Chapter 153: Toast to Victory, Sacrifice Will Not Be Forgotten, because God

Chapter 153: Toast to victory, sacrifice will not be forgotten, because the Emperor blesses them

When the people forget their duty they are no longer human and become something less than beasts. They have no place in the bosom of humanity nor in the heart of the Emperor. Let them die and be forgotten

When people forget their responsibilities, they are no longer human, but become beasts. They exist neither in the hearts of humans nor in the hearts of the Emperor. Let them die and be forgotten.

——Imperial Canon

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After the brief victory brought by the Skadi, the power of chaos entrenched here collapsed, the turbid electromagnetic interference disappeared, the clear communication also represented the enemy's retreat, and even more so the signal that Vengar asked Merovingian to rest.

The assault team picked up the bones of their brothers. That was the only respect given to them by Alanbair as a reward for their protection of the Empire before they became traitors. Even though their rebellion caused greater losses, those sins had been settled by death.

The remaining Space Marine assault team would live in fear and struggle, in their own shattered dignity. If they could get their revenge on Elanbar, he might be more willing to let them reunite in front of their destruction.

The shame of their servility to mortals at this moment would accompany their long life, until they died under the heavy burden.

The enemy began to retreat in an orderly manner to avoid further losses. They knew that they could not take the castle. The signalman in the upper command area chattered to Elanbar, as if he had unlimited energy and had never experienced war.

"Lieutenant Colonel Elanbar is back, they held on, the enemy was defeated, long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Those traitors avoided the elite of the Skadi people like the receding tide, but Elanbar was not happy. A few minutes later, the staff came with a full of dog tags, and those dog tags represented that there were fewer unique Skadi people in that world.

They are indeed worthless lives in the hive, but now they are all strong imperial warriors, the honor of the Emperor. The war against Chaos Space Marines is too tragic. When those things designed to be used by Chaos and aliens now draw their swords against their compatriots, the losses caused are even greater than those of aliens.

But in that dark universe, what kind of state are mortals in? The Emperor thought that mortals could not bear the restoration of that huge universe, so he designed Space Marines... But it seems that such a design is not wrong. As long as there is enough faith and strength, humans themselves are still indestructible.

No matter how strong the body is, it cannot prevent the consciousness from being invaded by Chaos, and no matter how smart the brain is, it will be corroded by honor and struggle. Those supermen do have many behaviors that can be called angels, but now they bring death and cruelty.

Looking at the list of deceased brothers, Alan Baier finally understood why the High Lord of Terra was so afraid of those supermen. If that power is uncontrollable, desperate killing will come, and they still have better conditions for rebellion than mortal troops.

At least the Space Marines can still travel between the stars on barges, and the Imperial Guard can tolerate conflicts with the Navy, big or small. Mortals rely too much on the Military Affairs Department, and it is difficult to form a large-scale legion even if they rebel, but Chaos Space Marines do not need it at all.

Those supermen can fight for a long time without food or water, and can kill a dozen mortals even with bare legs and fists. It is difficult to say that such monsters are human, and it is difficult to be truly controlled.

The betrayal of the Space Marines is the eternal pain of the human empire, and those supermen often need a great commander to burst out with power, tear open the wound, and let the ancient empire feel the pain of sleepless nights.

When Alanbair walked in the command room, the dog tags of the brothers were lined up, shining, and looked lonely in the light of promethium. Alanbair went from loneliness at the beginning to light, and his family was changing, constantly, comrades left, and new ones came, but now, he realized that there were fewer and fewer Skadi people.

He didn't have any real racist concept, but he still knew where he belonged in his life. His hometown was gone, the war was going on, and he didn't fulfill his responsibilities.

"1...2...3...768...769...770..." He counted the dog tags. They were not things that represented life. It was hard to imagine that such a small thing could represent those living men and women of the Empire.

The data was the same as the staff's previous report, 770 people. The number of Skadi was seriously reduced, and he came so late. He couldn't afford to let his comrades down. He shouldn't do any exploration or treasure hunting in the void. If he could go back earlier...

The silent command room was opened, and there was the sound of military boots, and a deep male voice sang a familiar melody. "If the wildcats can succeed, then they can probably do it too. Tomorrow's story will be remembered, and the loyal people will sing it from generation to generation. The Emperor's will will always satisfy them."

Alan Bayer teased as the staff officer walked over.

"Why are the lyrics different every time?"

said the staff officer. "He has been away from home for so long that he even barely knows where he came from. He entered Tadashi Academy when he was a child."

"But if he can understand my feeling, it's like arriving in a big family for the first time, but my brothers and sisters are gradually leaving. When the military camp is empty, the remaining traces of life in those beds make him feel like a knife."

"But they cannot stay. There are many soldiers who need my comfort, and many wars need my command. And he is not your chief of staff (high-ranking commander), nor the most loyal servant of the emperor. He is ordering me at this moment. Captain Cady, Lord of the Landless War, goes and takes my family to pledge their loyalty to the Emperor."

He took out the appointment letter that he had prepared. It said Skadi, War Lord's Thought, and Alan Bair, but the appearance above could no longer be realized. Without a homeland, only the Skadi people in the east need his command, and Skadi is immortal.

Alan Bair brushed the special piece of paper, and the Star of Terra badge at the heart of his chest shone brightly, as if to tell him that people like me will never succeed until they succeed and drive away the traitors and aliens. satisfy.

"The Emperor, if the war can ever end, he wants to return to Skadi."

the staff officer asked. "It's already a barren land."

"Titanium." Alan Bair answered that word, and the staff was silent. Indeed, if the Skadi relied on that terrible environmental modification technology with the help of the aliens.

"Is it really blasphemous? He would actually say such words one day, but no, he agrees. If we rely on those blue-skinned allies..." Staff officers, especially senior staff officers, to be precise, they are not soldiers, but directly under the emperor and military affairs Special members of the Ministry, they are neither members nor supervisors, and their status as consultants makes him absolutely unfaithful. He can listen to such heretical words and remain indifferent, but he is not a human being.

He took a deep breath of air, even if the air in that world was not clear, he said. "Now go outside and say something to the soldiers. Don't worry about the second lieutenant. The lieutenant is taking care of him. His internal organs have been smashed by the traitors. Now he has to rest for half a year..."

Alan Bair rubbed his temples. "He's not worried about that kid. By the way, Captain and he seem to be very close?" For the Skadi and even the Falakians, could Alan Bair be an elder in terms of their "parents"? .

The boy didn't even care about his own marriage, but he was interested in the two people because they were so close, which made the counselor cough. "Let's talk about it after the war."

Alan Beyer retorted. "At first they thought defeating the greenskins and red pirates would deny the war, then they would return to Skadi to deny the war, and now..."

"They can't let good things happen. The Ministry of Military Affairs can't control them now. They can hold a military blind date or something."

The staff officer's eyelids twitched a few times, and then he said. "How heretical, what was I thinking?"

"Forget it, that's wrong. The new supplies will arrive tomorrow morning, and John has done a big job for them."

Alan Beyer asked. "What's the meaning?"

The staff officer swallowed. "Fresh ones are here, truckloads are transported from the freezer."

Alan Bayer acted late. "Is that kid getting rich?"

said the staff officer. "During that time, he poured most of his resources into a team of experienced Rogue Traders. Those guys with approval simply explored a commercial road to other star regions in the subspace and came back with a large amount of supplies. ”

"The Ministry of Military Affairs in Port Nao still has no contact. The agricultural world in that area has also fallen into a subspace storm. Even if that world cannot please them, they will send the supplies."

Alan Bair wanted to laugh, but sighed. "It's a good cup of sweet spring, but the enemy is very present, the aliens are raging, and heretics are entrenched. He needs comrades more than supplies. Bu Nao has no choice. First, ask Yidong, what kind of meat?"

The staff officer coughed. "Golo beasts, bull ants, birds, aquatic products, etc."

Alan Beyer said. "Bring a flamethrower for seasonings. They don't light a fire. They slowly roast the gizzards for tens of thousands of people to eat. And they're going to cook them now!"

“Get a couple of good flamethrowers, score the meat, coat it with spices and seasonings, and then quickly sear it with military-grade flames.”

The counselor's stomach made a bright sound, and then he coughed to cover up the embarrassment. In fact, at the end of the dark forty millennium, such good things were enough for people to get out of the cruelty, but one family was happy and the other was sad. When the traitors realized their situation, they began to regret the invasion.

Merovingian's body was constantly collapsing due to excessive use of his spiritual powers. When Wengar pointed angrily at Vartech and questioned him. "They lost a lot of brothers, just because I said that Merovingian was infallible, but it only took half a day to fall into severance and weakness, and it is even collapsing now."

"I allowed his plan to be disrupted again. I deceived him, and he didn't know that the Merovingian core was targeting me. Maybe I felt that I had the power and the entire expeditionary force was in my lap?"

"The Lord Huron sent him to command there, but not me, the blacksmith."

Vartech wiped the spittle from his face. He could see that Veengar was in good condition. His anger made him suspicious and fearful, and he also had the sequelae of a mortal man driving a rail rifle into his heart like a nail, and he It doesn't disapprove of doctors, not to mention that doctors can't cure such a situation.

"I'm hysterical. If Merovingian doesn't get any nutrition, it will die. They just failed and lost their chance and viability. Now I have to command the legion, spread out, and plunder the resources and supplies everywhere to maintain Merovingian's existence."

Weingar asked. "Am I commanding him?" His legs angrily grasped the blacksmith's shoulders, and Valtex silently reached for his weapon, and the two men were on the verge of a fight.

There can't be two tigers in one mountain. When Valtex showed his ambition, such a situation was almost doomed. Huron didn't notice the desires of his confidants, which led to the situation like this, but fate is still interesting. If it weren't for Valtex, Weingar would have died.

But if it weren't for Valtex, Weingar would not have been sniped at all, and they would not have attacked, but would have attacked when Merovingian was in a more stable state.

Now that things have happened, it is unclear who is at fault. Vengar feels that he and the blacksmith in front of him are incompatible. Valtex also tastes the killing intention of the Red Angel. In the narrow space of less than a few hundred meters, the hurricane of the demigod will destroy everything.

The mortal servants have left timidly, and the two supermen are confronting each other, but what flashed through Vengar's mind at this moment is what Huron said, if you want to achieve great things, you must learn to be patient.

His chain saw sword has roared, and things that should not be retracted have been stopped, and no blood has been drunk. Vengar is too calm, he can't leave Valtex, he can feel that he has a morbid grasp of power from Merovingian, and he is powerless to save the situation.

"He needs me, just like I said to him, blacksmith."

Valtex also put away the whip, and the two people who were on the verge of a fight just now, now seem to be fine and start looking at the strategic map, thinking about where to plunder power and how to bypass the blockade of the Imperial Guard.

That's the Chaos traitors. Those twisted and terrible things are absolutely abnormal, but they can endure the great cause. In the blood and violence, their humanity is also blurred, but the beasts know when to endure and when to bite.

Those who rebelled into the dark universe, their inner desires and bestiality, distrust and anti-group personality are completely aroused. They are doomed to fail because they only deny the Chaos Gods they worship.

They can't form a civilization again, they can't stay calm, their souls are turbid, and they will enslave normal people to build their own kingdom at first, but it is also built on the castles in the air called violence.

That's what the Chaos Gods want. They don't ask for the void to be silent, but they want the void to be like a huge Colosseum forever. Whatever destroys their plan, even if it is against the Emperor, they will be crushed to pieces.

What's more, a mortal...

Here's one thing, everyone please remember to brush your teeth, brush your teeth every day, so that you can ensure normal food intake to maintain your loyalty.

An unhealthy body shapes a disloyal will! Here he recommends the sprout home...

Oh, he doesn't have ads, but brushing teeth is indeed very important.

Then the Knight-level Titans don't have void shields, but ion shields, and only the Castle Lord-level Knights can have them. It has been changed, and now all have ion shields.

He doesn't understand what aliens, knights, and other messes. ) Mumbling