Chapter 350 Savage

The upper level of the Engili Spaceport has always been a place favored by nobles and wealthy businessmen. It has free air, sufficient light sources, clean public water sources, and the thin stream of fountains flows with the expensive disposable purified water of the Middle Nest, while the lower nest is coolant.

In fact, most people in the hive city are enjoying the recirculated water of the people here, that is, their sewers are connected to the water reservoir of billions of people in the Middle Nest.

When such class differences are separated by a solid physical space, the gap between the upper and lower levels is comparable to the towering Mount Everest on Terra, and the difficulty of climbing it is countless times higher than Mount Everest, no, hundreds and thousands of times higher.

And the admission ticket to settle here is determined when people are born. Those who are favored by the Emperor either have the blood of great men who have made great contributions to the Empire, or are born to be the descendants of wealthy captains and traders. Starting from scratch has become a fantasy at the end of this dark human civilization. The poor are destined to be poor, the rich are born rich, and the noble are born noble, which is the truth of the Empire.

But everything is inevitable but not inevitable. Only violence can break the high wall of violence. When the sound of gunfire appears in a tall and elegant manor, such inevitability has been broken by the bloody violence.

A magnificent family has lived here for a long time before the Feng family opened up here. They are the descendants of the power guild and manage several primitive controlled nuclear fusion generators. The source of power and the complicated operation manuals and maintenance guides that they recited from generation to generation, mixed with a lot of religious terms and complex artistic rituals, finally became the key to their eternal prosperity and wealth.

It's just that those old rules can't change their fate now. The fat and big-eared people, regardless of men and women, their faces, noble or not, all had their heads chopped off and stood in their complacent manor with piercing wooden spears.

And the monsters who created all these terrible realities are gathering around those bloody heads like ancient Vikings, rewarding the warriors with the fine wine in the wine cellar of their manor owner and the delicacies in the cellar.

Rune soldiers were not as afraid of the nobles as PDF was, and even retreated. They discriminated against and despised those lofty good-for-nothings, including Bandettar who never fought. For them, surrender was just a springboard for a fighting opportunity, but that stupid "master" did not understand this.

Of course, their obedience made that guy blind to his own personality charm. After all, these monsters were ruffians and bounty hunters at the beginning. Although they were the most brave and violent among them, they could survive in the almost perverted test, but this did not mean that they were stupid.

As long as they killed a few people, they could get weapons that could kill space warriors, which was comparable to the status of nobles. How could they not accept it happily? But now Bandettar was worthless, he could no longer provide more weapons, and the means of producing compatriots were completely mastered by these barbarians.

So far, they took off their military ranks, abandoned the honors given to them by mortals, and only let those blue weird symbols directly contact the air, using wine, blood, food, death, forging and comforting themselves.

Have they become weaker because of this? No, on the contrary, the monsters who obeyed him existed in the form of tribes. The 20,000-man army was divided into dozens of tribes of different sizes based on the standards of the former companies and regiments. The seemingly loose alliances made these monster soldiers with extraordinary combat effectiveness show combat effectiveness far beyond that of normal military organizations.

Specifically, the leaders held a meeting to determine the big goal, and then each tribe went to perform routine responsibilities. Such a plan was very stupid under the modern tactical system, but they were not human to be precise.

With strong individual capabilities and fighting will, they were more often something between special forces and twisted bloodthirsty lunatics. They could effectively organize tactical planning and could also fight together. From the perspective of efficiency, ironically, such tribal nature had surpassed the combat capability shown by the traditional system of the Imperial Guard under the premise of extremely high individual quality.

At this moment, the most powerful monsters who controlled the monsters were meeting in the reception room of this manor. Unlike the imagined frenzy, the standard imperial militarized strategic map and orderly seating arrangement were different.

If it weren't for the runes on their bodies, they would look essentially the same as the officers of the Empire. Given their actual combat experience, they might be smarter and stronger than most of the Imperial officers, but they have nothing to do with words like gentle, elegant, and civilized.

The commander of the First Company next to the strategy map, now the leader of the First Tribe, is marking the complex strategy map of the upper hive with a marker. "I think that in the next war, if we want to win, we can wait in the villa area, and then use minefields and multi-faceted attacks on the Imperial Guard, wipe out those enemies worth fighting in one go, and at the same time carry out our declaration to Bandertar."

He is not very old, but he has a capable temperament, blond hair, and the complex lines on his cheeks look much fuller than his other brothers, so that his expression is blurred, and only the swollen muscles on his body tell those who see him that this monster is not easy to mess with.

But the other leaders here were a little dissatisfied with his opinion, and this was mainly because they could not face the Imperial Guards in the best condition. Yes, they hoped that the enemy would fight them with sufficient supplies and better individual conditions, because the essence of this battle was not to win, but to confront.

Such morbid thoughts cannot be dissipated in the minds of these barbarians for a long time, but they are not stupid, and they have a way out even if they fail.

Because their asteroid fortress is almost independent, their strong individual strength and certain advance capabilities make most espionage methods, brainwashing, and coercion useless to this group of warriors.

Secondly, they are naturally rebellious and go their own way, which is what the people who created them expected.

Although it was Bandertal who personally created this group of things that he could not control in this sector, to be precise, they are part of the endless evil intentions of the Lord of Change.

Because the core of the Lord of Changes has always been to maintain interference in the Pangia sub-sector, Bandertal's existence is a stain on His plan. Everything has an "anti" side. How many achievements has Bandertar achieved now? The empire and the emperor pay so much attention to this place.

Rather than maintaining the clumsy rule of the stupid bastard Bandertal, his big demon and clone sculptures are his real goals, and these rune monsters are firstly to obliterate Bandertar's tombstone, and secondly, he is preparing A means to strengthen control over this star area.

It's just fate. Under the endless changes and the interference of the Emperor, as well as the strong willpower of the Imperial people and the variables of the hive world Skadi becoming a fortress world and the recruiting ground of the Eagle of Destruction, the mastery of the changes is difficult. God has also been transformed by change.

But he also succeeded, because the red pirates and this group of rune monsters were his real bottom line. No matter which one, they were extremely strong. Even if the emperor intervened, he would still hold on to the control of this sector.

In essence, the conflict here is the conflict between the Emperor and the Lord of Change. Judging from the spread of countless sentient beings in the mortal world, the entire sector is just one of the countless chessboards played by the two subspace powers. Such a game in Within the huge scope of millions of worlds in the entire empire, and in the huge time period of tens of thousands of years, it was reproduced and staged again and again.

A wise man will always make mistakes. The Lord of Changes did not expect that the soldiers he created after all his mechanisms would be so contradictory in his behavior. However, considering that he is not the only one among the gods, and if the four gods did not hinder each other, The Emperor would never be able to fight one against four and have a slight upper hand for ten thousand years.

And this matter is changing rapidly, and it is unknown how much effort the one on the brass throne has put into it.

At this point, the deputy leader of the first tribe took the opportunity to speak. Compared to his boss, he was not that big. To be precise, this brown-haired middle-aged man looked a bit thin. After all, the Rune Warriors' asteroid fortress was extremely small. There was little food and only high-calorie void creature meat. It was not easy to grow muscles under such circumstances.

But they are not famous for their strength. It can be said that most of the empire's powerful troops rarely place physical strength in too high a position. If it is not for the use of the empire's large-caliber and powerful weapons, there is also the overall endurance and Coordination, Space Marines may also become tall and thin.

The thin man spoke. "We should choose to attack the Imperial Guard after they take over this place, and the time will not be too long, so that the transport planes we arranged can leave, and the Imperial Navy starts away from the so-called war zone."

His words made most people agree. For them, the existence of Bandertar did not matter at all, and the showdown with the elite of the Imperial Guard, especially the Skadi and the Destruction Eagle Astartes, was in Those who worship force and violence have a certain proportion in their hearts.

At the same time, this plan also solved their retreat problem. If they started a war rashly, they probably wouldn't be able to evacuate here. They could only stick to it until the attack of the red pirates arrived. But if they follow the deputy leader's idea, they can attack during the attack. Do it immediately after finishing the Imperial Guard.

In an instant, the hearts of those warriors were filled with this plan, a plan that could satisfy their bloody desires and existence. At this point, the deputy leader looked at the leader of the first tribe with an expression like a successful hunter.

The blond leader spoke. "I don't agree. The Imperial Guard is not weak. We must fight against them with the goal of surviving in the void. I don't agree with Bandertal's passivity, but I also don't agree with blindly satisfying one's own desires."

"Behind us is not only ourselves, but also the being who gives us strength. Victory is more important than honor at this moment, isn't it?"

His words made many excited guys calm down. While they were cheering for their excitement as warriors, they were also responsible for the fate and responsibility given to them by the great Lord of Changes.

At this point, the old-school Second Tribe, Fourth Tribe, Fifth Tribe, and Ninth Tribe, a total of four former companies with about 8,000 people, believed that conservative tactics should be adopted to annihilate the enemy.

The third, sixth, seventh, and eighth companies with more aggressive attack styles became the core force supporting the deputy leader, and their numbers were very different from the old-school style warriors.

At this point, the first company, which is the strongest, most experienced, and has the smallest number of people, has once again become the bargaining chip on the cusp of the storm, the final bargaining chip on both sides of the scale.

Its leader put his palm on his comrade's shoulder and spoke earnestly. "Rodman, if you are not a perfidious person, I hope you will support me. Don't forget the help and shaping of the Lord of Change and Bandertal." His tone was full of disappointment and incomprehension. This and Why did his comrades who shared weal and woe split up against his comrades now?

"Klaue, you are just like when you were a bodyguard, stupid, slow, and at the mercy of others. You have absolute power now, but you still want someone to pay you, salary?" The deputy chief read the name of the man in front of him.

The thin man patted his shoulder, as if the palm on his shoulder was extremely disgusting.

"We are a group of lions, aloof greatness, hunters, and an existence beyond mortals, and you want to use the so-called responsibility, obligation, and fate to restrain our nature and erase our miracles."

"You are no longer my captain, you are just a dog tamed by Bandettar!"

The leader immediately retorted. "No, I am not, I am definitely not!" He is closest to the Lord of Change, his thoughts are the purest, and his choices are the most profitable, but he has become the target of public criticism at this moment.

After that demonized language, the tribes have been shaken, and at this moment, the deputy chief suddenly punched, very fast, and shouted. "Here's the evidence!"

It was like thunder and lightning, a gust of wind and rain, a quick step, a sudden punch at a distance of about two body lengths, so sudden and fast that the rune soldiers who were always sensitive and vigilant were caught off guard.

Even so, most people saw what happened, but the strongest and most experienced leader of the first company was beaten hard.

Bleeding from the tip of his nose, his head almost stopped. "What, me?"

The deputy leader spoke. "If I had fired a gun, or if there was a bayonet, you would have died. Admit it, you have become someone else's pet."

"Impossible, you!" His excuse pales in front of the blood on his nose. The matter is done, and his ability is degenerating...

So far, after the Imperial Guards completely occupied the city, the plan of attack was implemented. However, after the former leader of the company left in a state of dismay, the deputy leader who had gone against all odds, now the leader of the company, stroked the bright red mark on his neck, which was hidden under his military uniform. That infamous mark was the symbol of one of the gods known to people, the mark of Khorne.