Chapter 807: The Fall of McGregor

Chapter 807: The Fall of McGregor

The captain of the Phoenix Fifth Company, Person Lane, wore a pair of steel boots that made a crisp sound when stepping on the black jade floor, shaking off the gold foil on the chandelier.

With a slight flick of the power halberd, the pearl curtain on the throne turned into powder.

A minister suddenly rushed to the hidden weapons depot, but was burned to charcoal by the ion shield;
Some ministers also tried to activate the self-destruct program, but found that all permissions had already been rewritten.

"You have the right to remain silent under special wartime laws."

Ryan crushed Archavon's wrist as he tried to reach for the secret compartment, and glanced at the festering injection hole on his neck. "The medical team will give you priority treatment and ensure your health, and then you will face a loyalty review by the Inquisition."

In fact, what does it matter whether there is a trial or not?

Looking at this guy's appearance, you can tell he won't pass the inspection.

But the process must go through.

Kane Archavon suddenly laughed crazily. He tore open his robe to reveal the mark of Slaanesh on his chest: "You are too late! As early as twenty years ago, when the seventh galaxy fell, I..."

The edge of the power halberd swiped across his tongue, and Ren picked up the twitching creature and walked towards the throne room. "Don't use your stinking mouth to say something you already know. Save your energy. There are many Chaos followers who will have a good chat with you in the autopsy room."

When the last resistance present was blasted into pieces by the grenade launcher, and when all the remaining high-level officials were controlled, the dome of the throne room was finally completely torn apart.

Looking up at the starry sky through the hole, the scarlet scar was very conspicuous. But even more conspicuous than the dark red background were the hundreds of bright spots with blue flame tails.

They are a bit like stars, but stars don't have such long tails.

It was a fleet.

They are gathering for the final, decisive battle in the Magre Realm.

Marshal Yan Fangxu took off his sweat-soaked command helmet, and the holographic sand table immediately projected the latest battle report onto his retina.

The adjutant's voice rang in his ears: "...Based on the results of this assault, the General Staff estimates that the resistance on Mi Ting Star will end six hours earlier than expected."

The Marshal stared at the beautiful planet in front of him and said, "Tell the General Staff to send another 200 City Burners to Miting Star - this Chaos den needs at least three rounds of incineration."

"Order the Priests, Inquisitors, and Commissars to go down together and form a joint identification team. After the basic incineration, tell me how many people on this planet are worth saving."

"Yes!" The adjutant took the order and left.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Fangxu turned his head and caught a glimpse of movement on the star map: a blood-red vortex burst out from the northwest corner of the star map, and a certain agricultural galaxy that had just been recovered three months ago suddenly experienced subspace distortion.

The marshal, who was extremely familiar with this kind of thing, almost instinctively called up the pre-processing plan.

He sighed as he looked at the automatically dispatched purification fleet.

Another of his adjutants stepped forward and reminded him, "The appointment with Mr. Gu is only fifteen minutes away."

"Well, I see."

He stood there silently for a long time, not knowing whether he was thinking about his next conversation with Gu Hang.

"Marshal, this is the call from General Gu."

The moment the holographic image unfolded, everyone in the command center subconsciously straightened their backs.

For twenty-seven years, this figure shrouded in lightning has always been the most stable anchor of the Dark Side Expedition.

"How much has the casualty ratio improved?" Gu Hang's voice was wrapped in the noise of the subspace storm.

"It's a 43% decrease compared to the first decade. We are..." Yan Fangxu called up the data link and began to report to Gu Hang.

In fact, Gu Hang had seen all this data, and he just confirmed it after hearing it quickly from Yan Fangxu's mouth.

What Gu Hang wanted to hear most was another thing:

"I want to hear your innermost feelings." The marshal was silent for two seconds and wiped off the electrolyte that suddenly flowed from his nostrils. "Last month, when I was inspecting the front line, an 18-year-old private asked in the trench why his grandfather and father died on the same planet."

Gu Hang's sigh dimmed the lights in the headquarters for a moment: "Tell the children that the trenches they dig are the foundation of the future."

"Yes."

Yan Fangxu did say this. Although it may not be this sentence, it is roughly the meaning.

His military career has been nearly a hundred years. He knows that kindness is not good for the army, and many things in his heart that should not be there have long been washed away by the flames of war, at least they will not affect his decision-making.

But some things still have to be kept.

Otherwise, he might easily become the prey of some being.

In fact, Gu Hang's psychic call this time was not just to listen to the data report that he had already known, or he really just wanted to ask about his subjective feelings.

Gu Hang also had to evaluate the current status of his expedition commander.

The lessons learned from the Magresky Space Domain government must not be repeated in the expeditionary force.

Although the battle on the ground has just officially begun, even the enemy's orbital defense system has not yet been completely destroyed.

But in fact, the outcome of this war is already determined.

When the Phoenix Space Marine Company appeared in front of these rulers without their knowledge, it actually proved that their rule had almost collapsed long ago.

It's just been buried now.

According to the information obtained by the alliance, the central government of the Magre Universe did a good job in the first fifteen years of the Great Cataclysm. Although Kane Alkavon was opposed to Gu Hang, he still had to make an objective evaluation. They were able to connect hundreds of worlds in a decade without any special help, and stabilize what can be regarded as the most stable area in the Magre Universe. Of course, it was their contribution.

Unfortunately, all this achievement was completely destroyed in the following twelve years.

The corruption of the central government of the Magre Realm should have come from the top down. Perhaps a minister, a favorite, or even just an ordinary servant heard the whispers of Slaanesh, degenerated into a "pleasure seeker", and spread this corruption to Cain Archavon.

Then, twelve years of decline began.

When the alliance arrived, they were even surprised by what they saw.

Yan Fangxu's headquarters originally thought that they were facing a traditional force loyal to the empire, and the two sides were only in opposition because of different political views. At the beginning, many of the combat plans formulated by the Dark Side Expedition Headquarters were based on trying to strike the leader as much as possible and persuade him to surrender.

The main purpose is to attack the enemy's mind, and the war is secondary. Even if a devastating victory is achieved, the prisoners should be captured as much as possible, and the number of kills should be small and cautious.

The purpose is to preserve the vitality of each planet.

Even if he couldn't change the mind of the Magre Universe Government in the end, Gu Hang had actually made a final plan to let them go for the time being. As long as they didn't cause trouble, a group of decent human worlds weren't such bad things, and they could even be negotiated, retaining their status and autonomy, and only needing to pay taxes according to the imperial tax standards and support the Dark Side Expedition.

As a result, the alliance that held such an idea suffered a great loss at the hands of Slaanesh's evil magic.

Of course, there are normal people in the army of the Magre Realm, and they account for more than half of them; however, the remaining small half are almost all believers of Slaanesh, including many mutants who have become strange in appearance under the erosion of Slaanesh.

Coupled with the huge number of Chaos Wizards, the Alliance, which had some problems in its initial mental preparation, suddenly suffered a great loss.

But Yan Fangxu's adjustment speed was still very fast.

The rapidly changing fighting style and the advantage in size still crushed the enemy.

Moreover, there were still many normal people in the Magre army. With the help of these people, the hopeless ones were eliminated, and the progress of the alliance was unstoppable.

Until today, they have reached the ruling core of the corrupt government: Mi Ting Star.

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