Chapter 133 In the name of the Red Angel, I beg you that the ancient soul void war is over
The beam streaked across the entire void like a sharp star piercing into the hearts of the heretics. The data explored by the Empire's loyalists made the attack accurate and deadly. Although the sizzling sound could not be conveyed through the void, it could not be conveyed through the void. The explosions and flames set off by that miserable heretic battleship are so beautiful that people will never forget to leave.
Regarding the death flames ignited by his loyal soldiers and the failure of the heretics, General Makato screamed at the captain on the other side of the communicator. "Captain, did you see it?! Did you see it?!"
But the captain on the communicator who had escaped from the gravitational field despite the G-force was already unconscious and lying in the driver's seat. The Bordeaux was also in tatters due to the burning of the atmosphere and the forced escape from the gravitational circle. This disaster-ridden situation The battleships have completed countless great actions, but this time it is still one of the most dangerous things they have ever experienced.
But if we want to say that their only misfortune is probably that they can't see the core of the Omen Ark exploding, powerful spiritual power bursts out in the subspace, and those twisted and disgusting things set off a wave of waves in the physical universe, and the resulting The impact caused all nearby alien warships to suffer electronic equipment malfunction and destruction due to the force.
Battleships in close proximity collided with each other, communicators completely failed, psykers' heads exploded, and soulful beings vomited. Only the Chaos Space Marines remained calm and deadly.
However, the Imperial Guard did not know this situation. They also lost their reconnaissance capabilities due to the influence of this energy. In their eyes, they only saw the terrible core of the hell world penetrated by the beam. The strong energy was enough for them to recognize. All powerful stuff.
The mood turned into cheers, they shouted. "Emperor! For the Empire!"
"Those damn heretics!"
"Heresy!"
No words can describe their feelings, so they became a little speechless and started talking nonsense. But don't worry, it's not that they have become heretics, nor is it chaotic and filthy, it's just that these people are too happy.
But Makato was still worried. Firstly, he didn't know what the captain's situation was. Secondly, the star map was now dark. He didn't know what the remaining strength of the heretics was. Without the help of the orcs, their strength was still weak. There were no battleships in this star system. Production capacity, for safety reasons, soldiers should be put into ground warfare to protect low-Earth orbit and forge worlds.
If nothing else goes wrong, those heretics will soon be at a disadvantage in a war of attrition, but he is still wondering if he can take advantage of the victory now and eliminate all the effective forces of the heretics at once.
Opportunity or trap, victory or defeat, his soldiers still have six battleships, but there are dozens of enemies. The orcs can no longer believe it, the Bordero is missing, and General Marcato has no backbone for a while.
He looked at the dark heretic battleship in the distance. Just as everyone's eyes were focused on the huge Ark of Omen, his thoughts had already gone further.
"War, Adjutant, give the order to the entire remaining fleet to approach the remaining enemy forces and destroy those enemies!"
The adjutant knew the risks of doing so. Even if the Ark of Omen had been shut down, the war firepower above was still there. To destroy the enemy would mean that they would not only have a military disadvantage, but also have to be surrounded and suppressed suddenly...
But he is only an adjutant and will not hesitate.
"The communication lines have all been opened and adjusted. The auspicious device is being restarted, but we are ready to attack, General."
It has to be said that a victorious general will always use his intuition to take accurate actions. He does not need to win every battle or do everything perfectly. He only needs to make the most important choice, one choice at a time. repeat.
The real winner will be as if protected by Valkyrie (Valkyrie), with a beast-like sense of war.
But he is not the only one who is a smart commander, and the changes in the battlefield are also like a nightmare. In the Ark of Omen, it only took a few minutes for Veengar to go from stunned to calm. He had seen all the deaths of his battle brothers, and naturally he also Will be afraid of too many surprises.
"Dimensional Blacksmith, how long will it take for us to restart our energy and electronic equipment?"
The Dimensional Blacksmith replied. "For about an hour, the machine soul was silenced by the powerful energy, just like eating a powerful machine soul erasing bomb."
(EMP. Pulse interference. At the end of the 40th millennium, people believed that such interference weapons caused mechanical failure by attacking the machine soul)
Veengar replied. "It's too slow. We must prioritize restarting the weapon system. The enemy is approaching and the Imperial Guard will not miss this opportunity."
"First of all, is our equipment completely disabled?"
The dimensional blacksmith nodded. "Yes, all our equipment was destroyed due to the strong psychic impact, and the psychics also died due to such movement. We don't even have a navigator to take us back to the main force."
Weengar thought that an ordinary commander might have given up. Now that the Omen Ark is dead, the enemy is approaching, and the fleet has completely lost its communication capabilities and long-range navigation capabilities, he should have given up completely.
"Cancel the binding circle, I want to talk to the machine soul."
The dimensional blacksmith's old and mutated cheeks immediately twisted in reply. "No, brother, no. The machine soul of this battleship has been bound for thousands of years. The anger and resentment cannot dissipate. If you see her, she is powerful enough to kill you."
"We can't lose you, and the Red Pirates can't lose you."
"I have given up. The fleet failed because of me. Huron gave me boundless power and rights, but I messed up things. Blacksmith, you don't understand. Cooperating with the machine spirit is our final plan, lead the way."
The Dimensional Blacksmith still has fear and admiration for the Machine Soul. It is only through his understanding of the world and the existence of machines that he can understand that in his eyes Veengar is a stupid guy, but indeed, they must communicate if they want to continue the war. Machine soul.
"Please come with me."
Thick power armor stepped on the inside of the battleship made of adamantine, and those filthy and evil dark creatures flashed in the unlit corridor, but for demigods, those things can be completely ignored, regardless of whether they are physically caused by them. The attack is still mental.
On the contrary, those chaotic creatures will even be afraid of the two supermen in front of them. Subspace creatures are such existences. They bully the weak and fear the strong. They will covet the souls of mortals, but they dare not have the slightest thought about the Space Marines.
The two giants walked through the filth and distortion. Without the protection of electronic equipment, the mortal cultists were torn apart and preyed on by the subspace creatures that existed here. Veengar saw those things and quickly realized that those things tasted If they find human flesh, they will actively attack humans under the light.
He raised his chainsword and instantly killed the thing between a beast and a subspace demon with murderous intent and violent physical attacks. The sizzling meat was scattered all over the ground.
"How merciful, brother." Dimensional Blacksmith commented.
Veengar wiped the blade from his hands, his eyes showing no mercy. "It's just that mortals have more uses than being eaten. Those damn subspace creatures are not worth tasting human flesh and blood."
From this point of view, whether they are traitors or Imperial Guards, they all just hope that humans can survive in this cruel void, but they choose different paths, but not everyone is as clear as Alan Bair. Only the Chaos Gods cannot be trusted...
When they stepped into the location of the ritual that bound the soul, those chains, skulls, and flames used powerful spiritual energy and terrifying rituals to bind the terrifying machine soul with structures that mortals could not understand.
Even for the traitors of Chaos, the soul in the space hulk is still an uncertain, crazy, and twisted thing. He is the gathering of souls of countless battleships, a crazy beast synthesized by chaos in the subspace, and the spiritual energy in the chain. The flames are the physical manifestation of the machine soul.
"How powerful..." Wengar felt the spiritual flames emitted by the mechanical creation. His soul was as powerful as the shining stars. Even if he looked directly at the thing, his eyes would feel stinging.
"Blacksmith, untie his part."
The dimensional blacksmith swallowed. He raised his hand and recited those ancient and powerful spells. He swung his hammer and smashed his arm.
"The gods have awakened, restrain your soul!"
Ding ding!
"The Red Lord, calling your soul!"
Ding ding ding!
"Awake, my servant!"
Sparks flew everywhere, as if cracking in a furnace of war. The temperature of the sparks alone was enough to melt fine gold. However, Weingar did not care and stepped forward. Inside this huge room, a huge flame of fifty meters was emitting at this moment. "sound".
That was not something created by his vocal cords, but his spiritual power. His tens of thousands of years of life had allowed him to completely transform into an intelligent soul, and the battleships in the Dark Ages probably had AI, giving them human consciousness.
There is no male or female in his voice, no right or wrong, no good or bad, only the cruel, terrible disgust and anger towards the intelligent life that forged him.
"Space Marines, why are you here? You bound my soul and manipulated my body. Now that I have been severely injured, you come here to manipulate my mind?"
Veengar yelled. "I am the former Red Angel, the adjutant of the Red Pirates! The servant of the Blackheart King, the commander of the Star Claws!"
"I am a person gifted by the gods. I am not worthy to control you?"
Battleship Soul replied. "So what? I have seen human success, failure, expeditions, and betrayals. I have seen the twisted turbulence of the subspace. I have seen the glory of the Eldar and the plans of the gods. But you have only survived a few years." A waste who has not known the honor of his ancestors for hundreds of years.”
"I am fine iron, you are flesh and blood, we are incompatible."
Veengar yelled. "We have lost, and the Empire is approaching. If you don't help us, your battleships will be dismantled by the Empire, and your past will be turned into scrap metal and put into the forge. You don't think that your lingering body can resist the Imperial Guard. Or angels? ”
Machine Soul changed his tone for the first time. "So what, you are nothing but a slave. I wish to die more than now."
Veengar held out his hand. "We cooperate, you get killing and freedom, we get victory and revenge."
"Let the flames surround and burn the world, the human empire is destroyed, and your machine soul and body can once again drift in the endless void."
Machine Soul asked. "Why do I believe you?"
Weingal said. "I am the Red Blood Angel, I am the Red Corsair, I am... a Space Marine, I swear my honor, my future, my destiny, my master."
The machine soul was silent. After a moment, the huge space hulk became bright again. The machine soul's powerful spiritual energy and its ability to control the body allowed the usable parts of the huge hulk to be activated again.
The roar, the light, and the warp creatures entrenched on the battleship also retreated, and the cannons could be used again, but without the psyker engine, the battleship temporarily lost its ability to move.
Veengar bowed. "Thank you, can you tell me your name? You are so old, you should have."
Machine Soul replied. "The empire and I are at odds with each other. If you insist on calling me by my name, just call me [Merovingian]."
Veengar nodded. "Merovingian, cheers to our cooperation, now, brother dimensional blacksmith, untie him."
The dimensional blacksmith still hesitated. "Yes..."
Veengar yelled. "Unlock the Merovingians!"
The dimensional blacksmith raised his hammer and smashed the remaining binding runes into pieces. In the void, the huge Heretic Ark suddenly shined brightly and fiercely, shining like a star. At this moment, he became more powerful than before as the Ark of Omen. It is now more powerful and terrifying, and its machine soul has returned to its place.
"My Emperor!" Marcato shouted immediately. "All loyal warships return to the Steel Gate!"
Violent energy, booming cannons, and the return of evil Ark energy. Those weapons are indestructible and terrifying. They are incomprehensible. The attacks with the anger of the machine soul make the mortals in the battleships hit by their weapons feel sick and crazy.
At this moment, the captain was still unconscious on the Bordeaux, and he heard a beautiful female voice speaking in his dream. "Merovingian has awakened, and the machine spirit is roaring. Captain, wake up, wake up."
The old captain opened his eyes instantly and touched his nose. The blood had dried up, leaving a sticky mark.
"What am I...doing?" But before his mind could clear up, he saw violent light spears hitting his shield, and General Makato's shout.
"Come back, Bordero, come back, those heretics have restarted their equipment!"
The captain immediately got up and slapped the unconscious crewman awake. "Asshole! I'm better than you, now hurry up and sail!"
Those ignorant navy members immediately woke up when they saw the light spear grazing the shield. They had seen this scene countless times and analyzed the situation in just an instant. "Right full rudder, return to the Steel Gate!"
The Bordero's engine roared, moving quickly forward in the void, approaching the steel gate of the empire.
At the same time, most of the empire's warships also retreated to the safe zone. At this moment, the traitors and loyalists insisted. The traitors were unable to initiate a subspace voyage to retreat or leave. They also had few warships left, and they did not dare to challenge the still-terrifying Steel. Door.
But the Imperial Guard could not get close to the firing range of the Ark of Omen. With such suffocating persistence, the Imperial Guard could only believe that the traitors would give up the attack because they had no supplies, or that the follow-up troops of the Red Pirates would come.
But Marcato still stressed in the communicator. "We have won. We are outnumbered, and the enemy still has such terrible things, but we still win. The Emperor bless us. I have applied for new supplies. Let us rest and feast in front of the heretics. Think about it. Those heretics are now trapped on the hulk with no food, haha!”
The captain was now back in communication range and nodded in reply. "Yes, I can provide wine!"
Marcato said. "You're back? Hero!"
the captain replied. "I am not a hero, Bordeleau is..."
Marcato replied. "Here we go again, your navy always does this, okay, cheers to the Bordeaux!"
shouted the remaining tens of thousands of people throughout the Astra Militarum. "Cheers to the Bordeaux!"
And in the void, a graceful white-haired woman flashed past, raising her glass to the remaining troops of the Imperial Astra Militarum...
In the dark universe that follows, whether they will survive or fail, whether the traitors occupy this area or the Imperial Guard will win, everything remains to be determined.
Weingal said as he looked at the stockpiles in the warehouse. "Dimensional blacksmith, prepare the assault ship. We will form a Space Marine force that does not need supplies, then bypass the Iron Gate and attack the forge world directly."
Dimensional blacksmith said. "Do we need to work so hard for mortals?"
Vengar looked at the Astra Militarum and the Iron Gate in the distance. "Yes, if we want to win, we must let the mortals wholeheartedly..."
A new bloody storm is about to begin, plunder, death, and darkness will always be the theme song in this universe, it will not stop, it will not stop...
I seem to have written the Middle Ages and 40,000 together...
(End of chapter)