Chapter 351 The End of Madness

Midnight, quiet, dark, suffocating. Even though the Lumen Tower was dutifully in a trance, the sentries took turns to be vigilant, and the sentries had reached an unprecedented density. The local Ministry of Justice even set up a group of heavily armed bailiffs to face those "extremely evil" of the Imperial Guard.

And such a strong place is Bandar's manor, to be precise, his huge group of manors, which are the actual holders of most of the military, people's livelihood, honor and most of the power you can imagine in this area. location.

This is his palace, a place that uses dense living areas and favorable conditions to maintain people's hearts. Here, the most ordinary baker can get a huge sum of eighty throne coins a month. Here, prices are already comparable to Holy Terra, most of the residents here don't need to spend a penny, even food, water, and electricity are free.

The price of such extreme rights and complete free is extreme waste, extreme violence, and domineering. They are born above the people and isolated from the lower class.

But when was the last time the dignitaries who came to the nest smelled the smell of burning? They could no longer remember clearly. In those luxurious gardens, buildings, and monuments, the great things that recorded their family's honor were destroyed by the Imperial Guard. That is, the imperial hammer smashed it to pieces with malicious intent.

The veterans loaded their weapons, watched as the buckle automatically locked the battery, making a clicking sound, and then opened fire towards the interior of Bandertal's huge manor, the palace living area composed of about 120 noble families.

At this moment, the advance troops of the Imperial Guard broke into this place. This elite tactical team consisted of a thousand people. Their goal was to create enough chaos and provide the large forces with tactical support to attract the enemy's attention, that is, the death squads. So far, what they have done Things are absolutely cruel, and their weapons and ammunition are absolutely sufficient.

But no one thought they could survive for long, not even the general ground commander who appointed them and recognized their strength and loyalty, Mr. Second Lieutenant of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment.

In the Empire, having to send loyal Guard soldiers into an irreparable and desperate situation is regarded as an irreparable act of shame, but the Imperial Guard has no choice. Victory is accompanied by death, success comes with sacrifice, they complement each other, and death is inevitable. leave.

They have become abandoned sons. It has nothing to do with honor or death. They are voluntary. In order to let the brothers who live and die together survive, they are willing to give up their own will and body. In order to win, they engage in burning, killing, looting, and attracting firepower. An act of desperation.

When the veteran put the promethium burner on, the inferno incendiary gun was preheating. The promethium canister was very heavy and dangerous. As long as a bullet was embedded, the explosion would turn the holder into a ball of flames. At the same time, he must Only when you are deep among the enemy can you use your full abilities.

In this narrow manor area, the range of people's encounters is actually only 50 meters. The jet can be used completely, and this weapon has a very good effect on the enemy fortresses and bunkers built at the end of the street. Just like the old saying, sacrifice The risk is worth it, and this weapon has another ability, which is to burn civilians and those beautiful gardens.

Now they have burned three or four palaces. Those three- and four-story villas are built with black marble. The nobles inside have fat heads and big ears. Their flowers and plants are even more beautiful. The moisture and oil are crackling during the burning. Paired with screams and despair.

Among the charred remains of biological tissue, those white bones prove that those people have not been corrupted. Is such killing really worth it? Relatively innocent nobles are slaughtered in order to attract enemies, but the Imperial Guard has no choice. No one likes to dye Bloody, no, even in this cruel era.

The sky-high fire burned the night brightly, and death and screams were more effective than the best communicator. Those running around were complicating the situation, but the main force of the Imperial Guard did not see the expected large force for a long time. Operation at scale…

The second lieutenant was crawling inside the bunker that the Catachans had cleared. This bunker was a beautiful four-story manor, and the cleanup referred to a silent assassination. At this point, this man could barely see Bandertal from the commanding heights. The location of the manor also fell into the hands of the Imperial Guard.

In the long-distance telescope that can be selected in infrared mode, the second lieutenant saw a silent palace surrounded by guards. He could not understand why the king here would watch his subjects being burned by hell-like flames without moving.

"Doesn't he have honor? Or is his life more important than the so-called territory?" The second lieutenant could no longer see through the situation. He was playing with the beautiful clay pots that the owner of the house liked most during his lifetime, and he was completely unable to understand the current situation.

"They can't attack, is there a possibility?" Master Chief Catachan asked. This veteran who had been fighting for many years was sensitive to the fact that something was wrong with the situation.

"But I can't bet, so what if they just hide themselves, the Imperial Guard will be annihilated here, and the think tank hero of Destruction Eagle has already seen the situation, he saw us fighting with the rune soldiers."

"Fate has determined our future, so the situation has..." The second lieutenant was wary of those fateful prophecies. After the Master Chief of Destruction Eagle sent out the fragments of those prophecies, the officers all acquiesced that they would have a battle. But the reality seems to contradict the psychic prophecy.

The battle that had to be fought against time was put on hold because of this prophecy. The lieutenant's trust and reliance on the Sergeant of Destruction Eagle became a poison that hindered their attack. The officers looked at each other, and the scouts kept observing the front line, hoping that the enemy would send out enemy troops as expected.

But even if the fire in the residential area burned until the sky became like daytime, the metal dome was clearly visible, and the cruel killing made the emperor look sideways, the expected attack was still delayed.

Time passed by, and at this point, the sun was about to reappear. Although there was no sun here, staying up all night would put an indelible burden on the soldiers' bodies, and the sequelae of the march supported by stimulants began to appear.

In this situation, his brother's body and victory slipped through his fingers, but he still gambled everything. At 1 a.m. on standard Terra time, the Imperial Guard issued an attack order. With three Land Raiders of the Space Marines leading the way, and maintaining infantry and tank coordination, a huge team of 30,000 people entered the most prosperous place in this area under the terrified eyes of the local nobles.

At the same time, in the fortress of Bandertar, a high place in this giant manor, the terrified lord sat in his towering, indestructible adamantine manor with countless guards.

This powerful lord also boasted before that he would fight with Alanbaier, the former Sun Lord, on the battlefield, but he was not a warrior or a commander. He only knew how to use others. It was just that until now, the great demon who could bind the rune warriors was dead, and betrayal came.

How he treated the old and ancient family of Feng before, he would be treated the same way now. Fear and helplessness were growing. Of course, he was far from incompetent, and he had already created a way for himself to escape.

"Let's go." He said to his servant, of course he was reluctant to leave, but he no longer had the ability to maintain his dominance. He was deserted by everyone, just like he did to others.

His servant bowed his head respectfully, and the young man led his hand forward like the most involved servant. The two of them quickly arrived at the cellar one after the other. After Bandettar gently pried a few stones, a tunnel suddenly appeared. That was the place where the nest pipeline was connected. At the same time, Bandettar prepared a new identity for himself.

A huge Kraza-class sailing ship and a completely clean merchant identity, a certain amount of start-up capital, a full 30,000 throne coins, and an ancient holy artifact gene system cast in the dark technological era of the tunnel, which can completely change a person.

The cunning rabbit has three burrows, but that's it. After entering the gray pipeline, reaching the end, the huge ancient instrument looks like a man-made mechanical womb, connected to countless pipelines.

Bandetal threw away his magnificent clothes and gorgeous cane, and changed into a set of gray gold-edged captain's uniforms commonly seen in the empire from the hidden compartment, and covered those clothes with materials prepared in advance...

He looked at his servant, took out the military laser pistol from the secret compartment, and put on gloves to prevent fingerprints from being discovered.

This lord has always been like this, so he is always abandoned by his friends and relatives. Such bloody violence and distrust of others can become the paving stone of his hegemony, and will also become his epitaph.

Only the gods can know everything that happens in this dark place made of pure gold. Greed flashed through the lord's eyes, and he turned around.

"My loyal servant, we will become the richest merchants in this star region next, and you will become my first mate. Come on, glory and wealth, I have also left you a reshaped identity." Bandetal walked to the side of the instrument, opened the complex interior of the instrument, and revealed two individuals who had their brains removed and maintained their vitality with machines, transparent nutrient solution and spinal cannulae.

That is, the merchant he was going to replace and the so-called first mate used by the servants. Their perfect bodies could greatly increase the success rate of transformation. The ancient machines did not need to kill them, but they were just disposable items at the moment, and their so-called will did not matter at all.

After the matter was over, the instrument would be cleaned up by the pre-prepared hot melt bomb, and the servant could come here because he was the technician responsible for maintenance and operation.

So far, Bandetal secretly held the weapon. He could not operate it, so he could only wait for the servant to start and set up the complicated panel, and then he shot the poor bitch to death and became a new person. So far, the sins of his so-called blood and soul would be washed clean, and he would become his own master.

But this lord suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, his eyes were dizzy, and there was a sultry voice and a cold pain in his heart.

A blade pierced his heart. That young servant, who was only 30 years old, used such a poor weapon and premeditated training to kill him?

Bandtar looked at the man in surprise. He couldn't speak. Blood was spilling. At this moment, his mind flashed the words of his stupid demon father.

Everything has the so-called "rebellion". From the beginning, his rule has been constantly accumulating those "rebellions". Now that the wall has fallen and everyone is pushing it, he feels the terrible power of that "rebellion".

His body was stabbed again and again. His fingers tightly grasped the gun behind the cloak, but he couldn't pull it out and couldn't fire. Then his chest, heart, abdomen, intestines, and liver were torn by the blade.

His vitality was draining away, but the servant who killed him just carelessly loosened the bloody knife, turned over his pockets with red fingers, and took out various imperial standard documents with wax seals, that is, the priceless treasures that were put into the tiny thinker array.

The ship's power of attorney, the registration of the business road, and the deposit of 30,000 throne coins, Bandettar was furious at this moment. Seeing his treasures and those brown papers disappear, he realized how ridiculous his life was, because he was destined to be a puppet...

But this servant was not a professional killer, he didn't realize what the man was holding in his hand. When he held Bandettar's dying arm and pulled out what he had been hiding behind his body, he originally thought that this was a priceless treasure, but he only saw the black muzzle of the gun.

The standard firearm of the Imperial Guard, the laser weapon, has a shooting power comparable to a TNT explosion. In the next moment, Bandettar, whooshing, pulled the trigger in a daze. After the firing pin fired the internal energy of the battery, whoosh, the young man's body was blown off in half.

Without the protection of carapace and bulletproof armor, a mortal body would not be able to endure the close-range shooting of an overloaded, precision laser pistol.

The young man's body fell heavily and hit Bandettar's body, becoming the last straw of his death.

The bright red blood flowed down along the hive pipes. There were only four corpses in this dark place, flesh and blood without will, and their souls flew to the highest heaven. In the boundless subspace, they were taken away by the Emperor and the gods respectively.

So far, Bandettar saw his father again, in an ordinary wooden house where he spent his childhood, but the man was not the body of the Great Demon, and then he suddenly realized that the old man was the one in his consciousness, to be precise, the father he knew.

In other words, he did not see the real demon, but...

He subconsciously looked outside the wooden house. Outside the fake window was endless darkness, and the only light was the silver sun towering in the sky, burning fiercely.

There was no temperature, and it was extremely cold. At this moment, his father stood up and suddenly grasped his shoulders. The sharp bird claws pierced his shoulder blades, and a familiar voice appeared.

"Come on, my child, we still have a lot of old feelings to settle. I will keep my promise and make you live a life worse than death."