Chapter 415: Brother, don’t shoot, we are one of our own!
Black Abyss Star, dock.
Ron came to the observation deck and cast his gaze on the asteroid-like chaotic beast not far away - the Ark of Omen.
Due to the huge size of the Ark of Evil Omen, people on the dock could only get a glimpse of a corner of it, which was enough to capture people's attention.
This ship embryo is not much different from the previous one, except that there are some dark mechanical creations at the key points, and a giant cannon is added, which is an ancient relic found in the subspace many years ago.
Only a giant ship of this size can withstand the consumption of the ancient cannon. One shot of it can destroy large warships and even cause the planet to be destroyed.
“How long will it take for this ship to set sail?”
Ron asked with great concern. The Ark of Omen is one of the most powerful weapons on Black Abyss Star, and it is also a defense against An important basis for the enemy's attack.
"You are here early. The cleaning is not over yet. It will take about half a standard Terra month to enter the final process..."
The console is connected to the back of Caul's head, and the mechanical tentacles are momentarily connected. He was constantly operating more than a dozen virtual panels, spitting out a series of binary languages from time to time.
He was so busy that he didn't even have time to turn around and meet the savior, the Prince of Darkness.
But Ron could tell that most of the virtual panels were disguised mechanical forum pages.
This black-hearted motorist is quarreling with people again.
He had long been accustomed to that guy's behavior and didn't bother to care. He gave the order very simply:
"Double the cleaning manpower. This ship must sail within a week. , there is no room for negotiation, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!”
Kaul was stunned for a moment, as if his computer had crashed, and many virtual pages went out.
He became even busier, his mechanical tentacles tumbling and sparking, and he issued hundreds of binary instructions within seconds.
"Get started, you bastards. After one hundred standard Terra hours, you must enter the final process. If there is a problem with any module, just wait to be banned!"
Black Heart The engine oil guy roared in the channel, threatening to ban the mechanical forum, urging the black engine oil guys who were working hard.
He had been caught in the rain, so he tore off other people's umbrellas.
"Work hard, and there will be extra rewards when the project is completed."
Ron looked at the active and bustling shipyard, quite satisfied, and promised more rewards.
Over the dock.
Dozens of landing ships flew towards the Ark of Evil Omen and entered the behemoth.
Because the Ark of Omen is an extremely dangerous aggregation of debris, subspace corruption, engine meltdown and stacking, or invasion of heretics and aliens, cause various areas inside to become deadly.
This asteroid-like existence gave birth to a complete chaotic ecology inside, like a small independent world, with many predators, parasites, and demons occupying it.
These threats must be eliminated in order to maintain the operation of various areas of the ship.
In the past few years.
Ron has always regarded this giant ship as some kind of copy for training new warriors, and every new fear warrior must enter it for training.
Work together as a team or company to sweep away the heretics.
Those fear warriors who perform well in sweeps will receive more rewards and assume more responsibilities.
Now, the internal cleanup work has reached the final stage, and we just need to proceed step by step.
But he had to speed up temporarily.
The enemy is coming, faster than expected, and the number of troops is also quite alarming.
That is the fleet of the Black Legion.
As for why Ron was able to receive news of the enemy's attack so quickly, it was because the Black Legion fleet followed the route map he carefully planned.
Many reconnaissance points were set up along the route, and every move in the area was under his nose.
This is the reason why he chose the Black Abyss Star in the first place. Under the influence of the subspace storm, there are very few routes that can successfully reach here.
Even if the enemy knows that there may be problems with the route map, or there is an ambush along the route, they can only follow that route obediently.
Otherwise, they would have to slowly find a suitable route in the fog of the storm.
This process is estimated to take several years or even decades, and it will also face the invasion of subspace natural disasters. Whether it can be reached safely is unknown.
After all, even the ship Dream in the golden age of mankind spent several years exploring before finding a suitable route.
It will be even harder for those Chaos fleets to do this.
Ron looked at the latest information and showed a smile:
"It's quite interesting to be in prison. Knowing that we are short of manpower here, you sent it all the way to me."
This is simply a big gift package.
The prosperity and development of Black Abyss Star is inseparable from the great plunderer. Most of the resources used to build this place were plundered from the Black Legion.
Many fear warriors are also part of the black legion.
Now when Black Abyss Star is worried that there are not enough soldiers, the other party has sent more troops in time, which can be said to be a timely help.
“Hey~ I have to thank people when I have the opportunity, it can be regarded as a courtesy...”
Ron wondered whether to give Abaddon a pennant or something like that after the war, to thank him for his selfless dedication to the cause of the Dread Legion.
After joking for a while, he returned to seriousness and issued combat orders to the Black Abyss Star and the core defense nodes.
Joke aside, it is not an easy task to eat that Black Legion Chaos Fleet.
He must compete with the enemy for time.
If the Ark of Omen cannot set sail in time, then this war will evolve into a difficult defensive battle, leading the Dread Legion to an unknown fate.
…
A few days later.
Soul Engine Center Hall.
Ron walked along the passage and could see huge runes, red chains, ritual altars and shrines dedicated to Diavolo.
Ah——
A shrill wail came.
He followed the sound and saw a weird demon.
The demon's body is bound in brass, gears and pistons, fused together in a horrifying way, constantly struggling to escape.
After noticing the malicious gaze projected by the Dark Prince, the other party stopped moving as if in fear.
Afraid of offending this terrifying existence.
"What is that?"
Ron asked curiously, pointing at the demon twisted in the machine.
"My dear, those terrible things, we call them 'ferrymen'. They are both the crew and the ship itself, and they are integrated with the ship."
Kaur Chou He glanced at that evil and hateful look and shrugged:
"You know, this ship has a weird shape, and the machine spirit is difficult to control. It's almost crazy. Even Lord Xiaoling can't adjust it easily. OK.
No current array of meditators or mortal minds can handle this ship, so they can only rely on demons to keep the ship running.
There are nine thousand similar abominable entities on the ship, and it took us a lot of effort. "
Ron looked at the struggling "Ferryman" demonic entity and frowned: "These things don't look very reliable..."
"Waiting for you to take control. With the engine core out of the way, these abominations will stay true and you know they are the ship itself. "
"Hey, can the number of these things be increased? ”
"The genius Kaul has calculated it, and now the number of abominable entities is optimal. If we continue to add more, I am afraid that resources will be wasted in vain, which is not very cost-effective."
Kaul subconsciously retorted, not liking anything that is harmful to him. Design questioning.
"If it doesn't work, forget it. I just think the current number is unlucky."
Ron mentioned it casually, did not dwell on the issue, and continued to move forward.
Kaur reacted with some regret.
He chased after him: "It's not impossible. How about thirteen thousand? It's in line with the great holy number!"
This guy secretly cursed himself for his depravity. These are all new budgets. If I cast more, wouldn't I be able to make a fortune from it and subsidize my own projects?
"Yes, you have to figure it out. You should pay attention to these in the future. Even if it is a dark creation of chaos, you must also pay attention to the degree of loyalty in the design."
Kaur evaluated the new budget , cheerfully: "You are right, my Lord Dark Prince, we must be loyal to the great...that existence!"
He did not dare to say the emperor's name directly.
And these two guys are unaware of the blasphemy involved.
Not long after.
Ron arrived at the core of the hall, where a tens of meters high soul-inducing pillar stood, with the giant ship's soul engine underneath it.
The two are closely linked.
Call did not approach, but stood firm at a safe distance:
"That is the control center. It requires your power to start smoothly. From then on, this abominable giant ship will obey your will."
Ron sat on the mechanical throne without any hesitation and said dozens of words The cable stretched out like a poisonous snake and pierced his body.
This scene suddenly reminded him of the Golden Throne.
When you originally designed the module of Ark of Omen, did you probably refer to that thing?
澎~
He suddenly output evil energy, and the cable absorbed the dark red evil energy from the demon body, and then injected it into the soul-inducing pillar.
The pillar of hatred was lit, and the surging dark red evil energy penetrated into the void.
The soul-inducing pillar is the blazing supreme beacon in the subspace, which is equivalent to the evil version of the small star torch. But this is not enough.
The evil energy of the Chaos Demonic Body alone cannot continuously output energy for the soul-inducing pillar, and can only be used as a medium of communication.
Subsequently, Ron anchored the dark side of the small sun and used it as the core energy source.
Huge evil energy enveloped the entire hall, and countless dark red semi-mechanical nematodes were spawned in the soul-inducing pillar. These things continued to spread to more areas of the ship.
That is a dark creation called Demon Steel Nerve.
They will explore and penetrate the hull, internal machinery and operating systems of the giant ship, releasing silicon threads with subspace properties.
Then they are entangled and twisted together to form a cable similar to a flesh-and-blood synapse.
As the magic steel nerve plexus continues to stretch inside the ship.
With the help of these strange neural cables, Ron also gradually understood this abominable giant ship, injecting his own will into it, forcing the chaotic machine souls to surrender one after another.
The "ferryman" demonic entities or crew members responsible for commanding the machine souls were also entangled in neural cables, with trembling limbs and protruding eyeballs growing around them.
And more fluttering fluff that is highly sensitive to the warp.
All of these are connected to each other under the pull of the magic steel nerves, and are finally integrated with the preset control center.
Those ancient weapons, shields, mechanical arrays and network systems are gradually awakened: weapon systems based on digital probability principles, neutron shields, anti-ballistic teleportation heavy cannons, particle beams, quantum communicators, etc.
A large number of mechanical systems from various eras were put back into operation.
But most of these things are incompatible, and there are a lot of gaps or conflicts between them.
Fortunately, Kaul led the black machine oil guys to install weapon turrets, shield generators, communication arrays, and even hangars and additional energy engines at vacant locations where attachments could be added.
Under the command of the control center, many devices can operate independently without interfering with each other.
Not only the interior, but the appearance of this abominable giant ship was also affected. Under the influence of the evil energy of the dark side of the little sun, it gave birth to more mutations.
A ferocious demonic horn grew on the bow of the ship, and more chaotic flesh, scale carapace, and bone spurs grew along the hull, and dark red demonic flames ignited in many areas.
The shape of the entire giant ship has undergone tremendous changes, and it more closely matches the image and style of the Dark Prince.
“Is this the dark casting technology?”
Ron was shocked by everything he had cast with his own hands. Compared with human casting technology, the dark casting technology on the Chaos side is obviously more advanced. Direct and thorough.
Chaos corrodes too quickly.
The only drawback is that the thing must be built first before it can be further corrupted and transformed.
This is equivalent to a second transformation.
What is even more tragic is that the Chaos side often does not have a mature industrial system, and can only fish for wreckage in subspace or plunder human mechanical creations for secondary dark processing.
Rumble——
The Ark of Omen started and sailed forward slowly, its shadow covering a large area of airspace.
All beings who witness it will involuntarily feel fear in their hearts.
That heralded the rebirth of this giant ship of hatred, and Ron gave it a new name - Heart of Fear.
It will fight with the Dread Legion and bring more destruction to the enemy!
Soon after, the Heart of Fear left the dock with its army loaded with troops and sailed away.
Bridge Hall.
"Is anyone here yet?"
Ron was lying on the throne, with many unrecovered holes in his body, and his whole body was a little weak.
To activate the heart of fear.
He outputted too much evil energy in a short period of time, and the magic steel nerves also had a certain impact on the demonic body. Even physical recovery was difficult, and his whole body was weak and empty.
It is quite dangerous to continue like this.
In a world of chaos, one must always remain strong in order to suppress those unruly warriors or resist the assassinations of Chaos assassins.
"Sir, the black sages are here!"
The Dark Thunder Guards hurried in with several black creature sages, with complex mechanical devices floating behind them.
Several of those black machine oil guys were once members of the Savior's Biological Cloning Laboratory and presided over the cloning of the Chaos Demonic Body.
Now the establishment has been transferred to the Black Abyss Star.
Soon, the black creature sages became busy. They inserted several conduit cables into the back of the Dark Prince and continued to input black matter.
To promote the recovery of the cloned body.
This is a carefully prepared chaotic substance that matches the absorption capacity of the Chaos Demonic Body, and is approximately equal to amniotic fluid.
Ron felt much better after the emergency infusion and stood up from the throne.
He used evil energy to hold the infusion machine and walked to the war sand table. In the picture composed of black flesh and blood, a red punctuation point was extremely dazzling.
That is the Dark Star, an important node planet controlled by the Terror Legion, and the only node leading to the Black Abyss Star.
If it is captured, the enemy can use it as a logistics base and passage to further attack their home base, the Black Abyss Star.
Now, it has become a battlefield.
Ron hopes that the abomination giant ship Fear Heart can successfully arrive at the battlefield before the situation becomes worse...
——
Subspace storm area.
Dark De Star.
Boom, boom, boom—
Many Chaos warships were bombarding each other, with green light and torpedoes and cannonballs covered in rotting flesh intertwined, and flames erupted from time to time.
Obviously.
The Black Legion's Chaos Fleet has the upper hand.
Hundreds of battleships and their attached battle groups enveloped the Dread Legion fleet like dark clouds. They continued to advance the front with overwhelming force, forcing the Dread Legion fleet into a more dangerous situation.
At the same time, the Black Legion also detached an elite force to attack the planet where the Terror Legion was stationed.
Attempt to destroy the planet's defense array.
This puts the Dread Legion's entire defense line at risk.
Command ship bridge.
“When can we fight back!”
Kron roared, feeling unspeakable aggrieved in his heart.
Today's war situation does not reflect the power of the Dread Legion at all. It can be called the most humiliating battle since the establishment of the Legion.
“What are you anxious about?”
Lu Yang, the wise man of the legion, stared at the war sand table, not missing any details: "Everything is going according to plan, and it will be time for you to take the field soon."
"You guys always create chaos, Deceiving the world with nonsense words..."
Keron obviously still doesn't trust this former Tzeentch warrior. The other party has deceived and teased him several times before, and then made everything a mess.
"That happened in the past. We have long abandoned the Lord of Changes. Please don't stereotype us."
Lu Yang was full of confidence and revealed some fresh vocabulary: "We The deception of the wise is directed at the enemy. For our comrades-in-arms, we abide by the creed of honesty and friendship..."
He subconsciously wiped the triangular eyeball trophy jewelry on his body, which exuded a gentle blue evil light.
That is a symbol of wisdom.
Even wise men cannot resist the temptation of trophy jewelry, because it represents the success of plans or conspiracies again and again.
Every time a plan or conspiracy is implemented, it can bring them more sense of accomplishment and strength.
Suddenly, Lu Yang observed the changes in the war situation. The formations of both sides had reached the expected position.
He immediately reminded:
"We can fight back, maybe this will go smoother than we imagined!"
The next moment.
Cron's voice roared in the channel: "Quick, rush over and join the gang to fight!"
The Dread Legion's Chaos Warship rushed towards the enemy under gunfire, while firing more Terror Claw.
A more intense gang-hopping battle began.
……
Black Legion Chaos Battleship.
Boom——
The hull was melted.
"Kill!"
Several fear warriors roared into the ship corridor and met three Black Legion soldiers head on.
The ferocious armor and legendary accessories of these warriors intimidate the enemy.
Just when the Dread Warriors tried to attack.
The buzz of power weapons came out, and the two Black Legionnaires fell to the ground, and the battle brothers behind them attacked them.
"Brother, don't shoot, it's one of our own!"
The Black Legion soldier took out the recruitment notice and stuck it on his chest, as if it was a medal of honor.
(End of this chapter)