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"But why... the humans here have very backward genes, yet they are very pure! It's like... the tech barbarians from the Great Crusade era as recorded in books! They clearly possess extremely advanced technology, even weapons that can easily obliterate us, but they can't manufacture or maintain them." Quilstein was completely empty at the moment, even the flamethrower he carried on his back had long since disappeared. The gas grenades at his waist had been used up before he even arrived in this world.

To be honest, the first moment he saw the humans in this world, he was captivated by their perfect skulls and displayed gene maps.

If the situation hadn't been so critical at the time, he probably would have taken a few skulls and some scattered flesh and blood to study at his leisure.

"I don't know about this situation either. It's possible that we used the power of the Warp to travel through time and arrived in a period when humans might have just entered space, or a world undiscovered by the Imperium!"

Quan Tiehua explained without hesitation, painting a completely chaotic picture of this place. Although this place was the same location as Terra, tens of thousands of years had passed. The Himalayas could have had an Imperial Palace built on them, and the Pacific Ocean could have been completely evaporated. Would you still compare the characteristics of Earth from the 40k era with those from the 2k era?

Without specialized instruments, if an Astartes could make a comparison, I'd climb onto a Leman Russ Tank and play the saxophone on the battlefield!

"That's why I said, since we're unfamiliar with this place, try not to bring your old Imperial habits and customs here." Looking at his brothers who had fallen into thought, Quan Tiehua couldn't help but add another sentence.

"Yes!"

"Report, I've discovered those Ironclads. Should we apprehend them?"

Inside the Crimson Typhoon's cockpit, the Wei Brothers sent a request to Stark Pentecost.

"First, try to see if communication is possible."

"Yes! Sir!"

After speaking, the three of them looked towards the Blood Angels who were shuttling through the building complex about a kilometer away.

"Their speed is so fast. It feels like that armor is more like an exoskeleton."

"It's best to ask them first. If we can't communicate, then everything is over."

"Okay!"

With that, the Crimson Typhoon began to stride towards the location of the Astartes.

Rhythmic tremors, and the approaching colossal mechs, put the Blood Angels on high alert.

"Visitors from an unknown civilization, please state your purpose." The electronic voice played in rotation in several major languages.

The Blood Angels looked at each other, none of them understanding. Finally, they turned their gaze back to Quan Tiehua, who was hiding behind cover.

"No need to open fire, I can understand your language!" Quan Tiehua said this short sentence in English, then rolled behind another piece of cover.

"I hope to go to your place and talk with your person in charge."

The Wei Brothers of Crimson Typhoon, after confirming the intentions of the three through telepathy, uploaded this command.

Stark Pentecost, upon receiving the request, did not immediately agree but ordered Crimson Typhoon to inquire about the specific situation.

After all, if they accepted rashly, there could be significant trouble.

Rather than that, it was better to understand the general situation first. Although they couldn't just believe one side's words, the other side had already turned to ash at the center of a nuclear explosion. What else could they do but listen to the remaining party?

"We indeed come from another civilization. We are here on behalf of our civilization's god to hunt down these demons."

The conversation between Crimson Typhoon and Quan Tiehua was clearly heard by everyone present, as well as the political leaders of various countries.

Especially when they heard confirmation that they came from another civilization, the President of America excitedly clenched his fist.

"Immediately notify them, let the Fusang army make the first move." As if aware of his own actions, he even gave the order stealthily and cautiously.

"Yes! Mr. President!"

"Demons?"

"That's right! But your world doesn't have these things, so you don't need to understand or worry about them. We now wish to go to your base to obtain some supplies. Of course, we will offer something that will satisfy you in exchange." The exchange Quan Tiehua spoke of naturally meant offering some of the technology he knew to obtain supplies and support. For example, like the Titans in front of him, comparable to those from the 40k era!

Later, if they could swap out the armor plating and the internal drive engines, and also add a void shield generator to the weapons.

Heh heh!

They could directly classify these mechs as high-mobility close-combat Titans. Their height was already comparable to an Emperor-class Titan.

When they appeared on the battlefield, he wondered if these xenos and Chaos would be blown away or not.

Stark Pentecost was also considering whether or not to accept. After all, these giants in power armor had terrifying individual combat strength.

Unless they used artillery shells and rockets, and they had to hit them precisely. And even then, it might not be enough to kill them completely.

To guarantee a kill in one blow, they would probably need to use weapons of mass destruction. Like... nuclear bombs.

Kill 1000 enemies, lose 10,000 yourself!

Therefore, if they were to be allowed into the base rashly, the entire dome base might be destroyed.

It should be known that the entire human civilization on Earth could only mobilize four mechs at the moment. One of them, the Danger Wanderer, still had no pilot confirmed.

Coupled with the bickering politicians of the United Nations. The Wall of Life's performance in Sydney had already proven to be completely useless. But they still hadn't restarted the Jaeger program.

As a result, the funding for the entire PP DC was extremely tight. Under such circumstances, there could be no accidents.

Everyone in the command center was looking at him, waiting for his latest order.

Finally, he slowly spoke, "I want to ask one thing, are you humans?"

The exact same words were transmitted word-for-word through Crimson Typhoon's electronic loudspeaker to Quan Tiehua's ears!

The moment this sentence was spoken, everyone stared intently at the screen, not daring to breathe.

Silence filled every corner where those who knew the situation resided, until after a long while, an Astartes clad in heavy, crimson armor slowly emerged!

He walked into an empty space and stood there dazed, without any movement. It was enough to make those watching frown in impatience.

Only then did he slowly raise his hand, grip his helmet, and with a hiss of escaping air pressure, the helmet expanded.

He then lifted it upwards, and a face perfectly suited to the great Eastern nation appeared before everyone's eyes.

But what was different was that the face was sharp and angular, like a blade's edge. Especially the gaze, which was almost chilling, causing anyone who met it to nervously lower their head!

Damn it, I don't know why it's a bit choppy.