Chapter 184 The Last Day of the World

Chapter 184 The First Moon of the World

The light flashed across the ground, standing like Atlas on the ground of the Forge World. When the eyes of the gods flashed across the barren land, the flesh and blood of the demon moistened the land he coveted.

Its huge body was collapsing, and the metal scales were constantly peeling off, and it died.

The triangular emblem also represented sacrifice, and the death of countless citizens of the Empire. The light spear pierced the heart of the evil dragon, and the ground turned into blood-red crystals. Normally, blood would not remain outside the light spear, and those colors were obviously not normal material composition.

Even so, the demon was still alive, but it was dead. The physical body collapsed, and the area lacking the subspace spirit could not maintain its spirit body. At first, he climbed back to the high ground with the will of the Forge Governor. His turbid old eyes looked at the hero of the Imperial Guard, just like when he went to greet him.

"How is it, are you having fun in Pan Lan, his guest..." His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows, and his turbid eyes were purple.

No one answered him, no one, he was a monster as tall as 20 meters, he was a twisted thing, a traitor, a heretic, a monster, a demon, a dragon, his pierced body began to fester, the flesh and blood gathered by the power of the warp slowly collapsed, like red mud soaking metal scales.

Dying alone, that would be the end of the world in countless deaths of pathetic things, the gods laughed, greedy for his soul, when he saw the faces of the gods of the warp in his turbid eyes, he realized that he was a puppet.

"Haha... Hahahaha!"

"Yes, I'm right, Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard... I know everything, I know everything!" He was a little crazy, because the azure Lord of Change was stretching out his huge legs and arms that covered the sky and the moon.

"Gods..." His collapse made his body unable to make a sound, the feeling of old age crawled back into his body, and his soul was captured by the Lord of Change. Struggling was useless. He was just a tiny spark, and the gods of the highest heaven were just like the Buddha who captured the Monkey King.

Pinch, grab, and seize. In the eyes of the spiritualists, the spiritual fluctuations of that moment were enough to drive them crazy, but in the eyes of mortals, that arrogant huge body was so broken.

His great achievements were useless, and his lifelong contribution to the empire was less than the sin brought by one tenth of betrayal.

The collapse, smoke, diffusion, death and failure, for the Imperial Guard, it was victory, victory, sweet victory.

"Did you win..." Ailanbaier looked at the constantly decaying things, and after falling to the ground, it squirmed and dissipated.

The taste of victory smells like... rotten meat. Those damn things finally dissipated at this moment, and the dark clouds that filled Pan Lan finally dispersed.

After completing another great feat, Alanbair lay tiredly in the truck. The first hydrogen bomb and the power of the untouchable of the triangle badge could no longer favor him, but...

The soldiers walked forward to clean up the remains of the God Calculation Tower. It is very likely that the things that came out of those messy wastes are not simple, such as... Scatlan robots. Four unconscious Scatlan robots lay in the debris of the empire.

Alanbair walked in the truck and ate canned food tiredly. "Give it to the sages for transformation, and then the command will be in their hands."

"Don't say it's unreasonable to use intelligent control robots. Now is a special era. Give the control to the Mechanicus girl in the regiment so that she can also join the battlefield."

"Don't underestimate her. She can also crawl out of the battlefield and even use her legs to break the orcs."

The huge dragon corpse was rotting in the tentacles that stretched out, and the Bordello was also saved. It was just parked in the low-Earth orbit and was dying because of excessive energy output. It should be able to start soon after simple damage control repairs.

The captain asked Alan Baier in the communicator with lingering fear. "I won, but I didn't expect that his heart just turned out. Emperor, he will live 20 years less with you!"

Alan Baier replied. "Why, if there is no him, then I will die directly. Then it will be a universe that is so crazy and so alive."

The staff took out his Tanner tea and drank it happily. "He's used to it. He's experienced more madness in those two years than in his entire life. I have to get used to it too, Captain."

That's right, war is like this. Dancing on the edge of a knife, dying without a burial place, struggling in blood, and living without all happiness, that's all.

The soldiers finished the cruel war, and the transport plane slowly landed. For the first time, Alan Baier felt that the thing was actually very warm.

They stepped into the transport plane. There was nothing to remember about the forging world. There were many enemies, and they needed to face more chaotic forces, that's all.

But without the forging governor, the will of that world was no longer stable. Those turbid mobs wanted to conquer that world. It was basically impossible. They only needed to shout softly, or even a volley of fire to make the traitors with a strong mouth kneel down and beg for mercy. Of course, those who treated them wrongly were slaughtered.

Because the traitors in most areas have occupied the main areas, tomorrow will be the last month of Panlan. In just half a month, the dry surface there has rained twice, and the dry world has rained twice.

Then in the last month of that world, the water composed of blood turned into the things that people once longed for in dry places, but no one would happily run to get the water, and no one would praise the emperor for the kindness he had wronged them. There are ruins and traces of bombing.

Pan Lai Te will die tomorrow, completely, quietly, and cruelly.

Died by the cruelty of war and the evil of traitors, when the world is completely dry, the only valuable things left are the factories established by the Eastern Mechanicus and the wisdom of its sages. But at this moment, nothing is left.

Although the sage ensured that they could pay the highest level of empire tax, everyone also knew that there was not much left in the value of Ruming Panlan, and rebuilding it would take a long time.

Some people may think that such a sacrifice is a shame, but compared to the Red Pirates who relied on heretical connections to settle in that world, they would become the hatred of the Imperial Guard.

Success alone has greater strategic significance, nothing more. In the constant shooting and killing, bathing in the scarlet rain, enjoying the quietness in the dry land of Panlan, the Imperial Guard is not a good person, they are not the Empire's Honor, not the troops of Imperial citizens.

From the beginning, Pan Lan’s residents did not have a high priority, so they would deny the factories and benefits of the main nest. Ruming’s factory was gone, and the Imperial Guard began to clean up and pack the initial weapons, plasma guns, and completed tanks. Heavy explosive bombs are priceless things.

Whether the two large groups of Skadi and Falaksia were the biggest beneficiaries, the losses were all borne by the Mechanicus, and Alan Bair quickly took away thousands of suicide servitors powered by medicine and four Dark Ages. The big red soldier.

He was very much the first Letling man in the world.

But the essence is that there is no difference between the Imperial Guard and the traitor governor. As far as the size is different, the religion is different, and maybe the residents of that world are wrong, a war is just a war.

Death means death, sacrifice means sacrifice, wrongdoing means nothing like the purest and simplest thing, survival and death, those who come from the living continue to bear the burden and move forward, the dust of the dead returns to dust, when the world is made of The bell resounded, and the small church, the only remaining place in the main nest, resounded 12 times to mourn the sage who led the victory.

Compared with the Imperial Guard, the Technical Director is the hero of that world. At least he pulled the less than a few hundred million people left in that world from death. In the empty hive city, the artificial red flower erected for him was held up. , sprinkle and sing.

The Imperial Guard did not come, and Alan Bair knew that he could not disturb the mourning, so he let the Letling boy perform his culinary stunts.

The aroma of the meatballs simmering in the pot made Skadi's soldiers particularly concerned about whether the careless stuffed guy had boiled his smelly daily necessities.

The second lieutenant didn't dislike it very much and tasted it with an iron spoon. "Parsley, chopped lilies, tomatoes, a pinch of salt."

"Very good food, sir." He inserted the meatballs, like an elegant gourmet tasting Michelin, but his plate was not scrap metal picked up from a factory, the spoon was not dumped from a resident's home, and the Wrightsman was not a chef. , he said cursingly.

"It's just meatballs made from pureed luncheon meat and mixed with soybean powder, cooked with military nutrients and civilian seasonings. Don't look for it, there are no shoes!"

Alan Bayer picked up the meatballs and wiped the hot juice with his thigh fingers. "Vitamin C adds freshness and soybean protein redness increases taste. It can maintain nutritional intake and sufficient amount, and it is in line with military dining standards."

He also noticed that the soldiers held their noses while eating and left the chef to eat. Although he had explained to the older boys what untouchables were, he also told the recruits from Letling that everyone could accept the smell. The smelly guy has actually taken a shower many times.

But when it comes to eating, I still feel "excluded" involuntarily, and I feel like I'm scolding the cook after eating.

The military camp of the Portskadi people is still lively and warm. After all, the red pirates will probably come at the end of that month. There won’t be too many good months, even though there are a lot of lively people, banging pots and pans. Fighting, the fragrance is overflowing and bustling, the mouth is not stopping, shoes and armor, guns and friendship, gather here.

Crack, click, the metal of the machine creaked. Could it be that someone was approaching the Imperial Guard camp? The suspended skulls only sounded the alarm. The Skadi picked up their guns and were wary of uninvited guests disturbing their dinner. They had just experienced the battle with the servitors. In the war, who knows who is coming?

Buzzing, buzzing, the communication request for the thick adamantine gate at the entrance of the camp was activated, but there was no announcement from the Imperial Guard or the Commander-in-Chief. The Imperial Guard did not answer, and just waited, falling into silence until the slightly familiar mechanical sound. explain. "No to him."

"The Forge Governor, your partner."

Alan Bayer walked to the communicator and said. "Tōji will report first, and I won't attend the teacher's funeral?"

replied the Governor. "It doesn't matter to them whether they live or die. The teacher's wisdom and knowledge have been inherited from him..."

Alan Bayer opened the camp's gate communication equipment and saw the indifferent Yong Xuan inside the holographic instrument. "But I'm still sad, aren't I?"

The governor took care of his red robe. "His controller is slightly disabled, just a remnant of the war."

Alan Bayer saw that he was a bit "arrogant" and pointed out something. "What do I ask for?"

he answered. "He needs a batch of weapons. Because of the rebellion, the world has not been able to possess a large number of firearms for a long time. It's just that laser guns are difficult to control, and many merchants are not gentle in the trade between galaxies."

"And he can reach the position of Ru Ming thanks to the help of the Imperial Guard. He needs an alliance to stabilize Pan Lan's heart. It must be strong enough."

Alan Bair rubbed Dongba. "Then the extra 10% of the output he needs from Pan Lan Jiedong will belong to them."

Ten percent, 10% of a world is a lot. Although the output of the forging world is extremely profitable, it is not the lifeblood of that world. They do not have many minerals and food is in short supply. They rely on countless forgings for everything. Materials are exported and exchanged with other worlds.

Ten percent is equivalent to the Mechanicum needing to give up a lot of its own interests, so the Sage Governor has to hesitate, even if the Skadi people are very powerful, hiring such bodyguards will be too extravagant.

Again and again, the sage speaks. "If you could station a thousand veterans as instructors..."

Alan Bayer said. "Veteran? No, because he just asked, no one in his regiment wants to withdraw from the battle. The alliance he mentioned is between me and Gundwa VI. In the future, Pan Lan and Gundwa VI will form a joint business alliance."

The wise man hesitates. "That doesn't mean..."

Alan Bair nodded. "I will be at a disadvantage now, but Gundwa VI will use its power and location at the core of the sector to continuously provide me with supplies and equipment, allowing us to recover as quickly as possible, or even better."

Several thoughts kept echoing in the sage's mind. "Yes, yes, the pros outweigh the cons, and it's even better in the long run."

Fate is not like that. In the beginning, Alan Bair was a guest and was summoned, but as it turned out, the Imperial Guard became a master. The power was reversed in a moment. The governor could not blame the hero who saved them, but he could be insulted in front of him. Good deeds done on behalf of the heretical governor.

That means that Pan Lan loses his independence, and it also means that the control of the Mechanicus will weaken. But as the governor, he must agree to that request.

"He agreed to that matter in the name of the Governor of the Forge World. Please inform the commander of Gundvar VI..."

Alan Beyer took a sip of coffee. "Okay, he's sending a message right now, waiting to be rescued."

Whether it seems to be helping, whether it is actually colonizing, whether Gondwa VI, as the core supply point, is the basis for the Ming Imperial Guard to be independent of the Ministry of Military Affairs, or whether it is the tireless supply of this star system that allows the war to continue.

Now that Pan Lan joins that big family, the power it provides will definitely be better than paying the 11 taxes diligently. Moreover, Pan Lan's initiative to bear the full level of taxes because of her sins will also delay her recovery. Is such an arrangement the best option? OK

Alan Bayer hung up the communicator and continued to taste his dinner, as if he was cutting up the world and eating her flesh and blood.