Chapter 514 If you keep doing this, Bluebird will owe you a fight!
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When the Indomitable Starfort appeared from the defense range of New Badab in her proud and glorious majestic posture, with obvious traces of battle, alarms sounded and raised over the Tyrant's entire New Thorn Palace. defense.
The fleet in orbit began to gather, and the Hell Iris, an important property and base of the Red Pirates that was also originally a Ramirez-class star fort, began to close the port and activate his rituals that were twisted by subspace energy and the inanimate. Weird and bloody, but equally deadly weapons system.
The black market and camp at the foot of the palace mountain were in chaos. Many people took various ships to disperse and escape to the nearby asteroids in the void or any area that could obscure the detectors, and then carefully sent out spies or automatic oracles. Or, more classically, they use shamans, diviners, wizards or psykers to perform divine-jumping observations, and divine the fate of both parties in an attempt to make more accurate bets.
However, more pirates and warbands who are more familiar with and well aware of Luft Huron's temperament and his past achievements have chosen to stay in place as a member of the Red Pirates' defense circle: If the Pirate King of the Maelstrom can win, then The reward for this gamble will be extremely generous.
Of course, there were some differences between the leader of the sword dancers, Aitasia, and the pirate queen, Katya Salomba, about their whereabouts, but soon, because both of them shared a love of gambling and extreme adventures, An irritating temper, and, above all, Aitasia thought of something Honso had told him.
In the end, the fleets delivered to him by the War Blacksmith remained on the Huron side and were assigned to flank surprise ambush positions. Although their mobility was mainly concentrated on the pirate fleets, they had no influence on the planet. Fort is more familiar with it than others - at least in terms of void warfare and troop distribution, Luft Huron's command has no problem, and can even be said to be fair and excellent.
"It seems that this beautiful noble lady will eventually fall into our hands."
Katya Salomba stood on the bridge of her ship.
Next to her stood Aitasia. Although the latter knew something about it, his expertise was not in void warfare, so he, who had also become wiser now, chose to let the pirate queen serve as the fleet commander at this time, but He kept smiling but stood a sword's throw away from her, which showed that he didn't trust her that much.
But this pirate queen with questionable pedigree doesn't mind this kind of thing very much - Aitasia's sword is indeed fast and deadly, so what, being appointed as the fleet commander is also a new experience for the pirates. As both a swordsman, she knew that her chances of winning Etasiya's first attack were very low, but since everyone had the same goal for the time being, she would not do anything to deliberately attract the other party to attack. Salomba just has a bold lifestyle and likes to pursue excitement. She is not really drunk on the Dark Eldar combat medicine and has no brain.
Of course, she would only say this kind of thing in her heart, so what she said now would be very consistent with her "mask".
She used the tip of her bifurcated tongue to lick her lips, which were painted jam purple today. "I really can't wait to ride my flying machine through its central avenue again, wield my sword to harvest the heads of those big-headed soldiers who shot at me! Finally, kick open that magnificent but boring cathedral. The door is open! I will step on the backs of the slaves and the blood of the defeated to be the first to climb onto the throne and sit on it!”
"Hmm..." Aitasia, who had been observing carefully from a hidden place for a while with an auspicious array, made a strange sound.
"What's wrong, dear? Do you also want to be the first to ascend the throne? If you are willing to get drunk with me after winning the battle tonight, then I can't consider sharing this honor with you and staying overnight. "Salongba gave the leader of the sword dancers a habitual wink, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at his observation panel, hoping to get more information from it.
Ettasia was so accustomed to her flirtatious looks that she was indifferent, and he frowned under the mask.
"...Although..." He pondered, and the cool light on the auspicious panel shone on his new mask. It was a very classical face of a beautiful human man, handsome, elegant, with a marble statue. It's so solemn but also has a strange sense of sensuality.
Salomba suddenly had a strange feeling. She had never realized so clearly that Nosa Ettasia had served the false emperor, and the slender figure that he had been blessed with and mutated was not what he should have been. In his posture, he is now a slender stabbing sword with deadly poison, but perhaps, in a period of time before Salomba himself was born, the sword dancer once wore heavy power armor and waved Power sword and saber, and fought with passion and passion for the glory and victory of his father and master.
Fortunately, Ettasia spoke next, interrupting her whimsical thoughts.
"Maybe we won't have to fight anymore." The sword dancer raised his head, and the shrewdness and certainty of a strictly trained and experienced veteran returned to him. "Well... it should be very possible."
"How do you say that?" She leaned forward, but Aitasia did not avoid or push her away. Salomba, who had extremely keen intuition, always felt that something had changed in this sword dancer, but she could not tell where. , because Aitasia's appearance has only become more artistic, not a bad change.
"This shouldn't be the Ultramarines who came for revenge. Our crazy boss who made a bet with us and said that if he didn't succeed, we would inherit his legacy might actually succeed. I can't observe the prediction. The radiation signature of the heat and activated weapons systems, and besides the starfort itself, there was no other accompanying ship - no navigator's fleet, no frigates, no tugs, no supply convoys - and it was flying in a very It’s...unconventional, even too fast, come and see.”
"You mean he really won the bet he made with me?... Boring, I thought we could inherit his fleet..."
Salomba walked to the panel of the oriole array with a look of disbelief and doubt, and carefully observed the details. After a while, she exclaimed, "This speed... is almost as fast as the fastest in our fleet." How can a big guy like Star Castle fly at such a speed?! Are the war blacksmiths going crazy? Planets, meteorites and space debris! Even if its shield can block the smaller ones, look!
She tapped the tips of her blood-colored nails with the beautifully painted skull pirate logo on the two scanning light point targets that were about to touch the screen, "This! That's a space hulk that floated here before! That's too It's so dangerous that no one dares to stay for long...but it's big! They're going to collide! I don't think such a big thing can do it at this distance-ah--"
Then the sound coming out of Salomba's mouth was similar to the sound of a violin playing high notes and out of tune. Although the sound was actually very beautiful, she was so "ah" that she forgot to stop.
In full view of the public - or in other words, in the images of the many auspices and scanning arrays around New Badab, the huge star fort, which can usually be used as a warship to berth in the port, flexibly raised its front end to create an extremely perfect shape. ImmelmannTurn, and then performed a dazzling half-roll inversion as if nothing had happened, corrected the course again, and continued to drive towards New Badab at high speed.
——Now Salomba knows why even though the alarm has been issued, no garrison fleet or anyone on the road can stop the Indomitable from marching straight towards New Badab—— XX’s XX! So powerful, so powerful, who in the world can resist it, and how can it be resisted?
No, no, it can’t even be said to be a vigorous advance... This is called... Etasiya sighed for her at the right time: "It is really a pig's offensive!"
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Robert Guilliman, who was sitting on the mechanical command throne of the Indomitable Star Fortress, swaying his body and driving it happily, suddenly felt a strange and unprecedented subtle feeling in his heart. It was extremely subtle, and he could accidentally feel it. The kind that will be ignored.
The Primarch looked around doubtfully.
The naked eyes of his current body did not see any abnormalities in the empty command center. The hot Reka coffee that Vannas had just poured for him on the table was still smoking. Yes, it was right there in front of him. When completing the difficult racing and flying maneuvers, he even dedicated a bit of computing power to maintain the real-time adjustment and change of the internal gravity field to avoid spilling his precious drink - supplies here are too difficult to find, and it is difficult for his nephew to never know. He took out coffee and clean water from somewhere - and the Indomitable's vision and sensors, which were connected to his consciousness through wires and cable tubes, did not see anything unusual in the surrounding void.
As for the ships of various sizes and specifications that were waiting for him, he had already automatically forgotten them after calculating the threat level.
Could it be that there was something wrong with that strange big garbage aggregation that we just jumped over?
Guilliman called up the data screen in his memory and recalled it. It was indeed impossible to see the depth of that thing, but it was obviously not touched at all? His driving skills just now were perfect! Even if Chagatai came in person today, he would have to say this!
What could that be?
He frowned in confusion.
The door of the command center was opened, and the person who strode in was the Master Pharmacist, or as he wanted to call him next, the War Blacksmith and Pharmacist Hong Suo, who was carrying a toolbox and lunch.
Although the reserve resources in the Star Fortress are so scarce, for some unknown reason, Honso can always find some reserve food and marching rations from those ruins that have been dried to the point of dehydration or extremely unpalatable. Even though I didn’t understand the laboratory operation, what finally appeared was some stuff like “carbon dioxide synthesizes glucose and fat”, “technologically active flavor sauce”, “pure natural plant meat”, and even “artificial milk and butter” , but what’s even more outrageous is that the sugar and milk can indeed be used to make coffee...
Although the Raven Guard's facial expression was indeed a bit strange sometimes when he saw the contents of the meal, he still ate and drank, and Grendel, who always made him feel very energetic, did not feel any strange, and he still ate well. They were very happy, and neither of them showed any problems after the meal. Perhaps this was purely because Guilliman wanted to eat something delicious in this dreamland with overlapping dimensions?
In any case, as a primarch who was raised by mortal adoptive parents for a long time and who attaches great importance to communication and cooperation with mortals, Macragge Conor's pride, the child of Yodon, can (unconsciously) (C) After nine thousand years of stay, he was very happy to have a few delicious hot meals and dishes again, and decided not to pursue the question of how the meals in his dreams came about.
After all, Hong Suo's explanation for him to realize his dream so thoughtfully seems to make sense. What if we dig deeper and find out something? Should I eat this rice and coffee or not?
The wise and noble Primarch Thirteen decided to keep his faith and maintain his appetite for meals.
"What's for lunch today?"
The Potion Master raised his eyebrows and placed the tray in his hand in front of the Primarch sitting on the throne.
"You should have smelled it when I walked in, my lord."
"Remember to change 'you' to you when you speak. And remove the honorifics. I, Robert Guilliman, out of my own will and righteous goals, allow you to use it on necessary occasions during this operation. An offense against me, the Primarch, and the glory of the rest of the Empire." The Thirteenth Primarch nodded and reminded the other party.
"It's good to hear your forgiveness, my lord. I mean. -'Mercurius.'" Honso said sourly, and at the same time opened the lid of the tray, which contained a technological sauce. Vegetable meat soaked in juices and seasonings. These pieces of meat are cut into Glocks steak-sized thickness and fried. The soft structure absorbs the thick reddish-brown sauce. It is boneless, tender and delicious, and is more delicious than The tenderest lamb meat was even more silky, melting to the primarch's teeth in one bite.
"This should be our last meal before arriving in New Badab. We have to settle down before we can cook again."
Guilliman nodded and began to eat under his new alias.
Just as he was feasting, Honsou glanced at the original appearance with complicated eyes, and at the same time, for the ten thousandth time, he crossed his index and middle fingers behind his back to cheer himself up - this was unintentionally done by his kind father. A small occult ritual was taught to him. If a person lies to the other party and wants to escape punishment, he must make this gesture secretly.
——The "Astarte" sitting there eating was wearing red armor, and its surface was engraved with scriptures and mysterious symbols. The same was true for his exposed head and face, which were covered with patterns and words. What is even more eye-catching are the two small bone peaks that protrude slightly on his forehead, as well as the strips of cloth with scriptures written on his arms and waist.
It was a perfectly logical disguise that was acceptable to the original body. No one would guess who he actually was! Even if the words and deeds are seen through, it is impossible for anyone to believe it!
Honso, you are such a fucking genius!
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Thousands of miles away, a certain blue mollusc monster that was laughing so wildly that it could no longer stand up turned into a pool of blue gelatin, with only one beak still shouting, "Hurry up and save the ones for next month." Prepare for him too! ”
(End of chapter)