Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 133 I have the name of the Scarlet Angel, I beg you, the end of the ancient soul void war
The light beam across the entire void pierced the hearts of those heretics like a sharp star. The data explored by the loyalists of the empire made this attack accurate and deadly. Although the scorching sound cannot be conveyed through the void, it still The bursts and flames from the pathetic Heretic warships are beautifully beautiful.

General Malcato yelled at the captain over the communicator at the flames of death from his loyal soldiers and the defeat of the heretic. "Captain, did you see it?! Did you see it?!"

But the captain who escaped from the communicator under the G force is already lying on the pilot's seat in a coma, and the Bordeaux has also become dilapidated due to the burning of the atmosphere and forced escape from the gravitational circle. The warships of the United States have accomplished countless great deeds, but this time is still one of the most dangerous things they have ever experienced.

But if you want to say that their only misfortune is that they can't see the core burst of the Ark of Omens, the powerful spiritual energy bursts out in the subspace, and those twisted and disgusting things set off waves in the physical universe. The impact caused all nearby alien warships to be electronically disabled and destroyed by force.

The close battleships collided with each other, the communicators completely failed, the heads of the psykers burst, and the beings with souls vomited. Only the Chaos Space Marines remained calm and deadly.

However, the imperial guards were not clear about this situation. They also lost their detection capabilities such as the auspicious instrument due to the influence of this energy. In their eyes, they only saw that the core of the hell world was pierced by a beam of light. The energy was strong enough for them to recognize it. all powerful things.

Such emotions can only turn into cheers, they shouted. "Emperor! For the Empire!"

"Those damned heretics!"

"heresy!"

No language can describe their feelings, so they became a little speechless, just 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 this group of people is too happy.

But Marcato was still worried. Firstly, he didn’t know what was going on with the captain. Secondly, the star map was now in darkness. He didn’t know what the remaining forces of the heretics were. Without the help of the orcs, their forces were still weak. There were no warships in this star system. Production capacity, to be on the safe side, soldiers should be put into ground warfare, guarding low-Earth orbit and casting the world.

If nothing else happened, in terms of the war of attrition, those heretics would soon fall into a disadvantage, but he still wondered if he could take advantage of the victory now and wipe out all the vitality of the heretics at once.

Opportunity is still a trap, victory or defeat, his soldiers still have six warships, but the enemy has dozens of them, the orcs are unbelievable, the Bordello is missing, and General Marcato has lost his backbone for a while.

He looked at the dark heretic warship in the distance, and when everyone's eyes were on the huge Ark of Omen, his thoughts had already gone further.

"Zhan, adjutant, order all the remaining fleets to approach the remaining enemy troops and destroy those enemies!"

The adjutant is aware of the risk of doing so. Even if the Ark of Omen has stopped, the firepower on it is still there. Destroying the enemy means that they are not only at a disadvantage in military strength, but also have to suddenly encircle and suppress them...

But he is only an adjutant and will not hesitate.

"The communication lines have all been opened and adjusted, and the auspicious bird is restarting, but we are ready to attack, General."

I have to say that the victorious general will always use his intuition to make accurate actions. He doesn't need to be victorious in every battle, and he doesn't need to be perfect in everything. He only needs to make the most important choice, choice, time and time again repeat.

The real victor, as if under the protection of Valkyrie (Valkyrie), has a beast-like sense of war.

But he is not the only wise commander, and the changeable battlefield is also like a nightmare. In the Ark of Omens, it took only a few minutes for Vingar to go from being stunned to calm. Will be afraid of too many accidents.

"Dimensional blacksmith, how long will it take for us to restart the energy and electronic equipment?"

The dimensional blacksmith replied. "For about an hour, the machine soul was silenced by powerful energy, just like eating a powerful machine soul erasing bullet."

(EMP. Pulse interference, at the end of this No.40 millennium, people think that such interference weapons are mechanical failures caused by attacking machine souls)
Vingar replied. "It's too slow. We must restart the weapon system first. The enemy is approaching. The Imperial Guard will not miss this opportunity."

"First, is our equipment completely ineffective?"

The dimensional blacksmith nodded. "That's right, all our equipment was destroyed by the strong psychic energy impact, and the psykers also died because of such movements. We don't even have a navigator to take us back to the main force."

Vingar thought, if an ordinary commander might have given up, now that the Omen Ark died, the enemy was approaching, and the fleet completely lost the ability to communicate and sail, he should have given up completely.

"Cancel the binding circle, I want to chat with the machine soul."

The old and mutated cheeks of the dimension blacksmith immediately distorted the answer. "No, brother, no, the machine soul of this battleship has been bound for thousands of years, and 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 power, but I messed up things. Blacksmith, you won't understand. Cooperating with Machine Soul is our final plan. Lead the way."

The dimensional blacksmith still has fear and admiration for the machine soul. It is only when he understands the world and the existence of machines that he understands that Vingar is a stupid guy in his eyes, but it is true that they must communicate if they want to continue the war machine soul.

"Please follow me."

The thick power armor stepped on the inside of the battleship made of pure gold, and those filthy and depraved dark creatures flashed in the corridor that lost the light, but for demigods, those things can be completely ignored, no matter what they physically caused The attack is still mental.

On the contrary, those chaotic creatures would even fear the two supermen in front of them. Subspace creatures are such existences. They bully the weak and fear the hard. They will be greedy for the souls of mortals, but they dare not have any unreasonable thoughts about the interstellar warriors.

The two giants walked through the filth and distortion, without the protection of electronic equipment, those cultists and mortals were torn apart and preyed on by the warp creatures that existed here. Vengar saw those things and quickly realized that those things tasted When it comes to human flesh, it will actively attack the humans under the light.

He raised his chainsaw sword, and instantly killed the thing between the beast and the subspace demon with murderous intent and violent physical attacks, and the sizzling pieces of meat scattered all over the ground.

"It's really kind, brother." The dimensional blacksmith commented.

There was no pity in Vengar's eyes as he dried the blade from his hand. "It's just that mortals are more useful than being eaten. Those damn warp creatures are not worth tasting human flesh and blood."

From this point of view, whether it is a traitor or the Imperial Guard, they only hope that human beings can survive in this cruel void, but the paths they choose are different, but not everyone is as clear as Alan Bayer. Only the Chaos Gods can never be trusted...

When they stepped into the place of the ritual of binding the soul, those chains, skulls, and flames bound the terrible machine soul with powerful psychic powers and terrible rituals, with structures that mortals could not understand.

Even for the Chaos traitor, the soul in the space hulk is still uncertain, crazy, and twisted. He is the soul of countless warships gathered, a crazy beast synthesized by chaos in the warp, and the psychic energy that moves in the chains The flames are the physical manifestation of the machine soul.

"How powerful..." Vingar felt the psychic flames emanating from the mechanical creation, his soul was as powerful as a shining star, even if he looked directly at that thing, his eyes hurt.

"Blacksmith, untie a part of him."

The dimension 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!

"Lord of Scarlet, calling for your soul!"

Ding Ding Ding!
"Wake up, my servant!"

Sparks flew everywhere, as if it had burst in a furnace of war. The temperature of the sparks alone was enough to melt adamantine, but Vengar didn't care. sound".

That's not something made by the vocal cords, but his psionic energy. His lifespan of tens of thousands of years has completely transformed him into an intelligent soul, and the warships of the Dark Ages probably have AI, making them have 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 for the intelligent life that forged him.

"Space Warriors, why did you come here? You bound my soul and manipulated my body. Now that I've been severely injured, you're here to manipulate my mind?"

Vingar yelled. "I am the former Scarlet Angel, the adjutant of the Red Pirate! The servant of the Black Heart King, the commander of the Star Claw!"

"I am a person bestowed by the gods, I am not worthy to manipulate you?"

The battleship soul replied. "So what, I have seen the success, failure, expedition, and betrayal of human beings, I have seen the twisted turbulence of the subspace, I have seen the splendor of the spirit race, and I have seen the plans of the gods, and you have only lived for a few days. A hundred years, a waste who doesn't know the honor of his ancestors."

"I am refined iron, you are flesh and blood, we are irreconcilable."

Vingar yelled. "We lost, the empire is approaching, if you don't help us, your battleship will be dismantled by the empire, your past will be turned into scrap iron and put into the forge, you don't think your lingering body can resist the imperial guards Or the angels?"

Machine Soul changed his tone for the first time. "So what, you are nothing more than a slave. Compared to now, I wish death more."

Vingar held out his hand. "We cooperate, you get the kill and freedom, we get the victory and revenge."

"Let the flames surround the burning universe, and the human empire will be destroyed. Your machine soul and body can once again drift in the endless void."

Machine Soul asked. "Why do you believe me?"

Vingar said. "I am the Scarlet Angel, I am the Red Pirate, I am... a space warrior, I swear by my honor, my future, my destiny, my master."

The machine soul was silent, and after a while, the huge space hulk lit up again. The machine soul's powerful psionic energy and its ability to control the body activated the usable parts inside the huge hulk again.

Roaring, shining, the subspace creatures entrenched on the battleship also retreated, and the artillery can be used again, but without the psyker engine, the battleship temporarily lost its ability to move.

Vingar bowed. "Thank you, can you tell me your name? You are so old, you should."

Machine Soul replied. "I am at odds with the empire. If you insist on calling me by my name, then just call me [Merovingian]."

Vingar nodded. "Merovingian, cheers for our cooperation, now, Brother Dimensional Blacksmith, untie him."

The dimensional blacksmith still hesitated. "Can…"

Vingar yelled. "Unlock Merovingian!"

The dimensional blacksmith raised his hammer and smashed the remaining binding runes to pieces. In the void, the huge Heretic Ark suddenly shone brightly and fiercely, shining like a star. stronger and more terrifying than ever, and its machine spirit has returned to its place.

"My Emperor!" Marcato yelled at once. "All loyal warships return to the Steel Gate!"

Violent energy, big guns, and the return of the evil ark energy, those weapons are indestructible, extremely terrifying, and incomprehensible, and the angry attack with the machine soul makes the mortals in the battleship hit by their weapons feel sick and crazy.

At this moment on board the Bordeaux, the captain was still in a coma, and he heard a beautiful female voice talking in his dream. "Merovingian has awakened, the machine spirit is roaring, captain, wake up, wake up."

The old captain opened his eyes instantly, and he touched his nose, the blood had dried up, leaving a sticky mark.

"What am I...doing?" But before he could figure it out, he saw the fierce spear of light hitting his shield, and General Marcato's shout.

"Come back, Bordello, come back, those heretics have restarted their equipment!"

The captain got up immediately, and slapped the unconscious sailors awake. "Asshole! I'm better than you, hurry up and sail now!"

Those ignorant navy members immediately woke up when they saw the light spear brushing against the shield. They had seen such a scene countless times, and they analyzed the situation in just an instant. "Right full rudder, return to Steel Gate!"

The engine of the Bordello roared, and it moved forward rapidly in the void, approaching the Iron Gate of the Empire.

At the same time, most of the warships of the empire also retreated to the safe zone. At this moment, the traitors and loyalists insisted. The traitors could not start the subspace navigation to retreat or leave, and their warships were running out. Door.

But the imperial guards couldn't get close to the range of the Ark of Omen. Under such suffocating insistence, the imperial guards 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 was still emphasizing in the communicator. "We won, we were outnumbered, and the enemy still had such terrible things, but we still won, the Emperor bless, I have applied for new supplies, we rest, feasting on heresy, think, Those heretics are now trapped in the hulk with no food, lol!"

The captain returned to the communication range at this moment, nodded and answered. "Yes, I can serve wine!"

Marcato said. "You're back? Hero!"

the captain replied. "I'm not a hero, Bordereau is..."

Marcato replied. "Here it goes again, you Navy always do this, all right, cheers to the Bordeaux!"

The remaining tens of thousands of people in the entire Astral Army shouted. "Cheers to the Bordeaux!"

And in the void, flashed by, there seemed to be a graceful white-haired woman, raising a wine glass to the remnants of the Imperial Starfield Army...

In this dark universe that follows, survival or failure, whether traitors occupy the area or the victory of the Imperial Guard, everything remains to be determined.

Vingar looked at the reserves in the warehouse, he said. "Dimensional blacksmith, get ready for the assault ship. We will form a space fighter force that does not need supplies, and then bypass the Iron Gate and directly attack the forging world."

The dimensional blacksmith said. "Is it necessary for us to work so hard for mortals?"

Vengar looked at the Astra Militarum, the Iron Gate, in the distance. "Yes, if we want to win, we must give mortals their hearts and minds..."

A new bloody storm is about to start, plunder, death, and darkness will always be the theme song in this universe, it will never stop, never stop...

　I seem to have written the Middle Ages and [-] together...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)