Chapter 200 The Red Pirates’ General Offensive
The death of the aliens turned into fireworks and colored the entire void, and those dark and terrifying things were swept away. The combined force of the Imperial Guard and the Tau still had a full 300 battleships, although it was not an advantage to the remaining Red Pirate flagship force. But it can still resist for a long time.
The Imperial Guard had to breathe a sigh of relief, but it was not a good thing for the Tau. This alliance was not strong. After the collapse of the Eldar, the Tau actually wanted to quit.
In the command room of the Imperial Guard's Steel Gate, Shui was enjoying the joy of survival and his virtual image couldn't help but say. "Congratulations on the great victory. We will not join the Empire's occupation of the Eldar, nor will we continue to stay in the Empire, but please let us use the Mandeville Point to leave, otherwise our alliance may change"
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This is what happens when there is no consistent interest. As for Titanium, the Red Pirates and Titanium have no deep hatred and will not attack them. As long as the Red Pirates are not stupid, Titanium can completely eliminate them.
The Imperial Guard is not a fuel-efficient lamp. They are friends now and enemies tomorrow. It doesn't matter to them. As long as those Tau are ready to leave, they can't even think of walking out of the Steel Gate.
The situation was tense. As long as the Titanium started the engine, the Imperial Guard would fire their weapons, but Alan Bair, who was playing with the Eldar poison crystal gun, said. "Whatever rewards those traitors give you, the Imperial Guard will give you more."
said the tau. "This is confidential, we..." They thought for a moment.
"We are only willing to disclose relevant information to Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer."
Alan Bair looked at the color of the sparkling poison crystal under the promethium lamp and answered. "Okay."
He walked to his private room. There was a good level of confidentiality here, and the channel was also switched to a private channel.
Shui Shi said, "He promised to give us the history of the human empire, a long history of ten thousand years, and its related documents, and those things will be determined by our anti-counterfeiting certification, and then sorted and sent to the home world. ”
Alan Bair scratched his head. "Did you know that among the Red Pirates there are veterans from 10,000 years ago? If you use their loincloths to carve something, you can't tell whether it's genuine or not."
"And you work so hard just for a few things that look like cultural relics?"
The top management of the Tau Tribe and Water Caste were silent. They were fulfilling their responsibilities, but facing a group of old people who had lived for thousands of years, this new race did not have many choices.
Alan Beyer strikes while the iron is hot. "Do you believe me? I can tell you the real civilization, which started 20,000 years ago..."
"Twenty thousand?!" For a young race like the Tau, such a long timeline is like a fantasy. Even the most primitive legend of the Tau has been proven to last less than 10,000 years.
"Humanity has used AI and electronic equipment and is proficient in it. Humanity has established a multi-racial alliance at the galactic level, even accommodating the Eldar and Greenskins." Alan Bair said, and the man swallowed his saliva.
"I can't believe it. If what you said is true, okay, it's worth it... We won't leave, but please tell us what you know." The senior management of the Shui family bowed and concentrated on consulting those secrets...
But one family was happy and the other was resentful. After the main force of the Red Pirates got the information, the matter became strange. You know, they originally planned to enter the battlefield after the battle situation stabilized, but only half a day later, the Tau suddenly betrayed them. The clan also fled in all directions, and the greenskin losses had already been taken into account, but this matter was not in the thoughts of the traitors.
Sir Ruthvan stood up from his inferior Scarlet Throne in disbelief, and under him were batches of cultists and traitors, some of whom were fallen Astra Militarum, and even Inquisitors and Psykers who were bewitched by demons. They are even more distinguished guests, but now those people can only lower their heads.
A big defeat, although the aliens are weak and incompetent, but ask yourself, can they do it! One hundred versus six hundred, even a wheel battle is exhausting enough.
"Is this the force that defeated Vengar?" Sir Rusfan smiled bitterly. He always felt that he was more like a descendant of the Blood Angel than that guy, even if he was not a Space Marine, but claimed to have inherited his spirit or something.
But he had tried his best to pull this rotten empire out of hell and destruction, but now he was embarrassed by the smoke spewed by that damn old machine.
"Damn it! Damn it!" The anger made him start to smash his own things. Even though he regarded the huge flagship as his soul, his rage could no longer be stopped.
Things flew out randomly and were embedded in the wall due to the strange power caused by the mutation. The influence of the subspace made his teeth reveal fangs and his fingernails became slender, like that of a demon.
"Attack them, attack, press them all, attack in formation, move A forward, align the cannons, and fire up the light spears!"
Those bloody things and the slow roar of the warp-filed Imperial engines, the Chaos Gods doted on this team, and its warships bear many marks from the four destructive powers, composed of fallen nobles, traitors, and psykers. The team was formed, and its warships were also mixed.
They are not sophisticated craftsmen, at least there are many civilian ships among them, such as imperial transport ships. They are merchant ships, cargo ships and support ships. They shuttle on space routes and carry the lifeblood of the empire.
From dozens of transport ships in a planetary invasion, to hundreds or even thousands of transport ships participating in the Gothic War. The simple transport ships are as crucial to the victory of the war as the powerful battleships they support.
Although transport ships are slow, poorly maneuverable and poorly equipped, they are often used for self-defense in battle.
Fighting in an impossible situation, such a battle will inevitably bring huge losses to the transport ships, because they simply cannot match a dedicated warship.
But their huge numbers are the core of the Chaos troops, and the large number of mortal cultists and slave troops are the wealth those guys plundered from the empire.
At the same time, there were also a large number of armed cargo ships and giant battleships equipped with large-caliber automatic cannons and a small number of cannons, but they were only one kilometer long.
But in addition to such garbage, the Chaos traitors also have a large number of Moon-class cruisers and several Inquisition black ships. The Inquisition's black ships are special "strike cruisers" used by the Inquisition.
They are not to be confused with the Adeptus Astra Telepathica's fleet of black ships, which are responsible only for collecting psykers throughout the Imperium and transporting them to Terra.
The Black Ships of the Inquisition serve a broader purpose, serving as agents of Imperial justice and ensuring that all Imperial laws are fully upheld.
Common ships of the Empire have armored prows, used to provide protection when ramming or approaching enemy ships, and are painted with gray steel paint.
Other ships of the Empire always sail with lights on to prevent collisions, and will turn on more lights during battle to "illuminate the enemy."
However, black ships don't have any of this: they don't have any lights (no pilot lights or signal lights), their hulls are painted black (literally "black ships"), and they have blunt bows. The history of the Black Ships predates their use by the Inquisition in the 41st Millennium.
Their existence was noted as early as the Horus Heresy, when Death Guard loyalist Nathaniel Garro once described her as such.
"The fleets of the Septons Astartes are the swords that slay the enemies of Terra, and the Black Ships are the hammers of the Witches."
The irony is that those things smeared with the marks of the Chaos Gods are slowly moving forward towards the empire. Those inquisitors who once represented the human elite joined this path under the bewitchment of demons and the annihilation of the Inquisition. They have completely turned away from those who once protected the empire, but they are still powerful executioners.
In addition to those powerful things, the escort aircraft carrier is still a powerful force that cannot be ignored. This behemoth was transformed from a cargo ship. Its internal cargo warehouse was converted into an armory, which can carry hundreds of void fighters, such as the most classic furious fighter.
Although this force is not elite, they do not have destroyers. They are all modified with civilian armed forces. Except for those, they are directly a large number of cruisers and a few very few strategic ships.
Massive, troublesome, and deadly are their destined choices, as if they are not human and have become other races, with a hint of madness.
The red color dyed the panel of the auspicious device. They came without any cover-up and came with the premise of starting a war. They are all human beings, but traitors are traitors.
Makato looked at the augury meaningfully. The war was about to break out. It was rare for the Tau, the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicum to stand on the same position, but there were more people than him who had smelled it.
In the darkness of the void and far away from the battlefield, One Eye caressed Merovingian's core, his big green face grinning, and he realized that this matter could be an opportunity for them to leap.
The orc boys have waited too long, and the Blood Axes are hungry. As long as they reach Mandeville Point, they can receive the signal from the previous teleportation anchor ship, and then use the jump engine to leave this area.
"It's been too long, I can't stand it anymore!" the orc colonel complained to One Eye.
One Eye just said. "Nothing, don't worry, humans and humans, no matter who wins, we can win."
"Boys, how's the corner equipment going?"
"waaaaahhgboss!"
"It's ready. This is the biggest, most waaaagh thing we can make!" the tech master replied.
The so-called collision angle is just a huge bulge made of many scraps from Merovingian body. It has far exceeded the size of any human creation, but it is essentially just a mountain of garbage. Yes, one was simply sewn, welded, and used with a large amount of Garbage was piled up across a mountain of orc garbage that was as big as a continent.
This crazy thing is the only attack method of the Ark of Omen now, and it is powerful enough to penetrate the planetary engine of the same level with one blow. It only requires some garbage and more whims.
Orcs are such creatures, they are cunning, greedy, stupid and...
horrible.
In the void, the battle between the Imperial Guard and the red pirate traitor troops has begun. They are completely unaware of the orcs' plan. They only shoot alternately with their light spears. A mixture of terrible dissolved metal and human flesh and blood drips from the battleship, like a meat grinder. The void war continues.
The electromagnetic gun and Steel Gate's firepower is powerful, and those Imperial civilian ships are even more vulnerable. Under the cover of the Steel Gate, the Imperial Guard has advantages everywhere.
The huge group of battleships biting each other in the void erupted with light that was clearly visible to Pan Lan. The Founding Governor stroked his daughter's head and looked up from the ground.
"Are they fighting?" Arya asked.
replied the Governor. "Yes, the Astra Militarum is a thorn in the flesh of those traitors. They are as incompatible as fire and water."
"The long time and battle are just for the fireworks in the sky today."
His monitor looked at the sky. The thick and blurry atmosphere could not prevent the people on Panlan from witnessing the miracle of war. There were no stars in this world, but now sacrifice and death had created a clearly visible "Galaxy" that stretched across the equator of the entire planet.
It's so beautiful, yet so creepy, because what's twinkling is not stars, but life.
The Imperial Guard pressed forward at this moment. They gained a strategic advantage and used it to move forward. The leader of the red pirate nobles cursed, but the disadvantage could no longer be changed. The Imperial Guard and the Steel Gate completed the miracle of 1 against 10, and the Imperial Guard The emperor slowly praised his children's brave gesture from high in the sky.
Victory is in sight, and the light of the stars expands outwards even more, the Governor smiled. "We are going to win!"
Arya asked. "If the Imperial Guard loses, will we choose to surrender?"
said the Governor. "We refused once, the second time, and the third time. We are different from those groveling insects. We have seen the light and can no longer succumb to the darkness."
Yes, the light is moving forward. The honor of the Imperial Guard and the light of the Astra Militarum are attacking with the anger of the Emperor. After the noble's strike cruiser was bombarded by the light spear, he hurriedly insulted the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Navy, Especially titanium.
But the disadvantage was irreversible. The Bordero defeated countless traitors in front of him. Alan Bair proposed next to the captain to smash the opposite deck with a cannon, and the void shield was paralyzed with the help of titanium.
Victory was close at hand. General Makato lay happily in the command room. He looked at the reinforcements that would arrive in two days and took a sip of coffee.
"It's really bitter, but it's rewarding. No wonder he likes it..."
Makator is a hero, and he can now let go of the burden. He wrote a letter of appointment, entrusting Alan Bair as the commander-in-chief and commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum Provisional Expeditionary Force, and transmitted it to the Imperial Guard's database using a tablet.
Soon this order was known to everyone, and Alan Bair responded. "Holy shit, this job is so tiring, I don't want it!"
Marcato simply said. "There will come a time when you need to take over my duties."
But when he was about to say the next sentence, the oriole made a rapid roar.
Astropath linked to the receptors, he shouted. "There is something, it's so big, a planetary engine, it's... the Ark of Omen?! It's hitting us?!" (End of Chapter)