Chapter 232 Today, "goods" are delivered to your door
The ice cave seems cold and silent, but it is actually full of life. When the soldiers fiddle with the ice, they see the frozen dead inside as if they were there yesterday. Tens of thousands of years of fighting here have left many "legacies" to this huge place. .
If you don't want to become a frequent visitor to the ice here, you must survive, fight, and win. After all, the dilapidated dead are like prisoners in a prison, making people wonder whether their souls can leave...
An aura of despair permeates this place. If you can't survive, you will become one of them. The remains in the ice seem to be saying this, but most people still don't care. They are the walking dead driven by all kinds of despair. , and now there is even a chance to get out of here, thanks to the emperor's blessing.
But the thoughts of those recruits hadn't been released for too long. They only heard the shouts and controls of the chief of staff. New things were coming, one after another. But when the Sun Lord stood in front of them, those troubles and pain disappeared.
The confused person who was holding a can just now would wake up after his arrival and look at the greatest person in the underground with a little admiration. It is hard to imagine that such a commander would come to such a front line. Some people can't help it. They feel that if he was not born here, they would not be worthy of fighting alongside him throughout their lives.
Facts have proved that if you remove all the bad deeds in a person's life and only look at his success, anyone will become a "saint" in history. This situation has become increasingly serious at the end of this dark forty millennium.
Alan Baier stepped onto the high platform, raised his head and held his chest high. He could feel the fiery emotions of many young people below, and he also knew that they wanted to tear apart the cultists who suppressed them. He already had many plans in his mind, as usual, Courageous and adventurous.
A large part of the success of the Sun Lord lies in his adventurous spirit, which was carried forward in the dark ages of mankind and allowed mankind to set foot on the entire universe and develop countless amazing technologies.
It is also the emperor's favorite thing, the spirit of the pioneer and the spirit of the experimenter. Although adapting to the environment is a rational choice of smart people, in most cases, history is created by those who blindly move forward and change the environment.
This is the most powerful power of the Sun Lord. His spirit and action have shaped Skadi today, turning the tide from countless evil demons, one after another.
The pioneer is now standing on a high platform and speaking to those who are confused. "Attack the enemy's core area from the truck line! Because we found the guys who deserve revenge, those stupid and greedy things."
He held up a piece of brown paper, on which was written the name of the culprit who allowed Skadi to be bombed and his compatriots to be enslaved, and the evidence of his guilt.
At this moment, as long as the soldiers know the writing, they will angrily accuse the low Gothic written by the cultists and tell their friends and comrades about the sin.
Alan Beyer re-emphasized at this moment. "Before the death, the Grand Inquisitor, Walden, used public affairs for personal gain, betrayed the empire, and wiped out millions of lives. His crime is unpardonable!"
The soldiers clenched their weapons and their fighting spirit was high. They knew that their blood revenge could be avenged. The excitement and feeling surrounded them for a long time and could not dissipate. There was no hope in this cruel universe. It was brought by the Sun Lord. possibility.
They began to march in an orderly manner and were loaded onto the trucks that originally transported the goods. The veterans were responsible for driving or adjusting morale, or accompanying the vehicles. Compared with the fatigue of walking, they were more unwilling to put their lives in such an unreliable vehicle. On the tools.
The entire army followed the transportation road built by the cultists or the nobles who previously managed this place. The road made of asphalt on the ice can barely strengthen the grip of the truck enough to drive. The lighting equipment is poor and the road is full of potholes. It also seems to emphasize that this place is almost in ruins.
Alan Bair, Lord of the Sun, is sitting on the only armored vehicle used by the commander here. This vehicle has been severely modified and has many unnecessary decorations. It is difficult to describe it as a Chimera armored vehicle.
With the racks of skeletal decorations swinging on the car body and the "bobblehead" toys made out of broken human bones, Alan Bair had to admit that it was always refreshing when those traitors wasted the few remaining aesthetics of the empire.
the chief of staff asked him, fiddling with the object. "Why don't you take it off?" while trying to figure out whether the bobblehead's waist is a finger or a tibia. After all, it's hard to see clearly after being artificially modified in this way.
Alan Beyer just drove forward and said. "Can you tell the difference?"
The chief of staff shook his head. "They're all human."
Alan Bayer pointed at his body wearing thick winter clothing. "Then can you tell whether I am a traitor or an Imperial Guard?"
The chief of staff shook his head. "I can't tell the difference because I can't see the uniforms."
Alan Bair nodded. "So, I sent them to their door today and took my people directly into the castle. The external shape of the deflagration gun looks like a special automatic gun. Those illiterate people would not be able to recognize it for eight lifetimes. We just went in with such a big show, found the important area, and then Build a defensive force.”
"How brave! What if we don't have enough troops? If we don't advance step by step, we will be surrounded by enemy forces and then be wiped out. Such an operation can basically only be carried out by space warriors. For a large force like ours, the burden is greater than the benefit. Bigger! A lot of people will die!" The chief of staff said the core issue, but I have to say that he made a good judgment, and Alan Bayer just said.
"I know that many people will die, but will they join the Imperial Guard if they are afraid of death? And, I think only those who survive can serve as the 5th Skadi Infantry Regiment and join the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment."
The staff officer's eyes were a little evasive. "How old are those new recruits? Are they worth it? If we leave it to the veterans and reduce the size of the troops, we can achieve better results whether it is infiltration or enemy-red guerrilla warfare."
Alan Bair said, "But we don't have time. The Red Pirates' invasion force will soon launch a counterattack. They have suffered a lot due to various things in the past six months. If we can't take Skadi and use this as a supply point to move forward." Pressure, most of this sector will soon be back in the hands of the traitors." He turned on the kettle in his hand and took a sip of coffee against the poor heater in the car. The ice was cold but not frozen, but it felt like it was in his stomach. All the six organs are trembling.
This broken car is so poor that it is extremely difficult to keep the interior of the car barely above zero. Even so, it is an extremely rare experience in the empire, smelling that strange ozone smell emitted by the air conditioner (similar to garlic mixed with engine oil), Alan Beyer looked at the chief of staff, as if waiting for his answer.
"Yes, we don't have much time, but..." The staff officer felt a little sympathetic, but this time it was Alan Bayer who said it. "War is the best furnace, the furnace of death."
Yes, every soldier is raw ore, and it is inevitable to refine them into fine gold. However, their behavior is cruel and terrible. In this universe, such things are extremely promoted by the current empire. It is not that Alan Bayer is willing to become The commander of this era, but he has done his best to help this bloated and disgusting empire.
There is no doubt that this is a bad era. Listening to the roaring engine of the Chimera modified by the cultists, the journey has reached the end point close to the center of the earth. The temperature here has begun to rise, and the heating in the car has even reached ten degrees. Above, one can sweat.
At some point, the ice turned into rock. When the light shined on it, it looked like ordinary soil, but it was very hard.
Then the Sun Lord once again felt that the place that people could not reach in the ancient Terra era, and even the core of the earth that was called possible hell, was actually just a warm place, and the empire could get through it just by thinking about it. place.
But why is it built in the center of the earth to hide it from others? However, there are many uninhabited areas on the surface, and it is impossible for anyone to live outside the hive city. Even scavengers must rely on the city to survive...
And the artificial light source suddenly hit his face, causing his thoughts to stop. They were lumen towers, countless to be precise, like the lumen towers of the stars, or in other words, they were as wonderful as the "eyes" used by scallops to sense light. The spots are inlaid on the body of a huge monster made of metal.
Countless watchtowers, outposts, and checkpoints were built along the rugged rock walls, surrounding the entire fortress, and this huge war fortress looked like... a church. To be precise, it should be similar to an Anglican church, but there are many on it. The symbol of the Black Mechanicus is, to be precise, the half-machine, half-skeleton of the Mechanicus with the eight-pointed star of chaos behind it.
"Advocate Mechanicus, Space Marines, Inquisitors, okay, we can have a game of mahjong together in a while." Alan Bair looked at this strange place with interest. It looked like an Anglican Church, but there were More armed, thicker armor, and larger, it may be as huge as a city.
At this moment, the Sun Lord had to be thankful that he did not have a frontal attack. This thing was impossible to take down without heavy firepower. To be precise, even a Space Marine would have a hard time entering it, because he could see the camp area at a glance, and the laser Defense arrays, several void shield generators and giant light spear anti-orbital systems.
"Emperor, what is this?" The chief of staff was frightened. After all, such a small size would take thousands of years to build, and those terrible war equipment have been silently entering Skadi's interior, going deep into the ground. Heart?
The empire's control of the world seems too bad? Definitely not. The power of the empire is corrupt and insensitive. No one can gather such power without the consent of the empire. Given its church-like shape, it seems that the empire has long been willing to build Skadi into a fortress world. , but the project is too big and the delay is too long.
This place was supposed to be a bridgehead against the invasion of Chaos, but now it has become a place where evil is entrenched, which makes people sigh. The equipment seems to have been fully installed, so those Chaos traitors should be preparing to transform it into a place more suitable for serving the gods.
"Damn it." The staff officer secretly cursed, but Alan Bayer said. "Take off your hat, that beautiful and big imperial staff hat."
He immediately took off his hat, but there was no place to put it. At this moment, the Sun Lord accelerated and drove to the gate of the outpost. The chief of staff could only stuff the hat under his butt. Next, the cultist at the gate of the outpost came to ask questions. .
To be honest, this place is not very good. The lumen tower hits the car body directly, as if someone who should be managed is here. The sentry tower is full of heavy logging guns, and the person who asks the question is even more vicious.
Alan Bayer opened the door of the armored vehicle, opened the door bolt, and adjusted the buckle. The tedious actions made him even more upset.
When the car door opened, he spoke in a more serious tone. "Number, origin, why you entered the fortress, and then register your name and personal information, and contact information on your personal tactical tablet." The clothes this man wore were the snow uniforms of the Astra Militarum, and Alan Bair secretly cursed a traitor in his heart.
Then he spoke in crude low Gothic. "Sir, I am not illiterate. If possible, I think I can apply for assistance from my commander."
"Who is your commander?" Alan Bair said with a dismissive look on the traitor's face. "Well, it's the Grand Inquisitor of Walden, sir. Look at the team behind them. They are all gifts from him, sir." As Alan Bair took out the letter, the cultist's complexion quickly changed from pale to Pale, then he opened the door in a polite manner and removed the roadblock.
"Please come in. You don't need to say so much next time. Just say your name to me. I'm offended..." He became very gentle, and the arrogant guy before disappeared. After all, he was the only one who could show off his power. The place is here, even if the people coming in such a large convoy, he can still disgust the other side.
Alan Bayer stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly entered the interior of the fortress. The staff officer who was shrinking next to him, trying to make himself inconspicuous, looked particularly funny now.
He picked up his wrinkled hat and cursed. "Enough, it's so unbearable, your crazy plans."
Alan Bair closed the car door. "It worked, didn't it?"
"Do you think I am someone who will be hindered by this little traitor?"
said the staff officer. "No, of course not, it's just... we'll do it next."
Alan Beyer took out his sidearm, then handed the steering wheel to the chief of staff and said. "Have you seen that warehouse? Crash into it."
"What? Warehouse? Hit? That's iron!" the staff officer yelled.
Alan Beyer emphasized. "Just hit it, our main stronghold is next. I think the warehouse is big enough, and there are a lot of good goods in it!"
The chief of staff gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and countless working cultists shouted to slow down the engine, but they only saw the car door suddenly open, and a young man holding a ridiculous little gun fired at the steel door.
They laughed, this car was definitely doomed, it was a pity for such a good Chimera, and they planned to wait and pull something off the body, but the next second, a flash of light flashed, the metal door turned into lava, and the Chimera armored vehicle passed through the door. As they entered, trucks following behind sprayed them with projectiles.
Walking soldiers suppressed the entire area, while alarms awoke the Grand Inquisitor in his tower, watching smoke billowing from his windows and panicked slaves reporting to him of the intrusion.
Grand Inquisitor Walden just touched his chin and said. "Let the Claws of the Stars deal with it." (End of Chapter)