It was funny to realize it—something crazy that Karn himself didn't want to believe.

He'll admit it's funny, but he's not going to say it.

At this moment, Karn was standing on top of the ruins of the city, staring at the lonely, contemplative figure not far away, silent with him.

The massacres and bombardments were run over by the dogs' tanks and turned into bloody mud. The air was filled with dust, black smoke rose silently, and planes whizzed through the sky, heading to another part of the city to search.

The war began, it ended, they won.

These things were undoubtedly terrifying to someone who had never seen the war with their own eyes, but their original body quickly accepted it.

Karn had feared that their bloodlust in the war, the war dogs, would upset the Primordials, but Angron said nothing.

Company Commander Barron Benson expressed his opinion on the communication channel, saying that it was nothing to the Primordial because "he had seen more horrible things", Karn agreed.

We've all seen it.

The young commander of the Eighth Company thought to himself - we have all seen more terrible things.

He turned, looked down, and saw a man approaching with a spear. Two short mortal models of bombers were pinned to his belt, and the blue and white carapace armor looked simple, with only the insignia of a war dog on his right shoulder. It was covered in a small part of the blood and looked hideous.

The man nodded at him and spoke calmly, "Sir." ”

"I'm not your chief." Kahn said. "I'm not responsible for the auxiliaries."

"Then I'll just call you Karn, sir?" The man grinned, and the roughness characteristic of the Nukerian gladiators flashed across his face. A smile slowly formed, and by the time Karn realized it, he had been smiling for a while.

"No problem, Karelian." Karn took off his helmet and wiped his short wet hair with his hand armor.

There's been a glitch with the temperature regulation system in his helmet, and while he can tolerate even worse temperatures, who wouldn't want to experience the feeling of being blown across their cheeks for a while if they had the choice?

This smelly, burning, bitter wind that belongs only to the victors.

The gladiator grinned, shook his head, and put the spear in his hand behind his back. He was so quick to adapt to the carapace that he was able to get the weapon to fit the magnetic hook behind him at the slightest hint of it.

"I really didn't expect there to be such an ugly thing in the world." He nuns, and Karn turned his head to see an alien overwhelmed by the ruins.

"How did they get to be like this?"

"It's pretty normal." Kahn said. "At least they don't have an exoskeleton, fangs and claws, and eight legs that can pierce a person."

The gladiator raised an eyebrow.

"I'm serious, Sergeant Karelian." Karn winked at him. "There are many things in the galaxy that are far more terrifying than them"

"Well, I believe you." The gladiator, who had already been promoted to sergeant, nodded. "You are much more knowledgeable than us Nukerian hillbillies."

Karn smiled—that's what he loved talking to the gladiators, their language was spicy, and the joke sounded like a mockery, but that's it.

That's it.

"So, what's the matter with you coming to me?"

"What's that—"

The gladiators spoke in high Gothic with a thick vernacular accent.

"- Combat manual? That's how you read it, right? It says that if we find something that cannot be decided, we should find the nearest officer with the rank of second lieutenant or above. And none of us have that rank, so I'm going to come to you. After all, you're the biggest officer we have here. ”

"So, what's the matter?" Karn asked, the smile fading, he realized something.

"Something that can talk to people." Karelian turned his head and spat bloodied at the dead alien. "It looks like them, but with a bit of a human look."

Karn furrowed his brow.

Thirteen minutes later, he and Karelian arrived at the underground research institute. The gladiators from Nukaria surrounded the place, and many of them had extremely ugly expressions, as if they had just experienced an earthquake.

"It's all that stuff." Karelian said. "We wanted to kill them, but Kleist thought it would be better to report it. So I'm looking for you all the way. ”

Kleist - Karn had a wild face in his mind, a female gladiator who liked to use spears as weapons, who excelled in training, and who, like Carrelian, could call their original bodies by their names.

"Where are they?" The commander of the eighth company of the war hound asked.

"Inside, follow me."

They made their way through some huge gaps that had been blasted open by grenades, then some bare cables and pools of blood, and finally, after the third minute of hunched travel, Karn saw them.

His cheeks began to twitch.

"Terra is on top," he whispered, and the gladiator sighed and patted the war dog on the waist with empathy.

The emergency lights in the lab illuminated the darkness, and Karn could clearly see the shivering creatures hiding in the corners. They are neither human nor alien, they are creatures somewhere between human and alien.

Some of them appeared to be temporarily human, but their skulls had begun to change shape, and dense holes began to appear in their foreheads, in which some pink flesh buds wriggled.

Others are barely humanoid, their faces looking indistinguishable from those of the aliens, but their limbs barely retain the shape of humans. Karn's fingers were already on the blasters on his belt, and he instinctively wanted to kill them, but he didn't.

He still kept his sanity.

"How's it going, sir?" Karelian used that gruff tone again. "How?"

Good question.

Karn took a deep breath - what else could he do?

Fifteen minutes later, Angron arrived.

——

"A wise choice." Robert Killeman said. "I'm glad you made that choice, Mr. Domingo."

The rickety man smiled tremblingly, his gray uniform had been completely obscured by the pitch-black dust, his forehead had been broken, and there was still blood on it.

At the signal of the two victorious soldiers, he quickly left the makeshift room, and Robert Kiliman watched him walk away, looked down at the surrender agreement on the table, and smiled involuntarily.

Harcosus III has an intact natural environment, and it is undoubtedly a good thing to take the planet without destroying them and bring it back to the Empire. At least the planet can rely on tourism to boost local people's livelihood in the future, so that the civilians here can have an additional welfare subsidy.

Feeling high but soothing, Killiman stood up and walked out of the room to the communications position. Dozens of instruments are carefully placed here, and men and women from Otlama are busy building an essential link in the Ultramarines' basic communications at Harcosus-III.

"Summons to the Glory of Macurag." Kiriman told them with a smile. "Let them connect the Nightfall with the Steadfast Resolve using ship communications or the Starwhisperers, and I want to know how my brothers are doing."

The Emperor's words flashed through his mind, and the smile on Robert Killiman's face couldn't help but grow even brighter.

He wouldn't be appreciative of the Eighth Legion and the Wardogs' means of conquering the planet they were responsible for, but he wanted them to be safe and sound while maintaining efficiency.

The communications position quickly passed the Primordial request back to the Glory of Maculag, and Killiman stepped out of the position, where he was not going to wait. He chose to stand side by side with his First Commander at the front of the position, gazing together at the city they had conquered not far away. Marius Gage's armor was still stained with blood, and his expression was calm, as always.

They were silent, and no one opened their mouths to break the rare silence until Robert Killiman took the initiative to speak.

"Four and a half hours?" He asked, in a gentle tone. "If my memory is not wrong, then we have broken the record today."

Marius Gage nodded: "But it's just an internal record, the original." The fastest conquest was recorded by the Eighth Legion, who had previously recovered the planet in just two hours and twenty-one minutes in a counterinsurgency. ”

Killiman raised an eyebrow in surprise - he was really surprised, these records were not going to be circulated or had any written records. The record of two hours and twenty-one minutes of conquest is unimaginable for anyone, especially when you know the number of the Eighth Legion.

"They're very efficient at that." Marius said. "It has always been the case, and the tactics of the Eighth Legion are almost devastating to the sanity of the local rulers."

Robert Killiman laughed dumbly, the Warlord's description was apt, but with a bit of Marius Gage-esque humor.

He looked to the far end of the city and began to wonder about the future of the Halcosus III, and since it was close to Nostramo, could he open a new tourist route in the Makurag trade route?

Passing through Nostramo and arriving in the primeval forest of Harcosus III sounds good.

Robert Killiman thought as a statesman, but, after only half a minute, his warrior instincts tore it all apart and began to scream in his head.

"Enemy attack!" After another half minute, in the midst of a huge tremor on the ground, Marius Gage roared in the Ultramarines' communication channel without warning.

It's numb, and yes, I stayed up late today to write.

(End of chapter)