Chapter 154 Heretics and Aliens, Skadi's Enemies.

The Emperor probably really blessed that star region. When the isolation brought by the storm of the warp became clearer and clearer in the exploration of the wandering traders, humans had opened up countless roads in the surrounding star systems, but the Skadi soon got the news that the situation in most of the imperial worlds they explored was still not optimistic.

The Tau did not rely on the travel of the warp, so their expeditionary forces were everywhere in the Ultramarine. Those crazy people who worshipped the Way of the Good attacked their Proxima star system. The plunder of the Eldar and the Greenskins made the situation worse, but their scale and threat were no less than the Red Corsairs.

Half a year after the terrible war in Panlan stabilized, most of the roads outside the Gondva sub-system had been opened. After the continuous sub-space storm, the mess could be seen in the star language alone.

The entire Gondva sub-sector was surrounded by aliens and pirates. Traitors or other twisted things made that peaceful place worse, and the Red Corsairs were using the Pangea sub-sector as a springboard to invade the Gondva sub-sector.

The two sub-sectors of Pangia and Gondeva are almost like brothers who are in the same boat. In terms of defense, the Red Corsairs were delayed by the warp storm, otherwise they would not have sent a small number of troops in just half a year, because even for Chaos traitors, it would be dangerous to cross the uncertain warp.

However, the military departments of the two sub-sectors of Gondeva and Pangia have been completely paralyzed. The Astra Militarum of Pangia has been completely wiped out, and the Gondeva has mutinied because of its long-term independence, which means that their bases were seized by those who kowtowed to the Red Corsairs.

Now, it seems that although the warp has prevented the whole bad situation from being completely irreversible, it is still slowly bringing the balance of victory closer to Chaos.

Fate is cruel to those destroyers, but the Imperials will not surrender. The Mechanicus and the Imperial Guard have completely blocked the Forge World. The city where Pangia is located has completely bound the invading forces of the Red Corsairs. The entire huge nest has become a cage, consuming the vitality of those traitors.

The great deeds of the Skadi Regiment, the victory of Vice Admiral Makato of the Pangea Subsector in the void, and the almost completely stopped Ark of Bad Omen were the few honors and victories of the loyalists of the Empire during that period.

In the praise and admiration of the Rogue Trader, he held a special license to roam in dozens of worlds, providing countless supplies for the Skadi Regiment and support for the loyalists of the Empire. Although it seemed insignificant compared to the overall war situation, a year later, the Imperial Guard miraculously rebuilt the military affairs department system in Gondvar VI.

During this period, Alanbair wrote several applications for rewards for the Rogue Trader, such as related honors and badges, but the new temporary military affairs department did not decide to use throne coins for rewards at first because of the Rogue Trader's request.

Later, the merchant used that incident as a bargaining chip to upgrade his weapons in the Forge World. To be honest, the best transformation of civilian ships was not as good as the entry-level warships of the Empire, but he got weapons comparable to destroyers.

At that time, Alan Baier had joked that he might be his "fellow countryman" or an Imperial or human from another time or another era who came from the warp. Otherwise, why was his experience so powerful? His actions also showed a strong sensitivity to the situation, which was different from the slowness of the Imperials.

But he must have thought too much. The Empire's attitude towards those wanderers has always been ambiguous, and those who hold trade licenses are also shrewd. Although people like him are indeed special, it is not impossible for a few geniuses to be born among the trillions of people in the vast Empire.

And he was so concerned about the merchant because he drank good coffee, which felt like a long drought and a sweet rain. Only at this moment could he understand how Kane felt after leaving Tanner Tea.

This was the grace of rebirth, and he had already repaid it. When Alanbair's "thin face" hit the new military department, the military department composed of only new soldiers (the veterans had almost died due to heavy losses) realized that a colonel-level officer was equivalent to a lord general outside the star zone, not to mention that the newcomer was as heavyweight as Lieutenant Colonel Skadi.

The entire military department that day was processing the application. Even if it was delayed due to the subspace transmission, it only took a month. (It was already very fast for the military department, and it was understandable considering that it was a newly formed department.)

But such things didn't matter to Alanbair at all. In his eyes, he would never give up those damn traitors and greenskins. He was still himself and never changed. He would be on the front line, enjoying privileges and glory. No, no, no honor, no, no approval, just to let his "family" continue.

Skadi, he is one of the few who loves cruelty and is a human being. She still needs to fight, and as a parent, Alanbair cuts through the thorns for her and lays a solid foundation for her, so that she can show her strength and be gathered by the stars.

Although Skadi has perished, it has become the most proud pearl of the emperor. Its shining light prevents traitors from invading the few quiet places, and prolongs the life of the huge empire with blood and killing, war and death.

Alanbair has also thought that if the war is over, he wants to become a lawyer, because he still cares about those nobles, and his experience will make the most timid people dare not touch him. He wants to devote his life to the few justice and fairness, just like what he is doing now.

Once he wanted to be a great general, or a man as powerful as the Sun Lord, but now he just wanted to enjoy the victory he brought. Heretics and aliens would always hinder his path. Those things that make people resentful are so disgusting.

"Ah~"

The staff officer came out of the state of processing various intelligence at this moment, and he suddenly said. "That sigh is full of the meaning of wanting to quit."

Alan Baier said bluntly. "They have been entangled with the heretics for too long. Those bastards are constantly attacking their weak defenses to leave the city to plunder supplies. He still doesn't know what they are guarding. He doesn't know whether the commander will leave, but he can probably guess."

The staff officer and Alan Baier said in unison. "Start the witchcraft device." They have a tacit understanding, and they also know how difficult it is to make countless imperial engines suddenly lose their measurable things. As long as the witchcraft exists, the Skadi people will not be at ease, and the armored regiment will become a burden.

Alan Baier couldn't help but sigh. "If those heretics can suddenly disappear, how beautiful the universe will be."

The staff officer replied. "Absolutely not. Those things will never stay quiet for too long. It's been a year. He feels that they are still ready to move."

Alanbair looked at the damn sky that was unique to the gray Mechanicus's forge world. He couldn't help but miss his second home. Anyway, compared to that terrible place, it was heaven, and he didn't expect that he would be stationed there for so long.

"War is like a curse that entangles them. The one-eyed, the red pirates, the Hurons, and other evils permeate the terrible void. Staff, he is very happy to meet me, just to prevent him from sacrificing that day. He wanted to tell me about that thing in advance, actually."

The staff suddenly shouted. "Ah, Emperor~ Remember? It's called foreshadowing or something."

Alanbair choked. "Yes, that's right, but fate is not..."

The staff replied. "No, he won't allow me to do anything unlucky. That universe and that star region need you. No one else can do it except me. They must win and seize the opportunity, just like I boasted to him about the East Sea in the Blue Bay Tavern."

Alan Baier smiled. "Yes, he must seize the opportunity."

The situation is getting better. The power of the Imperial Guard is gradually growing. One day, the power of the loyalists will be able to eradicate the heretics there. When the Red Pirates flee, those victories will be like sweet wine kissing the cheeks and throats of the Imperial soldiers. Before that, the Imperial Guard will never miss the thorns in the eyes and flesh of those traitors.

The heavy knocking sound in the gray command room, before running out of ammunition and food, Vengar looked at the promethium lamp that could no longer be bright. It was hard to imagine that famine had hit them. After a year of being completely blocked from supplies, they relied on countless terrible acts to support them until dawn.

But the chance of victory was slipping away bit by bit. If the Imperial Guards were not afraid of the Merovingian who could no longer be activated, Vengar probably knew that he would die.

His potion had been consumed, and those foods were the rarest things. His war brothers were good, but there were only a few mortals left, and his thirst for blood was getting worse.

He now felt that he was wrong not to kill Valtex. If it weren't for the blacksmith's diligent work in the past year, as a logistics plan, their collapse would be faster.

The gods might have abandoned them... and at this moment, the few resources in the base were all used in the communicator. Vengar was looking forward to the support of the Red Pirates, but he had to admit one thing. An expedition could take decades, and Huron's attention to other star regions might not go away for a while.

Chaos Space Marines are not just about fighting. Huron needs to integrate forces, adjust the newly joined war brothers, and control the aliens and mortal legions under their control.

That large-scale mobilization would all pass through Huron's eyes. For Vengar, if he expected the help of the Red Corsairs, then the Chaos brothers in that world would probably have been extinguished by the Imperial Guard.

At first, the feeling of powerlessness echoed in his mind. Didn't the Skadi win before?

The protection of the Chaos Gods was not as strong as the power of the Skadi. His destruction and revenge looked like a child's joke. The Skadi easily stepped over those burdens and walked towards him.

Vengar's mind began to be confused, but he immediately suppressed his emotions. When Vengar's emotions stabilized, he suddenly laughed. "Hahaha, hahaha... Skadi, Skadi!"

He laughed at himself being forced to death by mortals, he laughed at himself being powerless, and he also laughed at himself for having nothing and no friends. At this moment, he was very much in the battle group and was hugged by his comrades on both sides. The moon of fighting each other flashed through his mind. He once had everything, but because of the pursuit of the so-called truth, he gave up his honor and was expelled from the fortress monastery that once accepted him.

When he really felt desperate, he looked at the Chaos Mark on his armor. In those twisted and chaotic realities, he had everything at the moment, but he had nothing.

If the Chaos Gods really liked him, they should give him more chances, instead of...

Zizizizi, Zizizizi, the noise and chaotic sounds roared, and he immediately alerted himself and approached the communicator. The person who called the radio was a member of the Red Pirates. There was no doubt that Vengar had encountered the support he had been waiting for for a long time.

Things like making a call are usually done by mortal servants, but now that most mortals are dead, Vengar can speak for himself for the first time. "Red Corsair Vanguard, Commander Vengar."

He expected the person to answer him and his master Huron, but the voice that answered him was a rough voice. "I, One-Eye, I can call me Old One-Eye, Spiked Can (a cruel name for Orcs to Chaos Space Marines)."

"Alien?" Vengar's tone suddenly became worse. Even if they were traitors who stepped into Chaos, humans still liked aliens because they recognized that they were the most perfect existence in the galaxy. Unlike the ruthless relationship between humans and aliens in the ancient Terra era, the galaxy was more complex and crowded with life than humans imagined.

The mystery and worship of the past faded away. Aliens were just disgusting things to the humans today, whether they were empires or traitors.

"He knows me. I am the defeated general of Alanbair."

The one-eyed man answered. "I know myself, and I am also a defeated general."

"I must admit that neither of us can handle that guy."

Wiengar was in a very bad mood, so he asked. "How did I get the information on that channel?"

The One-Eye was on his spaceship at the moment. The subspace channel that was opened during that time made his pirate business more prosperous, but it concealed his existence. For example, the orc spaceships of the day were built into the slender appearance of the Eldar. Looking at it roughly in the void, they were really no different.

The One-Eye held a Chaos mortal in his hand. The Ark of Evil Omen was surrounded by the Imperial Navy, and the Chaos traitors and deserters stationed there were everywhere. The Red Pirates were torn apart, and the long-distance radio channel had not changed.

The One-Eye simply gave the kid the chemical that could make people tell the truth.

But the One-Eye did not answer Vengar's question, but answered calmly, as always. "I can provide me with resources. I know I applied to my troops many times during that time."

"I can break through the Imperial Guard's defenses and come to me with enough supplies and a really awesome generator, and I just need to kill those shrimps in front of me."

Wiengar looked at his troops. The Chaos Space Marines also began to show signs of change due to insufficient supplies. Their ability to endure for a year was beyond Vengar's imagination.

He answered. "He agreed to my request, alien."