Chapter 185 The Invading Pirate Army

The Iron Gate is suspended in the void. That powerful Mechanicum creation has failed to be Pan Lan's original legacy. Its volcano cannon can no longer be repaired due to the collapse of rare special crystals on the outside, but it is still good as a drifting port and fire blockade.

Hundreds of warships surround it, and civilian ships also come in and out. The metal engines are like having a bonfire party. The shining steel gate is where they focus. Those war engines have been gathering here during that time. There are dozens of loyalists from all walks of life in a star system, but what about the entire star region?

Even after experiencing war and external chaos, there are still hundreds of battleships loyally gathering at the place where pirates will attack.

They are like the door gods guarding the Mandeville Point. The emperor's steel city guards the empire's first attack. At this time, due to the continuous development and the navy, the people are not developing the area. The achievements are not bad. Freeport.

The Skadis, who were soldiers, had been back from Panlan for a while, but in Ruming's conference room, Marcato handed over Alan Bair's coffee with great interest. "How does it feel to have a Forge World under your protection?"

Alan Bair is not surprised. I want to know, this is his territory. Is there any messy transaction that can be hidden from the commander-in-chief of the empire with his legs covering the sky?

Without that control, cults would have spread all over that sector, and demons would have appeared everywhere.

He took a bottle of ground coffee bought from civilians outside, tore open the waterproof paper bag, and enjoyed the touch of the oily paper on his legs. Then he carefully poured the artificial caffeine into his military kettle and shook it, smelling the outside of the Steel Gate. The unique smell of promethium.

Although he preferred living in Bordero, he still needed to be there to participate in the deployment and command of the Astra Militarum.

"He found something." There was no one around, and there would be no surveillance there. Aylan Bayer handed over the letter, and Marcato took it, his expression changed, and then he accepted it.

"He sent someone to do that."

Alan Beyer replied. "He needs to know the process."

Makato looked troubled, and then said. "Then I want to follow up and go to the tavern where I took the second lieutenant to yesterday to see what's going on."

Alan Bair nodded, and they pretended that that thing no longer existed.

Makato was willing to give him that kind of power simply because he was already so important. Compared to Makato's subjects, he was more like a war lord independent of the commander, with his own soldiers and even an independent territory.

He is very lacking in battleships, but if he wants to, Juecuo can split off a group of people to become his own Void Hunchback.

But status does not mean responsibility. The commander-in-chief has great responsibilities and brings a lot of trouble. Naturally, Alan Bayer understands that, and Bo Nao Makato has not been corrupted by power. He knows very well what the empire needs now. The invincible fleet, which protects the lifeblood of this star region, cannot resist the Red Pirates' invasion of the Sun Star Territory.

Makato put away those things. At this moment, the uniform of the Imperial Lieutenant General showed his authority. At least in that sector, that "weak" place, there was no death recruitment world as famous as Catachan, nor was there a world like Mars. In such a huge production world, there is a place where will and unity hold the battle line.

He visited the kingdom there. After that, in the command room, the war lords who came from all over the sector visited various dukes and princes. Many of them had similar military ranks to Makato, or even higher than him, and there were also several legions. A battle group, hundreds and dozens of battleships.

The heads of those war lords were raised high. They traveled far and wide to liquidate the sins of the Red Pirates. However, Makato had the highest and strongest position among them, because of the large amount of materials produced by the planetary trade system headed by Gondeva VI. His "wealth" reached its limit.

If the Ming Empire completely collapsed due to the weak control of that sector due to the invasion of the Red Pirates, the Astra Militarum princes from all over the world would be the only fighting force in that sector.

Without the Astartes, without the Battle Sisters of the Imperium, they could use a legion of mortals to offset that invincible thing.

A heretic is a heretic. In the hall of the Steel Gate, which is full of loyalists, the metal walls are full of green skinned blood that has not been wiped clean, and are weathered and cracked. It tells the story of what kind of tough guys the people there are. .

Makato's leg finger traced across the dark green star map. "The enemy will jump to approximately that location in the subspace during that time." A huge black machine appeared on the screen, a monster at the level of a planetary engine, which also denied the honor of the soldiers in that sector, their miracle, and the destroyed Ark of Omen. .

"That huge monster, the Heretic Engine, once threatened them. Now it's scrap metal, but even so it's still an excellent enemy stronghold. They don't have the power to deal with that thing. They can monitor that area now, port During that time, he has sent destroyers to regain control there, and the news will be updated soon. "

Seeing that monster, war lords from all over the world looked bad. Is the Ark of Omen's famous name in the Eye of Terror known to everyone? If its legend is wrong within the empire, the children will stop crying and the adults will change their expressions upon hearing this.

"Its engine has been completely destroyed, and there can't be anything to restart it." Marcato introduced that incident quite proudly. After all, he could become the leader there, and a large part of it was due to that contribution. , only thirty battleships wiped out the Red Pirates' advance force and one planetary engine, and the miracle of the Emperor's gift would not be the same.

Other lords had to admit that it was reassuring to have such a legion as their ally, but even so, Makato still wanted to throw out the bad news, tear it open, tear it apart, and show it to others.

"During that time, the subspace storm was getting smaller and smaller. According to their estimation, the void fleet of the Red Corsairs was ready. They didn't know the number of enemies, the deployment, or even when those people would come, but they could get that location."

"Near the Ark of Evil Omen..."

"Ark of Evil Omen?" "Ark of Evil Omen..." The war lords began to mutter. They were all heroes in their own territories, and they also had connections with each other. They even had many acquaintances. Maybe they all graduated from the same military academy.

The Emperor's sacred light led them here, but it could not cover up their fear of death.

Fear, people are destined to have fear, I can't deny fear. It is fear that makes sacrifice great. Without cowardice, what is courage?

They were not human either. Even if they were not war heroes, they would feel that such a huge planetary engine was at the level of force majeure. But Alanbair knew that they just lacked an answer, an answer that made them willing to sacrifice.

Hope, gap, anything is fine, the empire lacks that thing.

Their cowardice at the moment was just such a thing, the despair of not being able to see the future, but Alanbair stood up.

"Are you scared?"

Those war lords were all fierce men, they were all imperial warriors who fought countless enemies, and who was the young man in front of them? Was that... the Terra Star badge on his chest?

They all began to bow their heads and listen to their adjutants' introduction. After all, there was a lot of information outside the empire, and I couldn't expect them to know everything. They were commanders and soldiers, not intelligence officers.

When they roughly understood, their faces became relaxed again. But they felt that the young man in front of them was hot-blooded and didn't know how high the sky was. Could he really have a slightly complicated feeling for the lieutenant colonel who had experienced a lot?

But hot-blooded people all have it. "As long as the Emperor is here, no member of the Imperial Guard will sacrifice himself. What if their battle is hopeless?"

"The enemy has the Ark of Evil as a cover, and the evil planetary engine and its machine soul are still hostile to humans. They are also at a disadvantage in terms of manpower."

"If I think that sacrifice can win victory, then their cooperation is best to end here. When the warp storm stops, they can also run away when disaster strikes."

His words are very extreme. He is not very old, a major, not even thirty years old. He is still young because of fighting in the war years. He is full of blood. There is no doubt that the Imperial officer made great achievements in that cruel era after the warp storm blocked the area.

As long as you fight, you will often have good luck or patience to crawl, but it is unclear whether he has real ability or just luck.

Alan Baier also threw out his pride. "He contacted Qi Fan, the commander-in-chief of the eastern Damocles Gulf, and his legendary chief of staff Kane will also come."

"Caifas Kane?" Other officers and even generals were slightly moved by the name, the miracle of the Emperor, the warrior, the chief of staff Kane.

"Will he be their reinforcement?" asked the young officer.

Alan Baier nodded and said. "The star message he sent a year ago has been responded to some time ago. They just need to wait for about a week. They have come to the outskirts of that star zone and will rely on the Mandeville point of the current Iron Gate to jump here."

"The Astra Militarum of the Partoria star zone will also come to help."

The war lords couldn't move anymore. They were nervous and excited. The Empire hadn't had such a large-scale Imperial Guard march for thousands of years. If the three star zones really united, the expected number of warships would reach an exaggerated number of thousands.

"Expedition... Expedition is coming!" A general excitedly muttered the word. For the Imperial Army, expedition is a word that can only be experienced in history, like the expedition of Sun Lord Macharius, to recover countless territories of the Empire and expand the area that the Star Torch can shine.

If that thing is really implemented, they will become history, recorded in the history of the Empire for thousands or tens of thousands of years, but compared to leaving a name in history, the unity of the Imperial Guard is their most desired hope.

The Empire fears too powerful groups. Without the permission of the High Lord and the coordination of the Military Affairs Department, the Star Army can hardly cooperate with each other across star regions, resulting in the fact that although the Empire is huge, the amount of troops that can be gathered has always been low.

The excitement made the heroes of the Imperial Guard happy, but the old guys had to ask. "What about the permission and supplies of the High Lord? If we rashly gather such a large force, we will be labeled as heretics."

Alan Baier said. "Why, why do I care about those bugs?"

"Bugs? Those high lords of the empire..." the officer who wanted to spend his old age in peace muttered.

Alan Bair answered. "They had that chance. The Red Corsairs let them gather together. If they don't seize the opportunity to unite, they will completely lose all chances of victory."

"I am worried about the arrogant orders of those old driftwoods who are high up and slapping the extermination order, but dare not join the huge legion of the Imperial Guard that was rarely formed several hundred years ago and fire at the traitors who plundered my hometown?"

The bloody spirit is buried within the officers of the Imperial Guard. When they were young, they also wielded ammunition and sabers to win and kill the enemy. They were asked to choose, spend their old age in peace or take revenge. They hesitated but decided.

"Fuck those aliens!"

"No Emperor!"

"heresy!"

Yes, there are some useless people in the empire who are just a corpse, and there are also people who rely on their family status and military school results to become imperial generals, but there is no doubt that the heroes of the empire standing there are not the same.

Warlords can rely on being in a secure position to act like lapdogs, and they are better at shooting at their enemies with precision than groveling.

When Marcato looked at the situation at the moment, he was also very clear. The lieutenant colonel in front of him was more suitable to be a commander than him. At least he met Ruming, and the soldier's progress was incredible.

He wonders whether he will need to abdicate one day, but he is very clear that he is not yet in confinement, and after all, his qualifications are hanging there.

But Marcato was also happy enough. He looked at the tactical tablet, collecting information and reports. The situation of the war became brighter. The Imperial Guard received assistance and changes everywhere. Although they were not invincible, they were still able to survive. No empire squanders its life.

But good news doesn't come all the time. The God of Destiny is also stretching out his legs and arms. The video from the front line is transmitted to his legs. He has to cough to interrupt the high-pitched crowd there.

"Everyone, look at the screen, the holographic equipment, they are alive."

The crows and magpies were silent, but there was the hum of the equipment running. The priest connected the mechanical pipes, transmitted, and chanted the troublesome bytes, praising the God of all machines, praising the Ohm Messiah, and the first light green holographic picture appeared in front of everyone.

In the empty space area, according to the label, the huge Ark of Omen has disappeared, and a faint light flashed, then...

A dilapidated battleship, is it green? Um? Spikes and ruin, corruption and eight-pointed stars? Not a cultist, not a heretic? !

The streamlined hull, glowing with light, and the jet-black sharp blade, yes, but also the scum of the Eldar, looks like a seafood boat... titanium?

Until the vicious flagship arrives in the void, whether it is an attack strategy ship or a barge of space warriors, it will be clear whether that divine thing is a disgusting heretic battleship.

The Red Pirates' barge carries those colorful gadgets from different races, and the most loyal people in the Imperial Guard have to frown, because it means that the Red Pirates are using aliens.

"Unreasonable! They drive aliens to fight for themselves?!" the restless officer cursed. Is it vicious, blasphemous, and blasphemous to the human race?

But Alan Bayer said. "The Red Pirates are very generous. Even if it's just that, such an operation will make the battleship group huge. Without those aliens, the fleet will be reduced by two-thirds!"

Yes, the number is too large, thousands of battleships, and there is no shortage of battleships. The difference in strength is almost irreversible!

The loyalists had to face the situation. Hundreds, four hundred to be precise, were mistaken, and the Imperial Navy, which had no previous cooperation experience, requested destroyers, mistakenly sent thousands of enemy warships.

But despair did not prevail. Instead, they looked forward to whether they could create a miracle that would go down in history if reinforcements arrived.

Makato shouted at this. "Just deny the Emperor and let's do it!"

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