosseum tradition and slave trappers, but they never knew that this tradition would become so poisonous. So they stopped being polite.

Nukeria, Daishea. Standing at the top of the towering City Lord's Mansion, Karilmo pronounced the name.

From his vantage point, he could see most of the city, most of which except the Colosseum.

It is probably for this purpose that the people who inhabit this mansion have built it so magnificently, so highly. This is interesting, and all the feudal rulers seem to enjoy the feeling of superiority.

He narrowed his eyes and rubbed the index finger of his right hand against his thumb slowly. At the moment, Karil missed his two knives very much.

However, while he wasn't really involved in the fights of the Ultramarines, that didn't mean he was sitting on the sidelines. In fact, some of the small mechanisms buried in this city lord's mansion were solved by him.

The Nukerians do have some special technologies, some of which are dangerous, and can physically inflict devastating damage on Ultramarines wrapped in Power Armor. But there are others, which are more elusive.

For example, the guards of the ruling class here have been implanted with a silver mechanical tentacle implant. This thing is called a silver vine, and it can be a weapon, armor, or even a vehicle.

It would have been fine if it had just done so, but the output of this mechanical tentacle was a little abnormal, and it could even cause damage to the power armor. That's interesting.

However, they were still unable to resist the attack of the Ultramarines, and the rain of fire falling from the sky could destroy their will to fight to a certain extent, not to mention the Ultramarines themselves.

Even if there were only a thousand Ultramarines fighting at the moment, the High Cavalry and their guards would not be able to organize any effective thrust offensive.

They are dead and wounded. The Ultramarines didn't give them much of a choice, either surrender or die, that's all.

Kiriman himself was not here, he had taken another 3,000 Ultramarines to the southern plateau, and there were many ruling classes in Nukeria, and Daishea was only the nominal capital......

It's messy. Carlil thought.

He shook his head and jumped off the City Lord's Mansion. Several civilians who had fled together with heavy wooden boxes screamed in fright when they saw his sudden appearance.

They threw down the gold, silver and jewels in their hands and stumbled away in their brocade robes. Carlil laughed dumbly, feeling absurd at the familiarity of the similarity. But he wasn't going to kill them.

For one, this is not a battlefield that belongs to the Eighth Legion. Second, even if it were, the indiscriminate killing of civilians was not a legitimate method. These people are indeed oppressors, but the laws of the empire will naturally judge them......

Carlil's eyes narrowed.

Unless the law is

If the law is useless, then his blade can appear again.

The communication headset given to him by the Ultramarines rang in the next second, quite coincidentally, but the voice of the person who spoke was not very gentle, and even had a faint anger.

"Instructor Carlil, we've found a human modification lab in Daisheane...... All of the victims were dead, their skulls tormented by a terrible machine, so mutilated that their brains had even fused with it. Based on the experience of the Eighth Legion, what should be done with these people?"

"The laws of the empire are clearly defined." Carlil raised his right hand, held down the headset, and replied softly. "Anyone who conducts human experiments without permission will only die, regardless of the end or means."

"Understood." The person on the other end of the communication channel replied in a cold and hard voice, and the next second, a dense burst of explosive guns rang out.

"Control your anger, Second Company Commander." Carlil said. "Though I am not in a position to persuade you in this way, the judge himself should carry out his sentence without emotion."

「...... I can't do that, Instructor Carlil." The commander of the second company of the first regiment replied dullly. "Just thinking about what these people are doing makes me angry, no matter how many times I do."

Indeed, where there is a father, there must be a son...... This resemblance is truly an amazing coincidence.

Carlil shook his head slowly—after all these days, he had discovered the often unquenchable anger in Robert Killiman.

For the most part, the Ultramarines' primordial body was able to bind it firmly to its own sanity and past education, but at the slightest opportunity, that anger would vent and become something that consumed him and everyone.

Frankly, this feeling felt familiar to him.

"Well, then, good luck, Second Company Commander......

Carlil hung up the communication and made a few vertical jumps up the wall to a high point.

He observes the movements of the Ultramarines and memorizes every detail. The Eighth Legion is still small in number, but maybe it will increase in the future? At that point, they'll need that experience.

Merely...... A deafening explosion interrupted his thoughts. Carlil turned his head sideways and looked that way, half of his face lit up by the blazing flames for a moment.

He narrowed his eyes and disappeared into the darkness in the next second.