Chapter 186 The Iron Wall of the Empire

"How far..." The flagship of the Red Corsair, or more precisely the bright red battle barge, the honor of the Space Marines, at least the honor of the past, the command post, corruption and disgusting things breed, the iron throne, stained with blood, like a metal rose.

A mortal as a commander, abnormally commanding the entire army, he is not a Space Marine, his legs are not, that is, the pirate fleet is not Huron's troops, but its minions.

He wears gorgeous military uniforms, holding a power saber, arrogant temperament and blonde hair, ruddy skin, but he is definitely not a human, to be precise, anyone can feel his goodness.

Ruddy, like tuberculosis-like skin, lavender pupils, representing that he has mastered the power of the spirit, his special appearance instantly makes people connect to the legendary monsters that spread to the ancient Terra era, but he is definitely not.

He was a sinner who betrayed the Empire, nor a guy who claimed to be a savior. He was once a noble of the ancient Terra of the Empire. His ancestors experienced the great era of the Great Crusade with the Emperor. He was a descendant of loyalists who followed Horus and others into the Eye of Terror. However, he was born in the chaotic warp and was no longer like a real human.

History is already vague. There are stories passed down by word of mouth in the family. His face has changed, his mind has been polluted by Chaos, and he even betrayed the Astartes Legion he once served, robbed a great battle barge from the 30k era, and filthy everything in his world.

Because Slaanesh, one of the Chaos Gods, was so powerful because of his family's kinship. The Chaos sorcery inherited by his family even gave the Space Marines a headache.

At this moment, he ordered his barge to be the Star Curtain, and joined the Blackheart King's army as a navy. He was proud of the stories passed down by word of mouth in his family. In his eyes, he was the true heir of the empire...

He knew the ruined human history, got the story of the Primarch from his ancestors, and witnessed the power of the warp, but he was not afraid of those things. Instead, he felt that he could use the power of the Chaos Gods from the High Heaven to take the ruined empire into his pocket.

He even formed a very large pirate army, and as its master, he occupied a very large star field, and all the credit was because he joined the Red Corsairs, the former Star Claws!

It must be said that the reason why Huron became the Lord of the Red Corsairs was that he recruited soldiers and quickly expanded his scope. This was also his most powerful point, using people for talent, not relatives.

Even if that arrogant guy joined, he only used his swordsmanship to kill the mortal servants who followed Huron, and then he took all the remnants according to Huron's principles, and got the first pot of gold in the physical universe as soon as possible.

"Sir Rusfan, they can reach the Ark of Evil Omen in 30 minutes." His butler, with a delicate face, was probably a young man of 14-5 years old, wearing a retro tuxedo, and his body had not mutated, so he was relatively "pure".

He used complex tubes to pierce his legs and arms, and blood was continuously output, sterilized at low temperature, filtered, and then dripped into the equipment outlet in front of him, like wine falling into a goblet.

But that guy was his younger brother. To be precise, in terms of kinship, his family swallowed the blood of their own blood relatives and was proud of it. It was even different from the humans in the empire. That perverted blood-sucking family regarded body mutation and spiritual awakening as honors since the first Earl Degu. Those with a low degree of change were their "drinks" instead of "blood relatives".

Of course, that was also a gift from the Chaos Supreme Heaven. At first, they just found that such survival of the fittest was suitable for inheriting better genes. Later, their belief in that thing began to make such abnormal behavior come true...

Using distorted standards to turn their relatives into props and slaves, and highly flaunting the superiority of their bloodline, such education must start from childhood until the end of their lives.

The bright red "drink" handed over by the boy was also loved by the noble named Rusfan, and he believed that it was the foundation of his noble bloodline.

He drank the bright red thing, and the wine-like goblet was shaking with the filth and sticky body fluids of Chaos. Although it was clearly taking their lives, his expression was as if the boy in front of him should thank him.

"What am I shaking for." He wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and the butler also answered. "My Lord, the Ark of Evil Omen has disappeared."

Rusfan's fingers trembled, and his emotions became intense. His fingers couldn't help but extend their bright purple nails, extending abnormally. This was also the characteristic of their family's gene mutation. If they were emotionally excited, they would not be able to control their own mutation characteristics.

"What... How come, is it... Lord Huron's treasure..."

He crushed the cup, and the sharp fragments could not scratch his seemingly weak skin, leaving only a tiny mark. "Enough, the good things done by the Astra Militarum should be denied..."

"Unforgivable, the disappearance of the noble planetary engine will become a problem for his legion, and the record will be wiped out in the bad record. That useless guy, Vengar, is a pity that he does not deny the descendants of the Red Angels."

"Full speed forward, close to the Iron Gate, let the greenskins attack the outpost, he is fed up with those chattering guys, and he didn't intend to recruit them into the army. It's just right to be cannon fodder."

"Herald, those things in the First Fleet of the Guardians go forward, just say kill an Imperial ship, use the recorder to record it, and give them enough teeth as a reward."

There must be brave men when there is a big reward, not to mention that the greenskins are greedy. This is also what Huron proposed, using the alien way, staying on the surface, trading, trade, cooperation, but not going deeper.

At the end of the dark 40th millennium, people had the same understanding of the aliens. Until the great years of their betrayal of mankind, no human sovereignty would open its arms to them again, no, never again.

The disgust and hatred of human beings for the aliens have been buried in the bones, from the desperate betrayal of the Dark Ages and the subsequent enslavement and plunder for thousands of years, falling into the East Stone, slaughtering citizens, and then turning into the hatred of human beings for 20,000 years.

Whether they were born in any corner of Terra or the Empire, and whether they believed in the Chaos Gods or the One God Emperor, for humans, the aliens are the most disgusting things in the world.

Use them, enslave them, persuade them, in the duet of violence and profiteering, that music drives the orc leader's sturdy metal legs and arms to pull the lever, and the engine driven by a simple mechanical structure spews out black smoke. Even the best mechanical priests cannot understand whether it is a vacuum, where does the smoke come from, but that thing exists.

A broken machine, but the exterior does not look rough. Various customized and reinforced components, a big red button for one-time acceleration, a transmission system and a traction beam generator, etc.

There are all kinds of dazzling things. In comparison, the warships of the East human beings want to accomplish what is in front of them, but the efforts of millions of people in the Imperial Navy are required to mobilize pistons, overload engines, and release traction.

Humans still don't know how the orcs did it, but they can indeed install trap equipment that is almost sensitive to no mistakes in a seemingly unmanned room, and accurately kill the enemy without hurting their own people. Of course, they don't care about hurting their own people, as long as the guy who installed the thing sees it hit people, it will be happy enough.

Orcs, it's not that simple. If they want to fight, they can get a lot of money. The more they fight, the more they beat, the more they get!

Excited, the blood is flowing, the orc leader is eager to try, and the boys are even happier. "Let's do it~waaaaaghhh.!"

"waaaaaaaagh!"

"waaaaaaagh!"

The broken flagship, the Killing-class conventional cruiser is the flagship of the pirate force. It looks like a dark beast with teeth painted on the front. It is equipped with cannons and heavy cannons, and can also launch torpedoes from the side. The flagship is even more "cool" to embed the teeth of the Leviathan hive monster they picked up into its spacecraft, making it look like a "unicorn".

In addition to the flagship, there are dozens of other Killing-class cruisers, while the other warships of the unit are simple-class light cruisers.

Small light cruisers similar to the Empire, first appeared in large numbers during the Third Armageddon War. Like most Ork warships, the simple cruisers look shabby and highly customizable, and are equipped with many strange Ork weapons for ramming or attacking enemy ships.

Many of these ships are modified with captured Imperial Indomitable and Dutiful class hulls, but for the loyalists, the "ridiculous" modifications are particularly ridiculous.

But in fact, the invasion formation composed of light cruisers is unexpectedly strong in terms of offensiveness. They are like wolves, wolf packs. The Orks can be very united under the leadership of the war leader, and the fleet number of nearly 100 can also provide them with considerable firepower, which can even threaten strategic-class cruisers.

Especially when they are equipped with torpedo boats or real torpedoes.

Such troops are the nightmare of the Red Pirates' enemies. They have torn and chewed countless enemies, and they have not stopped until the bright moon.

The orcs were gradually approaching, and the auspicious instrument of the Iron Gate had been opened frequently because of the war, with a low buzzing roar and bright red punctuation.

"Enemy attack!" A loud voice spread to countless warships of the Imperial Navy, including the Bordello, as the central command flagship, and Alanbair as the escort force, and the captain and he were in charge at the same time.

Such a mix is ​​actually very strange, especially if it has indirectly ignored the sacred book of the Empire, the Codex Astartes, written by the Primarch, Robert Guilliman, which made him want to slap himself to death, and to be precise, the holy book of the entire armed forces of the Empire.

He made it impossible for the Imperial Navy to mix with the Imperial Guard, and the Imperial Guard could not touch the Imperial Navy, and the armored regiment could not touch the infantry regiment, and the infantry regiment could not touch the artillery regiment.

Let's not talk about how much convenience it would bring to the infantry regiment with a few mortars. Just talk about the poor infantry-tank coordination of the Empire. Isn't Mr. Robert responsible for some of the credit?

In the near future, the great Primarch will soon realize that the severity of human decline has reached the point where the holy code is useless. The Imperial Guard in that star zone has reached the point where it needs to break the old rules.

Alanbair also knows that at the end of the dark fortieth millennium, those members of the High Lords' Council who cannot tolerate the emergence of any large new groups cannot do so no matter how loyal they are. But that is no longer something that the Imperial Guard can consider. No matter what the High Lords say, the Galaxy is burning. They have no choice but to fight.

The captain shouted. "Full power output of the energy source, preheat the light spear array."

"Ship forward, contain the enemy, be careful of torpedo attacks."

'Phosphorus, intelligence is not their advantage!"

The battleship slowly moved forward, and a small force of Indomitable light cruisers and Sword-class destroyers formed the front of the battleships, which gathered sharp blades, ready to hit like a blade and launch torpedoes.

And Bordello controlled the core force composed of Moon-class and a large number of Moon-class modified cruisers, about 70 in total, and the Coroni and Armageddon-class strategic cruisers went through the main gate, and no one could enter lightly.

In the chaotic communication channel, the chats of countless battleships were mixed, and they were all discussions of senior officers of the Imperial Navy. "Why did the Ark of Evil Omen disappear?"

"Who knows, maybe it's just a conspiracy of heretics, cover it up with earth when water comes! "

The Imperial Navy talked, tacitly, and the strong tacit understanding made the channel chaotic but ready to go. They did not need orders, but needed to communicate with each other to coordinate, and the secret was to do their own duties and do their duties to the best of their ability.

"Be alert to the space ahead, engage the enemy..."

"Target confirmed, alien troops, green-skinned light cruisers! Fire!"

Flashes, light spears and giant cannons in the void burst, thousands of steel behemoths bit each other, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a myth of the creation, the fierce light is as dazzling as the stars shining in the endless void, and each explosion represents death.

The broken fine gold swayed in the void, and the radiation indexer made a crackling sound due to the continuous mutual shooting and the fireworks of the engine explosion.

The orc boss spoke in an unpleasant accent. "Boys, use a long cannon, and use a big cannon if the distance is close. "The long ones are mainly artillery, and the large ones are plasma cannons or shotguns. The Orc cruisers don't have lances, so the penetration effect is slightly poor, but their fierce ramming and torpedoes are very effective in close combat, causing headaches for the loyal troops.

As for the Imperial Guard, the captain made an experienced judgment. "They pull away, use artillery and lances to consume the enemy, and destroyers use mobility to bypass."

Alan Baier said. "They don't have time. The enemy's large forces will soon press forward. The morale of the Orcs is not strong. They should gather to attack the flagship in front."

The captain said. "They can't determine the position of the flagship!"

Alan Baier pointed to the body of the killer cruiser and said. "Let me see that one. It has such big teeth in front. It must be that one. Shoot at it!"