The communication was quickly connected.
After hearing what the other party said, several communications personnel hurriedly got up to look for the captain and Seth.
Word soon reached Seth that the Union troops at the fort wished to surrender.
At this time, the Flesh Tearers were gathering on the deck.
The orbital ring has fallen and the major command centers have been captured by the Empire.
The Wotan Alliance can no longer make any waves.
Air battles were also going on.
It was only a matter of time before the Imperial fighter fleet won the victory.
Wait until air supremacy is in the hands of the Empire.
Seth planned to launch a ground assault with the Flesh Tearers to defeat the last defense of the Wotan Alliance and seize a world for the Holy Emperor.
I thought it would be another tough and bloody battle.
Only then can we capture the huge fortress.
The sudden surrender announcement took him by surprise.
"Who is the supreme commander now?" Seth asked, opening the dialogue window.
"I, Code, am now the representative of all soldiers." There was a hint of fear and uneasiness in the other party's words.
Obviously, surrendering to the empire would be a very risky thing for them.
"Are you sure you want to surrender? Where is your former superior?" Seth asked.
"They have been controlled by us. They are our goodwill to the Empire. The only request of all our soldiers is that the Empire let us go. Everyone here was forced to fight on the battlefield. We owe a debt that cannot be repaid in several lifetimes. We must work for those companies and chambers of commerce for generations."
"Many people here went to the battlefield just to get a reward to repay their debts, but the people of the alliance did not fulfill their promise and were not even willing to give us the reward they agreed to at the beginning. We don't want to die, really."
Seth fell silent.
The rioting soldiers captured their commander as a token of their surrender to the Empire.
The reason was that the Union soldiers were unwilling to fight for the pitifully small pay that would never be paid.
Reality is always more illogical than the literary works created by the craziest artists in human history.
Who could have thought that a fortress would fall for such a reason!
Seth gave a mocking smile.
This happened in the Empire as well.
I didn't expect that such a thing would happen in the Andromeda Galaxy, which spans two million light years.
Whether it's humans or intelligent creatures, we always make the same mistakes.
Perhaps only the Holy Emperor can end this absurd cycle.
The Empire rarely massacres the lower classes unless the problem is extremely serious and those people are beyond redemption.
As long as those soldiers lay down their weapons and surrender, there will generally be no massacre against them.
The Empire disdains to do such a thing.
Even in previous aristocratic rebellions, most of the aristocrats were usually executed.
It is rare to say that the entire world was massacred.
Seth was happy with this outcome.
It was the glory of the Holy Emperor that made these confused soldiers realize what was right and wrong.
It can also save a lot of time.
The Flesh Tearers do not fear war.
But they were running out of time, and if they wanted to capture a thousand worlds, then he had to speed up.
"I agree." Seth replied: "Swear in the name of the Holy Emperor that all soldiers will be pardoned as long as you lay down your weapons. But we will not let any of the alliance's top leaders go, and they must be held accountable for their mistakes."
"I know that," Cord replied. "They are yours."
... ... ..
Communication ended.
The high command was taken over by rioting soldiers.
The war was declared over here.
The Imperial fighter fleet sent back the news.
Many Alliance fighters have withdrawn from the battle and surrendered to the Empire.
They have succeeded in gaining air superiority.
Apparently, what those soldiers said was true.
“Maybe there’s a conspiracy.”
One of Seth's battle-brothers said, "We should be more cautious."
"They will reap death," Seth said nonchalantly. "Deceiving the Empire is never a good choice, nor is it a wise thing to do."
If it was a trap, then Seth would have no choice but to launch a massacre.
Until the last enemy standing against the Empire falls.
Offer this world to the Holy Emperor in blood and corpses.
... ... ... ...
When the communication ended, Code and others were all excited to learn that the Empire accepted their surrender.
"We don't have to face those demons anymore," he said to the person next to him.
Edwin, who was controlled, turned pale.
"You can't do this. This is betrayal. This is your hometown. Are you willing to let outsiders rule you?"
No one paid any attention to him.
Cord glanced at him and turned away.
He ordered all shields and weapon systems shut down.
Cleared out a huge platform for the other party.
The roar of gunboats came from the air.
The roar of the power engine created a strong wind in the air, blowing the hair and clothes of Code and others.
The gunboat slowly stopped on the platform.
The hissing sound of high-pressure gas was heard, mixed with the sound of mechanical gears turning.
The hatch slowly opened.
Twenty giants wearing scarlet-colored metal armor with black shoulders appeared on the platform.
Their helmets were also black, with white paint on the visors to create the shape of a skull.
The eyepiece emits a grayish-white light.
The huge size gives people a huge sense of oppression.
A giant walked out without a helmet, only with a circular force field generator decorated with eagle wings installed behind his head.
It was Seth.
"Are you going to surrender to the Empire?" Seth looked at the tiny group of people in front of him.
It is easier to kill them than to accept their surrender.
This is a truth that cannot be spoken.
It wouldn't take more than ten minutes to kill these people.
"Yes, we surrender to the Empire." Code said with all his strength.
No one can remain calm in the presence of these giants.
Especially after seeing the giant chainsaw sword on the other party's waist, it is impossible to remain calm.
The chainsaw sword had been cleaned, but the smell of blood could still be smelled.
Code could picture the giant with chainsword slaughtering the soldiers on the orbital rings.
That was definitely a Shura-like scene.
Not to mention witnessing it, even just thinking about it is unbearable.
Seth stared at the other man for a moment before speaking again.
"Where are your officers?"
"Basically they have all been caught, but some are still on the run." Code clapped his hands, and Edwin and others were brought up.
There was fear and anxiety on everyone's face.
Cole, who had just been promoted, was so scared that he fainted.
Seth scanned the officers and confirmed that there was no problem with their identities before looking at Code.
"Then you guys can execute them yourself."
Cord knew this was a test for them.
They who killed the Union officers would never be accepted again.
But he had no choice, he took a pulse pistol from someone next to him.
Walked in front of Edwin.
"No." Edwin screamed, "Do you know what family I belong to?"
"I'm sorry," Cord said. "I have to fight for my offspring."
Cord's words were full of sarcasm.
This was exactly where Edwin had previously thought Code was unqualified.
How could he become the head of a regiment if his predecessors had not fought bravely
Naturally, only those ancestors and descendants who fought hard and made the right choice can become group leaders.
To defend the alliance.
The laser whirred and pierced Edwin's head.
A thumb-sized hole appeared on his head, which was blackened by the high temperature.
Edwin was killed.
This elite man of noble birth and loyal to the alliance died just like that.
Wesker also stood up, pointed a gun at an Alliance officer and executed him.
He has made up his mind to stand on the side of the Empire.
Sorry, he really owes too much debt.
Taking into account the penalty interest for not being able to repay the loan on time this time, I will never be able to pay it back no matter how hard I try in this lifetime.
As long as the alliance does not die, he is doomed to have no way out.
One by one, the soldiers stepped forward.
They have no way out.
When the last officer fell, Seth turned and walked towards the gunboat.
"The logistics troops will assist you in the transformation."
There's no need to stay here any longer.
This world already belongs to the Holy Emperor.
1/1000.
A good start.
Wesker couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he watched the steel giants board the gunship.
He didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment.
The only thought was that at least I didn't have to worry about the debt problem.
... ... ...
... ... ...
"I witnessed the coming of those creatures of destruction. Nothing could stop them. If anything, it might be the great Horned Rat. The problem is that the Horned Rat no longer responds to our painful pleas."
----A clan chieftain in the Council of Thirteen.
Ratna is the largest city of the Skaven.
It is also the heart of their entire underground empire.
The birthplace of the ratmen that are spread all over the world.
It possesses powerful magic, solid fortifications and terrifying military strength that the outside world cannot imagine.
It is a terrifying city built on the basis of endless caves, crisscrossing twisted corridors and viciousness.
This city, the largest in the world and the one with the most ratmen, has been perfectly hidden by the Grey Prophets who master the magic of warpstone.
The abandoned city has complex and complete industrial facilities.
The giant treadmill generator with complex structure keeps running eternally in the darkness.
Countless rats stood and ran like humans.
The deformed and perverted machines continue to produce disgusting mutants.
The bloated female rats had atrophied limbs and continued to reproduce corrupt offspring.
As the capital of the Skaven, this horrific city is naturally also the largest economic, commercial and trade center of the underground empire. Every year, a large number of clan members transport goods and slaves here.
The mysterious rat lords, grey prophets, and warlords gathered here, staging chaotic and disorderly political struggles day after day in the maze-like darkness.
Even on the streets, there are fugitives, thieves, gangsters, bandits, traitors, and assassins who form a lawless struggle for power.
Countless factions are engaged in bloody battles over the city's wealth, political power, and fortune, and there is no end in sight.
Each ratman is killing each other for the Horned Rat's supreme plan and personal gain.
Do whatever it takes to bring about the end of the world.
Many factions have considered eliminating the Skaven once and for all, or raiding their capital.
However, they finally gave up.
It is not easy to enter the Demon Rat Wasteland.
The Demon Rat Ruined City is surrounded by the Death Swamp.
Anyone who enters will die.
The rotten water and mud of the swamp mixed with each other, and in the constant change and reaction, a highly poisonous and foul smell rose up.
The ratmen unscrupulously released all kinds of poisonous plagues and biochemical agents into the swamp, causing the already unbearable swamp to become even more corrupt.
After a long period of accumulation, it even gathered into a billowing poisonous fog above the swamp.
Not a ray of sunlight could penetrate the clouds and reach the ground.
Large fleets of skaa slaves, rat-diving ratmen, and small mobile huts shuttle through the dark and narrow rivers of the swamp.
Gathering ships roam the endless swamps, searching for corrupt crops and fungi.
Slaves and low-level ratmen captured from various races worked under the whips of rat overseers and were forced to inhale the terrible poisonous gas.
They often die a painful death within a few weeks.
Those slaves had to endure their internal organs being corroded by the poison gas until they rotted away bit by bit and turned into pus.
The closer you get to the Demon Rat Ruined City deep in the swamp, the thicker the poisonous fog becomes.
There wasn't even a glimmer of light at the end.
Only the glow from those installed with dimensional stones illuminates the dark city.
An endless stream of fleets slowly sailed into the city's huge port under the surveillance of sentries.
They often brought tons of grain and countless slaves.
There are countless Skaven in the Rat City who work hard and make blood and tears contributions to the prosperity of this horrible city.
Their short and tragic lives are spent confined to mines and factories.
Living slaves would be exploited in every way possible until they died.
The dead slaves would be mixed with grain to make food, which would be used as food for the living slaves.
This city is so horrible, bloody and cruel.
Foreign invaders who break in here often face unimaginable tragedies.
Of course, this horrific, bloody and cruel capital of the familiar will soon become a thing of the past.
A man destined to destroy the Demon Rat City is about to arrive.
He is the pioneer of rat slaughter, the rat extermination warrior, the nemesis of ratmen, the most hated person of the Council of Thirteen, and the person who must be killed by the Horned Rat - Dax.
Dax set his sights on the Rat City and, with Valerian's permission, recruited an army with the intention of completely eradicating the Skaven Empire.
Dax has been dedicated to exterminating the ratmen and enjoys it.
Due to the lack of oil, the technological development of the Imperial Exploration Team also showed slight deviations.
Various stitched monsters that mixed magic and industrial technology were born.
For example, the hovercraft where Dax is.
The hull is made of wood and metal, with various magical runes etched on the surface, and a furnace is installed at the stern.
The furnace's power source is the energy stone extracted by the exploration team's technical sage based on the elves' practices.
The airship was equipped with a large number of artillery and carried more than two hundred human soldiers.
... ... ..
Dax stood at the head of the airship, boasting to his men about his glorious past achievements.
"Thinking back to the battle at the Roaring Mountain, I fought seven times and fought for three days and four nights. I killed the Skaven in a rush and forced them to flee in panic. I fought from one end of the battlefield to the other, but Emperor Manreed, who was still alive, told me to kill slower..."
Dax was speaking excitedly, but the officers next to him looked as if they had lost all hope in life.
Dax repeated this story morning, noon and night.
If someone asks him, he will talk about it a few more times with great interest.
From Paoxiao Mountain all the way to the ratman stronghold that was destroyed not long ago.
However, there were several officers on board who had just been transferred to work under Dax.
Obviously, they hadn't heard this story.
At this time, they were surrounding Dax, listening with fascination.
"Sir, you've been chopping for so long, will your eyes get dry
”
Dax, who was speaking excitedly, was stunned for a moment.
Look at the officer who asked the question.
From Dax's astonished look, it can be seen that this is the first time someone has asked such a tricky question.