Chapter 307: Lament of the Loyal

When Bordello emerged from the quagmire of war, the haze that had troubled Karaza for thousands of years was swept away. They were unstoppable, but this good news could not be spread to the loyal Lord Magron. This believer was witnessing the light of the Emperor's statue in the core church of the Lord's main fortress, which was also the pious room. Around him were four twisted monsters called whippers who were kneeling to worship the Emperor, as pious as he was.

Amid the sudden roar of artillery shells and bullets, the words of prayer gradually became clear.

"God Emperor, since the Saint Lord gave me the task, I have been working diligently, pouring food in and taking it out. The loyal ones are freed from hunger because of your light, and the betrayers starve to death because of your punishment. Those cruelty and mercy are all you. You are ever-changing and the same. When humans, your descendants, are afraid, you will help them, and when heretics, your enemies, and betrayers are abusing you, you will punish them."

"But stupid as I am, I still don't understand why those heretics are like bloodthirsty sharks that have been heard from the void for about half a month after Lord Skadi left. "They came with my blood."

"Those people claimed that this was the punishment for my betrayal, and they wanted to eat me alive." After the words were finished, the thunderous sound became heavier, and those macro cannons gradually pushed away the heavy armor of the fortress in the void. Whether it was a normal port or an underground black port, whether it was an old clerk who had just awakened to the arrival of the Lord of Skadi and climbed to a high position, or a noble heir who had reached such a position at a young age according to his clan, they all curled up in the temporary air-raid shelter like insects.

Only the praises of Lord Magron continued in the church. "My Lord, my father, the one who was endowed with my blood and bones, please give me the courage of a warrior, and give us hope in the long, soulless night of the void."

After the words were finished, a macro cannon fell to the ground, and countless men and women working in the industrial zone inside the fortress were directly vaporized. The huge power shattered the shells, and the high temperature caused the air to explode, chaining the complex equipment of the factory, and its flowing source of power, raising a mushroom cloud. The heat wave was transmitted to the lower city through the air circulation equipment, raising the temperature of the entire fortress by 3-4 degrees, mixed with the smell of burnt bones and protein.

Anxiety was growing, and countless religious personnel, such as the most loyal priests or civilians who spontaneously believed in and helped them, formed groups to guide people into air-raid shelters and distribute pitifully little food or water. In the void, the large sailing ship Karak fought alone, and two Galaxy-class battleships bit its flank like hyenas until the place was completely charred.

This is revenge for the betrayers, vicious, bad, and coming for slaughter from the beginning. A high-speed armed transport ship of the Blade class is sticking to the gravity zone of the fortress and has been maneuvering to avoid the beams or cannons of anti-orbital weapons, and instilling its weak firepower downwards.

The roar and shouting of fanatics broke out inside the ship. It is still difficult to describe whether there are too many specific differences between the believers of the Emperor and the believers of the Chaos Gods. However, given that Chaos beliefs can really change a person's physical physiology, the Emperor's believers are obviously purer.

Victory? It's hard to say it's a victory. These two are not flagships. Now there are only ruined remains in the void, and there are still remains that are not dead but will soon die. However, the bombing of the Blade class ships continues. Many people don't even know why they are still holding on. It's just because of faith or those who have faith and weapons ask them to hold on.

The bright red cape brushed across the cheeks of each whipper, and the sound of bare soles stepping on the cold ground made people tense. Saliva and other body fluids dripped on the ground. Inside the warship, soldiers ready to go met those whippers. Blood, bullets, roars, flashing guns, broken boarding shields, and dead loyalists.

The captain ordered. "Turn right at full speed, and then turn left immediately." This order was strange, but no one hesitated. After the rapid roar of the engine and the jet of the flank engine, the huge sailing ship began to move its body, while enduring the bombardment of the two warships. The bow of the ship pulled out an arc in the void, and the Galaxy-class immediately followed. But even if it was smaller and faster, the arc of the large sailing ship was smaller in comparison, so they were even, but they still couldn't align the firing angle. This ship was too agile.

He was now waiting in the dark corner of the endless void. The flagship he was sitting on was not a war machine, but a camel. The huge body formed a strange shape of long and square, with an exposed hangar, pistons, copper pipes, and a Kertaax-class transport ship, also known as a whale-class transport ship, which was a ship specially used by the Imperial Navy to transport personnel and equipment from the battlefield.

But they could not completely destroy the defense capabilities here. Landing was still out of reach. The core of the war was whether the Carrack Galleon would be defeated rather than the massacre. The two Galaxy-class battleships relied on their smaller bodies to surround their bodies, like two planets around a star, and even looked quite beautiful in the flashing light of the shells.

It was different from what Alanbar had imagined, that he would be discovered. On the contrary, he hid very well, but the Purple Hand had already placed its power behind this young man. This universe was fueled by external forces, so he only declared an attack here, and three or four other lords' ships joined in, making his fleet even larger. And now it was only the prelude to revenge, and he was still waiting for others to arrive, and finally to attack the interior and take Magron's head.

When the small meditator array sends out messages, connecting the information interfaces of the whippers to transmit pheromones with commands, the naked monsters have strange subjective hallucinations in their minds, wearing golden armor, holding high flaming swords, and radiant humans. The Lord stepped out of the transport ship, which was too narrow for his body size, and shouted in the voice of Lord Magroon.

The irony is that he didn't even know that his father did not die at the hands of Magroon, but because of the arrival of the Imperial Guard War Lords. It was sent when En fired, and with the loss of warp transmission, he only got Betrayal, Magron, and the coordinates of this place.

Compared to the attackers, this was just a way to vent their anger. It was just the young Lord Weide's anger and emotions towards his father's death on this land, in the cold void, and towards the betrayer.

The burning flames sprayed in the transport ship, and the thin smoke from the fuel was no different from the incense in the church. The roaring whippers shook their timid chitin electric whips due to inertia, and the hymns and hymns in their minds The icon overlapped with the church where the lord was, and they seemed to hear the next conversation between Lord Magroon and the Emperor. To be precise, it was a prayer.

"Weapon system malfunction. The enemy deliberately stayed on the left side to avoid our weapon system. Captain, we can only be beaten." An information officer reported. The captain looked at the hologram simulating the void situation. One side of the large sailboat had already Completely bright red, showing a tired attitude.

"Go, go! My children, when the heretics turn their weapons, their projectiles, their fury upon us they cease to be fellow citizens, cease to be human beings, cease to be believers, tear their skins open and swallow Their flesh and blood, and the only command I give you is to slaughter, for me, for the Emperor!"

But this time it was caught off guard, and the big sailing ship faced it from the front. When the enemy captain saw the big sailing ship suddenly turning around, slowing down and aiming at it, the warship had already begun to accelerate as fast as possible and was preparing to leave the area.

shouted the sailing captain. "Full speed ahead!"

The members of Karak's galleon were impatient because of this. They must defeat the enemy to ensure the power of the void, otherwise the entire territory will be in danger, and those believers or innocent emperor's children hiding in the dugouts will die. Therefore, the captain requested that the Lasher troops be launched. .

Those things formed a hymn that was repeated on the heretic's ship. The captain of the galleon looked at the situation here and spoke. "The battleship on the right has obviously slowed down. It seems to have a good effect, damn heretics!" He beamed. This was his happiest moment in this war so far, but the Galaxy-class armed ship on the left suddenly attacked. Several black macro cannons hit the carbonized side of the sailboat, and that smile disappeared fleetingly.

The Knife-class armed ships hit innocent people's houses with shells one after another, in factories that produce, or in churches that pray, or in schools that teach people culture. All the good things are accompanied by the suffocating temperature and sultry heat, and also The heat waves set off by the shells were destroyed again and again.

A large sailing ship, hundreds of thousands of people, an entire city, everything constitutes the current situation. In comparison, if one life is used to convert time, they only gained a few microseconds, and adding those times together gave Magro En Lai Yong, not sure if they can wait until Bordeleau's return flight...

"If you really hear my words and are moved by compassion in your heart, then please let them succeed. But today I have given you so many rude requests, which is really helpless. If you really protect the children, but you are not satisfied Me, then take my life in the future..." He hit his head heavily on the dark alloy ground, boom, boom, boom, the fanatic's beating and the hot-melt drill cut it open, and the metal emitted a sound due to the high temperature deformation. Swelling, throbbing in unison.

However, that kind of purity could not reduce their fanaticism. When the entire ship moved forward at the fastest speed and killed the enemy, that emotion was stretched to the maximum, and even a little distorted. After a few minutes, two moving metal machines Monster touch.

When the vibrations and noises caused by the vibrating piston engines and shellings overlapped with the complex conditions on the ground, Lord Magroon still knelt on the ground, letting the explosions convey the noise, but he sang devoutly. "God Emperor, your kindness is supreme." Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. "The loyalists are dying for the great dream. Their sacrifice is the cornerstone. At this moment, my child wields the sword of the warrior, kills the heretics, and uses his delicate soul to fight for the empire."

Many people cannot control their own destiny. In this dark universe, in the 40th millennium of human civilization, being weak is the biggest mistake. They don’t even know why they need to hide in this dark, humid and disgusting air raid shelter and eat dry and tasteless rescue food. The food is waiting for something, and I don’t know how those beings called heretics suddenly attacked here.

This is a twisted tactic that relies on the speed of the Kuaishou class, where half of its body weight is the engine, to evade attacks. It also attacks the civilian areas of the fortress, avoiding the densely packed and extremely difficult-to-grab fortress equipment and defensive firepower, all for the purpose of killing civilians. A tactic born out of the common people, large ships contain the main force, and sword-class armed ships cut open their flesh and blood and drain away the blood bit by bit.

The positions of the whippers who followed him knelt on the ground, forming flower joints similar to the tree of life. It is difficult to imagine that this mortal shed so much blood with his faith. Although he cannot admit whether it is really effective, his perseverance and Loyalty cannot be argued with.

This behemoth retired from the Imperial Navy should have been abandoned from its place of production, but many evil and unspeakable transactions brought it to this bitter cold place.

They used the cruel sacrifices of countless people dying in the void, being blown to death, being frozen to death, and suffocating to buy time, about a month? Half a month? A week? Even a few days, no one knows.

Magroen took the handkerchief handed over by the servant, wiped his forehead, and disinfected it skillfully with alcohol. Soon his head will become flat, deformed by years of self-abuse, but for them it is a recognition of the Emperor.

The Emperor once again demonstrated his power with sacrifice and death, but the price was too heavy for this lord. They lost their void defense capabilities and can only rely on the existing storage and the hope that they don’t know when they will wait.

Sparks and the sound of metal cracking accompanied the enemy ship that was cut in half and the large sailing ship that lost 30% of its structure due to the collision. This thing that has fought for many years is now almost dead. Although its core engine is still trembling and its machine soul is clear, it is only a matter of time before it loses its ability to move after losing a lot of structure.

Only Lord Magron stood up tremblingly from the blood-stained floor. The blood turned into a flower under the beautiful invisible lines on the complex black ground. The piece of skin in the middle with minced meat and hardened skin on the scarred wound, where Magron once knelt, became the pistil.

Every time the shooting, tens of thousands of innocent people died. This is a tactic that the Imperial Navy disdains to use, but it is a good thing for lords to insult each other. When your territory and people, whether they are heartbroken for those lives or simply suffering because no one is paying taxes, destroying ports, houses, and factories can be a great revenge.

Her role is similar to that of the Space Marines' battle barges, but she does not have strong firepower or the ability to launch airborne pods.

Like other deployment or transport ships, the Kot'Ax can carry more than a regiment of the Imperial Guard and all the associated military equipment.

In other words, the Avengers were prepared to storm this fortress from the start...