Chapter 377 The Power of N'Gili Port
Few people can catch up with their father, and even fewer people can surpass him. Most people are trying their best to achieve their father's achievements and walk the same path they have walked. --From "Odysseus", spoken by Athena.
All the gods or emperors took the time to witness this chessboard game, with two war beasts standing in the void, and the sound of engines one after another. Such a spectacular appearance is not unique in the long history of the empire, and is included in the huge green tide that once invaded the empire. , several battle moons appeared at the same time, but for any mortal, even a space warrior, such a war is a real legend.
The empire's long history and terrible technological lapse have resulted in many of the miracles of the Great Crusade becoming legends. The two planetary engines, in today's riddled empire, perhaps after this crazy war is over, the empire will Countless wars collapsed at the end of this crazy forty thousand years, but for the countless people who still exist in this sector, their empire will not disappear because of this invasion, but will become stronger.
Even if the body is destroyed and the soul is shattered, those things still exist. In the world where humans were born, on the Golden Throne above Terra, the light of the star torch is still vivid, flashing among the stars, guiding the way and hope.
Under those guidance, Alan Bair's will was the brightest among countless stars. In that noble will, the Imperial Navy abandoned their honor, sacrificed their lives, and retreated behind what they swore to defend to the death.
As a planetary fortress or deep space platform, Engili Spaceport is not invincible. It is not militarized, and its firepower is slightly lower than that of a real Imperial planetary fortress. Its mobility and planetary void shield are not enough to face countless enemies wantonly. Condition.
In order to relieve those burdens, the Imperial Navy has sacrificed everything, and now the time has come to repay those heroes. After Alan Bair walked into the new governor's residence in the Middle Nest, the servants respectfully led the hero into the governor's room. This is also the core area for controlling Ndjili Port.
Just like the structure of an imperial warship, this behemoth is controlled by hundreds of agencies to control all its defense capabilities, and its main control room is here. Under the protection of countless PDFs and private mercenaries, mansion-level void shields and digital Among the unknown firepower, there were even several Lemanus that belonged to the governor alone.
This powerful man, a former soldier wearing a gorgeous governor's uniform, has been waiting in the main control room for a long time. He was once a proud imperial lieutenant general, a noble queen, and the legendary captain of the great Bordeaux.
This old man who dedicated his life to adventure has now turned white in beard and hair, but is in better spirits. The sequelae of the curse he suffered have made him like this, but the days that have disappeared in the past have made him infinitely useful. If you just look at him With such vitality, no one would think that this gentleman cannot live to be five hundred years old.
He spoke. "I have been waiting for a long time, thank you for your hard work, my friend, brother, and my master."
Alan Beyer retorted. "You and I are not master and servant." He looked at this dispatch room, with a large number of holographic projections and unpaved floors or walls. It looked like a bunker on a battlefield. At the same time, they were racing against time to turn this place from Profile of the former palace of Bandertal that was moved here.
And he emphasized again while looking at the intricate pipelines on the ground. "You and I are by no means a matter of simple obedience and orders. We are comrades-in-arms and brothers. The trip in Bordeaux can be said to be the happiest year of my military career."
"It has been almost ten standard Terran years since the grudges with the orcs to the warp space or the emperor's great willpower that started to pay attention to us on that trip that belonged to us." He was a little unsure. , he has been away from the earth for too long, and the sun and moon are different in each world.
Although the hive world is strictly based on Terra's sun and moon, 24 hours and 365 days, these two numbers that are sparse and common in Terra, represent one of the few connections between the entire human race.
It's very interesting. The concept of the sun and the moon, which Alan Bayer once didn't care about at all, is the real starting point of human civilization and the core of maintaining this huge star empire. But among this weird stars, just maintaining this concept is incomparable. It's difficult. Now, Alan Bair, a real "Terran", has forgotten those times, let alone the captain.
The old fellow spoke. "Indeed, it has been so long, but this time has been more valuable than my decades of service. The Emperor's miracles have been demonstrated many times, and great successes have been repeated again and again. I have seen the unity of the Empire. I have seen The miracles that humans can create, my brother, friend, and comrade-in-arms.”
"Let's do it again. With this fortress passed down by my family from generation to generation, with the last honor of the Feng family, I want to prove that everything we have is far better than that damn Ark of Omen!" He spoke fiercely and knelt down on one knee. , just because those who once took away everything from him, those heretics and villains, the anger that comes from his blood, but also from his father, his sister, his relatives...
Those close relatives of flesh and blood urged him to complete those great achievements and wash away all the grievances of this ancient family that regarded honor as everything. At this point, the romantic, cynical, free and casual, and aristocratic temperament of the Imperial Navy in this old man had all disappeared. , leaving only a man tortured by the cruel world, but he is not in pain.
The false shells collapsed, leaving only this poor man, but he was not weak or crazy. On the contrary, he realized what he could pursue in the rest of his life, that is, to regain the honor of his family.
At this moment, Alanbair gently lifted his body and recognized his loyalty and piety. With the faint sigh of the Lord of Skadi, he looked at the things carried by the damned heretic traitors in the outermost holographic projection.
The war began, and he spoke to the others in the control room. "Everyone, can we fire weapons?"
The officers and commanders or the mechanical sages of the empire spoke at the same time. "Ready."
"The volcanic cannon is aimed at the enemy's core area. The structure of the evil omen ark is different, but according to the internal scanning intelligence of the Melon we defeated last time, the lower right side of this behemoth should be the core area. The auspicious instrument found a similar energy reaction."
Alanbair said, but he didn't know if he could penetrate it. There are usually void shields as defense in such places. Even if the heavy defense of the planet level is broken, the internal structure of the enemy is unbreakable.
However, compared to the first time they faced the giant Ark of the Evil Omen, the Astra Militarum had already mastered a lot of crucial information, such as their approximate firepower strength or core location.
The information obtained with the sacrifice of countless people was not useless. They were no longer afraid of this enemy this time, nor did they need to escape. Countless artillery fire from the Engili Spaceport began to attack continuously, and countless light spears and macro cannons rose and fell, like a grand ballad, venting the anger of the empire.
The Ark on the opposite side kept flashing the light of the void shield, and at the same time, countless guns of the Ark of the Evil Omen opened fire. In the fierce shooting, the entire universe was bright, and its intensity far exceeded the previous battleship shooting, as if two giants covering the sky and the sun were beating each other among the stars.
Their punches were enough to destroy the battleships that countless people had worked hard for their entire lives to forge. Those towering iron engines were instantly turned into scrap iron. The heat they raised was enough to provide warmth to a planet for several days, and the aftermath could instantly turn millions of creatures into disordered biomass.
The fleet that once represented the greatest will of the empire could only stare blankly at this war that was too far beyond the capabilities of ordinary humans. Every flash of the void shield and every light of the giant cannon was enough to take away the soul of a mortal.
In the following hours of mutual bombardment, the entire Engili Port fell into a long power outage. All energy was mobilized into the void shield and fire control equipment. For ordinary people, this was a rare rest, factories stopped, and work was suspended.
For criminals, the darkness of the long night and the chaos caused by this time were like sweet candies. Even if most people understand that their fate is not in their own hands, for those who have today but no tomorrow, robbing and killing are everything to them.
Murders increased rapidly, robbing, robbery, and the light of guns flashed again and again in the rich area. The bailiffs drove vehicles and searched everywhere with bright giant lumens. At the same time, the underground clinic was forced to stop the ongoing surgery due to lack of electricity. The dying people were dying because of the lack of oxygen. Only the incubator with babies in the corner gave out the last trace of human care for the next generation.
They use an almost indifferent maximization of interests to protect their offspring. Compared with those patients, in extreme cases, babies are the source of future value. This has been the case for a long time, and the imperials are not short-sighted, they are just used to cruelty and despair.
Now for the empire, it is just shooting, firing a light spear, and resisting the enemy's attack. For the civilians here, it is chaos, death, and pain. Just like the dark elves extract the soul and pain from the intelligent creatures of other races to maintain themselves, the human empire is now extracting the flesh and blood of its compatriots to maintain this broken world?
It can be said that there is no clear distinction between humans and aliens in this era. In extreme cases, humans are aliens, heretics, and monsters.
After a rapid shot of a shell gun, the door lock of the black clinic was violently opened, because medicine has a very high priority among the resources lacking in the hive. Even if the black doctor is attached to the complex forces of the hive, as long as the doctor is not killed, other things can be taken at will.
At the same time, the baby's incubator is also a high-value product. Its parts can produce a lot of things. When the butts of the thugs' guns hit the heavy glass shell of the incubator, which was not worth much, a baby's cry and blood-stained fragments on the ground vividly outlined the suffering of the empire today.
After the new life ushered in death, his short life ended here. It was a loss for the empire, but for this soul, wasn't it lucky?
Now every battle in the void represents the death of countless residents. Ailanbaier stood at the core of the control room and didn't care about those things at all. The nominal masters of those poor people, the governors and captains here also faced this situation indifferently.
They had no choice. This universe would make people like this. Under high pressure and limits again and again, just living makes people do their best, not to mention that the despair here is obviously caused by the badness of human beings themselves.
Ailanbaier just looked at the enemies in the holographic projection. The shield of the Ark of Evil was disintegrating, as was that of the Port of Engili. It was difficult to distance the two huge machine spirits because they were both too huge stars. The attacks were extremely deadly to ordinary warships, and they could not even scratch the thick layer of refined gold on their outer skin.
However, in the continuous attacks, the melted areas accumulated over time, and the planetary engine would also collapse. At the same time, the enemy kept approaching, and Engili Port had no ability to pull away. It was not a battleship, and could only slowly move backwards. The enemy was ready to board, which was no different from Alanbair's judgment. They needed to win and make the final decision. They needed to complete the boarding before the void shield collapsed.
The huge ark had a much stronger hull strength than Engili Port. They had no advantage in close combat and were disrupted by the boarding. If such a battle lasted for a few days, the empire would undoubtedly be defeated. The battle of the planetary engine lasting for several months was actually commonplace, and the enemy had already prepared for a long battle.
On the contrary, if Engili successfully launched the volcanic cannon, the continuous shooting could melt the enemy's core area, and then the victory would be reversed. At this fatal moment, the void shields of the two behemoths were collapsing.
"Insufficient energy, the strength of the void shield decreased by 20%..." The mechanical sage reported without emotion.
"What is the situation of the enemy?" Alanbair asked.
The captain replied. "10 percent. The engine of the Ark of the Evil Omen has warp magic and protection. It is a command that is completely controlled by a powerful rune blacksmith. The enemy can operate the warship as naturally as his arms. We can't compare!"
Alan Baier suddenly shouted. "Reduce the energy input of the void shield, switch to the weapon system, and shoot with all your strength!"
Instantly, the entire fire control system kept roaring, roaring and shooting out countless flashes of heat. Most of the enemy's energy is on the engine. They did not expect this situation at all. The entire shield system completely collapsed, but it was not serious. The best point of the void shield is that it can be restarted in a short time.
The time the Empire spent shooting at the Ark of the Evil Omen was actually only half an hour. For such a huge fortress, the wounds during this period are worthless.
But Alan Baier has an absolute killer. He looked at the enemy's shield collapse and spoke immediately. "Fire with all your strength at the volcanic cannon, dispatch all the energy on it, and tear apart those traitors! For the Empire!"