Chapter 61 The End of the Era: Arriving on the Ground

Countless red lights flashed in the bridge under the Gothic support dome, and the commands and information filled the brain of the Mars-class battlecruiser with roars and curses. Busy sailors ran back and forth on the bridge command platform, and dense data streams scrolled on countless display screens.

The flickering fire and arc green light shot into the bridge from the universe. The beams, support columns and external cables flickered under the light of the battlefield. Countless lights ignited the dim silence before the war began.

Cole stood in the captain's command position and looked at the battlefield outside the window. The Mechanicus fleet was being harvested and severely damaged by the dead souls. It must be said that although the firepower of the Mechanicus fleet was far superior to that of the Imperial Navy and the equipment was more advanced, it was obvious that this group of idiots had a very worrying understanding of space warfare.

The Mechanicus fleet faced the terrifying harvesting fleet of the dead souls. Since it was attacking in a line-up manner, although this could indeed maximize the firepower of the Mechanicus fleet, weaving a dense firepower network into a rainstorm of destruction, it could effectively annihilate most of the enemies of the empire in most cases.

But obviously, this attack method has very limited effect on the Necromancers. The terrifying Black Stone warships of these space ghosts are extremely fast and can block most direct firepower. Only the Nova Cannon can cause relatively effective damage, but compared with the time difference between the Nova Cannon recharging and aiming and firing, the Necromancer fleet has already rushed to the front.

The gorgeous sea of ​​space fire bloomed outside the Infinite Frontier, the flashing warning red lights and the flames mixed together, the pre-warning alarms in the ship rang one after another, and the engagement warnings broadcast outside the automatic machine kept circulating, like a sharp knife piercing the heart, making people feel cold and nervous.

But Cole was no longer afraid of this. He was not those young recruits, and most people on this ship were not recruits. He didn't need to worry about their psychological problems.

Cole opened the holographic communication interface, and the Imperial Skyhawk logo flashed by. "Captain Avian, contact the Archmagos of the Mechanicus Fleet." "Yes, Captain."

The communication interface started to work after a while, and countless icons and display marks began to move and change. After a burst of data flow scrolling, the mechanical skull logo of the Mechanicus appeared on the holographic interface.

Cole looked at the rotating mechanical skull and cleared his throat. He looked at the logo solemnly with one hand behind his back, "Archmagos, I am Cole Markarian, the captain of the Mars-class battlecruiser Infinite Frontier, affiliated with the Inquisition Fleet. I come to provide assistance in the name of Inquisitor Vito Constantine."

"We did not request reinforcements, Captain." The image of the Archmagos did not appear, but his voice was already displayed on the audio segment, and the shaking audio line lit up his mechanical syllables one by one.

The vibration of the ship caused by the explosion reverberated in the bridge, and Cole's body shook slightly. He looked out the window across the holographic interface. It was a Dictator-class cruiser that disintegrated in the explosion. Violent flames gushed out of the plasma thrusters, and the explosion of the macro cannon brought a surging shock wave effect.

"Engage in three minutes, repeat, engage in battle in three minutes." The alarm sounded on the radio, and Cole looked back at the Mechanicus holographic icon.

"In the name of the Emperor and the Inquisition, the Great Sage immediately evacuated your fleet and ground forces, you can't win." "Veto, we must defend the intellectual heritage of Om Messiah and complete the excavation and research."

The emotionless mechanical voice responded to the captain. The voice was without any temperature, more like the answer made by an automatic servitor, but Cole knew that every member of the Mechanicus was of this character.

Cole raised his hand and pointed to the battlefield outside, "You will be annihilated by the Necromancer fleet within two hours. Your numbers are not enough to defeat them. Retreat, Great Sage. I and my people will execute the extermination order issued by Inquisitor Constantine and destroy the planet Sustvo."

"Veto, the extermination order cannot be accepted, Captain, stop executing it." "Impossible, the Inquisitor has signed the order, and I will execute the resolution." "Then we will sink your warships. We must defend the intellectual heritage."

Cole frowned suddenly. It was a threat, even if it was said in such a cold tone, it was still a threat.

Cole punched the operation interface in anger, "I order you in the name of the Emperor! Retreat! Otherwise, follow this broken ball and your rubbish and blow it up!"

"Veto, we must protect the intellectual heritage."

Cole cursed in a low voice. The engagement warning was getting closer and closer. He didn't have time to argue with this binary idiot. He had to reach low-Earth orbit as soon as possible to prepare to execute the extermination order. At present, the only safe area to complete the bombing deployment was the back side of the planet where the Mechanicus fleet was located.

He had to pass the Mechanicus fleet. If this group of binary idiots kept stagnating like this, he would have to fight past them. Cole didn't want to fight with the "own people" of the Empire at this time.

"Let me talk to the sage, Captain." Omega's voice came from behind. Cole turned his head and looked at the technical sage who was walking over. His iron feet echoed the crisp collision sound when he walked on the bridge floor.

Omega walked in front of the holographic communication and raised his head to look at the symbol of his sect. The mechanical arm behind Omega rose and fell slightly under the red robe. Cole looked at Omega's wide red robe. There were a lot of undulating ripples on the back of it, just like countless tentacles, and there were also steel arms wriggling at the bottom of the robe.

Omega's mechanical arm is very unique, more unique than most priests Cole has seen. His mechanical arm is composed of layered bionic scales, and it moves like a steel snake.

A mechanical arm suddenly emerged from under the red robe, and Cole subconsciously took a step back, and the three-pronged iron hand suddenly inserted into the interface of the holographic platform.

The mechanical priest looked at his colleagues, and lines of data flashed in his mechanical eyes. "After calculation, the probability of success of the Sustvo battle is 19.74%, and the probability of failure has exceeded the acceptable limit. In the name of Om Messiah, this war does not meet the calculation success."

"You have lost more than 56.77% of the fleet and 46.9% of the ground forces in the war. After calculation, the exploration fleet will be annihilated in one hour and six minutes, and the ground forces will be annihilated within twelve hours. The results of the completed scientific and technological excavation work will be reset to zero."

"It is recommended to execute the retreat order immediately, preserve the existing scientific and technological achievements, and bring the data back to the nearest forging world to complete the archiving and return to the case to avoid irreparable mistakes and losses."

Cole looked at the data calculation array in a corner of the holographic interface. Those data streams that others could not understand were jumping rapidly, calculating and deducing something, and when the data flow stopped, the face of the mechanical sage of the exploration fleet finally appeared on the interface.

Data flashed in the eyes of the mechanical sage in red robes. After a moment, he raised his mechanical eye, or to be more precise, the eye turned on its own.

"The data has been calculated, and the results are in line with the calculation results. In accordance with the order of the sacred calculation array, I will execute the retreat procedure and command the great sage."

"Praise Om Messiah." The great sage said, and Omega's mechanical arm was also pulled out, and the scale arm flashing with countless cold lights like a snake also retracted under the red robe, "Praise Om Messiah."

The image of the exploration fleet sage disappeared, and the Imperial Sky Eagle logo reappeared on the interface. Cole breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Omega, who turned around and left without saying a word.

Cole immediately turned on another communication frequency band, and a letter i logo quickly popped up on it.

"Vito, the binary idiots have agreed to retreat. You have only one hour to turn off the phase conversion position, and then I will launch the cyclone torpedo."

"Ha, Omega convinced them, right?"

Vito smiled and said as he operated the fighter plane to fly across the entire battlefield. Below him, the Mechanicus Skitarii were fighting fiercely with the Necromancers. Both sides were fearless mechanical bodies, replacing thoughts with programs and flesh and blood with steel.

The brave and fearless attacks continued to be staged on the surface of the entire planet. Even in the face of the terrifying firepower of decomposition rays and high-speed rifles, even if their comrades around them were silently decomposed and collapsed one by one, these fearless mechanical servants in red robes just calmly aimed and shot.

Precision laser guns and laser weapons crossed the battlefield under orderly aiming and shooting. The Necromancers on the other side of the scarlet battlefield also advanced coldly. They completely ignored their collapsed companions and just moved forward step by step like corpses, stubbornly advancing under the artillery fire.

Machines collided with each other, and the Titans of the Mechanicus stepped on the barren land, sweeping the battlefield with the destructive firepower of turbo laser cannons and pulse laser cannons.

The Warlord-class Titans crushed the damaged chariots and flattened the wasteland of death, venting the terrifying wrath of the Om Messiah on those soulless things.

On the commander's side, giant structures were also advancing steadily, decomposition beams and Gauss rays were sweeping the battlefield, and the iron feet of the mechanical soldiers crushed the corpses on the battlefield, crushing and splashing the remains of flesh and blood and machinery.

"Only a binary from the Mechanicus can convince another binary. You only have one hour now. I will launch a whirlwind torpedo in one hour. You'd better get out before then."

"Got it, Captain." Vito jokingly pulled the joystick and the Thunderhawk swooped down from the sky. The blue machine flew over the head of a Necromancer infantryman. The soulless cold body turned around and raised the Gauss rifle in his hand to aim at the Thunderhawk, but almost immediately the Necromancer was pierced by the Mechanicus beam and fell to the ground.

The Thunderhawk rushed through the high-speed beam and the fierce firepower of the Titan. Vito rushed directly to the two intertwined pulse laser cannon beams. Vito turned his wrist and the Thunderhawk made a classic "scalpel" action to pass through the gap between the beams.

"Fuck! Vito, you are playing with your heartbeat!" Ragnar complained, and Vito smiled and straightened the machine and rushed into the valley behind the Necromancer Legion.

The Thunderhawk flew along the isthmus at a high speed. Vito's eyes were fixed on the mountain space passing by at a high speed in front of him. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he dived down.

Several Astartes in the cabin were thrown onto the backs of their seats. The Thunderhawk rushed down at a high speed into the grid-like rock formation at the bottom of the underground.

The moment the Thunderhawk rushed down from a rock honeycomb, the top of the rock formation behind it was shattered by the laser beam. The collapsed rocks splashed and collapsed behind the Thunderhawk, and its shatterer also plunged into the grid formation under the ground.

It was a Necromancer's Vulture fighter. The crescent-shaped alien fighter chased after the Thunderhawk. Laser beams and lightning were ejected from the weapon launch ports on both sides, chasing the fleeing blue Thunderhawk from behind.

Vito flew the Thunder through the collapsed giant rock pillars and dome fragments. He kept shaking the joystick to dodge the firepower of the Vulture fighter behind him. Laser beams and lightning strikes whizzed past the Thunder Eagle at a very close distance, hitting the underlying structures and shattering those ancient creations that were thousands of years old.

The Imperial fighter whizzed through the falling rock fragments, and the alien fighter behind it also whizzed past, and the black Crescent fighter chased the invaders.

Vito glanced at the rear display screen with his peripheral vision. The Crescent fighter was chasing behind him. He looked at the natural stone pillars that collapsed to the ground around him.

He looked back at the scene outside the cockpit glass in front of him. Vito Constantine, one of the best pilots in the Empire, suddenly pulled the trigger of the joystick.

The bolter at the front of the Thunder Eagle's fuselage then spewed out deadly flames, and the bolt bombs bombed a supporting stone pillar in front. The stone pillar broke and shattered instantly, and the huge body began to shatter and disintegrate.

Vito reached out and fully charged the propulsion engine. The traversal engine that had been turned off after the end of the fuselage entered the atmosphere was instantly ignited, and the high-power flames gushed out and also spewed out powerful propulsion.

The Thunder Eagle flew past the collapsed stone pillar in an instant, and the Necromancer followed closely, but as the stone pillar collapsed and shattered, the entire ground network structure began to collapse. The rock structure above the Vulture fighter collapsed and fell, hitting the Necromancer like a big hand.

The alien creature crashed to the ground, and was wrapped in countless rock debris and fell into the rift valley. After a burst of dust and bangs, it completely lost its movement.

The blue Thunder Eagle raised its head and flew up before the valley collapsed completely. The blue figure flew through the dust cloud caused by the overall collapse. Sand and debris kept rubbing and hitting the body. The four giants in the cabin all heard the constant collision outside, and the rustling sandstorm was wearing away the body.

Vito looked at the view in front of him that was completely obscured by the sandstorm. Countless gravel and sand hit and slid past the glass. The blurred light of the sun was constantly refracted and dispersed in the sandstorm environment, and finally turned into a large blurred halo.

The fuselage was shaking violently, but Vito still calmly held the joystick and looked at the flying sandstorm clouds in front of him.

The blue body in the sandstorm that was like a rolling valley broke through the sandstorm clouds, bursting out from it and pulling out a long tail flame.

Vito pulled vertically along the rock wall, and the fuselage was almost completely attached to the rock wall at a high speed. The judge leaned tightly on the seat and looked at the scene in front of him calmly. When the fighter plane pulled up to a certain height, he suddenly shook the joystick violently, and the thrust nozzle pushed violently to one side, causing the fighter plane to fly directly sideways.

The fighter plane quickly adjusted its angle, and almost at the same time, it slid and appeared in the dazzling sunlight. The fighter plane appeared in a corner of the black dead tomb pyramid protruding from the mountain rock wall, and this happened to be a fighter plane take-off and exit.

A large shadow was cast on the dead soldiers on the deck. They turned their heads dully and looked at the object that caused the shadow, and then they saw the last scene they saw in this "machine life".

The Thunder Eagle hovered outside the hangar, and the twin-mounted bolter fired fiercely, pouring firepower like a rainstorm into the hangar, and the explosions hit everything that could be hit.

The bodies of the dead soldiers were shattered by the bombs, and their bodies flew around under the artillery fire. The dead fighters that were parked in the hangar and had not yet taken off also exploded and disintegrated under the rain of bombs and the missiles that followed. The green electric fire engulfed half of the hangar.

The Thunderhawk's fire illuminated the edge of the hangar. As the Thunderhawk gradually descended until it landed, the fire stopped. The take-off and landing support structure leaned steadily on the ground and dragged the Thunderhawk fighter up.

The boarding deck was lowered in the hangar filled with gunfire and dust. Almost the moment the deck landed, Ragnar rushed out. He leaned on a pillar and gasped, "Allfather, it finally landed. I will never ride on your plane again in my life!"

Vito walked down from between the remaining three Astartes. He stood at the end of the deck and looked at Ragnar, who looked constipated. "Are you angry?" "Yes."

"Very good, pour it on them."

Vito said, pulling out the grenade gun and pointing it at the dead guards that appeared in the hangar corridor. The three Astartes also drew their weapons.

Ragnar looked at them and burst into an angry wolf howl. He held a roaring chain saw and burst into a thunderous war cry.