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"But why... The humans here have extremely regressed genes, yet they're incredibly pure! They're just like... the technological barbarians from the Great Crusade era recorded in the books! They clearly possess incredibly advanced technology, even weapons capable of easily annihilating us, yet they don't know how to manufacture or maintain them." Quilstein was completely empty-handed at this point. Even the flamethrower he had carried on his back had long since vanished. The poison gas grenades at his waist had already been used up before they arrived in this world.

Truthfully, the moment he first saw the humans of this world, he had been captivated by their perfect skulls and the genetic profiles they displayed.

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

"I don't know either. It's also possible that we were sent through time by the power of the Warp, arriving in an era when humanity had perhaps only just entered the stars, or in a world the Imperium had never discovered!"

Quan Tiehua explained without hesitation, directly painting a hopeless picture of this place. Although this was the same location as Terra, over ten thousand years had passed. They could have built the Imperial Palace atop the Himalayas by now, while the Pacific Ocean had been evaporated completely. Did he really expect to compare Earth's features in the 40k era with those of Earth in the 2k era?

Without professional instruments, if an Astartes could actually compare the two and reach a conclusion, he would climb onto a Leman Russ Tank and play the saxophone in the middle of a battlefield!

"That's why I said we're unfamiliar with this place. Try not to bring the Imperium's former habits and customs into it." Seeing the brothers fall into deep thought, Quan Tiehua couldn't help adding another sentence.

"Yes!"

"Report. I've located those armored men. Should we apprehend them?"

Inside Crimson Typhoon's cockpit, the Wei Brothers sent an inquiry to Stark Pentecost.

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

"Yes, sir!"

After saying that, the three men turned their gazes toward the Blood Angels weaving through the buildings a kilometer away.

"They're so fast. It feels like that armor is functioning more like an exoskeleton."

"We'd better ask them first. If we can't communicate, then everything's over before it even begins."

"Good!"

As they spoke, Crimson Typhoon strode forward, its feet pounding toward the place where the Astartes were.

Wave after wave of rhythmic tremors, along with the approaching towering mecha, put the Blood Angels on alert.

"Visitors from an unknown civilization, state your intentions." The electronic voice cycled through several major nations' languages.

The Blood Angels looked at one another, unable to understand a word. In the end, they turned their gazes toward Quan Tiehua, who was hiding behind cover.

"Don't open fire. I can understand your language!" Quan Tiehua said in English. After uttering that short sentence, he performed a tactical roll and slipped behind another piece of cover.

"I hope to visit your place and speak with your leader."

After the Wei Brothers in Crimson Typhoon confirmed the three men's intentions through their shared senses, they relayed the request.

After receiving the request, Stark Pentecost did not immediately agree. Instead, he ordered Crimson Typhoon to ask for more details.

After all, accepting them rashly could lead to serious trouble.

Rather than that, it was better to first understand the general situation. They couldn't simply believe one side's words, but the other side had already been reduced to ash at ground zero of the nuclear blast. If they didn't listen to one side, what else could they do?

"We truly come from another civilization. We were sent by the god of our civilization to hunt down these demons."

The conversation between Crimson Typhoon and Quan Tiehua was heard loud and clear by everyone at the scene, as well as the government officials from various countries.

Especially when they heard the confirmation that the newcomers came from another civilization, the president of America excitedly pumped his fist.

"Notify them immediately. Have Fuso's forces make the first move." He spoke as furtively and cautiously as though he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Yes, Mr. President!"

"Demons?"

"That's right! But your world doesn't have such things, so you don't need to understand them or worry about them. Right now, we hope to go to your base and obtain some supplies. Of course, we'll offer something satisfactory in exchange." The trade Quan Tiehua mentioned naturally involved handing over some of the technology he knew in exchange for supplies and support. For example, something like the machine standing before him, which was comparable to a Titan from the 40k era!

He could replace the armor plating and internal drive engines, then swap out the weapons and install a Void Shield Generator.

Heh heh!

He could classify these mecha as highly mobile close-combat Titans. Their height was already almost comparable to that of an Emperor-class Titan.

Once they appeared on the battlefield, he'd like to see whether those xenos and forces of Chaos could still blow them up.

Stark Pentecost was also considering whether he should accept. After all, the individual combat strength of these giants in power armor was terrifyingly powerful.

Unless they used artillery shells or rockets, and managed to hit them with pinpoint accuracy, there was no guarantee they could kill them outright.

If they wanted to ensure a single-strike kill, they would probably need a wide-area weapon. For example... a nuclear bomb.

A thousand enemy casualties at the cost of ten thousand of their own!

Therefore, if they rashly allowed them into the base, the entire Shatterdome base might be destroyed.

The entire human civilization on Earth now had only four usable mecha left. One of them, Danger Wanderer, still had no confirmed pilots.

On top of that, the politicians of the United Nations kept bickering among themselves. Wall of Life's performance in Sydney had already proven that it was completely useless, yet they still hadn't restarted the Jaeger program.

As a result, PPDC's funding had become desperately scarce. Under these circumstances, they absolutely couldn't afford any accidents.

Everyone in the Command Room was watching him, waiting for his latest order.

At last, he slowly spoke. "I'd like to ask you one thing. Are you human?"

The same words were transmitted word for word from Crimson Typhoon's electronic speaker to Quan Tiehua's ears!

The instant those words were spoken, everyone stared intently at the screen, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Silence filled every corner where people knew what was happening. Only after a long while did an Astartes clad in heavy, crimson-red armor slowly step forward!

He walked into an open area and then stood there blankly, without making a move. The people watching gradually began to frown impatiently.

Only then did he slowly raise his hand and grip his helmet. Amid the buzz of venting air pressure, the helmet expanded.

He then lifted it upward, revealing a face that perfectly matched the features of an eastern great power.

But unlike ordinary people, his face was sharply defined, its edges as keen as blades. His gaze, especially, was so terrifying that anyone who met it felt their heart clench and instinctively lowered their head!

Damn it, I don't know why, but I'm a little stuck.