Chapter 128 In front of the Gate of Steel, the Red Legion arrives
The Gate of Steel, three hellish weapons made of adamantine and ceramic, surrounded by flames and destruction. As one of the core creations of the Mechanicus, this imperial defense force is mysterious and slightly deified, but in the end, everything like this All turned into the "arrogance" content of the Mechanicus.
Vice Admiral Marcator has been wandering in the void for a long time. The soldiers on the ship are tired and the transport ship has no place to stay. The Adeptus Mechanicus refuses their login requests time and time again, leaving him humiliated in front of his flagship, the Colonni.
The fact that the Imperial Guard was denied access to the port was more stinging than the lack of supplies. They were here to protect the world!
Lieutenant General Marcato's hand smashed on the wooden table in front of him. In a place like this, wooden furniture is not cheap, not to mention that it is a handmade luxury product, but Lieutenant General Marcato's arm was smashed on it. There was a small crack showing how angry he was.
His lieutenant replied calmly. "Your Majesty the God Emperor, General, calm down. Those Mechanicus are not originally under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Military Affairs. In addition, during this period, our Astra Militarum has been invaded, harassed, and weakened. If it were not for Karu City, Support us, we already exist in name only, and under such circumstances they are naturally arrogant..."
General Makator fell silent. He could not deny that in the storm of subspace, they lacked manpower, supplies, and even their equipment could not compare with the PDFs of individual worlds in this sector.
The Triangular Curtain of the Adeptus Mechanicus is also a huge structure that can destroy dozens of battleships. Today's Astra Militarum really does not have the strength to be too tough in front of them.
The so-called cooperation and respect are based on strength. Although the Astra Militarum is indeed an important force in this star system, the Mechanicus who have been here for hundreds of years is the local snake. It is difficult to suppress a strong dragon, so we can only endure it. The soldiers had random thoughts about the inability to dock, and the transport aircraft driver complained time and time again that there was never a place to dock the ship.
General Makato couldn't help but sigh. "Those mechanical creations actually shut out the Imperial Guard. Unless they turn on their communicators now, apologize to us, and take the initiative to undertake supplies and mechanical maintenance after landing, I will let them give back today's experience one day! ”
But even if they say vicious words, unlike the Astra Militarum running around, the Adeptus Mechanicus are much more passive unless valuable knowledge suddenly appears in front of them.
The adjutant replied at this moment. "There is external communication, from the Skitarii. Can it be connected?"
Marcato was in a bad mood, and he didn't bother to look good to those oil guys. "Shut them up."
The adjutant emphasized at this moment. "It's an apology."
Makato raised his head in confusion. "Do they still know these two words? What's going on? You bombed them with cyclone torpedoes?"
The adjutant shook his head. "Let him explain."
The communicator was turned on and linked to the empire's playback equipment. In the command room full of messy wires, the buzzing mechanical sound and the smell of pipe energy flowing filled the air.
A light green picture slowly appeared, and a 3D projection of a highly modified Mechanicus data craftsman wearing a robe and holding kraft paper in his third hand was projected in mid-air.
"Holy Xanax Om Messiah, Your Majesty, your application for entry into the port has been approved."
"God Emperor, who made you change your mind, my respected Lord Mechanical Sage?" Marcato was in a slightly better mood and was still interested in complaining.
The data craftsman did not answer too much due to his arrogance, but continued mechanically. "We will be responsible for the maintenance and docking of the Imperial Guard. The next heretic invasion requires our cooperation."
It was hard to imagine that such words came from the mouth of the Mechanicus. Before the oil in their bodies drained away, Marcato still felt that their humanity was only about the size of a little finger.
"Praise to the God-Emperor. When the Pangia subsystem encounters such a disaster, it is really best for the Imperial Guard and the Skitarii to unite as one. But I dare to ask, what are you coveting?"
Makato would not give them too much face. This was revenge from before. The data craftsman only remained silent for a moment before answering. "The lieutenant colonel gave us a lot, and we returned the gift normally."
Marcato nodded. He probably guessed that he was the only one with the ability to make the Mechanicus obey him. It was also in view of this that he arranged for Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer to serve as the commander, and even replaced him in his position. The entire infantry establishment and armored regiments of the Imperial Guard.
"I hope he didn't pay too much..." the lieutenant general closed the communication and muttered silently. He was thinking about how to compensate the loyal Skadi's only regiment, but compared to this, he was now more eager to let the soldiers stationed at the Steel Gate. .
The imperial warships slowly moved towards the creations that the Mechanicum was proud of. Those bloody and terrifying macro-cannons and light spears stared covetously, like a terrible nightmare surrounding the void. Defenses made of adamantine and ceramic steel wrapped around those natural creations. Make them war machines.
Lieutenant General Marcator was both pleased that they had so much fire support and fearful of the power and power of the Adeptus Mechanicus, although they were certainly loyal.
The gods ignore everything in the dark void. Maybe one day the Mechanicus Church will betray, maybe it will be the Astra Militarum, maybe it will be the remaining Astartes. No one can say clearly, but everyone has a vague feeling that if the Empire comes again Such a cruel incident would inevitably disintegrate, and the Emperor probably wouldn't be able to tell why until the next time human civilization roamed the stars again.
There is no unity within the empire. If the original body returns, then things may be better. At least the Mechanicus will not shut out loyalists and must give benefits before they can come in.
The corruption of the empire has penetrated deep into the bone marrow and buried into the skin, like a terminal illness. Such a run-on event is even more unbearable and crazy for the Astartes, and the Astartes' arrogance makes things even more intensified. The irony is that the Chaos Gods cannot be filthy. The minds of superhuman demigods, but the High Lords can accomplish things that even the High Lords cannot.
Conflicts, suspicions, and fears in people's hearts are the root of the increase in the power of Chaos. When Vengar, the former Red Angel, demigod, Astartes warrior, traitor, and former Star Claw, he is now the commander of the Red Corsairs. Standing on his own Chaos flagship, he reached his limit in just two years.
He realized that after the failure of mortals in this galaxy that year became a scar on his honor, many of his achievements were stagnant, but he had to admit that Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair taught him a lesson. , how to love soldiers as sons is something he was very lacking before.
The bright red wine glass came with his supplies. He changed servants, but he was still the Iron Guard. Obviously he had a soft spot for those noble soldiers. He held the supplies in his dark palms and drank the wine. "How long until arrival?"
replied the mortal servant. "20 hours."
Vengar waited for a long time. After that escape, the chaotic subspace hurricane swept them into a void of nothingness. But what awaited them was not despair, but a huge force that could rule the entire Maelstrom and counterattack the Empire. .
He soon realized the beauty of this matter. The Blackheart King also had a real deputy. Under the joint command of Veengar and Huron for the legions, the Red Corsairs were devastating the territory of the empire.
"Full speed ahead, but watch out for overheating engines. Report to the runesmith and have him heat that thing up."
the mortal servant asked uncertainly. "Sir, the military here should not be strong. According to our star map, there is only one forging world in this star system that barely has defense capabilities."
"It takes too much energy to drive that thing, and our attack pace will be slowed down because of this."
How dare a mortal servant suggest that? This is something that rarely happens among Chaos Space Marines. Maybe those guys in the Eye of Terror slapped the mortal in front of them to death when they encountered this, but Veengar said.
"You were transferred from the Imperial Guard from the three hundred worlds that were subsequently conquered, so I don't know. The guardian force of this galaxy is not simple. Listen to me, otherwise things will become uncertain."
"We need to fight quickly and end the matter as quickly as possible." A trace of resentment flashed in Weingar's eyes. It was his biggest shame in a hundred years. He wanted to take it back from an imperial officer all day long, and even because of this And can't sleep peacefully.
Blood debt was paid with blood, and the resentment of the three hundred battle brothers who slept on the dark green gem wrapped around his body like a nightmare. The betrayal of the most trusted mortal made him never dare to touch others again. If he did not overcome that inner demon, The world will not give him success either.
Dozens of battleships slowly drove in and approached. Pulled by the sublight speed engines, those behemoths covered the empire's star field. They included light spears and cannons, torpedoes and assault ships. Hundreds of battle brothers led a large number of former Imperial Guards. The traitors will bring blood and carnage to this sector.
Among the huge group of battleships, a dark shadow loomed in the void, like a whale swimming in the void, but those battleships were just small fish.
They approached smelling the smell of blood. Those wounds were the conflicts between the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicus. Although they were gradually healed because of Alan Bair, the gap would not disappear in a short while. Lieutenant General Marcato looked at the supplies. A lot of promethium in the list was stuffed into the creature column, and a lot of words about Om Messiah were mixed into the prayers of the God-Emperor for allocating soldiers, and his anger gradually increased.
"Adjutant, I have left my wife and children to protect this galaxy for about 2 years, but the Mechanicus here treats me like this?"
The adjutant was silent. This was a complete cultural difference issue. Anyway, for the Mechanicus, the things above might be excellent supplies.
Those large containers were transported in one after another, and it was true that the priests carefully wiped and prayed to help the war engines of the Imperial Guard. However, people's conflicts often did not occur because of their good intentions.
If people could understand each other without obstacles, the world would not be so bad, the adjutant quickly put forward his opinion. "We can give the fuel here to other worlds in exchange for food supplies."
The lieutenant general shook his head. "We are soldiers, not businessmen. Even if we are hungry, we cannot have a battleship or a soldier leave the war zone, not to mention we are still the main force."
Marcato's will is indeed good, but this idea cannot solve practical difficulties. The Mechanicus also faces this problem. The degree of mechanical transformation of their skitarii is at least 30%, and the people stationed here are all elite. There was little food for humans.
Although the supply ship prevented them from experiencing food shortages, the rations during the battle were definitely not enough. Fighting on starch cubes would demoralize naval soldiers.
It is precisely because General Makator knows what war is like that he is so angry at the actions of the Mechanicus, even though as a high-ranking member of the empire, he is very aware of the situation of the Mechanicus.
But now that he has a place to stay, he should be grateful to the God Emperor. His anger is barely suppressed. However, if the war falls into a long tug of war and the Imperial Guard's supplies are cut off, it will inevitably lead to failure, and their military strength cannot tolerate everything going wrong.
But this dark void didn't give Makato much time to think. Just one day after settling in, the auspicious device detected the enemy's invasion.
The flashing lights in the command room indicated that the destroyer had detected the enemy's position, and Marcato turned on the communicator. "Report."
The other person answered. "3 There is... what what?! God Emperor! The world of demons, the world of demons!"
A buzzing electromagnetic sound came from the communicator, and Makato looked extremely ugly. "The Dominion Skitarii, prepare for battle. According to the coordinates and location given by the signal, the enemy will enter the range in about an hour."
The hustle and bustle of war once again filled the entire void, and the once peaceful place became restless. The warships that had just landed to rest set sail again after the priest's blessing, and the Imperial Navy, which enjoyed a hint of natural gravity, put on its military cap.
The number of approaching enemies was not very large, and the oriole shone brightly, clearly marking all the enemies of the empire.
"10 destroyers, 16 cruisers, 4 battleships...one flagship..." Marcato took a deep breath. He looked at the enemy's deployment. The imperial battleships also slowly moved forward. When the war engines reached the battle void, Before, that kind of suffocation and depression was enough to make the recruits collapse.
But today's Imperial Navy is used to it. The firepower of the Steel Gate guards this place, and the Orc warships are also ready to go. Although their military strength is not an advantage, they will definitely lose easily.
"Five kilometers...three kilometers, two kilometers, one kilometer, volcano cannon shooting!"
War Curtain, Steel Gate, the huge creation guarding the world of the empire shoots out fierce heat rays. The huge energy is like a knife that cuts things far outside the field of vision. It sizzles, penetrates the void shield, and cuts the ship structure. In just three rounds, three asteroid-level fortresses destroyed an enemy cruiser. The huge energy consumption of such an attack also caused the volcano cannon to recover for a long time. Unless the God of All Machines complained, it would be difficult to fire in a short time.
After the heretic battleship turned into fireworks and exploded in the void, General Makato used the communicator to shout to all the imperial soldiers. "The battle begins!" (End of this chapter)