Chapter 133 I, in the Name of the Red Angel, Ask You, the Ancient

Chapter 133 He has taken the name of the Red Angel and asks you, the ancient soul void war is over

The beam of light passed through the entire void like a sharp star light piercing into the hearts of those heretics. The data explored by the loyalists of the empire made the attack accurate and deadly. Although the sizzling burning sound could not be transmitted through the void, the explosion and flames of the pitiful heretic warship were so beautiful that people lingered.

Frustrated by the death flames ignited by his loyal soldiers and the failure of the heretics, General Marcato screamed at the captain on the other side of the communicator. "Captain, did you see it?! Did you see it?!"

But the captain who escaped against the G force on the other side of the communicator was already lying unconscious in the driving seat. The Bordello also became tattered due to the burning of the atmosphere and the forced escape from the gravity circle. The warship that suffered so much completed countless great actions, but that time was still one of the most dangerous things they had experienced.

But if we were to say their only misfortune, it was probably that they could not see the core of the Ark of Evil Omen bursting. The powerful psychic power burst out in the subspace, and those twisted and disgusting things set off a wave in the physical universe. The impact caused all the nearby alien warships to fail and be destroyed by electronic equipment due to the power.

The warships that were close to each other collided with each other, the communicators were completely ineffective, the heads of the psychics exploded, and the existence of souls vomited, but some Chaos Space Marines remained calm and deadly.

But the Imperial Guards were not aware of that situation. They also lost the power of the aurora due to the influence of that energy, and they could see the core of the terrible hell world being pierced by the beam in their eyes. The strong energy was enough to destroy all the powerful things they knew.

Such emotions could later turn into cheers, and they were very proud. "Emperor! No Empire!"

"Those damn heretics!"

"Hertics!"

No language can describe their feelings, so they become a little speechless, and start to talk nonsense. Don't worry, it's not that they have become heretics, nor is it Chaos filth, it's just that the group of people are too happy.

But Marcato is still worried. First, he doesn't know what the captain's situation is. Second, the star map is now dark, and he doesn't know how the remaining heretics are. Now without the help of the orcs, their troops are still weak. There are no warships in that star system. To be safe, they should put soldiers into the ground war to protect the low-Earth orbit and the forge world.

If nothing unexpected happens, in terms of attrition, those heretics will soon fall into the wind, but he is still wondering if he can take advantage of the victory now and eliminate all the living forces of the heretics at one time.

Opportunities are traps, victory is not defeat, his soldiers have only six warships, but the enemy has dozens, the orcs have stopped talking, the Bordello is missing, and General Marcato has lost his backbone for a while.

He looked at the dark heretic warship in the distance. Just when everyone's eyes were focused on the huge Ark of Evil Omen, his thoughts had already reached a farther place.

"Fight, adjutant, order all the remaining fleets to move closer to the remaining enemy forces and wipe out those enemies!"

The adjutant knew the risk of doing so. Even if the Ark of Evil Omen had stopped, the war firepower in front was still there. To wipe out the enemy meant that they were not only at a disadvantage in terms of military strength, but also had to be surrounded and annihilated suddenly...

But he was an adjutant and would not hesitate.

"The communication lines have all been opened and adjusted. The auspicious instrument is restarting, but they can attack, General."

It must be said that the victorious general always uses his intuition to make accurate actions. He does not need to win every battle, and he does not need to do everything perfectly. He has, he needs to make a choice at the last minute, and choose, again and again.

The real winner will be like the protection of Valkyrie, and have a sense of war like a beast.

But he is not the only one who is smart in command. The changes in the battlefield are like nightmares. In the Ark of Evil Omen, it only took Vengar a few minutes from shock to calmness. He has seen all the deaths of his fighting brothers, so he naturally will not be afraid of too many accidents.

"Dimension Blacksmith, how long will it take for them to restart the power supply and electronic equipment?"

Dimension Blacksmith replied. "In about an hour, the machine soul was silenced by the powerful energy, just like it was hit by a powerful machine soul erasing bomb."

(EMP. Pulse interference. At the end of the 40th millennium, people believed that such interference weapons could cause mechanical failures by attacking the machine soul)

Weingar answered. "Too slow, they must restart the weapon system first. The enemy is approaching, and the Imperial Guard will not miss that opportunity."

"First of all, are their equipment completely inoperable?"

Dimension Blacksmith nodded. "Yes, all their equipment was destroyed by the strong spiritual energy impact, and the spiritual energy was also killed by such a movement. They don't even have a navigator to take them back to the main force now."

Weingar thought, if the ordinary commander Coco had given up, he should have given up completely now that the Ark of Evil Omen died, the enemy approached, and the fleet completely lost the communication spiritual energy and long-distance navigation ability.

"Cancel the binding array, he asked to talk to the machine soul."

Dimension Blacksmith's old and mutated face immediately replied in a distorted way. "No, brother, no, the battleship's machine soul has been bound for thousands of years, and the anger and resentment cannot be dissipated. If I see her, her strength is enough to kill me."

"They can't lose me, the Red Pirates can't lose you."

"He was determined. The fleet failed because of him. Huron gave him boundless power and authority, but he messed things up. Blacksmith, I don't understand. Is cooperating with the machine soul their original plan? Lead the way."

The Dimension Blacksmith still feared and admired the machine soul. Only if he understood the existence of that world and machinery would he understand. In his eyes, Vengar was a stupid guy, but it was true that if they wanted to continue the war, they had to communicate with the machine soul.

"Please follow him."

The heavy power armor stepped on the exterior of the adamantium warship. Those filthy and evil dark creatures flashed in the corridor without lights, but for the demigods, those things could be completely ignored. It was not that their physical attacks were not spiritual.

On the contrary, those chaotic creatures would even be afraid of the two supermen in front of them. The subspace creatures were not that kind of existence. They bullied the weak and feared the strong. They would covet the essence of mortals, but they dared not have any unreasonable thoughts about the Space Marines.

The two giants walked through the filth and distortion. Without the protection of electronic devices, the cultists were torn apart and preyed on by the subspace creatures there. When Vengar saw those things, he quickly realized that they would actively attack the humans in the East of Light if they tasted human flesh.

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

"Is it really merciful, brother?" The dimensional blacksmith commented.

Vengar wiped the sharp blade in his leg, and there was no mercy in his eyes. "It's just that mortals are more useful than being eaten. Those damned warp creatures are not worthy of tasting human flesh and blood."

From this point of view, whether they are traitors or Imperial Guards, they all hope that humans can survive in that cruel void. Although the paths they choose are different, everyone knows as well as Alanbair that only the Chaos Gods in that world cannot be trusted...

When they stepped into the place where the soul-binding ceremony was held, those chains, skulls, and flames, with powerful spirits and terrible rituals, bound the terrible machine soul with structures that mortals could not understand.

Even for the Chaos traitors, the souls in the space wrecks are still uncertain, crazy, and twisted things. They are the souls of countless warships gathered together, crazy beasts synthesized by chaos in the warp, and the spirits and flames dancing in the chains are the physical manifestation of the machine soul.

"How powerful..." Vengar felt the spiritual flames emitted by the mechanical creation. His soul was as strong as a shining star. Even if he looked directly at the thing, he felt a sting in his eyes.

"Blacksmith, untie a part of him."

The dimensional blacksmith swallowed his saliva, raised his legs, and chanted those ancient and powerful spells. He swung his hammer and smashed his legs and arms.

"The gods have awakened, bind your spirits!"

Ding Ding!

"Red Lord, call my soul!"

Ding Ding Ding!

"Wake up, my servant!"

Sparks flew, as if they were cracked in the furnace of war. The temperature of the sparks alone was enough to melt the gold, but Vengar didn't care. He stepped forward. Outside the huge room, the huge flames of fifty meters at this moment made a "sound".

It was not something made by the vocal cords, but his spirit. Tens of thousands of years of life made him completely transformed into an intelligent soul, and the warships of the Dark Ages might have AI, giving them human consciousness.

His voice was neither male nor female, neither right nor wrong, neither good nor bad, but just cruel, terrible, disgust and anger against the intelligent life that created him.

"Space Marines, why are you here? We bound his soul and operated his body. Now he is seriously injured, and we come to ask to operate his mind?"

Wiengar shouted. "He is the former Red Angel, the lieutenant of the Red Corsair! The servant of the Black Heart King, the commander of the Star Claw!"

"He is a man blessed by the gods, he is not worthy to operate me?"

The battleship soul answered. "So what? He has seen human success, failure, expedition, betrayal, he has seen the turbulence of the warp, he has seen the glory of the Eldar, he has seen the plans of the gods, and I, who have only lived for a few hundred years, am a waste who does not know the honor of my ancestors."

"He is made of iron, I am made of flesh and blood, they are incompatible."

Wiengar shouted. "They lost, the Empire is approaching. If I don't help them, my warship will be dismantled by the Empire, and my past will be turned into scrap iron and put into the forge. I don't think my lingering body can resist the Imperial Guard or the angels?"

The machine soul changed its tone for the first time. "So what? I don't want slavery either. He wants death more than Ru Ming."

Veengar stretched out his legs. "They cooperated, I got killing and freedom, they got victory and revenge."

"Let the flames surround and burn the universe, the human empire is destroyed, and my machine soul and body can drift in the endless void again."

The machine soul asked. "Why believe me?"

Veengar said. "He is a blood angel, he is a red pirate, he is... a space warrior, he has sworn his honor, his future, his destiny, and his master."

The machine soul was silent. After a moment, the huge space wreck was bright again. The powerful spiritual power of the machine soul and the control power of its own body made the usable parts of the huge wreck start again.

Roar, light, the warp creatures entrenched in the battleship also retreated, and the artillery could be used again, but without the psychic engine, the battleship temporarily lost its ability to move.

Veengar bowed. "Thank you, can you tell him my name? I'm so old, I should have."

Machine Soul replied. "He is at odds with the empire. If I insist on calling him by his name, then just call him [Merovingian]."

Veengar nodded. "Merovingian, cheers to their cooperation, now, brother dimensional blacksmith, untie him."

The dimensional blacksmith still hesitated. "Can…"

Veengar yelled. "Untie Merovingian!"

The dimensional blacksmith raised his hammer and smashed the remaining binding runes to pieces. In the void, the huge heretic ark suddenly shined brightly and fiercely, shining like a star. At this moment, he became more evil than Choi Qi. The Mega Ark is now more powerful and terrifying, and its machine soul has returned to its original position.

"His Emperor!" Makatoma shouted. "All loyal warships return to the Steel Gate!"

The violent Ke Liang, Hong Cannon, and the evil Ark Ke Liang are back. Those weapons are indestructible and terrifying, making it incomprehensible. The attacks with the anger of the machine soul will not even make the mortals in the battleships hit by their weapons feel sick. crazy.

At this moment, the Bordeaux was there, and the captain was still unconscious. He heard a beautiful female voice speaking in his dream. "Merovingian has awakened, and the machine spirit is roaring. Captain, wake up, wake up."

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

"What is he...doing?" But his mind was not clear, and he saw violent light spears hitting his shield, which sounded like General Makato's cry.

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

The captain immediately got up and slapped the unconscious crew members awake. "Asshole! He is stronger than us, now hurry up and sail!"

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

The Bordero's engine roared, moving quickly forward in the void, approaching the steel gate of the empire.

At the same time, most of the empire's warships also retreated to the safe zone. At this moment, the traitors and loyalists were insisting. The traitors were unable to initiate a subspace voyage to retreat or leave. They also had few warships left, and they did not dare to challenge the still-terrifying Steel. Door.

But the Imperial Guard cannot get close to the firing range of the Ark of Omen. With such suffocating persistence, the Imperial Guard can believe that the traitors will give up the attack because they have no supplies, or that the follow-up troops of the Red Pirates will come.

But Marcato still stressed in the communicator. "They won, they were outnumbered, the enemy had something so terrible, but they still won, God bless the Emperor, he had requested new supplies, they rested, feasted in front of the heretics, think about it , those heretics are now trapped in the hulk, without food, haha!”

The captain was now back in communication range and nodded in reply. “Yes, he can provide wine!”

Marcato said. "I'm back? Hero!"

the captain replied. "He is not a hero, Bordeleau is..."

Marcato replied. "Here we go again, our navy is always like that, okay, let's cheers to the Bordeaux!"

The tens of thousands of people left in the entire Astra Militarum shouted. "Cheers to the Bordeleau!"

And in the void, there seemed to be a graceful red-haired woman flashing by, raising a glass of wine to the remaining troops of the Imperial Astra Militarum...

In the dark universe that comes to the east, survival or failure, whether the traitors occupy this area or the victory of the Imperial Guard, everything is certain.

Weingal said as he looked at the stockpiles in the warehouse. "Dimensional blacksmiths, prepare the assault ships. They will form a Space Marine force that does not require supplies, and then bypass the Iron Gate and attack the forge world directly."

Dimensional blacksmith said. "Do they have to ask for it, why can't ordinary people work so hard?"

Vengar looked at the Astra Militarum and the Iron Gate in the distance. "Yes, if they want to win, they must let the mortals wholeheartedly..."

A new bloody storm is about to begin, plunder, death, and darkness. In that universe, there will never be a theme song, it will not stop, it will not stop...

He seems to have written Zhonggu and 40,000 together...