Chapter 201 If the Emperor of God Really Protects His Child
The universe was dark, terrible, crazy, full of aliens and chaos. When the children of the empire stood firm with blood and sacrifice, it would reward those loyal people with even crazier news.
The fierce flames were as bright as stars, so bright that the entire huge void fleet stopped, and they looked at the auspicious instrument at the Iron Gate that had lost its communication signal.
With the Imperial Guards attacking with all their strength and the intelligence equipment of the Iron Gate focusing on defending the frontal enemy, the entire Red Pirates were destroyed, but at this moment, a terrible thing the size of a planet suddenly appeared from behind.
In the vast void, a visual range of only a few thousand kilometers is nothing for sublight engines, but for the naked eye, or for humans themselves, the entire planet can't be seen as a larger dot.
The one-eyed man has always been not far from the Mandeville point, but because of its flameout and the war of the Imperial Guard, it can't patrol, which gave the cunning guy an opportunity.
The huge orc-made object, the planetary engine, produced intense light and burning things in the collision with the Iron Gate. It was likely to break and fly far away. Just brushing against the warships would be a disaster, not to mention that many were captured by Pan Lan's gravity and fell to that poor forging world.
The gravity of the Ark of Evil Omen and the heat generated by the atmosphere made the ramming horn cut the entire Iron Gate like a butter knife.
"General Marcator? General Lord Marcator!" Alan Bair tapped the communication, hoping that the old thing would not break down. Without the general, the expedition would stagnate.
The captain pressed his legs and arms. "Lieutenant Colonel, no one can survive that kind of attack..."
"General Marcato has returned to the throne!"
The Chief of Staff was silent. To be precise, any member of the Imperial Guard with experience in the void war would not think that Mr. Marcato is very alive...
But that Ark of Bad Omens was the culprit that took away the complete victory from the Imperial Guard. Although most of the Imperial Guard's infantry was stationed in Panlan and the void warships also entered the combat orbit, the entire Void Gate suffered a huge loss, not to mention that General Marcato, the commander-in-chief, and the soul of the Imperial Guard were also among them.
The main channel of the Imperial Guard was already in chaos. There was no news about the orcs' assault, and the Red Pirates? Those remnants of them were no longer important!
But at this moment, there was Alanbair who could command that huge force. Marcato's half-joking appointment before was his original order. The Imperial Guard quickly sent a signal to Bordello.
"Commander-in-Chief Alanbair, Lord of War, please pass on the combat order!"
Everything happened suddenly, and his thoughts became a mess. Alanbair was furious. He looked at the orcs' troops, but said calmly. "Attack the remaining Red Pirates!"
Their firepower could not kill the Ark of Evil Omen, and the time for revenge had not come. As Alanbair worried, if they did not completely wipe out the Red Pirates, they would tell the details of the war to the Blackheart King, making him even more powerful.
The Ming Empire was attacked from all sides, literally, in the material world, and strategically, there was no doubt.
The Empire needs a strong leader, a new war order, and a guy who is calm and crazy enough.
Since the order is carried out in an orderly manner, only tenacious, rational and brave warriors can survive in that dark universe. Makato had predicted that one day it would be like that. Stepping on the corpses of his superiors, isn't it a necessity, a tragic necessity of the Imperial Guard?
If the Emperor really cherished his people, he would not squander human life without restraint, even though he was indeed rich and almost the entire galaxy was in his hands...
The volleys of the cannons and the sharp blades of the light spears, but the Tau were still sluggish. They were amazed at the monster as big as a planet, and also regretted the dissipation of the powerful Iron Gate of the Imperial Guard. Of course, their short civilization had never thought of a war engine as big as a planet. At this moment, countless people stopped shooting and prepared to record the information to convey back to their home world.
In the Red Corsair's strike cruiser, outside the flagship, Rusfan's face was not good. His strategic goal was to attack the Iron Gate and obtain the Ark of Bad Omen, but it was actually taken by those greenskins.
Even if they were stupid, they could see that those greenskins had occupied the magpie's nest, greedily took the things of the Black Heart King, and successfully got the legs, and the huge planetary engine was emitting a twisted green light. Did the orcs' transmission equipment, those ugly things, not only get the legs, but also escape successfully! ?
The light of the spear had already touched him. His great achievements had not yet begun, but the orcs had taken the lead. The resentment made him uncomfortable...
'Is the halberd ready? "The knight asked his most powerful psychic.
The monster with a severely mutated body could no longer tell whether it was human or something else. His eyes were full of heads, and he wore a gorgeous robe. His hair had fallen out and his head was full of pits.
"No, sir." He could no longer speak. He could use psychics to talk to others. It was better to say that his body was completely dependent on psychics to survive. In a way, humans could also evolve like that. In fact, the psychic potential of humans was even better than that of the Eldar. There were too few people who could develop it to that extent.
"Yes..." The knight was also human. Before he was destroyed by his compatriots and before the void shield roared and wailed, he wanted to give a surprise to the orcs who plundered his future.
He lost to the Imperial Guard and failed in the duel, but he was absolutely angry that he gave the aliens a chance to take advantage of him.
"All psychics obey the order and use all their psychic powers to interfere with the stability of Mandeville Point!"
There are many rare mutants, one in every ten million, in the Eye of Terror, and those people who gather together to sing the praises of destruction are very powerful, but the subspace and the physical universe are so huge, they There is no way that a small spoon can stir up the ocean.
But it is not difficult for them to make a mistake and cause trouble, otherwise the price will be enough that their souls will be wiped out in the subspace, and the heads of the psychics will explode one by one in the terrible ritual of chaos. As one of them, Jazz sees Looking at the dark void.
They all have a good temperament, they hate aliens more than humans, and they hate the empire more than their compatriots. However, the exclusion of the Ming Empire and the values brought by the Corpse Emperor made it impossible for their group of physically mutated people to return to their human compatriots.
And they found a second home in the Black Heart King's legs, but Ruming was tricked by the green skin again.
His defeat to the Imperial Guard was fair and square, but those aliens want to escape and enjoy their victory, but that's not allowed!
"No to the Chaos Gods!"
"No chaos, gods!"
The behavior of those crazy, paranoid humans who are not recognized by the empire at this moment has to be said to be extremely loyal, otherwise they would be loyal to their own race, not the emperor and the empire.
The brain exploded, the battleship was vaporized by the salvo, but their actions prevented One Eye from receiving the signal from the boy in the Mandeville Point to leave the sector.
"Damn it, damn it, why did those shamans say that we..." One-Eye's teeth were all broken. There are not many of them, and they cannot survive the invasion of the Imperial Guard. If they continue like this, they will be successfully surrounded and suppressed by the Empire. !
Is that the case in that universe? Sometimes the Emperor's great vision cannot be comprehensive, but he will help his children. No matter what method or situation, there will always be a glimmer of hope for mankind in the desperate universe.
At this moment, the Imperial Guard watched their enemies turn into dust in the void, and Alan Bair also discovered that the orcs were pretty good. "They didn't do warp travel?"
The Astropath saw what happened through the haze of subspace. He seemed to be infected by those crazy wills. The madness caused by the huge amount of information entering his body through sensors all the time also stopped, he said calmly.
"No...No, the curses placed by those traitors when they died made Mandeville Point unusable for a short period of time!"
"Those traitors?" the captain said in disbelief. After all, in their concept, those lunatics with mutated bodies and beliefs in evil gods are not guys with brain problems.
Alan Bair, however, looked meaningfully at the wreckage of the Space Marine battleship that was evaporated in the void. Although the universe was either black or red, it was difficult to evaluate the quality of a person. Otherwise, he would not believe in the Emperor. A good person is not a bad person even if he likes evil gods.
They are all like a nest of crows, and they are definitely not as ordinary as black. At this moment, Alan Bayer has to admit that those people are his compatriots, even if they have betrayed them.
Their souls still will not go to the Golden Throne, but there is something new to be reckoned with.
"Brothers and sisters of the Imperial Guard, their brave Lieutenant General Makator, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard West and the mighty War Lord who fell to the machinations and murders of those Greenskins, all our compatriots who basked in the light of the Star Torch, the Loyalists, they I have a long-cherished wish, right?" Alan Bayer roared into the communicator.
The other warriors answered. "revenge!"
"Revenge!" "No to the Emperor!"
"No War Lord Makato!"
Although compared to the entire Imperial Guard's warships, which are only one-thousandth of the size of the planet, those huge steel engines that stretch for hundreds of kilometers are not worth mentioning in front of the Ark of Omen.
Don't forget, those guys are carrying nuclear bombs, virus bombs, and nuclear bombs. When the number of orcs is not large, the Imperial Guard can withstand the counterattack of those orcs and use their own weapons to clean up the planetary defense projects.
The orcs also spent a lot of materials, manpower and resources on whether to build collision horns and jumping engines, and Ming's Ark of Omen had no ability to resist.
"No, no?!" One Eye looked at his crude orc detector. The precise name is the orc fart detector. It is made to imitate the human auspicious device. The countless red dots on it represent that they are about to die. .
"Hurry up and teleport, use Kaka Big Legs (the name of the teleportation device) to take us to other places!" One Eye cursed, but his deputy leg said.
"Boss, we are not on track. If the position of the asteroid overlaps and the molecules collide with each other, the amount of energy produced will be enough to put our big spiked cans (the Orks' nickname for the Chaos Space Marines) into battle on the moon. Blow a big hole!"
"Or we may appear directly in front of a new enemy, but we are very unprepared for war."
One eye can tell. "Pray for protection!"
There is no way, even if he is wise, he can't know the future, what about Buhuan, there is no hope if he doesn't jump, teleportation has a chance of survival!
He pressed the east button, and something started to buzz and reverberate, and the large orc machines shook like they were falling apart. It was hard to imagine that such a simple thing in the human steam age could actually travel across the stars. Created by the cosmic civilization, similar to star gates, wormholes, etc., they are powerful devices that even the Ming Dynasty's empire can only dream of.
It is no exaggeration to say that the technology of the orcs can return to the forefront of the galaxy in extreme cases, but most orc tribes do not have the ability to build such things. If the one-eyed man had not "eaten" a genius priest alive, that thing would still be a fantasy.
When the bright green light flashed, the one-eyed ark left at an extreme time, and the void was left with the wreckage of the war and a mess. Pan Lan was like being hit by a group of meteorites because of the fragments, and the already broken surface was even more pitiful.
The highly carbonized wreckage and fragments of the Iron Gate floated in the void, slowly gathering due to gravity. Perhaps hundreds of years later, the wreckage of the battleship and the Iron Gate will form a large metal polymer similar to a space wreck there.
The Star Army landed indifferently on the nearest world. The Governor of Casting could not meet Alan Baier because of the disaster, and Alan Baier was not in the mood.
The greatest man he knew in that cruel empire left. Now he had an important task. He began to integrate the troops, the Imperial Army, the Imperial Navy, the Imperial Guard, the Military Affairs Department, the Inquisition, and a lot of related things. Responsibility represents full effort and responsibility.
In that dark universe, no one can avoid responsibility, and no one can be perfect.
The entire war machine is still roaring, the red pirates have not dispersed, and the haze of the green skins has not dissipated. A few days later, the turbid and hellish Panlan scenery east, the Imperial Guard gathered in Panlan's low-Earth orbit. They have completed the repairs and are well organized.
Ailanbaier changed into the general uniform of the commander-in-chief. He used to be a war lord, and now he is a war general, asking those fallen compatriots for their sins.
The gorgeous clothes made him uncomfortable, but he still used virtual images to show his overly young appearance.
"All members of the Imperial Guard Pangia sub-sector war zone, he is our war lord, the Imperial Guard, the commander-in-chief, Alan Bair."
"Tomorrow, they will launch a revenge expedition to retake the Great Whirlpool area and the Pangia sub-sector and the thousands of imperial worlds that have fallen..."
At this moment, fluctuations appeared in Mandeville's point.
"And he will lead the Pangia sub-sector, the Gondva sub-sector, the eastern part of the Damocles Gulf, and the Paltoria sector to take revenge on the green-skinned orcs, the alien blood axe one-eyed, the Great Whirlpool One-Eye Red Pirates, the Blackhearted King, and the traitor Huron!"
Mandeville's point showed a full thousand warship alliances, the Damocles Gulf and the Paltoria sector, and the power of tens of thousands of worlds gathered. Would that be the largest expedition of the empire during that period? No one would break through for at least a hundred years...