Chapter 200 Red Pirates' General Attack

The death of the aliens turned into fireworks and colored the entire void, and those dark and terrifying things were swept away. The combined force of the Imperial Guard and the Tau had a total of 300 battleships, although it was not as large as the flagship force of the Red Pirates in the East. The advantages can not be resisted for a long time.

The Imperial Guard had to breathe a sigh of relief, but it was not a good thing for the Tau. The alliance was not strong. After the collapse of the Eldar, the Tau actually wanted to quit.

In the command room of the Imperial Guard's Steel Gate, Shui was enjoying the joy of survival and his virtual image couldn't help but say. "Congratulations on the great victory. They will not join the Empire due to the Eldar occupation, nor will they continue to stay outside the Empire, but please let them use the Mandeville Point to leave, otherwise their alliance situation will change."

It would be like this if there were no consistent interests. As for Titanium, the Red Pirates and Titanium have no deep hatred and will not attack them. As long as the Red Pirates are not stupid, Titanium can completely offend them.

The Imperial Guard is not a fuel-saving lamp. Whether they are friends or enemies, it doesn't matter to them whether they are wrong or not. As long as those titans are prepared to leave, they can't even think of walking out of the steel gate.

At this moment, the Imperial Guard begged Tau to start the engine and they would fire the weapon, but Alan Bair, who was playing with the Eldar poison crystal gun, said. "What the traitors pay us, the Imperial Guard pays us more."

said the tau. "Is that confidential? They..." They thought for a while.

"They were willing to disclose relevant information to Lieutenant Colonel Alan Beyer."

Alan Bair looked at the color of the sparkling poison crystal in the east of the promethium lamp and answered. "Can."

He walked to his private room, which had a good level of confidentiality and the channel was switched to a private channel.

Shui said, "He promised to give them the history of the human empire, a long history of ten thousand years, and relevant documents, and those things would be dated through their anti-counterfeiting certification, and then sorted and sent to the home world. "

Alan Bair scratched his head. "Did I know that there are 10,000-year-old veterans among the Red Pirates? If you use their loin cloth to carve something into it, you can't tell whether it's genuine or not."

"And we have worked so hard to get just a few things that look like cultural relics?"

The top management of the Tau Tribe and Water Caste were silent, wondering whether they were fulfilling their responsibilities, but facing a group of old people who had lived for thousands of years, the new race did not have many choices.

Alan Beyer strikes while the iron is hot. "Do we believe him? He can tell us the real civilization, starting from 20,000 years ago..."

"Twenty thousand?!" For a young race like the Tau, such a long timeline is like a fantasy. Even the most primitive legend of the Tau has been proven to be less than 10,000 years ago.

"Humans have used AI and electronic equipment and are proficient in them. Humans have established a multi-racial alliance at the galactic level, even accommodating the Eldar and Greenskins." Alan Bair said, and the man swallowed his saliva.

"I can't believe it. If what I said is true, okay, it's worth it... They won't leave, but please tell them what you know." The senior management of the Shui family bowed and concentrated on consulting those secrets...

But one family was happy and the other was unhappy. After the leader of the Red Pirates, Qiu, got the information, things became strange. Qiu knew that they originally planned to enter the battlefield after the battle situation stabilized, but only half a day later, Tau suddenly betrayed them. The Eldar also fled in all directions, and the greenskin losses had already been accounted for, but that matter was not in the thoughts of the traitors.

Sir Ruthvan stood up from his inferior Scarlet Throne in disbelief, and behind him were batches of cultists and traitors, some of whom were corrupted Astra Militarum, and even some Inquisitors who were bewitched by demons. Those who are smart are not worthy of being honored guests, but those people can keep their heads down if they are clear about it.

A great defeat, although the aliens are weak and helpless, but ask yourself, can they do it! One hundred mistakes against six hundred, even if there is no wheel battle, it is enough to make people exhausted.

"Then defeat Veengar's troops?" Sir Rusfan smiled bitterly. He always felt that he was more like a descendant of the Blood Angel than that guy, even if he was not a Space Marine, but claimed to have inherited his spirit or something. .

But he had tried his best to pull the rotten empire out of hell and destruction, but Ruming was embarrassed by the smoke emitted by the damn old machine.

"Damn! Damn!" The anger made him start to smash his own things. Even though he regarded the huge flagship as his soul, his rage could no longer be stopped.

Things flew out randomly and were embedded in the wall due to the strange power caused by the mutation. The influence of the subspace made his teeth reveal fangs and his leg nails became slender, like that of a demon.

"Attack them, attack, press them all, attack in formation, move forward in the A-line, stagger the cannons, and use the light spears!"

Those bloody things and the slow roar of the Imperial engines tainted by the warp, the Chaos Gods doted on the team, and its warships have many marks from the four great masters of destruction, including the fallen nobles, traitors, and spiritual masters. The teams formed were also mixed with their warships.

They are not sophisticated craftsmen, at least there are many civilian ships among them, such as imperial transport ships. They are merchant ships, cargo ships and support ships. They shuttle in space routes and carry the lifeblood of the empire.

From dozens of transport ships in a planetary invasion, to hundreds or even thousands of transport ships participating in the Gothic War. The simple transport ships are as crucial to the victory of the war as the powerful battleships they support.

Although transport ships are slow, poorly maneuverable, and poorly equipped, they are often used to defend themselves in battle.

Fighting under unavoidable circumstances, such a battle will inevitably bring huge losses to the transport ships, because they simply cannot match a dedicated warship.

But their huge numbers are not the core of the Chaos forces, and the large number of mortal cultists and slave troops are not the core of the Chaos forces, not to mention the wealth those guys plundered from the empire.

At the same time, there were a large number of armed cargo ships, giant battleships equipped with large automatic cannons and a small number of cannons, but they were only as long as the liquid field.

But in addition to such garbage, the Chaos Traitors also have a large number of moon-class cruisers and several Inquisition black ships. The Inquisition's black ships are special "strike cruisers" used by the Inquisition.

They are not to be confused with the Adeptus Astra Telepathica's fleet of black ships, which are responsible for collecting psychics from across the Empire and transporting them to Terra.

The Black Ships of the Inquisition have a broader purpose, serving as messengers of Imperial justice and ensuring that all Imperial law is fully upheld.

Common ships of the Empire have armored prows, used to provide protection when ramming or approaching enemy ships, and are painted with gray steel paint.

Other ships of the Empire will always sail with lights on to prevent collisions, and will turn on more lights to "illuminate the enemy" during battle.

However, black ships don't have that: they don't have any lights (no pilot lights or signal lights), the hull is painted black (literally "black ship"), and the bow is blunt. The history of the Black Ships predates their use by the Inquisition in the 41st Millennium.

Their existence was noted as early as the Horus Heresy, when Death Guard loyalist Nathaniel Garro once described her.

"The fleet of the Septons Astartes is the sword that slays the enemies of Terra, and the Black Ship is the hammer of the Witch."

And the irony is that those things with the marks of the Chaos Gods are slowly moving forward towards the empire. Those inquisitors who once represented the human elite joined this path after the devil's bewitchment and the annihilation of the Inquisition. Already completely at odds with those who once protected the empire, they are still powerful executioners.

In addition to those powerful things, the escort aircraft carrier is still a powerful force that cannot be ignored. The external cargo warehouse of the behemoth that was transformed from a cargo ship was changed into an armory, which can carry hundreds of void fighters, such as the most classic furious fighter.

Although the troops are not elite, they do not have destroyers, and they cannot use the power of civilian armed forces. Except for those, there are only a large number of cruisers and a few very few strategic ships.

Massive, troublesome, and deadly, it is not their destined choice, as if they are not human, but have become like other races, with a hint of madness.

The red color stained the panel of the auspicious device. They came without any cover-up and came with the premise of starting a war. They are all not human beings, but traitors are traitors.

Makato looked at the auspicious instrument meaningfully. The war was about to break out. It was rare for the Tau, the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicus to stand on the same position, but there were more people than him who had smelled it.

In the darkness of the void and far away from the battlefield, One Eye caressed Merovingian's core, his big green face grinning, and he realized that that thing could be an opportunity for them to leap.

The orc boys had been waiting for too long, and the Bloodaxes were hungry, so they asked to reach the Mandeville point, so that they could receive the signal from the previous teleportation anchor ship, and then use the jump engine to leave that area.

"It's been too long, I can't stand it anymore!" the orc complained to One Eye at school.

Just say no if you have one eye. "Nothing, don't worry, humans and humans, no matter who wins, we can win."

"Boys, how's the corner equipment going?"

"waaaaahhgboss!"

"It's ready, then we can make the biggest, most waaaagh thing!" the tech master replied.

The so-called collision angle is just a huge bulge made of many scraps of Merovingian. It has far exceeded the size of any human creation, but it is essentially a garbage mountain. Yes, it is simply sewn and welded. A large amount of garbage was piled up, spanning a mountain of orcish garbage that was as large as a continent.

That crazy thing is the only attack method of the Ark of Omen Ruming, and if it is powerful enough to penetrate a planetary engine of the same level in one blow, it requires some garbage and more ingenuity.

Orcs are just that kind of creatures. They are cunning, greedy, stupid and...

horrible.

In the void, the battle between the Imperial Guard and the red pirate traitor forces has begun. They are completely unaware of the orcs' plan. They are firing alternately with their light spears. The battleship is being dissolved in Didong with a mixture of terrible metal and human flesh and blood, like a meat grinder. The void war continues.

The electromagnetic gun and Steel Gate's firepower is powerful, and those Imperial civilian ships are even more vulnerable. Behind the cover of the Steel Gate, the Imperial Guard has an advantage everywhere.

The huge group of battleships biting each other in the void erupted with light that was clearly visible to Pan Lan. The founding governor stroked his daughter's head and looked eastward.

"Are they fighting?" Arya asked.

replied the Governor. "Yes, the Astra Militarum is a thorn in the side of those traitors. They are as incompatible as fire and water."

"The long time and fighting will be like the sky full of fireworks."

His monitor looked at the sky. The thick and blurry atmosphere could not prevent Pan Lan from witnessing the miracle of war. There were no stars in that world, but the sacrifice and death of the Ming Dynasty had created a clearly visible "Milky Way" that stretched across the entire planet's equator.

It was beautiful, but it was creepy, because those twinkling stars were not stars, but life.

The Imperial Guard pressed forward at this moment. They had gained a strategic advantage and moved forward with it. The Red Pirate noble leader cursed, but the disadvantage was irreversible. The Imperial Guard and the Iron Gate had completed the miracle of 1 against 10. The Emperor slowly praised his children's bravery in the sky.

Victory was in sight, and the light of the stars expanded even more outward. The Governor laughed. "They begged for victory!"

Arya asked. "If the Imperial Guard lost, would they choose to surrender?"

The Governor said. "They refused once, and they will refuse a second and third time. They are different from those servile bugs. They have seen the light and can no longer succumb to darkness."

Yes, the light is moving forward. The honor of the Imperial Guard and the light of the Astra Militarum are attacking with the wrath of the Emperor. After the bombing of the noble's strike cruiser Beimao Lance, he quickly insulted the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Navy, especially the Titanium.

But the disadvantage cannot be reversed. The Bordello defeated countless traitors in front of him. Alan Bair proposed beside the captain to smash the deck on the wrong side with a cannon, and the void shield was paralyzed by the Titanium.

Victory is at hand. General Marcato lay in the command room with relief. He looked at the reinforcements that arrived in two days and drank a sip of coffee.

"It's really bitter, but it's sweet after a while, no wonder he likes it..."

Marcato is a hero, he knows he can be put down again, he wrote a letter of appointment, entrusting Alanbair as the commander-in-chief of the temporary expeditionary force of the Astra Militarum, and transmitted it to the database of the Imperial Guard with a tablet.

Soon the order became known to everyone, and Alanbair replied. "Damn it, that job is tiring, he doesn't ask!"

Marcato said. "One day I need to take over his mission."

But when he wanted to say something, the auspicious instrument made a rapid roar.

The astropath was connected to the sensor, and he was very proud. "There is something, so big, a planetary engine, or... the Ark of Evil Omen?! It is crashing towards them?!"