Chapter 355: The Great Demon Relic

In Bandertal's manor hall, this magnificent place was once filled with all kinds of noble things that mortals could not understand. At this moment, a large number of energy pipelines and heavy communication equipment are arranged here. It is also at this moment that Skadi's fourth The infantry regiment finally gained the ability to communicate with the fleet.

This was also due to the fact that the rune soldiers did not remove the heavy crystal generator from the armory, and the ensign used the heavy backpack of the signal trooper and the equipment on the Chimera command armored vehicle to send out an approaching signal, allowing the Imperial Navy to approach the fortress.

After many difficulties, this crazy and busy night finally came to an end. The second lieutenant's eyes were already heavy. Caffeine and stimulants made him reluctant to work mechanically. He wanted to finish this strategic communication and then try to rest for a while. time.

The officer followed the section of the Imperial Infantry Manual on how to deal with temporary reactions to stimulant overdose, using rhythmic techniques and a small amount of electrified wires to stimulate his bare chest, loosen the muscles, and try to avoid the possibility of subsequent heart disease. Soldiers on the battlefield probably do not enjoy this "service".

The hot electricity made the ensign grit his teeth, while he drank the bitter Reka coffee and called through the heavy communicator.

After confirming the call, the voice of Commander-in-Chief Alan Bayer came. "Inform the ground troops, the signal is smooth, the Destruction Eagle Chapter has returned to the team, the relic storage work went smoothly, the Emperor bless you, boy, you did a good job."

"I have read the intelligence documents on the ground. The situation of those freak soldiers is very difficult. The Eagles of Destruction have descended and are expected to reach your area in 50 hours... They have brought supplies and weapons in order to arrive as soon as possible. , only sixty space warriors went, of course there were company captains and sergeants, as well as technical sergeants who maintained related equipment. However, due to transportation problems, the two Dreadnoughts could only be on standby. "

The ensign replied weakly. "That's enough, boss. Let's hold on. At least, no one can take the position from us before the light of the star torch goes out! The Catachans have obtained the enemy's plan. I have arranged the array according to the enemy's surprise. Alright team."

Alan Bayer's hoarse voice asked again on the radio. "Then have you explored the second option? What if your intelligence is a bait? You must prepare for a second change of tactics at any time and at any time. I understand that time is tight and the soldiers have no energy, but the officers need to be aware of the personal situation. Something about that.”

"Although war is more about adapting to circumstances, we must do well where we can." His tone was a bit like an elder's preaching to the young, and it also had the arrogance of a superior officer, but the second lieutenant knew that he was qualified.

The ensign could only answer. "Of course, it's foolproof."

"Then you go to rest, my order, you sound like a dying person, don't waste time, go to rest quickly, and then prepare for another war, this cruel world is like this, constantly repeating this cycle." Aylan Bayer replied a little helplessly. He was powerless to change the status quo, and it was difficult to immediately help the brothers who were actually fighting.

At this point, the ensign replied. "yes!"

On the other side, the man who had obtained the right to command the Rune Warriors, the newly promoted leader of the First Tribe, did not prepare for war after hastily imprisoning the original leader. Instead, he sat in a truck and walked towards the camp.

Contrary to what most people imagined, this group of crazy people had no interest in ordinary people at the lower levels. Even a few once kind-hearted soldiers relied on their right to speak to persuade their comrades to take civilians out of the fighting area. This truck had just left the industrial elevator.

However, the new leader Rodman just rubbed the hidden symbol on his neck, while sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, tightly holding a bag of ordinary ashes.

He was not a kind person, but for the first time he agreed to allow soldiers to transport civilians out of the war zone. His goal was to get what he wanted even if he wasted time and preparation time in battle, that is, the powder in the bag in his hand.

The Imperial Guard cleans the battlefield as cleanly as jackals and tigers and leopards gnaw at corpses, especially the ashes and remains of the Great Demon, but no matter how clean those things are, they cannot be completely dissipated. With the help of their advance ability and the one on the Brass Throne, He found powder floating in the elevator, where the battlefield had been.

Most of them were burned from the corpses of mortals who had been infected and mutated by the Great Demonic Spirit. This approximately 20 grams of remains, less than the spices in a pepper pot in a restaurant, could change the fate of this sector.

He carefully put those things into an exquisite, sealed cowhide bag. This relic was engraved with many strange symbols, and it seemed to have the effect of suppressing spiritual energy, so that it could store the remains of the great demon that were extremely easy to dissipate in the material world. .

But when the crew arrived at the camp, he saw that the compatriots who were preparing for military preparations were at war with each other. In the early morning when the artificial light had just risen, in this rare and good place, in the palace of the nobles, their dissatisfaction and disunity were obviously not there. normal.

Secondly, the war is ahead, but at this moment, today, this moment, they have to unite!

He stepped into the palace, and the people became quiet. The former company of the third tribe cursed. "He's someone who can make sense!"

"Look, look, the recruits of Company 8 threw the strategic map to the enemy. Now we can't attack, and it's even more uncomfortable to defend. The Imperial Guard has grasped our core motivations, and our planned assault plan is half the result with twice the result!"

But Rodman, the leader of the First Tribe, scolded the man. "We are no longer dogs! People from the third tribe, watch your words!"

The runes on his neck glowed faintly red. His furious emotions and the thoughts involved in this incident made him resonate with the highly corrupted body in the subspace. At this moment, people saw that his skin turned redder and his teeth became sharper. However, for this group of monsters, mutated bodies were commonplace.

The captain of the third tribe wilted, but the leader of the eighth tribe who lost the strategic map took a step forward. "My child lost something. Although he was killed, according to the Legion Law, I am also guilty. Punish me!"

Now Rodman has calmed down. He rubbed his stinging neck and said. "We are not one. Now we are each doing our own thing. I have no right to punish you, but you can make up for your mistakes. I require that in the next sprint and encirclement, your troops will conduct surprise attacks and maneuvers, walk several kilometers more than others, go around the northern gate of the Imperial Guard, and destroy their defenses."

The captain of the third tribe spoke. "Then we are not..."

"Yes, bait, but the responsibility belongs to the 8th Company. It is reasonable to let them do this, isn't it?" Rodman asked.

"You want to give this loser a chance? He just got into trouble!" The captain of the third tribe was a little dissatisfied, but he also understood that this was a sure death. They needed to pass through a city area that was proven to be under enemy surveillance, and they lacked heavy firepower and could not bomb there.

Even for this group of rune freaks, that place was still extremely dangerous. The existence of Catachan was like a sword of Damocles hanging there. The 8th Company had already suffered losses, so his dissatisfaction was more about letting them take responsibilities that they could not be responsible for.

But the leader of the 8th tribe spoke immediately. "No, there will not be a second failure. If we fail, all of our 600 brothers in this area can die!" He was a little crazy and had been kidnapped by the so-called honor.

Rodman nodded. "In half an hour, the general attack will begin. Go and prove your words, brother..." But there was no approval in his eyes, but a touch of complexity and bright cunning...

How those barbarians planned the battle had nothing to do with the Imperial Guard. During the chief commander's rest time, the chief of staff of Zhongsi Academy took over the command work. After deploying the array in the southwest trench, he sent people to reinforce part of the external defense array.

Several heavy bombs were guarding this place tightly. If the enemy wanted to bypass this area, they would need to go around the southwest camp from the surprise attack to the outside. At the same time, Catachan and stormtroopers had already ambushed traps and defense arrays in the city. At every corner and pass, alley at the end of the street and houses, they were their eyes and soldiers.

This was very smart and also very headache-inducing, but war was all-out. The chief of staff stroked his modified palm. The graduates of the Imperial Zhongsi Academy who came to his special position basically modified this right hand to help them shoot... to kill the cowards who fled because of fear.

He was glad that he no longer had to fire bullets at his comrades' heads. He also thought of the countless loyal descendants of the Empire who were openly using fear to increase morale. However, in an Empire with much more despair than hope, he had no ability to change this situation.

The report from the lieutenant Pan Lan brought his thoughts back to reality. This young man was already in an extraordinary position. Although he was an adjutant, he was higher than many veterans. However, he could not go any further. After all, no matter how open-minded the Skadi Infantry Regiment was, it could not completely accommodate a young and rapidly improving person from another world.

He felt the same way as the young man, but this legion that treated everyone equally tried to make them feel less excluded. So far, the chief of staff had a lot of good feelings for the young man.

The young man spoke. "The enemy has been discovered by the reconnaissance team and is approaching. There are about 7,000 people. They are already close to the firing range. The battle will start in a few minutes."

The chief of staff nodded. "What about Catachan?"

The lieutenant replied. "We found a company-sized enemy preparing to go around, and we have successfully blocked them. The enemy is almost wiped out. Only a few people reached the northern defense line and were annihilated by a small number of defenders."

"No surprise..." The chief of staff closed his eyes to rest. His condition was not much better than most officers. He seemed relaxed more because of his willpower and resistance to stimulants. You should know that in the training of Zhongsi Academy, forced drug intake is a compulsory course.

And just half an hour later, he heard the answer again. "The enemy retreated... They did not invade, but left after interfering with the border. It seems that they have no strategic goals."

"Cover, provide tactical cover for the company that went to the weakly defended northern troops, but they did not expect to be annihilated so quickly." The chief of staff replied.

"Let Catachan and the Storm Heirs collect the weapons and equipment and bring them back to the camp. If nothing unexpected happens, we have already held the camp on the first day..."

It came very quickly, and failed quickly. In other words, the rune warriors didn't want the Eighth Tribe to survive, and this death was not a sacrifice. The leader of the First Tribe took his soldiers and brought the bodies of the dead brothers home from the streets where there might still be enemies.

This move greatly moved the other comrades, not only the dog tags, but also their bodies as humans. However, this matter was planned by Rodman from the beginning. He took most of the remains into the second floor of the noble palace, which was completely closed and only illuminated by candles.

And drew the Khorne runes with blood and bones, and then covered the platform with the skin full of blue runes.

The rough sewing connects those things, and the flesh and blood will not be wasted, used as sacrifices. Here, there are eight hundred sacrifices and souls that are completely soaked in spiritual energy, full of pain and despair, plus a trace of the most special great demon in this world.

The flickering candlelight and Rodman's pious crawling appearance appear like flickers in this hall with the intensity of the light.

Sometimes praying, sometimes singing, crawling and worshiping, the skeleton is the platform, the skin is paper, the blood is the dye, the flesh and blood is the sacrifice, the soul is the gift, and the brothers who are like blood relatives are completely regarded as other things. Rodman's palms are already stained with blood.

And their heads were buried. Although they are just empty shells, they can also stabilize people's hearts. Only he, Rodman, left one head. He raised the head of that stupid man. That was the captain of the eighth company, the head of the poor man who took his brothers to death with stupid actions.

He muttered. "Good brother, good brother, if you were not reckless and stupid, and were not bewitched by my psychic power, this plan would have to be delayed..." He stroked and held the head, then suddenly crushed it hard, and the "sauce" in the head flowed out and poured on the "feast" made of great demon powder and corpse flesh and blood.

In the invisible fluctuations, holding a serrated long sword, a scarlet human skin shield, and a red goat-hoofed long-horned monster stepped out of the rune array. He had a long black cloak and eyes like demon goat pupils.

He is the skull-taker, the immortal champion of Khorne, and the greatest existence among all blood believers. When looking for valuable skulls for his master, he will scan his enemies until he finds the most powerful enemy, roaring and challenging him, and then another strong man falls.

His legend is spread all over the universe, and the appearance of demons in human history is also born from his existence. He looked at the soldier and spoke. "My Lord invites you to the eternal battlefield."

Rodman nodded devoutly. "I am happy to serve you. When your army arrives, we will flatten the Pangea sub-sector!"

The portal is now constantly spitting out monsters, one by one, bloodletters, terrible skull cannons, or demon vanguards, which are about to flatten this place.