After Alvarez approached his target, he found that as he expected, the city's energy control center had only a few guards.

They were staring in astonishment at the jagged black shapes emerging from the clouds, the birds of prey hovered in rapid arcs over the city, their routes intertwined with arrogant precision, carving something in the sky.

Alvarez also noticed his brothers, holding their prey in their hands, or simply hanging on their iron hooks and spikes, just killing them unruly and without any target.

Have they forgotten that missions are always first for a Space Marine? Have they fallen so far? The Midnight Lord had already vowed to overthrow the empire, but looking at his greedy, screaming brethren, Alvarez wondered what was driving them now, just the desire of darkness?

With this helpless mood, he began to swoop.

When the guard standing on the top of the energy center wearing simple armor finally noticed him, he had stretched out his arms and cut between a pair of escaped guards, neatly splitting the waists of both into two, turning the two into four sections.

As he landed, he turned around, wondering how far their legs would run without barriers, but they just turned over.

"ha!"

Alvarez grinned, turned around and walked towards the extended stairs, and said to the sizzling communicator:

“It has reached the target.”

But no one responded to him, only those weird howls.

After a few minutes, a vague and wet sound finally came.

"Do your own business, stop asking us."

Alvarez cursed inwardly, and then turned off the communicator. Discipline no longer existed. All plans became as they wanted at the moment of action, but he still had to complete his work, and the boring hunting was handed over to the raptors and his masters.

The technical sergeant went down the stairs, killing all the guards he encountered in the middle at will, and he was too lazy to chase after those who escaped.

So when he came to the main control room, he had already run away.

Alvarez put away his weapon, then unfolded the mechanical auxiliary arms of the backpack, inserted a large number of data cables into the meditator array, and began to close the energy supply in various areas of the city.

Then, he heard something, cut off the connection suddenly and grabbed the bomb gun on his thigh.

The main control room is as dim as before, with only fluorescence emitted by various screens.

The moment he raised his head, Alvarez was stunned.

For such a short breath, he thought that his brothers could not help but attack him, but then he realized that these were not his brothers.

They either stood or squatted on steel beams, wearing midnight blue armor without any traces of decay or depravity. White lightning was engraved on the surface of the armor. The shoulder armor was covered with blood-colored bat-winged skeletons that were hard to see again, but there was still strange silver-gray eagle badge left on their chests.

They are like crows staring at the living on dead branches in the grave, each of which is silent, but each is staring at Alvarez, and the many scarlet eyepieces in the dark seem to be scrutinizing, or judging.

"You are—"

Alvarez glanced around and found that there were at least fifty or sixty people on the other side. He controlled his desire to attack and glanced at the entrance with his own light.

There were also two more figures there, one wearing a very new type of power armor. The front of the helmet was covered with a skull surface armor. There were blood-colored bat wings raised backwards on both sides of the helmet. A huge chain saw halberd leaned against his shoulder. This weapon Alvarez had only been seen in the records. The commanders of the legion loved this weapon very much.

The other is wearing ink-black armor, with a bird's head and a black sword in his hand.

"Ahhhhh, look, who fell into his pocket."

The black-armored warrior poked the floor with his sword, making a threatening scratch.

"A little bat who can play with machinery, now, there are both pharmacists and technical sergeants."

As he said that, he also touched the one beside him with his shoulders.

"I'll be a priest, and the structure of the battle group will be built."

But the other party ignored him and just looked at Alvarez.

Alvarez wandered for a moment, and he knew that his resistance was a dead end at this time, and these people looked very strange, as if they were not the Night Son War Gang he knew, but rather the legion of the expeditionary era.

But the legion no longer exists. This is the truth he has been told. It is difficult for him to accept that so many legion soldiers have seen him.

But if you want to escape, there is nowhere to escape in this place, so there is only one choice...

Alvarez put away his weapons.

"These brothers, I am the technical sergeant of the Shadow Ghost War Gang, Alvarez, what's wrong with you?"

The tall warrior with a chain saw halberd after listening to his introduction, tilted his head and then whispered in Northram:

"How long have you been in service?"

"One hundred...05 years, standard Terra time."

Alvarez also answered in Nostram.

"It's been in Shadow Ghost all the time?"

"yes."

Suddenly, the other party took a step, and Alvarez subconsciously took a step back, touching the weapon with his hand but not holding it.

The man slowly walked up to him, as if he was looking at him carefully. Alvarez was also looking at the warrior who was one head taller than him. Suddenly the other party spoke:

"Take off the helmet."

Although the other party's tone of order was very unpleasant, he had to bow his head under the eaves. In order to survive, Alvarez had to do so. He took off his helmet and revealed his iconic midnight legion face and a well-cut black short hair. Although he was in the Chaos War Gang, Alvarez had always paid great attention to his personal image and hygiene. His dark eyes, his cold face as marble and slightly straight nose were enough to be called handsome.

After a few seconds of silence, the man holding a chainsaw halberd circled around him again.

"I didn't expect there was a normal person among those lunatics and freaks."

Alvarez then calmly answered.

“Because the madman cannot maintain machinery and equipment.”

"That's right, so according to the previous attack rules and processes, I guess there must be a technical sergeant in this war gang to turn off the city's energy. Vasco Gore is too obsessed with the darkness. Even a little bit of the light from the flashlight will make it uncomfortable, right?"

Alvarez didn't speak.

Then, the other party put his hand on his shoulder and said with great interest:

"I can allow you to ask three questions, but you have to pay attention. I will also decide your ending based on the questions you ask, and you have ten seconds to think."

After saying that, we will start counting down for convenience.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven…”

"Who are you?"

Alvarez quickly asked the first question.

The man chuckled when he heard this, shrugged, and pointed to the sign on his shoulder armor.

"You see, we are descendants of the former legion of the Midnight Lord, who are called traitors. We can also call brothers, so there are still six seconds, six, and five."

Alvarez glanced at the eagle emblem on the other party's chest and asked immediately.

"Who are you loyal to now?"

"Loyalty to brothers, bloodlines and... goals, so, four, three, two-"

Alvarez blinked and finally said something.
Chapter completed!