Chapter 211 Seize the Heretic Supply Chain and Create a New Industrial Revolution

The Sun Lord drove the Chimera armored vehicle, the divine vehicle of the Imperial Guard, through the streets and rugged trails at high speeds. Although the planetary governor could not escape due to the speed limit of the Imperial suspension engine, or to be precise, the anti-gravity equipment.

But war engines cannot survive in crowded and narrow hives, nor can they give war an advantage. Their responsibility is more like weapons than vehicles.

The Chimera's reliable engine had burned to its limit, but it was still idling frequently on the bumpy streets of the hive city. In the embarrassing situation of being unable to pull away and unable to go far, Alan Bair cursed the damn guy, but he still had to score. Mind control car body.

There is no burden for hitting a thick armored vehicle on the street, and the same goes for Superman's Sun Lord, but facing Ru Ming, whose speed equals time equals value, he has no room for error, and it is not easy to just follow him at the moment.

There are several corners and sharp turns, and it is very difficult to get close and then fall east. It is impossible to intercept before the destination. The Sun Lord needs to go to the star port in advance.

"Damn it, speed it up..." Alan Beyer cursed and twisted the steering wheel. He prayed that the target would not change positions.

At this moment, a bright light hit the Chimera's body. The Sun Lord could see the light coming from the hole even though he was separated from the armored vehicle.

"Come quickly!" The suspended transport plane is not the support force of the Imperial Guard. It is a model that Skadi often uses, and it is an aircraft of the local Imperial Guard. A thin and long ladder descends as the aircraft moves forward. And swing.

Alan Bair grabbed the thing and took off like Tarzan, shaking it, taking aim and teasing the people in the transport plane. "Thankfully we can come here to find you!"

The transport plane is here, and the Falakshian warriors poke their heads out. "Boss, you chased them to death. They were able to locate them through the augury."

"I didn't expect that you would have arrived. They were hesitant and doubtful, but you had already decided on the way to take Donglai!"

"Stop flattering, hurry up and get closer to the enemy. The wind pressure makes him uncomfortable. How about I come east and try the ten-degree cold wind in the east?" Alan Bayer scolded, and the soldier could move forward. Speed ​​up, after all, as a person from a warm area, the cold wind in Lingdong is enough to give him frostbite.

At this moment, the Sun Lord was hanging on the ladder, clasping his legs tightly, putting away the weapon, leaning forward, and began to increase his strength as the ladder swayed.

The platform he wanted to jump to was high in the sky, and the target was only five meters away. It was a crude anti-gravity device, and it was swaying. Maybe the entire device would fall the moment he landed on it.

'Get ready... or else...' Falling from a high altitude is not a natural fear of human beings. Although he had skydiving experience, that incident was a bit too much for Alan Beyer.

Is he really a lunatic? It would be better to say that he has been doing various extreme sports since he joined the Imperial Guard.

"Just be the Emperor!" He jumped towards the flying equipment directly in front of him. He once refused orders and went east, but it became clear that he had inherited too many things, hatred and destiny.

The feeling of free falling in the air was felt for a moment, but the secretion of dopamine slowed down, and the damn noble also shifted his body, urging his servant to move away.

In order to let the hero of the Imperial Guard escape, the fat man even started to beat the servant's body with a cane. At this moment, Alan Bayer had to thank the Yidong Mechanic Cult. They definitely cut corners. The sharp turn of the machine was not fast and the amplitude was not high. Only when he is big can he grasp the edge.

The thick artificial leather leg gaiters held the sides of the moving platform, and the entire car body was tilting. The nobleman almost fell to the east!

"Ah! My... impolite Imperial Guard!" His voice was high, very high, like a classic bad guy emphasis, but whether it was more because of his fear and nervousness, it was very questionable whether he was caught by the cultists. Surrender and face the empire, and you will basically be free from death.

And he lost his family honor and the countless wealth accumulated in that world, and wanted to thank the huge empire that constantly sucked blood with tithes for blessing his death and purifying his soul?

That's right, that maggot has regarded the territory of the Empire, the place where the Emperor and the Empire's heroes came from, as the private property that his family deserves. In that dark universe, the 11 taxes that seem to guarantee their survival are not so bad. things.

When the fat thing took out the Imperial Seiko bolter leg gun bundled in his belt, he pointed sarcastically at the Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum, one of the theoretical candidates for the Imperial High Lord.

"What am I doing? I betrayed the empire? Are you seeking to increase your sins now?" Alan Bair's leg fingers clenched tightly on the smooth platform, even embedded in it and caught the dent, but the nobleman could not tremble. Said tremblingly.

"He has no way out. His family and his future are gone. The Bufang Empire is not a red pirate, it is just a piece of shit!" He was so crazy that he obviously didn't know what would happen if the Imperial Guard caught him. Consequences, and raised his weapons.

"Now, in the name of Weiner's supreme planetary command, he gives me the death penalty!"

His plump body held the handle of the firearm. It had to be said that although he looked like a waste, his shooting posture was quite remarkable. However, he did not realize that the platform was not reliable.

Alan Bair looked at the buildings passing by in the distance, not caring at all about the nobleman's trial. No one in that universe could judge him, unless the emperor came back and personally recognized him as a heretic.

"What am I looking at?!" the noble asked hysterically.

Alanbair answered. "He is waiting for the place in front, the platform. Look carefully. The high-rise platform built is a garden of some noble. It is really beautiful, with a greenhouse and colorful."

The planetary governor looked lonely, then jealous, and then sighed. "Yes, he should have such a moon, but not..." Then he became crazy. "He begs to die!"

Alanbair raised his thigh, aimed at the outside of the platform and cursed. "No, it's over now!" When the platform passed the balcony, he kicked the high-rise building fiercely. The fierce force even made the entire flying platform roll over. The people on it fell on the balcony like rolling marbles. The rare and precious plants and beautiful trees and flowers planted inside were smashed into pieces by the governor's fat body.

There were also creatures that looked like cats in the ancient Terra era, screaming in surprise, and then running away quickly.

The servants who were taking care of the terrace garden were so frightened that their tools fell to the ground, causing the governor to be pierced by the spiked rake and dripping a little blood.

He could hardly get up, but his leg finger was still tightly holding the trigger. Alan Baier took out his gun at this moment and shot his entire leg palm. Blood mixed with fragments of the grenade gun spilled all over the ground, and then he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

In his marching life, Alan Baier had seen many soldiers whose legs and arms were blown off by heretics and whose thighs were completely cut off by heretics, but who still remained silent. In comparison, that guy was simply...

"Stand up, he can't carry me!" He raised his gun and pointed it at the bastard, then shouted to his servant. "I, my coal-smelling citizen, come and help my master."

The servant got up, patted the mud on his body, and answered. "No, sir."

Alan Baier said. "He didn't deny my lord. That world is already a traitor world. Our sins can be written off by the Emperor. The mistakes we made and the foolish mistakes we made are heartbreaking."

"Now, go east, go out."

The dull servant led his noble master slowly eastward. The owner of the building hated the former governor of that world as if he was avoiding a plague. The man who wore clothes made of higher materials than ordinary imperial citizens, had a personal garden, and a personal data tablet was obviously also a noble class.

He let his family hide in the cellar, and he faced the new owner of that world alone with his servants.

"Thank the Emperor, they are saved. The damn governor's servility to heresy disgusts him and makes him sick." After the words were finished, the governor shouted like crazy. "My damn, traitor, please step on him to move forward? My family has not been liquidated because I am his sister's husband! If he falls, I will be finished too!"

Alan Baier held down the governor and said. "Why, I'm asking for help, don't you think insulting him can bring prosperity to my family for the next hundred years?"

"He's not that easy to fool."

The Weiren clan said. "No, sir, he once controlled the agricultural production of that world, but was persecuted because he didn't want to go along with the heretics. If he is no longer in power, you can look at the records. He served for 20 years until today. What about the annual tax records of this place?"

"Look at the suppression he suffered for not surrendering. If he was not in a high position before, and the heretics didn't have time to count all the loyalists, he would have died long ago."

"He thanked the emperor for his gift from the bottom of his heart."

The voice was full of tears and sonorous, and it was clear whether it was true or not. If he could really increase production during his tenure, it would not matter if he was used. Without the Red Pirates, those guys would not dare to act rashly even if they were real heretics.

Alan Baier said it. "The Imperial Guard won't mess with me. If what I said is true, I will just crawl back to that position. I don't think the Imperial Guard will care about our little things. Just pay the 11 taxes." Then he pressed the governor out of the mansion.

For that guy, that noble, the words of the imperial officer made him feel much more relaxed, and sweat kept flowing out...

He realized that the young-looking officer was not simple, and tremblingly called the servants to come over. 'Prepare gifts, they go to the Imperial Guard base, bring red wine and food, and meet the noble tomorrow. "

"But sir, their garden..." The servant was a little unsure, and the noble scolded. "What's the garden, such a senior officer

It's a shame to meet them once, let alone the garden, it doesn't matter if the house is blown up!"

"Hurry up, get ready, get everything ready! ”

The imperial nobles are like this, some are powerful and some are not, some are powerful or just rely on the honor of their ancestors, and the good and the bad all rely on the huge and inefficient bureaucratic thinking to act.

Compared to that little episode, in the base of the Imperial Guard, the doctors of the Imperial Guard have begun to prepare the relevant truth serum, which makes people in a dazed state and answer all questions.

The personnel of the Imperial Guard ignored the poor noble who was foaming at the mouth, and did not care about his broken leg. The extremely collapsed spirit also made it easier for him to spit out knowledge.

At the end of the long interrogation, Alan Baier, who was drinking coffee in the lounge, said to the officer who was dealing with the follow-up of that world. "Don't waste your thoughts, the core is in the forging world."

On the other side, the heavy Gothic brown paper was brought, and Alan Baier looked at the information on it and couldn't help feeling a little unhappy.

First, it records the evil flesh experiments of the Black Mechanicus in the Forge World of Militilia. Although it is vague, it is clearly marked. In addition to the well-known zombies, there are more exaggerated genetically modified creatures used as war weapons.

Secondly, as Alanbair speculated, the small cycle composed of the Mechanicus, the Hive World, and the Agricultural World made those three worlds want to be independent of the Empire hundreds of years ago. With the help of the Gene Sage and Forge Governor, Mirkor, they even concealed 30% of the 11th tax revenue and used those materials as strategic storage.

Initially, the governor's general strategic deployment of the Forge World was also clearly marked. The cultists took the weapons produced by the Mechanicus to replace the servitors, and the priests who were freed could put their own power into production.

Its planetary defense is strong enough to resist the invasion of the Imperial Guard. From this point of view, the Paltorians must land in the wilderness thousands of kilometers away from the Mechanicus Castle. The heavy defense of the fortress is very strong, and many earth-shaking cannons are enough to hinder them...

"No, we must have experts, and we can't leave them alone. It will take them a while to control that world, so..." Alanbair knocked on the table.

"Lieutenant, adjust the radio and communicate with the Bordello."

The lieutenant nodded. "No, boss!"

The radio communication was connected with a buzzing sound. In front of the huge Imperial communication equipment, Alanbair said. "Send a star message and request the Destruction Eagle Regiment to join the war... The goal is to forge the world, Minatilia, to assist the Imperial Guard in attacking operations."

After the captain's answer, Alanbair was a little nervous. He couldn't order those demigods and giants to convey the message. What to do in the end and what they did were all their own decisions.

He was not used to the feeling of being out of control. Perhaps that was why the High Lords of Terra were so afraid of the Space Marines. They were too powerful and extraordinary, and their alienation from mortals was even stronger than that of the Mechanicus. But at this moment, they were the ones he could rely on...