Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 186 The Iron Wall of the Empire

"How far..." The Red Pirate's flagship, to be precise, is the bright red battle barge, the honor of the space fighters, at least the honor it once was, the command point in it, where corruption and disgusting things breed, the throne made of steel, Red with blood, like a metallic rose.

As a commander, a mortal is abnormally commanding the entire army. He is not a space warrior, nor are his subordinates. This pirate fleet is not Huron's army, but his minions.

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

Fair skin, tuberculosis-like skin, and lavender pupils represent that he has mastered the energy of psionic energy. His special appearance makes people instantly connect with the legendary monsters that have been passed down from the Terra era to the present, but he is by no means.

And he is a sinner who betrayed the empire, and he is also a self-proclaimed savior. He used to be a nobleman of ancient Terra, whose ancestors and emperors experienced the great era of great expedition together. The loyal descendant of the Eye, but born in the chaotic subspace, he is no longer like a real human being.

The history has been blurred, only the story passed down by the family. His face mutated, his mind was polluted 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, Slaanesh's kinship to his family gave him such ability, and the Chaos witchcraft inherited by his family even made the space warriors feel headaches.

At this moment, he ordered his barge to be the Star Curtain, joined King Black Heart's army as a navy, and was proud of the stories passed down from his family. In his eyes, he is the true heir to the empire...

He knows the dilapidated human history, got the story of the Primarch from his ancestors, and witnessed the power of subspace, but he is not afraid of those things. The ruined empire is in the bag.

He even formed a rather large pirate army, occupying a rather large star field as its master, and all this credit is because he joined the Red Pirates, the former Claw of the Stars!

It has to be said that the reason why Huron is the master of the Red Pirates is that he recruited troops and quickly expanded his range. This is also his most powerful point, using people as talents, not relatives.

Even if this arrogant guy joined, he only used his own swordsmanship to kill the mortal servants following Huron, and followed Huron's principles to collect all the defeated soldiers, and won the first place in the physical universe the fastest. pot of gold.

"Sir Rusfan, we still have three or ten minutes to reach the area of ​​the Ark of Omens." His butler, with a delicate face, was probably only a 10-14-year-old young man, wearing a retro tuxedo, and his body was not mutated. "pure.

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

But this guy is his younger brother. To be precise, in terms of kinship, his family swallows the blood of their own blood relatives, and is proud of it. Unlike the human beings of the empire, this perverted vampire family has Earl Degu regarded body mutation and spiritual awakening as honors from the very beginning, and the low degree of change was his "drinks" rather than "blood relatives".

Of course, this is also something bestowed 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 one's relatives into props and slaves, and flaunting the superiority of one's blood, such education should start from childhood until the end of one's life.

The bright red "drink" that the young man handed over was also favored by the nobleman named Rusfan, who believed that his blood was the root of his nobility.

He drank the bright red thing, and the chaotic filth and viscous body fluids swayed in the wine-like goblet. He was obviously taking the life of others, but his expression seemed that the young man in front of him should thank himself.

"What are you shaking?" He wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and the butler also replied. "My lord, the Ark of Ominous Omen has disappeared."

Lu Sifan's fingers trembled, and his emotions became violent. His fingers couldn't help sticking out bright purple nails, which extended abnormally. This is also the characteristic of their family's genetic mutation. As long as they are emotional, they will not be able to control themselves mutation characteristics.

"Wh... how is it possible, that is... Lord Huron's treasure..."

He crushed the cup, and the sharp shards couldn't cut through his seemingly weak skin, leaving only the slightest inconspicuous marks. "That's enough, it should be the good deeds of those Star Guards..."

"Unforgivable, the disappearance of the noble planetary engine will become a problem for our legion, and the record will be smeared. Vingar, that useless guy, is fortunate that he is still the son of the Scarlet Angel."

"Go at full speed, get close to the Iron Gate, and let the green skins play an outpost. I've had enough of those twittering guys. I didn't intend to recruit them into the army. It's just fine as cannon fodder."

"Herald, those things of the Guardian First Fleet go forward, say to kill an imperial ship, record it with a recorder, and give them enough teeth as a reward."

Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man, not to mention that the green skins are inherently greedy. This is also Huron's idea of ​​using the alien method to stop at the surface, trade, trade, and cooperate, but not go deep.

At the end of this dark No. 40th millennium, people have the same understanding of aliens. From the history of their betrayal of the great years of human beings until now, no human sovereignty will embrace them again, no, no more.

Human beings' disgust and hatred for aliens has been buried in the bone marrow. From the desperate betrayal in the dark age and the enslavement and plunder that lasted for ten thousand years, they fell into trouble and slaughtered citizens, and finally turned into the corresponding hatred of human beings for 2 years.

No matter who was born in Terra or any corner of the empire, and whether they believed in the gods of chaos or the only emperor, for human beings, aliens are the most disgusting thing in this world.

Use 'em, enslave 'em, persuade 'em, in a duet of violence and profiteering, the music that drives the orc chieftain's thick metal arm to the lever, and the engine driven by simple mechanics to puff out black smoke is the best The mechanical priest also couldn't understand, this is a vacuum, where the smoke comes from, but that thing just exists.

A tattered machine, but the interior is not rough. Various customized and enhanced components, a big red button for one-time acceleration, a transmission system and a tractor beam generator, etc.

All kinds of abilities are dazzling. In contrast, human battleships need the efforts of tens of millions of people in the Imperial Navy to mobilize pistons, overload engines, and lower traction if they want to complete the above things.

Humans still don't know how the orcs did it, but they can indeed install a trap device that is almost sensitive to error in a seemingly empty room, and kill the enemy accurately while not hurting their own people. Of course, they may I don't care about hurting myself and others, as long as the kid who installed the thing sees it getting someone, he is happy enough.

Orcs are such a simple thing. Now they want to fight, and they still get money for fighting. The more they fight, the more they beat up, the more they get!

Excited, the blood is flowing excitedly, the orc boss is eager to try, and the boys are even more happy. "Get it up~waaaaaghhh.!"

"waaaaaagh!"

"waaaaaagh!"

This tattered flagship, the Slaughter-class regular cruiser is the flagship of this pirate force, like a pitch-black open-mouthed beast, the front is humanized with a tooth-like painting, equipped with cannons and heavy cannons, and also fired from the side Torpedoes, this flagship is even more "exciting" by inlaying the teeth of a Leviathan hive monster they picked up on its spaceship, making it look like a "unicorn".

Apart from the flagship, there are also dozens of Slaughter-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, and like most Ork warships, the simple cruiser looks dilapidated and has a high degree of individual customization, and is equipped with Lots of weird orc weapons for ramming or attacking enemy ships.

Many of the ships of this class were converted from captured Imperial Indomitable and Duty class hulls, but to Loyalists, the "funny" modifications on them were especially laughable.

But in fact, the aggressive formation composed of light cruisers is unexpectedly powerful in terms of aggressiveness. They are like wolves and wolves. Under the leadership of the war boss, the orcs can be very united, and the number of fleets approaching a hundred can also provide Their firepower is quite powerful, and they can even be very dangerous to Strategic-class cruisers.

Especially if there are torpedo boats on them or really have torpedoes on them.

This army is the nightmare of the enemies of the Red Pirates. They tore, bit, and chewed countless enemies, and they still haven't stopped to this day.

The orcs are gradually approaching, but the auspicious instrument of the Iron Gate has been turned on frequently because of the war, with low humming and bright red dots.

"Enemy attack!" A loud voice spread to countless warships of the Imperial Navy. Naturally, there is also the Bordeaux, which is the flagship of the central command, and Alan Bayer is stationed as a frigate force, and the captain and him are in command 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. The one written by the Primarch, Robert Guilliman, made him want to slap himself to death, which can be described as a mid-point sacred The books, the Codex Astartes, to be precise, are for the entire empire, the armed forces, the Codex.

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 brought by bringing a few mortars in the infantry regiment, let's just say that the poor infantry and tank coordination of the empire is not due to Mr. Robert's contribution?
However, in the not-too-distant future, the great Primarch will soon realize that the severity of the decline of humanity has reached the point where the Codex is useless, and now the Imperial Guard in this sector has reached the point where it needs to break the old rules. Condition.

Alan Baier also knows that at the end of this dark No. 40th millennium, those of the High Lords Council who cannot tolerate the emergence of any large new groups, no matter how loyal they are, can't do it anymore, but this is no longer what the Imperial Guard can consider now. No matter what the High Lords say, 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 warming up."

"The battleship moves forward, pins down the enemy, and beware of torpedo attacks."

"Pay attention to the bird divination instrument, intelligence is our advantage!"

The battleship moved forward slowly, the small force of Indomitable light cruisers and Sword-class destroyers forming the front of the battleship with a collection of sharp blades, ready to strike like blades, and launch torpedoes.

On the other hand, Poldero controlled the cruisers modified from the Lunar class and a large number of Lunar class cruisers, with a core force of about 70 in total. The Colony and the Armageddon-class strategic cruisers were sitting at the gate of the mountain, and no one could enter lightly. .

In the messy communication channels, the chats of countless battleships are mixed, and they are all discussions of high-ranking officers of the Imperial Navy. "How did that Ominous Ark disappear?"

"Who knows, maybe it's just a conspiracy of heresy, let's cover it up!"

The Imperial Navy talked with each other, tacit, strong tacit understanding made this channel messy but ready to go, they don't need orders, they just need to communicate with each other to coordinate, and the secret is to only do their duties, and do their duties to the best good.

"Be vigilant in the space ahead, meet the enemy..."

"Target confirmed, it's alien troops, green leather light cruiser! Launch!"

Flashes, the light spears and cannons in the void shattered, and thousands of giant steel beasts bit together. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the myth of Genesis. The fierce light is as dazzling as stars shining in the endless void. Both represent death.

Cracked adamantium swayed in the void, radiation indexers rattled as they shot at each other and the pyrotechnics of engine bursts.

The orc boss shouted with an ugly accent. "Boys, use a long gun, and use a big gun if the distance is close." The long is the main gun of the empire, and the big is the plasma cannon or shotgun. Orc cruisers have no light spears, and the penetration effect is slightly worse, but they The favorite rams and torpedoes work extremely well in close combat, giving loyal troops constant headaches.

On the side of the Imperial Guard, the captain's experienced judgment. "We opened the distance, consumed the enemy with cannons and light spears, and the destroyer used maneuverability to detour."

Alan Baier said. "We don't have time. The enemy's army will soon press forward. The morale of the orcs is not strong. We should gather to attack the opposite flagship."

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

Alan Baier said, referring to the body of the Killer Cruiser. "Look at this, it has such big teeth on it, it must be this one, hit this one!"

(End of this chapter)