Chapter 230 No Longer the Only One

Out of ammunition and food, exhausted, with few and precious people, those veterans who inherited the spirit of nobility and chivalry in that era were romantic, stupid, but also not pragmatists.

The size of the mine was small (compared to a real battlefield), and there was no shelter except for cave stone-like ice blocks. It seemed invulnerable, especially when a large number of beasts and cultists were entrenched in it, making it almost impossible to enter.

At present, the Imperial Guard has no weapons to attack and enter, and the ammunition of various weapons is gradually running out. It is extremely difficult to win the rescue operation.

But there are always ways. At least the Sun Lord already has three or four plans in his mind. Although he doesn't know whether they are effective enough to win a complete victory, they are enough to complete the mission.

But that was the only time Alan Bayer was very quiet. He just looked into the distance, his body hidden in the dark mine tunnel, lying down like a poisonous snake.

Because he was not the commander of that operation, to be precise, although it was stupid to let such a serious military operation be controlled by a new leg, but the Sun Lord gave the power to the second lieutenant, very much the lieutenant.

That's why Alan Bayer is special. He has never regarded power as something to enjoy and enjoy. Instead, he can hand it over anytime and anywhere. His only bottom line is that such power should be used by the right person.

Whether he became Sun Lord simply because the Empire needed him, or if someone else was in that position, the situation might be even worse.

He is not arrogant, not complacent, nor does he feel that rights and power are everything. Even if he can no longer destroy a world with one move, he will happily enjoy a very comfortable life.

However, in that dark 40th millennium, rights were responsibilities and things that could never be shaken off, lingering on the former heroes like a curse. Even if Kane, Old One-Eye, and that kind of heroic staff had to withdraw, Returning there after the battlefield, he was initially lost in the whirlpool of the war.

At this moment, Alan Bair taught the second lieutenant whether he hoped that he could die well. If someone took those things, his journey would stop, and whether the Sun Lord would be so selfish as a poisonous snake, looking at the second lieutenant.

The second lieutenant held a telescope on his leg and looked over there. The cultists' firearms were loaded early. Automatic firearms called shell ejectors and a small number of laser guns formed the chaotic team.

Do you have confidence in the concealment there? After all, unless the person coming is a native of Skadi, or you must not hide it from the large fleet of auspicious birds, it will definitely be safe there.

But Lieutenant Fu's thoughts were complicated. At the same time, he looked at a dark wooden table in the cave in the distance, with a red eight-pointed star of chaos carved on it. Cultists in dark robes were preparing kraft paper.

It is located at the core of the mine, surrounded by a huge crystal stalactite. The crystal stalactite, which is four to five meters long, is not only beautiful and bright, but also reflects colorfully from nearby light sources. Colorful lights are used to highlight the religious character of the chanting platform.

"What is that?" The second lieutenant observed the terrifying decoration rack next to the skull-filled chanting platform, and asked the Sun Lord. Because religious issues related to Chaos are strictly restricted by the empire, to be precise, that second lieutenant is the first Witnessed heretical religious actions of real significance for the first time.

Alan Bair looked at the actions of the cultists in front of him. They held up the thick kraft paper files and praised the greatness of the Chaos Gods in ugly hoarse voices. The Sun Lord also opened his mouth to answer at this moment.

"Choir...probably, it improves morale." He could answer like that, but the second lieutenant's attention was all on those kraft papers. To be precise, those kraft papers were much thinner and thinner than the empire's standard kraft paper, and the color was lighter. , the texture is more like paper, but anyone who has often experienced the battlefield knows what it is.

Of course, Alan Bayer doesn't think that thing is kraft paper. There are synthetic equipment outside the empire to make something similar to cowhide, but the cultists will definitely not be able to get animal leather in that ice and snow world, and there is actually one kind of animal living there, which is A type of work in the mines.

The ensign's angry fists were powerlessly pulling at the ice. Compared to the Sun Lord's abnormality, he was still not a real mortal. He could not smash his power into the adamantine-level ice, just like he could not kill those evil spirits. He didn't realize what those things were made of as leather.

Alan Bayer asked calmly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. "Have you figured out a plan?"

The lieutenant nodded, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. "He thought, let me, the boss, play the opening song of that plan, a long and fierce blast."

The Sun Lord now showed an interesting expression and breathed out a mouthful of red mist. "Let him hear it, silly boy."

The ensign pressed against the Sun Lord's ear. Alan Bair's expression quickly changed from indifferent to interesting. He tasted the young man from that weird plan. Initially, when he was in the trenches, he proposed the plan to his lieutenant colonel. That style is, to be precise, crazy!

"Interesting, very interesting. God bless you, if that plan succeeds, they can save a lot of time. Two logging guns can solve the problem."

"How can I be sure that the cultists will do that? If they are biased, civilians will definitely die if they shoot." Alan Bair put forward his idea, and the second lieutenant said coldly.

"Then let them die for the Empire."

Alan Bair had to nod his head. Was that the will required of the commander of the Imperial Guard? Was it something he hated but could not abandon? If the shooting caused the death of thousands of civilians in exchange for the Imperial Guard taking that area, then the price was not unacceptable. Being enslaved meant death, and being killed by compatriots was the same.

At this moment, the lieutenant and the sun lord were like two gods, judging from a high position, judging a person's priceless life with etiquette and fate, just because that dark universe could turn good into evil, and turn deterioration into worse. The only good thing was coldness and adherence to convention.

No thinking, no sympathy, no curiosity, no exploration, no knowledge. In that dark forest of the universe, personal reason was like a candlelight that could be extinguished at any time. Even if it was not a gene original, it would not be a bonfire, and it would be extinguished in a bad weather.

The only sun that humans can trust has no temperature, just like the emperor with cold light like snow. He once burned brightly, but some people are unwilling to believe him. Now he is no longer warm, but he still guides the future of the empire and the direction of mankind.

People who come from the east can be as cold as the ice cave. This truth means that whether they are imperial people or cultists, they must respectfully accept the cruelty of the universe.

But for those guys, there is something very "warm". The prayers of the Chaos Gods are uttered on the choir. Almost instantly, all the cultists turn their eyes to that side.

At this moment, the Sun Lord is holding a gun, and the lieutenant said. "Is my plan good? Isn't it just ice?"

The lieutenant was holding the mining equipment of the engineering team. It must be said that the young man in the nest is smart and likes to do tricks. He can even operate a heavy drill. He wiped his sweat and the buzzing equipment was removing a transparent concave mirror from the wall.

"Okay!" He held up the object that was half a person's height. Although it was rough, it could be seen that its beautiful curve had basic optical focusing ability.

Alan Baier took out his weapon, adjusted it to the hot melt mode, and shouted to all the Skadi soldiers. "Wait, don't look at anything in the heretic's location, don't listen to the heretic's filthy words, and don't understand any of the heretic's thoughts!"

"Now, close your eyes!"

At this moment, all the cultists focused their eyes on the choir. The cultists in groups of three were singing in chorus, amplifying and emphasizing the almost unrecognizable words through the filthy loudspeakers.

Even in the cultist camp next to the mine, there were people who endured the cold and walked out of the door to listen to the teachings of the Chaos Gods. In that cold hell, even they had something to look forward to.

For anyone, working there was a test. Even the most loyal people needed something to stabilize their thoughts and set a fixed time. Singing three times a day was the time for them to enjoy what they needed.

Trucks transporting minerals, camps for rest, factories processing dead bodies, soldiers guarding citizens, all stopped and looked at their gods.

Ailanbaier leaned sideways, looking at the lens, the lieutenant held the thing with his eyes closed, and at this moment the Sun Lord complained again. "You kid is really crazy, that plan gives him a greenskin feeling!"

He adjusted his position, and the lieutenant closed his eyes and cursed. "Boss, don't beat around the bush and say he is whimsical, shoot quickly!"

The Sun Lord cursed back. "He is praising me, idiot!"

The lieutenant holding the instrument next to him gave a thumbs up. "Okay, the angle has been confirmed, and there is no problem with the target." He had a complicated expression, and then closed his eyes. At this moment, he realized for the first time in his mind why the Sun Lord did not choose him. It was not only because he did not like the Skadi people, but also because he was not suitable for the ever-changing battlefield...

After that loss, the sound of gunfire appeared, and everyone knew that it was the sound of hot melt accumulation and burning of air and water molecules, which represented a strong light that required the shooter to get used to it. If such a light was strengthened again and then fell into the extremely translucent ice stalactites, what would happen?

No one could guarantee whether it was a whim on the spur of the moment, but Ailanbaier accompanied the lieutenant to do it. If something happened, it would be a great risk to take the enemy by surprise, but there would be amazing benefits!

They were ready and could fire anytime and anywhere.

At this moment, the tired Skadi citizens in the ice cave fell down due to the cold and physical exhaustion, and the cruel whip followed.

Snap! The thing tore the air apart and whipped the slave's exposed skin. His mouth was cracked, but the poor man whose skin was attached to his bones did not react.

There were men among the Skadi people there, or more precisely, young men. The cultists separated people by age, health, and status, and then "used them as needed". For example, young and beautiful women and young and strong men were treated differently...

"Another one! Someone carry him away!" The arrogant mutant looked at the guy with dissatisfaction, as if he was angry that the guy disturbed him from enjoying the scriptures. Ironically, he had once crawled at the bottom of the hive, but now it was the other way around. The slavery was so exaggerated that even the guy who carried the man away was a Skadi man as skinny as him.

As expected, the hive once had tens of millions of people turned into food, labor, rights, productivity, and countless life force tools and consumables.

Such oppression represents resistance, the most terrible resistance. After all, both paths lead to death. While their consciousness is still burning with the flames of the Emperor, many young people have already taken up arms and are willing to smash the heads of those beasts.

When the shriveled Skadi man was dragged eastward, his withered body suddenly burst out with fierce power, and he shouted to deny the Emperor!

"No Emperor!"

"Just be the Emperor!" Dry voices kept appearing, and the crowd was all young and middle-aged. Although they were fragile due to malnutrition, the flames inside them had not been extinguished.

But Ma Zai had a guard who raised his weapon, beat the ignorant thing to death, and then cursed. "That bastard, don't mention the name of the Corpse Emperor there!"

"We are all maggots. We no longer have faith or personality. Our souls are the bait of the chaotic gods, and our bodies are the material of the giants and demigods!" The beastman has long horns and a face. Twisted, bulging muscles and abnormal mutations gave him the ability to hold an Ogryn gun with his legs, making him even more majestic.

People huddled up, the sound of whips became more frequent, and there was the sound of mining manuscripts hitting minerals. Heavy equipment was operated by cultists to break open the thick and high-strength glaciers. Then ordinary people approached like props and used brute force little by little. Smash the ordinary minerals in the tellurium ice cubes and collect them.

All these contradictions have been suppressed by force, but dissatisfaction can no longer be suppressed. Many young people are full of blood. Many of them have served as PDF elites or gang members. Killings are commonplace!

Destiny is constantly turning, and while murderous intentions are everywhere, the actions of the Imperial Guard are in line with the people's wishes.

"Fire!" Alan Bayer shouted, and a fierce bright light suddenly appeared. The light was cold, dazzling, and terrifying. It was gathered through the lens and fired into the distance, like a laser gun projectile, hitting the place directly. The pulpit is there.

The cultist priest happened to be talking about passion at this moment. He shouted that the gods of chaos would be kind to them and bring light and warmth to that place!

The beastman leader nodded, listened to the singing, and witnessed the "light" toward the gods, and his eyes suddenly disconnected from his brain!

He felt a sudden stabbing pain in his head again, and the bright red blood moistened the thick clothes on his chest. His strong body made him turn around and see the attacker, with blurred eyes and a bright red world. He could see that otherwise A miner with crazy eyes.

His head was spinning, and he shouted with all his strength as the miner raised his weapon again. “Labor has rebelled!”