Chapter 184 The Last Day of the World
Light flashed across the ground, standing like Atlas on the Forge World, and as the eyes of the gods flashed across the barren earth, the demon's flesh moistened the land he coveted.
Its huge body is crumbling, its metal scales are constantly peeling off, and it is dying.
The triangular emblem also represents death, like the death of countless sacrificed citizens of the empire. The light spear penetrated the heart of the evil dragon, and the ground turned into blood-red crystals. Normally, blood does not stay in the light. Inside the spear, those colors are obviously not composed of normal substances.
Even so, the daemon was still not dead, but it was dead. The physical body collapsed, and this area lacking the psychic energy of the warp could not maintain its psychic body. Finally, his will as the Forge Governor crawled back to the high ground, his turbid The old eyes looked at the hero of the Imperial Guard just as they did when he went to greet him.
"So, are you still having fun here Pan Lan, my guest..." His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows whistling and inciting, and his cloudy eyes were filled with spiritual purple.
No one answered him, no one. He was a twenty-meter-high monster at the moment. He was a twisted thing, a traitor, a heretic, a monster, a demon, a dragon. Festering began from his penetrated body. Those who were pierced by the subspace energy The gathered flesh and blood slowly collapsed, like red mud soaked in metal scales.
Dying alone, this was the end of the miserable thing that forged countless deaths in this world. The gods laughed evilly, greedy for his soul. Only when his cloudy eyes saw the faces of the subspace gods did he realize that he was a ,puppet.
"Haha...hahahaha!"
"Yes, you are right, Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard... you know everything, you know everything!" He was a little crazy, because the blue Lord of Changes was stretching out his huge, sky-covering Sun's arm.
"Gods..." His collapse made his body unable to make a sound. The feeling of old age crawled back into his body, and his soul was captured by the Lord of Changes. His struggle was useless. He was just the spark of light. The gods in the supreme heaven are just like Tathagata Buddha catching the Monkey King.
Pinch, take, seize. In the eyes of psychics, this moment of psychic fluctuation is enough to make them crazy, but in the eyes of mortals, it is just that arrogant and huge body that fell like this.
Unfortunately, his great achievements were useless, and his lifetime contribution to the empire was not as great as the sin caused by one tenth of his betrayal.
Falling down, smoke, smoke, death and defeat, for the Imperial Guard is victory, victory, sweet victory.
"Did you win..." Alan Bayer looked at the things that were constantly eroding, falling on the ground, squirming and dissipating.
The taste of victory, smelling like...stinky meat, those damn things finally dissipated at this moment, and the dark clouds that filled Panlan dispersed.
After completing another great achievement, Alan Bayer lay tiredly on the truck. The last hydrogen bomb and the untouchable power of the triangle badge could no longer protect him, but...
The soldiers walked forward and cleaned up the remains of the God's Calculation Tower. It was not easy to find things that could survive in the messy waste, such as...Scatlan robots. Four unconscious Scatlan robots lay on top of the fragmented remains of the empire.
Alan Beyer sat in the truck and ate cans tiredly. "Take it and give it to the sages to transform it, and then the command will be under our control."
"Don't say it's unreasonable to use intelligent control robots. Now is a special era. Give control to the Mechanicus girl in the regiment so that she can join the battlefield."
"Don't underestimate her, she also crawled out of the battlefield, and even used a wrench to fire the orcs."
The tentacles protruding from the huge dragon corpse were corrupted, and the Bordero was also saved. However, it was parked in low-Earth orbit and dying due to excessive energy output. However, it should be able to start up soon after simple damage control repairs.
The captain asked Alan Bayer over the communicator with lingering fear. "I won. Unexpectedly, my heart just turned inside out. Emperor, I will lose twenty years of life by being with you!"
Alan Beyer replied. "Why, if you don't have me, then you will die directly. This is the universe, either go crazy or survive."
The staff officer took out his Tanner tea and drank it deliciously. "I'm used to it. I've experienced more craziness in the past two years than in my entire life. You have to get used to it too, Captain."
Yes, that's what war is like, either dancing on the tip of a knife or dying without a burial place, struggling in the blood, surviving is all happiness, nothing more.
The soldiers were cleaning up the cruel war, and the transport plane slowly landed. For the first time, Alan Bayer felt that this thing was actually very warm.
They stepped into the transport plane. There was nothing left to remember in this forging world. There were still many enemies and more forces of chaos to face. That was all.
But without the casting governor, the will of this world is no longer stable. It is basically impossible for those turbulent mobs to conquer this world. They only need to shout softly, or even a volley to make the mouth strong. The traitors knelt down and begged for mercy. Of course, they were only treated with massacre.
Because the traitors in most areas have occupied the main areas, today is the end of Pan Lan. In just half a month, it rained twice on the dry surface here and twice in the dry world.
This is the end of the world. The water composed of blood turns into the things that people once longed for in dry places, but no one will happily run to get the water, and no one will praise the emperor's kindness to them. There are only ruins and ruins. Traces of bombing.
Pan Lan died today, completely, silently, and cruelly.
Died by the cruelty of war and the evil of traitors, when the world is completely dry, the only valuable things left are the factories established by the Mechanicum and the wisdom of its sages. But at this moment, nothing is left.
Although the sage ensured that they could pay the highest level of Empire 11 tax, everyone also knew that there was not much value left in Pan Lan, and it would take a long time to rebuild it.
Some people may think that such a sacrifice is a shame, but compared to the Red Pirates who relied on heretical connections to settle in this world, they will become the hatred of the Imperial Guard.
Success is only for the greater strategic significance, nothing more, in the constant shooting and killing, bathing in the scarlet rain, enjoying the quiet in the dry land of Panlan, the Imperial Guard are not good people, they are the honor of the Empire, Rather than the troops of Imperial citizens.
From the beginning, the residents on Panlan did not have a high priority, just for the factory and benefits of the main nest. Now that the factory is gone, the Imperial Guard began to clean up and pack the last weapons, plasma guns, completed tanks, and heavy explosive bombs. , are all priceless things.
The two large groups of Skadi and Falaksia became the biggest beneficiaries, and the losses were all borne by the Mechanicus, and Alan Bair also took away thousands of suicide servitors powered by potions and four Dark Ages of Baymax.
And the last Letling in the world.
But in essence, there is no difference between the Imperial Guard and the traitorous governor. They are just different in size and religion. Perhaps for the residents of this world, war is war.
Death is death, sacrifice is sacrifice. For them, it is the purest and simplest thing. Survival and death. Those who survive continue to bear the burden and move forward. The dust of the dead returns to dust. When the big bell of the forging world echoes, the main nest The only remaining small church echoed 12 times in memory of the sage who led the victory.
Compared to the Imperial Guard, the Technical Director is the hero of this world. At least he pulled the less than hundreds of millions of people left in this world from death. In the empty hive city, the artificial white flowers set up for him were held up. Sprinkle and sing.
The Imperial Guard did not come, and Alan Bair knew that he could not interrupt this mourning, so he just let the Letling boy perform his gastronomic stunts.
The aroma of the meatballs simmering in the pot wafted out, but the Lytling reputation made Skadi's soldiers particularly concerned about whether this careless stuffed guy had boiled his smelly daily necessities.
The second lieutenant didn't dislike it very much and tasted it with an iron spoon. "Parsley, chopped lilies, tomatoes, plus a pinch of salt."
"Very good food, sir." He inserted the meatballs, like an elegant gourmet tasting Michelin, but his plate was scrap metal picked up from the factory, the spoon was poured from a resident's home, and the Wrights were not chefs. he said cursingly.
"It's just meatballs made from pureed luncheon meat and mixed with soybean powder, cooked with military nutrients and civilian seasonings. Don't look for it, there are no shoes!"
Alan Bayer picked up the meatballs and wiped the hot juice with his fingers. "Vitamin C adds freshness, and soy protein adds texture. It also maintains nutritional intake and sufficient energy. It is in line with military dining standards."
He also noticed that the soldiers ate with their noses covered and left the chef to eat. Although he had explained to the older boys what untouchables were, and also told the recruits from Letling, everyone could accept this smell. The smelly guy has actually taken a shower many times.
But when it comes to eating, I still feel "excluded" involuntarily, and I feel like I'm scolding the cook after eating.
However, the Skadi military camp is still lively and warm. After all, this is the end of the month, and the red pirates will probably come. There will not be too many good days. Even though there are many lively people, banging pots and pans, The fragrance is overflowing and bustling, mouths are not stopping, shoes and armor, guns and friendship are gathered here.
Crack, click, click, the mechanical metal creaked. It was the warning of someone approaching the Imperial Guard camp, the suspended skull. The Skadi picked up their guns, wary of uninvited guests disturbing their dinner. They had just experienced the battle with the servitors. In the war, who knows who is coming?
Buzzing, buzzing, the communication request for the thick adamantine gate at the camp entrance was activated, but there was no notification from the Imperial Guard or the Commander-in-Chief. The Imperial Guard did not answer, and just waited, falling into silence until the slightly familiar mechanical sound. explain. "It's me."
"The Forge Governor, your partner."
Alan Bayer walked to the communicator and said. "Let me know first next time, and won't you attend the teacher's funeral?"
replied the Governor. "For us, life and death no longer matter, the teacher's wisdom and knowledge have been inherited from me..."
Alan Bayer opened the camp's gate communication equipment and saw the indifferent shadow inside the holographic instrument. "But you're still sad, aren't you."
The governor took care of his red robe. "My controller is slightly disabled, just a remnant of the war."
Alan Bayer saw that he was a bit "arrogant" and pointed out the important points. "What are you going to do?"
he answered. "I need a batch of weapons. Due to rebellion, this world will not be able to hold a large number of firearms for a long time. It is difficult to complete security management with just laser guns, and many merchants are not gentle in the trade between galaxies."
"And I am where I am now thanks to the help of the Imperial Guard. I need an alliance to stabilize Pan Lan's heart. It must be strong enough."
Alan Bair rubbed his chin. "Then I need an additional 10% of Pan Lan's next output to be owned by us."
Ten percent, 10% of a world is quite a lot. Although the output of the forging world is extremely profitable, it is also the lifeblood of this world. They do not have many minerals and food is in short supply. Everything depends on countless materials from the forging. Export it to the outside world in exchange for it.
Ten percent meant that the Mechanicus had to give up a lot of its own interests, so the Sage Governor had to hesitate. Even if the Skadi were powerful, hiring such bodyguards would be too extravagant.
Again and again, the sage speaks. "If you could station a thousand veterans as instructors..."
Alan Bayer said. "Veteran? Impossible, because I just asked, no one in my regiment wants to withdraw from the battle. The alliance I mentioned is between you and Gundwa VI. In the future, Pan Lan and Gundwa VI will form a joint business alliance."
The wise man hesitates. "That doesn't mean..."
Alan Bair nodded. "You will be at a disadvantage here, but Gundwa VI will use its power and location at the core of this sector to continuously provide you with supplies and equipment, allowing you to recover as quickly as possible, or even better."
Several thoughts kept echoing in the sage's mind. "Yes, yes, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, and may even be better in the long run."
This is fate. At first, Alan Bair was a guest, summoned by his servants, but now, the Imperial Guard has become the master, and the power is reversed in a moment. The governor cannot blame the hero who saved them, and can only insult the previous heretical governor in his heart. Well done.
This means that Pan Lan loses his independence, and it also means that the control of the Mechanicus will weaken. But as the governor, he must agree to this request.
"I agree to this matter in the name of the Governor of the Forge World. Please inform the commander of Gundvar VI..."
Alan Beyer took a sip of coffee. "Okay, I'll send the report right away and wait for assistance."
It seems to be help, but it is actually colonization. As the core supply point, Gondwa VI is the basis for the independence of the Imperial Guard from the Ministry of Military Affairs. It is the tireless supply of this star system that allows the war to continue.
Now that Pan Lan joins this big family, the power she provides must be better than diligently paying 11 taxes. Moreover, Pan Lan's initiative to bear the full level of taxes because of her sins will also delay her recovery. This arrangement is the best of.
Alan Bayer hung up the communicator and continued to taste his dinner, as if he was cutting up the world and eating her flesh and blood. (End of chapter)