Chapter 186 The Steel Wall of the Empire

"How far is it..." One of the flagships of the Red Pirates, to be precise, is the bright red battle barge, the honor of the Space Marines, at least the former honor, the command point in it, where corruption and disgusting things breed, the throne made of steel, Dye red with blood, like a metallic rose.

As a commander, a mortal was abnormally commanding the entire army. He was not a Space Marine, nor were his men. This pirate fleet was not Huron's army, but its minions.

He wears a gorgeous military uniform, holds a power saber, has an arrogant temperament, blond hair, and fair skin, but he is definitely not a human being. To be precise, as long as he is a human, he can feel that something is wrong with him.

His fair, tuberculosis-like skin and lavender pupils represent that he has mastered psychic energy. His special appearance makes people instantly connect to the legendary monster that has been conveyed from the era of Terra to the present day, but he is definitely not it.

And he is a sinner who betrayed the empire, and he is also a self-proclaimed savior. He was once a noble of the ancient Terra of the empire, and his ancestors experienced the great era of the Great Crusade with the emperor. He became the one who chased Horus and his like into fear. The descendant of a loyal follower of the Eye, but he was born in the chaotic subspace and no longer looked like a real human being.

The history has been blurred, and there are only stories passed down orally from the family. His face mutated, his mind was contaminated by chaos, and he even betrayed the Astartes Legion he once served, snatched a great battle barge from the 30k era, and defiled the people on it. all.

Because one of the Chaos Gods, the Great Mighty Slaanesh, was so dependent on his family, he had such abilities. The Chaos witchcraft inherited by his family even gave Space Marines a headache.

At this moment, he ordered his barge to be the Star Curtain, and joined the forces of the Blackheart King as a navy, and was proud of the oral stories of his family. In his eyes, he was the true heir of the empire...

He knew the ruined human history, got the story of the Primarch from his ancestors, and had witnessed the power of subspace, but he was not afraid of those things. Instead, he felt that he could use the power of the Chaos Gods from the highest heaven to transform this The ruined empire is in the bag.

He even formed a quite large pirate army, and as its master occupied a quite large star field, and all the credit for this was because he joined the Red Pirates, the former Claws of the Stars!

I have to say that the reason why Huron was the Lord of the Red Pirates was to recruit troops and quickly expand his scope. This was also his most powerful point, employing talents rather than relatives.

Even if this arrogant guy joined, he only used his sword skills to kill the mortal servants who followed Huron. Then he followed Huron's principles to collect all the defeated soldiers, and won the first place in the physical universe as quickly as possible. A pot of gold.

"Sir Ruthfan, we have thirty minutes to reach the Ark of Omen area." His butler, a young man with a delicate face, about 14-5 years old, wearing a retro tuxedo, his body has not mutated, compared to It is "pure".

He pierced his arm with a complex tube, and the blood was continuously output, sterilized at low temperature, filtered, and then ticked at the outlet of the equipment in front of him, falling like wine into a goblet.

But this guy is his younger brother. To be precise, in terms of biological relationship, his family swallows each other's blood and is proud of it. Unlike the empire's human supremacy, this perverted vampire family has been from the first generation From the beginning, Count Degu regarded physical mutation and spiritual awakening as honors. Those with a low degree of change were his "drinks" rather than "blood relatives".

Of course, this is also something gifted by the power of the Chaos Supreme Heaven. At first, it may just be that they found that such survival of the fittest is suitable for inheriting better genes. Later, their belief in this matter began to make such perverted behavior come true...

Using distorted standards to turn their relatives into props and slaves, and flaunting the superiority of their bloodline, this kind of education must start from a young age until the end of their lives.

The bright red "drink" that the young man handed over was also favored by the nobleman named Rusfan, and considered it the foundation of his noble blood.

He drank the bright red stuff, and the chaotic filth and viscous body fluids swayed in the wine-like goblet. He was clearly sucking the lives of others, but his expression seemed as if the young man in front of him should be grateful to himself.

"Why are you shaking?" He wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and the housekeeper replied. "My Lord, the Ark of Evil Omen has disappeared."

Rusfan's fingers trembled, and his emotions became intense. He couldn't help but stretch out bright purple nails on his fingers, extending abnormally. This is also a characteristic of their family's genetic mutation. As long as he is emotionally excited, he will not be able to control himself. mutation characteristics.

"What...how is it possible? That is...Lord Huron's treasure..."

He crushed the cup, and the sharp fragments could not scratch his seemingly weak skin, leaving only the smallest mark. "That's enough, it should be the good deeds of those Astra Militarum troops..."

"It's unforgivable. The disappearance of that noble planetary engine will become a problem for our legion. The record will be stained with bad marks. That useless guy Veengar, luckily he is still the son of the Red Angel."

"Go ahead at full speed, get close to the Steel Gate, and let the greenskins attack the outpost. I'm fed up with those chattering guys. I had no intention of recruiting them into the army. They are just fine as cannon fodder."

"Herald, those who are guarding the First Fleet will go forward and tell them to kill an imperial ship, record it with a recorder, and give them enough teeth as a reward."

Under a heavy reward, there must be a brave man, not to mention that the greenskins are inherently greedy. This is also the alien method proposed by Huron, stopping at the surface, trading, trading, and cooperation, but not going deep.

At the end of this dark 40th millennium, people have the same understanding of the aliens. Since their betrayal of mankind's once great history, no human sovereignty will open its arms to them again, no, never again.

Humanity's disgust and hatred for aliens have been buried in the bone marrow. From the desperate betrayal in the Dark Ages and the subsequent 10,000-year-long enslavement and plunder, they have added insult to injury and massacred citizens, and finally turned into the corresponding hatred of humans for 20,000 years.

Regardless of whether they are from Terra or any corner of the empire, whether they believe in the Chaos Gods or the sole God-Emperor, for humans, aliens are the most disgusting things in the world.

Use them, enslave them, convince them, in a duet of violence and profiteering, the kind of music that drives the orc leader's thick metal arm to pull the lever, and the engine driven by a simple mechanical structure to spit out black smoke, even the best The Mechanic Priest also couldn't understand that this was a vacuum, and the smoke came from there, but that thing just existed.

It's a tattered machine, but it doesn't look rough inside. There are various customized and enhanced components, a big red button for one-time acceleration, a transmission system and a tractor beam generator, etc.

The various capabilities are dazzling. In contrast, if a human warship wants to complete the above things, it requires the efforts of tens of millions of people in the Imperial Navy to mobilize pistons, overload engines, and lower traction.

Humans still don't know how the orcs do it, but they can indeed install trap equipment that is almost sensitive to error in a seemingly uninhabited room, killing the enemy accurately without hurting their own people. Of course, they can He doesn't care about hurting his own people, as long as the guy who installed that thing sees it hurting people, he will be happy enough.

Orcs are such simple things. Now they have to fight, and they get money for fighting. The more they fight, the more they beat and the more they get, the more they get!

Excited, the blood flowed excitedly, the orc leader was eager to try, and the boys were even more happy. "Let's do it ~ waaaaaghhh.!"

"waaaaaaagh!"

This tattered flagship, the killing-class conventional cruiser, is the flagship of this pirate force. It looks like a dark beast with an open mouth. The front is painted with a tooth-like painting in a humane way. It is equipped with cannons and heavy cannons, and is also fired from the side. The torpedo, this flagship was even more impressive by inlaying the teeth of a Leviathan hive monster they picked up on its spaceship to make it look like a "unicorn".

In addition to the flagship, there are dozens of other killing-class cruisers, but the other warships in this unit are all simple-class light cruisers.

A small Imperial-like light cruiser that first appeared in large numbers during the Third War for Armageddon. Like most Ork warships, the simple cruiser looked tattered and highly customizable individually and equipped. There are many strange orc weapons used to ram or attack enemy ships.

Many of these ships were converted from captured Imperial Indomitable and Dutiful class hulls, but to loyalists, the "comical" modifications on them are particularly laughable.

But in fact, the invasion formation composed of light cruisers is unexpectedly powerful in terms of aggressiveness. They are like wolves and wolf packs. The orcs can be very united under the leadership of the war leader, and the fleet number of close to a hundred can also provide Their considerable firepower can even threaten strategic-class cruisers.

In particular, they are equipped with torpedo boats or real torpedoes.

This unit is a nightmare for the enemies of the Red Pirates. They have torn apart, chewed, and chewed up countless enemies, and they still haven't stopped to this day.

The orcs are gradually approaching, but the auspicious omen of the Iron Gate has been turned on from time to time due to the war, with a low hum and bright red punctuation.

"Enemy attack!" A loud voice spread to countless battleships in the Imperial Navy, including the Bordeaux, as the central command flagship, Alan Bayer stationed as the escort force, and the captain and he served as commanders at the same time. .

This kind of mixing is actually very strange, especially the one that has changed its direction and ignored the sacredness of the Empire. It was written by the Primarch, Robert Guilliman, and made him want to slap himself to death. It can be said that it is the most sacred thing. The book, the Codex Astartes, to be precise, is the holy book for all the armed forces of the Empire.

It was he who prevented the Imperial Navy from mixing with the Imperial Guard, prevented the Imperial Guard from touching the Imperial Navy, prevented the armored regiment from touching the infantry regiment, and prevented the infantry regiment from touching the artillery regiment.

Let’s not talk about the convenience of having a few mortars in the infantry regiment. Let’s talk about the empire’s poor infantry-tank coordination. Doesn’t Mr. Robert have some credit?

However, in the not-too-distant future, the great Primarch will soon realize that the decline of humanity has reached the point where this Codex is useless, and now the Imperial Guard in this sector has reached a point where it is necessary to break the old rules. Condition.

Alan Bair also knows that at the end of this dark forty millennium, those in the High Lords Council cannot tolerate the emergence of any large new groups. No matter how loyal they are, this is no longer something that the Imperial Guard can consider now. No matter what the high lord said, now that the galaxy is burning, they have no choice but to fight.

shouted the captain. "The energy output is fully activated, and the light spear array is preheating."

"The battleship moves forward, contain the enemy, and be careful of torpedo attacks."

"Pay attention to the augur, intelligence is our advantage!"

The battleship slowly moved forward, and a small force of Indomitable light cruisers and Sword-class destroyers formed the front of the battleship's sharp blade, ready to strike and launch torpedoes like a blade.

Bordero controls the core force composed of Moon-class and a large number of Moon-class modified cruisers, about 70 in total. The Cologne and Armageddon-class strategic cruisers are sitting at the main gate. Ten thousand people are not allowed to enter lightly. .

In the messy communication channel, the chatter of countless battleships was mixed, all of which were discussions among high-ranking officers of the Imperial Navy. "Why did the Ark of Omen disappear?"

"Who knows, it might just be a conspiracy of heretics, and it will be covered up by water and soil!"

The Imperial Navy were chatting and understanding each other. The strong understanding made this channel chaotic but ready for action. They did not need orders, they only needed to communicate with each other to coordinate. The secret was to only do their own responsibilities and do their responsibilities to the best of their ability. good.

"Be alert in the space ahead, engage the enemy..."

"Target confirmed, it's an alien force, a green-skinned light cruiser! Launch!"

Flash, the light spears and cannons in the void burst, and thousands of giant steel beasts bite into a mass. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a myth of creation. The fierce light is as dazzling as the stars shining in the endless void, and each explosion explodes. All represent death.

The cracked adamantine swayed in the void, and the radiation indexer made a clicking sound due to the constant firing of each other and the fireworks of the engine exploding.

The orc boss shouted with a bad accent. "Boys, use long cannons, and use big cannons when the distance is close." The long ones are the main cannons of the empire, and the big ones are plasma cannons or shotguns. Orc cruisers do not have light spears, so the penetration effect is slightly poor, but they The favorite rams and torpedoes are extremely effective in close combat, giving loyal troops constant headaches.

As for the Imperial Guard, the captain's experienced judgment is used. "We distance ourselves, use cannons and light spears to consume the enemy, and the destroyers use maneuverability to maneuver around."

Alan Bayer said. "We don't have time. The enemy's large forces will press forward soon. The orcs are not very morale. We should gather together to attack the opposite flagship."

The captain said. "We can't determine the location of the flagship!"

Alan Bair pointed to the body of this killing machine cruiser and said. "Look at this, there are such big teeth on it, it must be this one, hit this one!" (End of Chapter)