After many baths and disinfection ("Although everyone may not get sick, I still feel that I still need a sense of ritual psychologically, otherwise I really feel sticky palms and itchy scalp all the time. —a man who is more than three meters tall. After changing their clothes and armor (and their cars), Lamizan, Peturabo, and Utherma Atra were sitting in the rune and magic salon of the psionic advisors with Sa'd to meet the warriors returning to the mothership.

"The bookish and artistic vibe here reminds me of a bit of a bygone day."

Daring Daring, the Contemptuous, who had consciously and deftly used the workshop and materials of a certain prototype to manually decorate his helmet and the exterior armor of the crew compartment with golden wings, said Daring Daunted, and then professionally commented on some of the artwork in the salon in just the right language, and successfully used several cornfields and canned corn jokes to make the two unpretentious companions except for Lamizanne look slightly cloudy.

In the hall in front of them were some improvised planetary stereo projectors, real-time sand tables, and other supplies, well, the reason they weren't in the command room right now was because they couldn't fit so many people there (after all, they had two Dreadnought now), and the equally appropriate Hall of the Twelve - uh, for some well-known reason, it was temporarily closed and couldn't be reopened until the armory and the apothecary's lab informed them that the space was completely clean.

And here Uthelma Atra can also provide them with free temporary decoration services, such as using psionic energy to directly pull up a throne with several heights in the room that can adapt to each person's body shape, etc., in short, someone's psionic energy is indeed very fresh and very convenient, but the salon owner refused someone's temptation to use this place permanently.

And under the steps of the throne where the four noble ones were seated, two teams of competitors stood neatly, and at the front of the phalanx stood two commanders who had come to report the results of the battle.

The first on the left hand is none other than Soltarn from the Iron Warriors.

The Stonesmith was unarmoured, his pale and taut skin was red from repeated scrubbing, and even his breathing mask had been replaced with a new one—for he had to take them all off and hand them over to the Mighty and Pure (?) before returning to the Destiny Steel. The Eulius brothers, the priest purified all of their power armor and weapons until they could be reused; Of course, the blonde, black-armored priest brother himself is convincingly clean from head to toe, and he stands out from a plague bush that does not touch the plague.

This time, both the veteran of the Eternal War and his novice brethren held up the Word of the Prophet Julius (burning with the black flame of Phnom Penh), the halo on the back of his head (it was impossible to see how many rays it was), the laurel crown flashed on his forehead (the one with the thorns of the Psionic Power), brandished the great sword (which emitted a suspicious orange-red burning light), and roared angrily, "Obey or die for the glory of my Lord!" The golden-red flames that burned all the corrupt and filthy things were impressed and convinced.

The private evaluation of these unheard-of legendary deeds among the veterans was that it was truly an eternal divine choice, while the discussion among the recruits was that it was estimated that the imperial champion was nothing more than that.

- If only the mighty Reverend and Brother Julius had restrained himself a little in his prayers, prayers, killing, burning, and burning, and had not burned down the place where they were going to raid.

As a result, because his sword directly ripped out the embryo of the main body of the summoning resurrection ritual that was suspected of being rotten, stabbed it and burned it into a pile of white ashes, and the underground cavern where they were immediately revealed was even more hideous and terrifying than when they stepped in: the huge underground cavern turned out to be a super-super-large Nurgle Demon Palace!

It was a memory that even a well-informed veteran like Soltarn and Dasadra, who had crawled in the eyes of fear, would not want to recall it again.

Oh, and maybe only the apothecary master Hongsuo alone expressed the idea of this kind of demon womb when he was sterilizing other people, and it was quite creative.

With the help of Julius' golden flames, everyone climbed out of the wreckage of the tower that had fallen from the upper floor, which had turned into a semi-biomass umbilical cord, before being made into a demon embryo sac, and then they discovered—

Yes, although the tower where the entire Bela Karn Mechanical Council is located has lost its command ability after it has been broken, it is in a state of being polluted by Nurgle, and is spreading yellow-green plague gas outward!

Horrified and furious, the group found the remnants of the mechanical sages and the remnants of the Grand Sage of Daidus in a life-support box, which had been dead for a long time and had rotted into a puddle of muddy water and metal sludge.

Fortunately, for some reason, the cathars here have become a mess, and one of the biggest obstacles in the original plan, Bela Karn's "Lightbringer" Titan Legion, and the planet's orbital defense star ring have no intention of organizing a large-scale attack on them, and the Iron Warriors and his party successfully cut melons and vegetables to kill the remaining intended target sages of this trip, and then began to search for the contemplative center of the entire planet.

Then they learned why a whole company of Astarte had made such a big stir under the tower of the Machine Council, but there was no organized resistance to care about their rampage.

Because in front of the entrance to the treasury where Bellakarn's Planet Forge's Heart is located, they meet the Imperial Fists Commandos who have come with the same purpose and are secretly wondering about their good fortune.

In front of the goal of final victory, the fire and looks like it is about to erupt.

In the end, of course, they swore to each other that they "greeted" every screw and brick they touched, and almost pushed each other with every step (after the young warriors of the four squads from the Tenth Company bravely acted as a buffer between them) miraculously opened the door of the treasure house and rushed in together.

The first person standing on the right-hand side was not Reverend Lee Kevin - the priest brother returned and went straight to the chapel to perform his penitential flogging ritual, supposedly because he had accepted the fact that he had really fought with the Iron Warriors, and needed to meditate in pain.

First on the right hand side was Danat Lessander, whose face had regained its former firmness, his skin also exuding the heat of the freshly washed skin, and the Imperial Fist, who was a head above the others, was wearing a new Olympia robe, and it seemed that he had arrived in a hurry.

Parogov had returned to the pharmacist's laboratory, and Lysander, having received all the data from the Likevin brothers, rushed here to fight for his own best interests for the brothers he had brought in.

Since both sides arrive at the heart of the planet's crucible at the same time and begin to control it, more than anything else becomes the key to evaluation.

"Well, let's take a look at what's in the recorder you're carrying, so it's fair and intuitive." Lamizan announced.

In full view of the commanders and fighters of both sides.

The path and content of the battle before the two teams converged (except for the part of Parogov that was handled) were all played.

An awkward silence filled the air.

"Oh. I must say. "Thad was the first to break the silence in the air, and he sounded a little strangely relieved, "Your cooperation is really very subtle and efficient, such a perfect company, everyone. As your company commander, I have an honor. ”

Wail.

Oh yes (?) ）

Although I still have a lot of three-dimensional things to do

Oh yes, it seems that another wave of respiratory diseases has started recently, book lovers should take care

(End of chapter)