Chapter 227 The Promised Land

Skadi, Skadi, the word has become synonymous with ruins and death haze. Even if the atmosphere has been discovered, people can't be completely at ease.

And the familiar place has changed. The huge nest city has become a ruin. Cut in from the outside with hot melt, drill into the building hole that is not too big, and it still stands after the collapse. The light of promethium is shining, and the place that is still the size of a football field is beginning to appear.

Debris and ruins are crowded on the ground. Because of the heavy cover of the nest city, the dead are like haze, leaving indifferent traces on the relatively intact walls, like a black haze, but it is a real human-shaped thing.

When revisiting the old place, many people recognize it. There is not much communication between the nest cities. The old soldiers of the same period as Alanbaier are very conscious. They can see the half-broken statue of the emperor in the middle of the ruins, and the broken sign next to it, which lists several restaurants that Alanbaier's co-workers often go to.

Because of the food-saving wine thing, he had never tasted it. In fact, it was the first time he ate normal food. However, on the second day of enlistment, he had to complain about the registration of the Imperial Guard.

You don’t even need to sign (most people can’t write their own names) to receive a set of military uniforms and bulletproof vests, and a set of field food.

Seeing the familiar place become like that, the former store disappeared, leaving only the tattered signboard, but the news was not bad. On the contrary, the Imperial Guard can rely on this to locate the position and know how to act next.

There are still many people in the city who began to lose morale because of this incident. They are different from the Sun Lord. They have family and friends, ruthless people or colleagues, and they live in this world.

The reality of the city is always unreal, the material world cannot be changed, and what happened will not be reversed. They are all veterans, and life and death are just things picked up by them.

Unconsciously, the terrible silence enveloped the entire team. Alanbair pointed out the location where the Imperial Guard needed to go again like a leader. He planned to go back to his factory to check the situation.

It had nothing to do with missing or anything. The situation outside the hive was full of waste. If such a large factory could operate well, it could provide a lot of convenience for the Imperial Guard.

Many people showed a rather hesitant expression at the moment of the order. The memory of working outside the hive for many years might have caused a lot of blows to their loyalty. The black-hearted factory environment that barely maintained the heat balance was like a nightmare, which gave the Skadi people a foundation of discipline.

The cold weather and heavy labor gave the Skadi people strong endurance. As the bottom of society, they used war to provide morale for the opportunity to climb up, and the person who really brought those things into play was the Sun Lord himself.

Without victory, there would be stupid sacrifices, wars of attrition, and perseverance. When Alanbair joined the army, he suffered a lot from the conservative tactics of the Imperial Guard, so that his strategic style was getting further and further away from the rules of the Imperial Guard.

Maybe his tactical style brought out the real fighting power of the people in the Empire Hive City, but the situation has changed. They are walking in the narrow ruins of their hometown. The void suit that blocks their vision is unsatisfactory. Guns are raised at any time and anywhere, even if there are no enemies there.

Home is no longer home, there is nowhere to go. No matter how big the void is, there is no Skadi, no Skadi people, just a disgusting, dead ruins.

Now a rather crazy idea came out of the soldier's mind, then there will be green skins, then there will be heretics, and then tell them that the world is very valuable, worth fighting for, and there are many wrong things.

But the death-like silence and the action of the engineering team to install the road to the square told them that there is nothing there, only death and silence.

Like the suffocation of being strangled by the throat, it appeared in the body of the people who once lived there. The flickering promethium light, even if it was reflected by the crystallized tissue, would make the soldiers undisciplined and restless. Alan Baier had to say to the chief of staff.

"Take care of them..."

He didn't want to disturb the homesick people, but he couldn't let the exploration have the risk of external reasons. The team of thousands of people was extremely large, and the nest was complicated. He didn't want anyone to be agitated because of emotions, and lose personnel because of emotions.

The shouting of the staff and the management of the company members, and the words of shouting the name of the Emperor Huang Dog made the soldiers in that place honest.

The team kept moving forward, crossing the ruins and rubble. On the way, Alan Baier took a look at the black room where he had exchanged things. At this moment, the metal door made of refined gold in that place was missing. It didn't seem to be melted, but it was taken away...

But his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the shouting of the second lieutenant, because he shouted after he passed through the melted wall.

"Boss, we're here!"

Alan Baier walked over quickly and looked at the not-so-good-looking place. The explosion and high temperature made the whole facility bumpy. After opening the door, the exterior was well preserved, and even the promethium lamp could be lit. Fortunately, the industrial area seemed to have been deliberately protected by someone.

The walls and tools were still intact, the heavy machinery that represented civilization was even connected to the circuit, and the emergency external promethium engine was humming. The huge place that was like a metal hell seemed to welcome the living at any time, like a huge torture device.

Ailanbaier heard someone in the team curse. "Why is that place still not in good condition?"

But although he doesn't like it, he must thank the Emperor for blessing it. Due to the occupation of Skadi, the difficulty of rebuilding Skadi has become much easier. The atmosphere and the powerful heat of the extinction order have caused the originally complex industrial pollution of that world to be destroyed by high temperatures. After a cleanup, in addition to the lack of supplies, Skadiruming's strategic location was very suitable for hindering the red pirates and serving as a strategic relay point.

Originally, that world was both a hive city and a fortress world. It was once a satellite of the fortress and was destroyed by external chaos and suffered serious losses. Now a fortress can be rebuilt to maintain regional rule.

"Very good, that's good..." Alan Bayer was thinking a lot but had to move forward. But when he saw a group of rodents running from the corner to the other side, that weird feeling of incongruity filled the air. in his mind.

After a short sound of footsteps, Alan Bayer suddenly pulled out his weapon and shot at the machines. Bang bang, flames burned, and the metal melted. Many Skadi people were even shocked. It was obviously not a good thing, why? Want a shot?

A moment later, a ball of burning flesh and blood fell to the east. The cultist was wearing thick cold-proof clothing. The flesh and blood melted by the heat ray revealed a severely mutated skull with horns.

"Beastmen!" (The Empire mistakenly called the mutants like Animal City)

The second lieutenant shouted that the factory was not in the line of fire. The fierce laser gun shot penetrated the void suit and then hit the carapace of the Imperial Guard. Many people were looking for bunkers and began to shoot at random. Alan Bair looked at The laser grazed the shoulder armor of his void suit, and the heat almost ignited his hair, although it only burned away the hairs.

He touched his stinging cheek and said to the chief of staff who was hiding with him. "The people in the bottom nest, did they come here alive?"

the chief of staff replied. "No, that's not a cyclone torpedo. The weapons encountered in that world are not weapons commonly used by the Extermination Order. Someone was involved in that matter. They bribed the Inquisition, or..."

Alan Bayer watched as the heavy industrial machine in front of him was dented by the laser. "Or maybe they deceived the Inquisition, used magic or subcontracted equipment, and anyway, they massacred Skadi's Imperial citizens, and those maggots were left behind!" He was a little disgusted, angry and disgusted. stand up.

He turned on the radio. "Using roundabout tactics, the positions of the cultists were empty and scattered, the shooting intensity was not high, and there was no one to direct them."

"Those cultist workers should be unarmed. They only face a small number of guards. Get them there quickly!"

Having said that, Kid Lytling and Master Chief Catachan are now taking two special forces to make a detour, and their firepower is approaching the victory in an overwhelming manner as the Imperial Guard's equipment is being crushed.

There is no comparison between the experienced veterans of the empire and the chaotic gangs at the bottom of the hive. Even if they have experienced many battles, there is a big gap in their individual soldier quality, group command, and equipment level.

Alan Bayer led the troops to press forward. The second lieutenant and the chief of staff covered each other with him. The strong smell of gunpowder continued to fill the air, and the number of troops there was unexpectedly large, because a large number of slave workers maintained the production line of the entire factory. They also A lot of firepower is needed to suppress the rebellion.

When Alan Bair approached those heavy production lines for the first time, he realized that those malnourished, skinny poor people were not citizens of the Empire. In other words, there were probably thousands of Skadi citizens there who were enslaved as laborers. .

Those cultists used heavy pressure and high-intensity management to drive the citizens of the empire to produce things that were disobedient to the empire. But even so, the battle was not difficult, and it was not even a battle. It was just a one-sided massacre. After the surrounding troops opened fire, The cultists dispersed in droves, and their chaotic management and low morale could not save them.

When he shot and killed the last cultist, the monster with scales and horns was still madly showing off vague words to his companions. Alan Bairdong's consciousness turned on the translation function to analyze that sentence. Go to where the item is produced.

The Imperial Guard began to bring out relief supplies to calm their emotions. Soon many people realized that the people working there were their relatives, friends, family members, and compatriots. They inquired about each other and exchanged experiences with each other. The previous despair and pain were swept away.

But when they asked many other people they knew, the chattering mouths and biting movements of the survivors would stop.

Is the bombing really carried out and the massacre realistic? Do you think the only group in Portskadi agrees? The population of that world has dropped by eight-tenths. Even if they find people they know there, there are likely to be more. The Khadi have no relatives to look for.

Alan Bayer, who walked into the product production area, even lamented that the place where he had to go hungry to achieve his goals turned out to be so narrow. The huge factory that he once thought was impossible to transform was actually so small.

Now that he is clear, he can no longer see the squad leader, workshop director, and those places that were once beyond his reach, such as high-end offices, and he can't easily enter them, but so what...

Unexpectedly, unpleasant emotions swelled in his mind. He looked at the Catachan Guards following him and wanted to ask them, but when the matter came to his lips, Alan Bair, who had always been talkative, actually got stuck.

They moved forward in silence and arrived at the warehouse. The huge place was stacked with heavy boxes and very thick large containers. Usually there were piles of laser guns there, but Ruming didn't know what they were.

What are those cultists producing? Are the explosives blasphemous, or are they copying the Word of Tzeentch?

Alanbair turned on the warehouse lights, and the bright light of the lumen ball made him more suspicious, because it was not a weapon, poison, or blasphemy, but a piece of black refined gold raw material, to be precise, it was something taken from many heavy cores of the hive city, strong enough to build a warship.

The factory seemed to have spent a lot of time on this matter, taking the refined gold outside the city and remelting it, but in fact, that world did not have the ability to build a tank engine, and they would definitely not cast a car if they recycled the materials.

The star port of that world has been completely paralyzed, there is no port as a large-volume transportation point, and a large number of fleets cannot transport things.

They have a large-scale and metal-consuming project underway, so they need to recycle materials to complete it.

Alanbair's sensitive mind grasped the core point, but the resources of that world are exhausted and the population has disappeared. Is there anything so valuable?

He walked out of the warehouse, and his system completed the translation. The vague language had meaning, without a doubt, not a modal particle, and after he heard the translation of the low Gothic language, he immediately said.

"Evacuate civilians, strengthen defenses, prepare for war, a big guy is coming!"

He commanded the troops to send a large number of civilians to the outside of the warehouse, and his worries came as expected. The buzzing sound of vehicle engines had filled the periphery. The Sun Lord had to sigh at his carelessness and wasted time.

He took the soldiers to hide in the dark of the factory, and the lieutenant asked the boss anxiously. "Boss, what's wrong?"

Alan Baier looked at the huge metal monster that slowly stepped into the outside of the factory, the humanoid and twisted thing, the individual called the Space Marine, and smiled bitterly.

"Here they come, the core troops of the traitors, the Chaos Space Marines."

He looked at the real byte in the auxiliary light screen in front of him. Before the disgusting thing died, it did not call to its companions, but shouted to its own radio, saying the word giant, and emphasizing the byte of master and support, so there is no doubt.

Is that world being watched by the Red Pirates?