Chapter 1031 Unexpected Supporters
“This war is over.”
Hale Raynor whispered:
“We have no support, no orders, There is no goal. If we are caught by the empire, we will die without a burial place. The empire's fleet is expanding every day. I don't want to face them under such unfavorable conditions."
"They. We won't be found, this place is secluded enough, and we can wait until support arrives."
"If we had that barely decent fleet a month ago, I would have agreed with you, man."
Heller Leno's character is not as aggressive as Ossie Bravo's, but vaguely The picture still couldn't hide his sneer - although it wasn't obvious, it was still there.
“It really makes me lose face to fight in the nest! Can I say that you cursed others so that you can run away on your own? Yes, I admit that my fighting skills are not very good, but at least I have not betrayed anyone. Right?"
But Bravo smiled evilly and said:
"You should have admitted this earlier and let me command the fleet. We might be able to do some tricks to support the war commander. .”
"Ha, every bastard looks upright and awe-inspiring in public."
Aingra Speer snorted.
"You have never been a person who can accept orders from others kindly. The Warmaster only assigned one commander, and that commander is me."
"Then I wish you the best. Good luck to the fleet."
The silhouettes of the two captains flickered, a sure sign that their reactors were operating at full capacity.
"Anyway, Iongraspey, I'm sorry, we can't stay here anymore."
"It's easy to say that."
Iongraspey Er said coldly.
“How should you explain this to the Warmaster.”
“I think the Warmaster will understand us. After all, we suffered unbearable defeats under the command of an incompetent commander. , Goodbye.”
The hologram was interrupted.
Aingra Speer stood stunned for a while, then staggered back two steps and fell down on his command throne.
"What a pathetic loser."
Marco glanced at him from afar, then shook his head and continued his work.
Although it didn't make much sense anymore, Iongraspiel ordered everyone to go to combat stations in case his former brothers decided to raid his ship for supplies, even though it was obvious that they had There is nothing to loot, and there is plenty of rags for everyone.
The two men didn't fire either, almost certainly to avoid alerting the Empire conveniently rather than out of any sense of camaraderie.
Quietly, the Holy Corrosion and the Wild Howl ignited their thrusters and left the cemetery.
“And then there was only one left.”
Iongraspeer said softly:
“Only the Ceaseless Wrath and the Death Ship bleed in the void. ”
His eyes watered from the flash of energy, but he didn't have the energy to wipe them away.
"Everyone, I want this ship to prepare to leave as soon as the engine resumes operation. Send men and horses to other ships to replenish our ship's full crew. We have to go it alone."
"My lord."
"Get me that useless wizard."
Marco hesitated.
"No one knows where he is, my lord."
"Why?" "A subspace accident caused him to disappear directly into the cabin."
" You know.”
Ion Grasper poked Marco with an armored finger.
"If you are not the most useful person left on this ship, I will kill you, you know that, right."
"I know very well, my lord."
"Find the wizard and get him here now."
At this moment, a burst of energy pulse suddenly burst out in the void. Aingra Speer could see clearly that this was subspace. Engine flash.
The energy from the subspace jump at close range flooded the communication channel and auspicious device, the maintenance system sparked a large number of sparks, and the dim lumen lights on the bridge flickered.
Although the armor glass viewing openings were dimmed, it was not enough.
Aingra Speer squinted his eyes, the light burned his eyes, and he noticed that the two ships preparing to leave suddenly stopped moving.
Perhaps they thought the Imperial fleet had arrived and frightened them.
But Aingra Speer didn't think so. It was really an imperial fleet, and it would not jump out of the subspace at such a close distance.
Sure enough, a huge battleship jumped out of the subspace first. Dark energy and evil undead surrounded the red and black hull in a disturbing way.
The ship's symbol, Iongra Speer, is familiar. This group of people has built a reputation in the Eye of Terror in recent years.
They used to be called the Crimson Sabers, but now they are called the Crimson Slayers——
“The Great X of Slaanesh, why are they?”
Under the surprised gaze of Eingra Speer, one battleship after another left the subspace rift, two capital ships and five small battleships. It cannot be said that there are more, but at least there are more than them.
What surprised him even more was that the two warships that were about to leave actually turned around and came towards him again.
"Probably because he is afraid of the dark and eats the dark."
Marco commented so, and Aingra Speer deeply agreed.
“I didn’t hear that the Warmaster invited them.”
At this moment, the correspondent who had been scared to death screamed again.
“The other party requested to board the ship, a Thunderhawk.”
"Tell him, let's chat from a distance first."
"The other Thunderhawk has already left the flight deck."
"Shit! What's the hurry."
Helpless Under the circumstances, he could only collect a dozen of the more energetic guys from the defeated generals, reluctantly formed a guard, and then went to the flight deck to greet the "guests".
About ten minutes later, people arrived——
Kranon the Merciless, former Chapter Master of the Crimson Sabers and now Lord of the Crimson Slayers, the Empire's "Outstanding Young Astartes" second only to the Black-Hearted King Huron in the forty-first millennium, strode proudly into the on the deck of the Infinite Fury. (The ins and outs of the Crimson Saber are too long, so I can only briefly mention them here)
Twenty elite warriors wearing Terminators formed a tight formation around him. Eingraspeer and his bodyguards dispersed.
These elite warriors of the Crimson Slayer are known as the Marauders of Draznit. They are favored by the Dark God. Their armor is decorated with the runes of forbidden heretics, and their ferocious helmets make them Looks like an angry demon.
In the entire Chapter, they are equipped with the best weapons and are more powerful than other Chaos Space Marines. At the same time, they are willing to sacrifice the lives of their comrades to gain status in the hearts of the Destructive Force, only obeying the orders of Kranon. command.
Appearing from the center of the Guards, the Heartless walked forward, holding his helmet under his arms, revealing his pale, corpse-like face.
(End of this chapter)