Chapter 290 Magron the Pious

Endless void, four warships, priceless, although not as powerful as the Great Metal City of the Imperial Navy, but also treasures that countless mortals cannot get in their short lives, they belong to only one person, a villain who can treat the lives of hundreds of millions of people as toys.

Three Galaxy-class armed cargo ships formed a defensive battle array around a Carrack-class transport ship. They came in a style that conforms to the three-dimensional space combat of the universe. Obviously, they are not cargo ships. Except for pulling shells and supplies, nothing else exists.

Galaxy-class armed cargo ships are quite ancient treasures. They once belonged to the remains of human civilization scattered around the Milky Way in the Age of Strife. However, they are not priceless ancient holy objects. They are more of warships formed by people relying on a rough understanding of technology. However, the extensive use of dark technology era technology makes its appearance very unique.

The more rounded turret macro cannons and the entire flat paddle-like hull give it a touch of the Tau style, but to be precise, it should be that the Tau has a touch of the ancient human style, and it is not limited to the traditional left and right side cannons of the Empire. The flexibility is obviously very good, but the armor is obviously not as thick as the ships often used by the Empire, and it is easy to be completely penetrated.

At the same time, such a design makes its cargo hold very small, closer to a frigate or a battleship, but it is obviously not easy to find this ancient behemoth here.

The two-kilometer behemoth they are protecting is close to the Bordello in terms of system. Although this does not mean that it also has the powerful power of the main ship of the Imperial Navy, it does not have a light spear that can easily burn the enemy through the atmosphere and a powerful enough macro cannon, but you can't deny that this behemoth has a good deterrent power just by impact.

In addition to the typical styles of the Empire's standard "long shovel-shaped big square face" and "buttocks with churches", the biggest feeling of this behemoth compared to the real Imperial Navy Moon-class battleship is clean, yes, clean.

It lacks close-in defense guns, because of reactor power and cost limitations. Its only lethal weapon is the dark holes on the side of the hull, and the amazing macro-cannon array. There are ten guns on one side, and the muzzle of a gun is nearly 70-80 meters wide. It is still deadly and terrible, and should not be underestimated.

With such power, its owner must be in a high position. The joint army composed of two asteroid fortresses is a private army to be precise, but it is much richer than most charter captains. The navigator can feel the endless void through the metal machine, which helps them to maneuver very quickly. Even if they cannot enter Mandeville Point and the subspace, the navigator can greatly reduce the risk of navigation.

He is an alarm to maintain the fragile alliance bond, and a vital official who expresses the fate of the alliance at the end. He has communication equipment approved by the Lord's Mark, and in this dark universe, information is even more valuable than life.

Therefore, he was almost infinitely trusted by the lord, and he also had a high prestige in the territory. He was responsible for such a heavy responsibility, but this powerful person could not stand the daily life of these ascetics. The three meals were simple, the residence had no luxurious things, and the complicated scriptures and daily worship made him mentally tired. Ordinary people could use the identity of a guest to avoid those madness, but his position did not allow him to do so.

Thinking of this, his skin could not help but have a physiological reaction. Dense goose bumps covered his fair skin. He could not help but kneel on the ground and knock his head against the metal ground made of pure gold to sing the honor of the emperor with self-torture, and asked the great Lord of Humanity to forgive his short-lived imagination of heresy in his mind, because only ignorance can serve the emperor wholeheartedly.

At this moment, he hated his own intelligence very much, which could not be tolerated, and could not help but suddenly stretch into his mind at all times. The sin and the filth of heresy!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, the sound continued, and finally blood flowed from his forehead, and his madness stopped slightly, but the other crew members did not show fear or misunderstanding when they saw such a situation, but instead revealed admiration, that look was almost crazy, crazy admiration.

But after he finished speaking, the shells had been fired, the light of the macro cannon flashed, and the small transport cargo ship exploded instantly. About 6,000 people died in this ridiculous trial...

He could only endure, endure, but today, only today he could not endure it, he staggered to his table, the ascetic life made him unbearable, he could only pour out a few white potions, then smashed them into powder with a cup, and swept them into the bitter water with his hands.

He was not a subject of the master here, so he could only be the noble lords of the three Galaxy-level antiques surrounding this ship.

The three just now were his last, and now he seemed to be burned out. He subconsciously touched his package, trying to get some new good things, but there was only an empty feeling.

Soon, a whipping sound appeared. A crew member took off his clothes and whipped his upper body with a whip. The bright red marks represented his loyalty. He didn't like pain at all, but he felt that such pain could represent loyalty. At the same time, other crew members and even the Duke himself looked at the madman with approval.

He wore a red-yellow robe, and the entire robe was covered with complex runes and loyal prayers. He held a rosary in his right hand, each rosary was the size of a thumb, and he slowly moved it. He was bald and pious, like a priest, looking at the endless dark and evil void outside the ship window, and the servants who were busy here, matching the color of his yellow robe.

Stimulants and pills manipulated his body and heart, and dried up his soul and will.

When he straightened his clothes and walked like a graceful man, and stepped into the bridge, the loyalist Magron asked. "Ah, you who don't serve the Emperor, where did you go?" His eyes seemed to see through something, but the diplomat just answered calmly. "Bathroom, your faith should not include inhibiting excretion, right?"

This middle-aged man is the master of the fortress, no doubt, but he is more of a devout believer than the imperial nobles. Just as most people are unclear about the current situation in Wandering Port, he did not realize that he has become a heretic.

They can replace food with those words, such as physical torture, which can be endured no matter what. This is why the Duke here, Magron, who is called the pious, can occupy the main position in this small alliance with a ship.

The Duke shouted. "Oh my God?" His skin trembled, and he couldn't help kneeling on one knee. "It's the ship of Lord Alanbair, the Emperor's elect in this star zone, the hero closest to a saint I can see!"

He changed the subject, and the Duke nodded with a smile. "Yes! Yes! We'll be there soon. I've seen the fortress in the distance. My shells will tear open the place full of heretics. Ha, what an honor..."

His breathing became rapid, and the captain reported at the same time. "Great Loyalists, we found a third-party cargo ship full of food. It should be the free captain who came to plan the etiquette. The Galaxy-class battleship is communicating. What do we need?"

The diplomat's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but want to touch his pocket again, but he endured it. Yes, in addition to having irreversible addiction problems, he is indeed a diplomat who can suppress emotions and is full of calmness and grace. But when those potions touch his nerves and attack his reason, he will turn into a beast, a pitiful beast.

The words of praise for a while, the curses of the devil and the insults of the heretics, the howling of ghosts and wolves filled the entire ship, making people doubt whether they are in the physical universe.

The only thing he couldn't understand was what kind of heretics would manipulate the baron who had undergone mental evaluation, but he could be sure of one thing, that is, the baron must have been controlled by a terrible, organized and powerful heretic. Whether dead or alive, he would probably never be recognized by the emperor again.

"Ah!" He looked out of the window in disbelief. He couldn't understand why such behavior was happening, nor could he accept it, but he was just a small official after all. What could he do?

He subconsciously touched his pocket until his fingers touched his skin through the cloth and he realized that he had no way out. He smiled bitterly.

He was dressed differently from the crew members. The style of those crew members' clothes was more or less similar to that of acolytes. He was more like a merchant in the Renaissance period of Ancient Terra, with loose pants and an extra large hat, like a whole puff on his body, but he was not really dressed like a flamboyant clown. The skull with the special style of the Empire, or the small plasma gun on the belt around his waist, and the complex patterns on the gun also expressed that his position was not low.

His soldiers were firm enough, and this attribute was what many people wanted. Even the Imperial Navy might not be as crazy as his soldiers, who could face death and give up everything for the Emperor.

He was still rational now, and just answered. "Of course, the Emperor would like this, and we are about to touch the core of heresy."

He was definitely not a person loyal to the lord of this place. When he stepped into his compartment, he could see the problem slightly because there were no religious items in this place of less than five square meters. However, the most conspicuous thing was not this ordinary room, but a rather exaggerated large transmitter, which was beeping and flashing light.

Compared with the struggle of this outsider, those crazy believers seemed calmer, but that calmness was a crazier emotion than madness, because the joy of punishing heretics spread in everyone's head, and at this moment they wanted to eat the baron who came up with the evil plan alive.

Magron answered. "The gift to the Emperor should be expressed at 16-18, 20-24 of the fixed Terra time. It's only 15:45 now. You're early."

So he can still speak with confidence. "Thank you for your hard work. For the glory of the Emperor, we have sailed for a week and arrived at the traitor lord's Fort Severo. The sins committed by Baron Leonard are bloody and difficult to wash away."

Those words are like a stimulant for everyone here. Although they have been forced to sail for a long time, the miracles brought by firm faith have made the crew stronger and more energetic. "Yes, my lord, my lord, you are the rebirth of the first person to die at the feet of the Emperor. No matter what, no matter what the heretics do, we will still persist."

He lay exhausted on the bed, sweat dripping down his body. He rose from the bottom and now has a high position, but he has left a problem that cannot be cured for a lifetime. There are many ways to get it on other ships, but only this unit, the crazy unit, regards those treasures as poison.

The Duke answered immediately. "Fire! Those who provide supplies and plans to heretics are already disloyal even if they are loyal! Fire! Immediately! Destroy them!"

He is indeed a rather special person, a diplomat. This is how we understand this person who appeared in the dark forty thousand years. However, according to Gothic language, his position, which is unique to this special human ecosystem, should be directly translated as "the chirping person".

It was a huge piece of steel protruding from behind the huge asteroid outside the window. It was the noble Moon-class cruiser of the Imperial Navy. But what was even crazier than this was the vehicle of Lord Skadi, who was also the famous Bol in this sector. Dro.

The diplomat looked surprised and spoke. "Sir! We will be exposed! We can punish heretics anytime and anywhere, but right now we need to be close enough to threaten the Baron into giving up his evil plan to accumulate food!"

Densely packed sensors and pipelines surround the navigator, making his third eye so bright that he can see through the absolute evil tranquility of the endless void. At the same time, the owner of the Karak-class armed ship is on the bridge.

The noisy sound ended and sudden silence appeared. This strange situation made the diplomat as an outsider hesitate, but a more frantic call replaced the previous sound.

"Gaha, ha..." He couldn't control himself and made a weird sound, like a powerless child. Paradoxically, his sense of responsibility and feelings for his compatriots pushed him back to the bridge to continue his work.

Gurgling, energy returned, and he covered his head.

Their captain said enthusiastically that the crew here are all extremely devout believers in the emperor. Their loyalty is the extreme chosen from hundreds of thousands of people in a fortress. In the extreme environment of the Void Fortress, they can be said to be extreme. Extreme!

Those weird and twisted things represent that the entire ship is controlled by a madman. If it were not for the strength that the baron once showed, probably no one would cooperate with such a guy. And in this scene of monsters dancing, there is only one person who is watching silently. A man left his seat.

In a strange space where one cannot distinguish between indulgence and abstinence, everything here becomes strange. Amidst the sounds of singing scriptures or whipping, it doesn't matter even if the lord who cooperates with them comes to criticize them.

He also knew that he probably wouldn't be able to take down the Baron with his own strength. They had a relationship before, and he probably knew the strength of the opponent. And he knew the Baron, and his fortress was close to Fort Severo, so he had already made a decision. He judged that it was heretics and demons that changed his heart and polluted the thoughts of a loyal person.

They began to sing praises, irrationally, and the diplomat was sensitive to the fact that something was wrong. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to press his alarm, but found that his drug addiction had already set in. The world became confused, and he began to feel powerless. Side effects? Why now! He weakly stretched out his hand to the Galaxy-class ship where his master was, as if he could report the strange situation here.

But his vision became blurred, and he collapsed on the ground. The acolyte next to him stretched out his hand to touch, and he quickly judged. "Your Majesty the Duke, the diplomat's soul has returned to the throne!"

The Duke just looked at the Bordeleau devoutly. "It doesn't matter, now I just want to know why that adult came here and threw him out of the air valve, that's all!"