Chapter 130 Ark of Evil Omen
If destiny really has gravity, then the embodiment of this gravity in the Warhammer world is probably the subspace itself. The tides of subspace, storms, etc. bring countless people who have absolutely nothing to do with each other together, but its goal is only Tragedy and death.
Whether it is the anguish of the Chaos traitors themselves or the wails of the Imperial loyalists, it is a terrible blush for the Warp, which is never picky or hesitant.
The souls of Orcs, Astartes, and humans were twisted and gathered into crystals, which were greedily swallowed by the gods in Chaos. But humans have the Emperor, and the Orcs believe in making mistakes. The subspace can only plunder their feelings, but those fallen traitors cannot It really disappeared completely into the endless void and turned into nourishment for the gods.
But for Veengar, for powerful people like the Blackheart King, in their eyes, the death of their brothers is only because of their weakness. The gods are born with compassion for the mortals who have not given themselves to them.
This is also why Huron can seem to plunder countless benefits from the supreme sky time and time again without being affected, but such days are probably over.
When the boundless tide of subspace leads them to this place, this place where they failed, when they face Skadi's only group again, failure may be inevitable.
Veengar's heart was filled with haze. For the demigods, failure seemed like yesterday. How could they challenge their limits again and again.
"Orcs? Why orcs?!"
He couldn't understand why those aliens were dressed as Imperial warships, nor did he know what evil consensus the Empire and the aliens had reached. The blood spilled by the battle brothers on the Ork warships was of no avail. Those things were numerous and warlike.
Their weapons and equipment, and the rules of the plan were not adjusted. In just a few hours of gang fighting, countless battle brothers were destroyed. Weingar watched the markings on the command room gradually extinguish, and his thick arms clenched their fists unconsciously. And the veins popped out.
"Can that thing be activated?" he asked, and the mortal servant replied. "Master Dimension Blacksmith said her machine spirit is still restless, and we need to wait."
"Wait?!" Weingar gritted his teeth. The anger and agitation resurrected in his heart, and he seemed to have turned back into the impulsive commander he was two years ago.
"Wait..." He calmed down again, because people are bound to grow, he becomes precise and terrifying, and will give his enemy a fatal blow until the opponent dies. For this, he can even bury himself in the magma and crawl.
"Detour formation, retreat, protect the rear, pay attention to enemy reconnaissance, and do not let our treasure be discovered. Before that thing can be activated, our troops must hold on."
The wind in the void has reversed. Of course, there is no so-called gas flow here, but war is always a wind direction. When those prairie fires and death fall in one direction, boundless pain and struggle torture all the creatures here, that kind of wind Something will blow out that is suffocating and crazy.
In the moment when the traitor heretic battleship retreated, the fury of the Imperial Guard came quietly. The light spears, cannons, and those deadly things tore open the void shield and attacked the damn metal and the battleship body that were twisted by the corruption and mutation of the warp.
The heat turned the fine gold into magma and threw it off the warship moving at sub-light speed. Those things were quickly cooled due to the zero-degree vacuum, and then hit the imperial warship chasing the enemy behind, and hit the green-skinned warship...
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Fire, keep firing, those deadly things are like raindrops sprinkled on the metal surface of the battleship. In this universe at the end of the 40th millennium, human beings are still killing each other and wrecking their fellow citizens, just because of faith, survival, etc. The primitive things have remained unchanged since people first learned to polish rocks.
"God Emperor!" Marcato looked at the star map that was getting brighter. With the Emperor's blessing, their strategic area was getting bigger and bigger, and the Mechanicus' shooting became more and more accurate. When those damn heretics were still roaring, they survived. Yes, although it is unimaginable, those green skins have made a lot of contributions.
The plan to kill the donkey is put on hold for a moment, those damn aliens are indeed useful. "Get ready for the second round of bombardment. We move forward to press the enemy's heretical survival line. The greenskins are outflanking backwards. Their garbage is still full of fuel. I didn't expect that, God Emperor, I need to fight for the empire with those things. War.”
"Adjutant, what kind of enchanting soup did the lieutenant colonel give them? I can understand the Mechanicum, but the orcs..."
The adjutant looked at the endless void outside the command point, only the light of flames and explosions. In this place where the light of stars is dim, what else can produce miracles? He thought for a long time and answered.
"Maybe it's the emperor's blessing..."
At this moment, the communicator beeped, and it was the voice of the captain of the Bordeaux. "Lieutenant General, the Bordero came to escort us. The battle is going well, and the Emperor bless us."
"Major General, I haven't seen you for a long time." Marcato replied.
"Of course, you gave me to that boy and my partner, she Bordeleau." He complained, but the captain didn't show any hesitation or dissatisfaction. He knew very well that his life was worth it.
Marcato replied. "What, do you think it's unfair?"
said the captain. "I think you are unfair to the navy of other battleships."
"At this point, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have seen many miracles."
Makato muttered softly. "I should thank you..."
Then he turned on the communicator and changed it to the general channel. "Everyone in the Western Theater Command listens to orders!"
At this moment, the war is getting more and more intense. The minced meat before was just an appetizer. Now is the moment of life and death. General Makato used the majesty of the emperor and the destiny of the empire to order the loyal navy. When those compatriots became traitors, By now, they were no longer human, he shouted with determination.
"The Emperor is above us. We have seized victory. It is unbelievable. We are outnumbered and have insufficient supplies. However, the Mechanicus and the mysterious Imperial warships work together with us. This is a miracle of the Emperor."
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"Now, we still need to do one more thing, finish the tail of this work and wipe away the excrement of those heretics in our star region."
The sound is like a roar, entering the hearts of thousands of men and women in the empire. Their disgust and resentment towards heretics have now reached their peak. The response of those loyalists seems to have passed through the boundless void and reached everyone's ears, even Makato The general's quiet command room.
That sentence was a matter of course, and it was a cry so grand that it could penetrate half the galaxy without any problem. "For the Emperor!"
If will can be turned into matter, then the roar that shakes the world and the thought of sacrificing oneself can tear those heretics into powder. Unfortunately, such behavior is the prerogative of the Chaos Gods. This universe has never meant anything to humans. It's not gentle, it's not Terra, it's not the Emperor, then humanity will use their own style to retaliate against the universe.
Flames, wars, and deaths turn the entire galaxy into a furnace and hell, making everything burn. What subspace, what evil god?
Traitors deserve to die, aliens are stupid, gods are greedy, then fire, shoot, chop down, drive chainsaws and war engines, take vengeance on those things, take vengeance on those things that have robbed mankind of countless honors and hopes, take vengeance on those who took away Through the wisdom of mankind's dark ages, the traitors of the Golden Age Emperor were avenged.
There is no resentment for no reason in this world, no misery for no reason. Whether it is the human empire, the gods of chaos, or the aliens and heretics, they all deserve to die. In this terrible universe, no one is alone and no one is innocent.
This place is like hell. All living beings, as long as they can move, grow and become stronger in the process of torture and torture, persecution and persecution. Everyone in this universe and void is an enemy and a sinner.
The heretics waved their swords at the loyalists of the Empire, and the Imperial Guards fired artillery fire at the heretics. When the alliance between the Orcs and the Empire ended, new conflicts would reappear, and those damned ones, those malicious ones, were constantly fighting each other in the void.
Vengar, a former Red-Blooded Born, enjoys this universe, enjoys this madness, enjoys this hell, and he also knows very well what he is waiting for.
"Are you not ready?" He asked this question for the third time. Although he was still patient, but the fleet continued to lose, he would not be able to retaliate against those damn Skadi people, although that world had been wiped out by his plan. , but his real hatred is not there.
He looked at the endless darkness in the void, and the explosions of that day and the shining regimental flag of the Imperial Guard flashed in his mind. "The Fourth Skadi Regiment..."
He wished those people would be burned to death in the flames, one time at a time, in retaliation for his lost battle brothers, but he was still afraid...
"Sir, you are ready." The servant replied, making his eyes brighten. He walked out of the command point, ready to enjoy the baptism of the most powerful force in the universe.
He will rely on that thing to ward off fear...
The transport plane flew through the void where the war continued. At this critical moment, how could the commander leave the command point? Of course, there would be a communication breakdown, but the soldiers on the evil battleships did not have a trace of fear, they said.
"Lord Venn is on board." The counterattack in his hands became more intense, but without a central command, their military strength was gradually inferior and their defeat became more complete. The war caused warships to be harmed all the time. What made Venngar choose leave?
It was a terrifying thing the size of a planet, surrounded by countless evil souls. The power of subspace turned the resentment of tragic deaths into ghosts surrounding it. The twisted structure and body made of adamantine and ceramic even produced atmosphere and gravity. field.
The illusory and real thing came out of the subspace, relying on demons to drive its origin, and the bloodthirsty machine soul was also strictly bound. In every war, the dimensional blacksmith had to reinforce it again and appease it, so that this terrifying war machine could be stabilized.
Vashtor the Creator, the Daemon of the Warp, the God, the Forger, the Mighty Lord of Wisdom, and even a place among the High Gods, the one who could compete with the most iconic four, forged this Terrible stuff.
This huge monster is not only the subspace beacon of the main force of the Black Heart King, but also the most important fortress. Even with him, the Red Pirates do not need any world as a springboard and supply point, although taking down those imperial worlds is not enough for them. is still crucial.
The traitor's transport plane crossed the sky with the logo of the Red Pirates, and the demons on the Ark of Omen even wanted to devour them...
When Veengar stepped out of the transport plane, countless densely packed blue metal threads filled the interior of the battleship like nerves. The Magic Steel Nerve is one of the most honorable creations of Vashtor, and it also composes and controls this ship. The foundation of a hulk.
It bound its machine soul with a protective magic circle, carved huge runes directly on the huge hull with high temperature, or used etching to arrange countless aisles and bulkheads inside the ship.
There are also some magic circles that install huge rune chains, ritual altars or shrines throughout the ship; more extreme ones even fill cages with bound blind wizards and enslave their power to achieve the above purpose.
It is driven by the psychic energy generated by the death of a psyker in agony.
No existing bridge design is capable of commanding a ship as large and bizarre as the Space Hulk, and no cogitator array or mortal mind can reliably operate due to long-term exposure to the warp. And the extremely twisted in-ship system.
Wherever the Demonsteel Nerve Plexus grows, there will be a demonic entity called the "Ferryman" combined with it to assume the function of the operator.
Steel and brass, gears, boilers and pistons, these parts merged in a terrifying way, surrounded by trembling limbs, bulging eyeballs and fluttering cilia that were highly sensitive to the warp. These entities are both the crew and the bridge itself.
In this weird place, at the command point, Wengar was close to the "captain" and the ferryman who controlled the core.
It was almost impossible to tell whether he was a demon or a human or something else. His body had no flesh and blood, only obedience to his master.
But in reality, their ultimate allegiance to any mortal is to fulfill Vashtor's will.
But Veengar didn't care, he said. "Get closer to that star, you monster."
A blessing in disguise, after the Red Pirates stepped into the chaotic subspace area, a grand temple fell in front of them like fate. After making countless sacrifices and deaths, they obtained a fragment that the Black Legion longed for. After Abaddon was satisfied with his gift, Huron also got what he liked.
A powerful, devastating, terrifying, ominous ark.
The huge planet moved slowly. Before, he was covered by the dark void and couldn't see clearly. But now his psychic power and his terrifying size made the empire's auspicious drone roar continuously.
"What's going on?!" Lieutenant General Marcato saw a large red spot on the star map, even bigger than the forge world he protected...
And he looked out the window of the battleship. There was no need for augurs or anything like that. The huge twisted metal was moving in the void, visible to the naked eye, as fast as a battleship.
"Oh God Emperor!" It was the first time for Makato to face a war with such a rude attitude. But as a mortal, it was the first time for him to see such a thing, and he fell into almost crazy despair.
Yes, that’s why I wrote Space Hulk before
(End of chapter)