Chapter 349 Bandertal

Bandtar, the powerful lord, suddenly woke up from his sleep. It was midnight according to Terra standard time, but he realized something. The so-called blood relationship and the slight psychic throbbing made him wake up from the endless burning pain, and cold sweat soaked his light blue silk pajamas.

His soft and sticky bed could no longer provide him with peace of mind, but he was not afraid. In the dark bedroom, the bleak white light of artificial light that imitated moonlight sprinkled on his body through the Gothic window, but he found that blue feathers filled his surroundings.

Those were his feathers, or more precisely, the things hidden in his own body, that is, the inseparable part of him as a demon, but now they fell casually like garbage. In other words, his father, the great demon father who gave him this unstable subspace feature, the father who made him suffer in nightmares for generations, the arrogant master of the purple hand, the existence of one of the most powerful human psychics in the empire, died.

It wasn't even exile to the warp, but a real death, otherwise his psychic characteristics and mutations would not dissipate. He was ecstatic at this point, which meant that as long as he could survive this period, he could defeat Elanbair and take the Purple Hand into his pocket, truly becoming a star zone overlord that could challenge the Empire, and the Pangea sub-sector would also be in his pocket.

"Dead, ha, dead!" He howled in a low voice with ecstasy. In this respect, he was no different from his father, except that he was not a demon soul, and he could not use psychic power, let alone his father's huge and terrifying magical power. At this moment, in his mind, his father must have caused huge losses to the Imperial Guard.

He smelled a smell, the same smell as when he defeated the Feng family. He thought it was the favor of the Lord of Change to him, like the best red wine paired with the sweet steak he had never tasted, stimulating his dopamine and endorphins. He was almost addicted to this feeling and couldn't wait to expand the results again.

That's right, for him, the death of his biological father was the greatest honor in his life, that is, the great event of getting the agreement of the Engili Spaceport. Using conspiracy to get such an honor stimulated the innate pleasure of his demon blood, and it also explained why the demons of the gods had sexual pleasure and recognition for their routine responsibilities.

And he could feel that the Red Pirates were getting closer and closer. His castle manor controlled the defense system of the entire fortress. As long as he defended here, victory was within reach. Relying on the fortress as a geographical advantage and the Red Pirates as human harmony, he only needed a wonderful time to achieve complete victory.

So far, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, but soon he calmed down and arranged his servants to start planning. He wanted his fortress to be impregnable.

His greatest reliance has always been his rune warriors, and for this victory, he has gathered all the combat power of 20,000 people here. They are only loyal to him and have strong combat effectiveness. They rely on the teachings of the Lord of Change, so he is sure that this victory is destined to belong to him.

But he miscalculated, because the Lord of Change is the most unpredictable existence in the entire universe. The gift He gave to this lord is more about raising poisonous insects and realizing his own plans. However, for Him, Bandertar is also worthless.

In the dark night, a group of vehicles suddenly appeared. Those vehicles moving very fast on the ground belonged to Bandertar's special military forces. They were composed of Salamander reconnaissance tanks, sentinel mechas or Chimera armored vehicles, which were noble things that were vital to the hive lords.

Given the absolute control of the forge world of this star zone by Alanbair, the sources of those military vehicles were not clean. There was no lack of imperial guards on them that could be traced back to the apostasy era. Obviously, those things were part of the countless imperial weapons hidden in the warp.

No wonder some scholars privately joked that in the past ten thousand years, the fighting power of the Empire in the Subspace is even stronger than that of the dying Empire in the physical universe, because in addition to the renegade Space Marines, there are also many loyal Space Marines or strong-willed Imperial Guards, Imperial Navy, Imperial Organizations and Imperial equipment absorbed by the Subspace, which are sucked into the Subspace due to various accidents or situations.

It is also the uncertainty of time and space in the Subspace. For those people, a few days is equivalent to tens of millions of years in the external universe. So far, those equipment and individuals can cross thousands of years like time travel to the current Empire.

The Subspace is like a huge storage warehouse, burying the heroes and military forces of the Empire for tens of millions of years in its body, because it essentially does not have consciousness, and the vastness of the real universe also makes it dark under the lamp of the gods, unable to find those materials and individuals. So far, the Subspace may be more "safe" than the real universe.

Who started those vehicles? In the whistling sound and the roar of the engine, the soldiers with runes tattooed on their bodies appeared. They did not obey Bandettar's orders because they were not loyal.

From the previous war, it can be seen that these wild warriors are martial arts fanatics in some aspects, honor fanatics who are no less than the Space Marines, and they are also weirdos obsessed with war.

Those loyalties are only part of the role of soldiers. Now that the Imperial Guard is approaching, the powerful Space Marines and Skadi veterans are pulling the nerves of those warriors. At this moment, they drove their vehicles out in droves, leaving the lonely Bandettar indulging in his own world and not knowing it.

They came to wash away their shame after the only defeat of the Rune Warriors, that is, the cruel defeat of the warriors of the Destruction Eagles in the face of Astartes.

Secondly, they were born to love attacking and could not endure the long positional battles and tug-of-war. They were forced to gather and manage. The rune warriors who had turned against them had already prepared for this carnival...

The super warriors made by the formula of the Lord of Change have the temperament of another god. Isn't this his little willfulness?

On the other side, on the battlefield, to be precise, it is the place where the Imperial Guards just fought. In the industrial-grade heavy elevator, this messy battlefield is now only death and ashes. Most of those PDFs have fled. When the terrible wizard was burned to death, their twisted beliefs also collapsed completely.

The two cores of the arrogant, scheming Purple Hand that once actually threatened this star zone, the statue of Our Lady of Mercy and its bishop, have been dealt with by the Imperial Guard. This huge organization that relies on solid faith will soon collapse due to the problem of power distribution.

Just like what happened to most extreme power organizations after losing their core values ​​and leaders, this huge organization that maintained the darkness of the star zone for a thousand years was torn into dust by the Emperor's flames.

Indestructible? Huge and terrifying? In fact, the destruction of an organization is the simplest and most difficult in this world. As long as its doctrines exist, they will not be completely destroyed. If those things are gone, even the giants that cover the sky and the sun will dissipate.

Perhaps even the Lord of Change did not expect such a thing to happen inside the safest Engili Spaceport. He buried two chess pieces and deliberately made the two chess pieces far apart. It was just that the mortals and his servants' self-righteousness made its plan fail.

But for this universe, that matter is nothing. For this dark millennium, there are thousands and thousands of opportunities like Pangia in tens of thousands of years...

At the same time, for the Pangia sub-sector, especially the Skadi people, the days of war and suffering are over. The small industrial elevator has become a bloody meat grinder. Those bloody human bodies are lying there. There are comrades and more enemies. However, the Skadi Fourth Regiment still paid a lot.

Three thousand people, the death of a reinforced company, of which 1,500 are veterans of the Skadi Fourth Regiment, 1,000 are stormtroopers, and most of the rest are the supplementary companies of the Fourth Regiment, that is, those who were selected as the Skadi Fourth Infantry because of their excellent performance, the fillers of this honorary unit.

In other words, the recruits had no losses, while the veterans had three times as many deaths as those with worse skills and abilities. The stormtroopers also followed the chief of staff's plan, fighting in dispersed positions to attract firepower, while bearing unimaginable burdens of the Legion War, such as logistics shortages, being attacked from blind spots by the enemy, being more easily exhausted, and facing the evil Lord of Change.

Those heroes underwent pain and difficulties beyond the imagination of mortals, created powerful feats and achievements that mortals could not imagine, and now they are sleeping here, while their brothers and friends can only take their dog tags. Many of those who were directly attacked by psychic lightning have been vaporized with their dog tags. If they were not on the list and in the memories of their comrades, and there were no deserters in the Skadi Fourth Regiment, their existence would be blurred.

On this battlefield full of weird powers, the advice to hold the dog tags in your mouth has become useless. The flesh and blood body does not even exist here after the functional collapse, but directly vaporizes with his soul.

This is different. Death still leaves the body and flesh torn apart, but the spiritual energy is as if the whole person is suddenly wiped out, leaving only a trace of green smoke. Only the lucky ones can leave a leg or a broken wall.

The Turin shrine, which was temporarily built with military uniforms and sandbags, became a symbolic individual. Next to the dilapidated and simple thing stood the friend of the soldier before his death, and the only people who still remembered him. Such sandbags of different sizes stood in the trenches, just filling up the longest and largest defense line.

At this moment, even the Space Marines stopped to remember their mortal brothers. People living in this world must have feelings. Even the demigods have developed indelible emotions with the Skadi Fourth Regiment in the long years of fighting, anger, love, disgust, good and bad.

Such things are rare in the history of the Empire. It is common for Space Marines and Imperial Guards to fight side by side, but such intimacy is transformed into a fighting group, which is a great achievement that the mortal auxiliary army of the Great Expedition cannot achieve.

Being approved and recognized by supermen is both an honor and a curse. They must go to a battlefield that only supermen can adapt to in order to get such an honor. For mortals, isn't this a curse?

However, such a cruel price cannot erase the great victory of the Imperial Guard. This is a great victory, unique, and extraordinary honor. However, it does not prevent the lieutenant from picking up a bottle of Amset and gulping down this high-proof wine into his stomach, enjoying the confusion and burning of the esophagus.

He sat on a seat made of sandbags, looking up at the battlefield. This place is full of craters and death. The black ground and the coffins made of metal materials have become the last stop for many of Skadi's brothers.

He scattered half a bottle of wine, which was a very precious material on the battlefield, on the ground, letting the hot and humid wind in the hive city carry the liquid and splash it out. Firstly, it was because he could not drink too much to affect his thoughts, and secondly, he heard the boss say , the deceased can also taste the burning heat of the wine, making them feel the touch of their own lives.

"I don't recommend you to do this." The Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle walked into his sight from the side. The sword on this demigod's waist became sharper after killing the evil demon. He also brought He said this with a feeling of incomprehension.

"The spilled liquid can also be tasted by the deceased, that's what the boss said." the second lieutenant replied.

"Then let the liquid scatter further." The Master Chief waved his arms, and he became more proficient in using his psychic energy. Under the influence of weak telepathy, the wine turned into mist, spread far and wide, and then evaporated. Dissipated in the air.

said the ensign. "Thanks."

"If it makes you feel better." The Master Chief nodded.

The second lieutenant sighed and asked again. "How come you haven't seen you use the flames you used to kill demons before?"

the Master Chief replied. "That's not my ability. To be precise, I felt my own disaster when I was near the heretical object. I knew that I was no match for the enemy, but the Emperor found me, and my spiritual energy was connected with him, and At that moment, he told me how to kill the demon."

"Your Majesty the Emperor..." The second lieutenant had seen many miracles. It was difficult for him to describe how he felt now, but this could also explain why the Master Chief was belatedly attacking six hours after the war started.

But the Master Chief said. "Okay, let's keep moving forward. Our goal is not yet accomplished."

the lieutenant replied. "I am distributing stimulants, followed by a forced march and a raid. If nothing else happens, the local PDF has been completely defeated, and our victory is already certain."

The Master Chief looked into the distance and said. "No, the war has just begun..."