Chapter 396 The Final Enemy: The Final Battle with Huron

Boldero's detection matrix hummed. She had been vaguely telling the loyalists of the Empire something a few hours ago. This ancient machine soul was more sensitive and powerful than her brothers and sisters. Only the comrades who could vaguely understand her warnings, such as the former captain and the commander of the Imperial Guard, were no longer with her.

At the same time, Alanbair and other warriors who worked hard in the expansion of the Empire, such as the Fourth Regiment of the Skadi or the Destruction Eagle, were still in pain.

The Master Chief was not dead, but he no longer had the ability to fight. As a Space Marine, this was no different from death. Some people proposed to perform a coffin ceremony on him in a Dreadnought, so that he could continue his life for the Empire and fight at the same time. However, they thought that the pain was not something that normal people could endure, so they still decided to wait for the Master Chief to wake up before asking about it.

At this point, a pessimistic low pressure covered the officers of the entire fortress. This void deep space platform became dim. At the same time, the Skadi Fourth Regiment needed to guard and control the remnants of the Red Corsairs. The Imperial Guards could not withdraw, and the Red Corsairs' king had seized this opportunity to launch a long-planned assault with elite combat power and heavy flagships.

The Red Corsairs' warships had gathered tens of millions of kilometers away. They were looking forward to the start of the war to save their brothers and to settle the grudges with the Skadi people.

The heavy Astartes landing group composed of centurions and plunderers was preparing to land to rescue their brothers. At the same time, Huron was also prepared to settle the past grudges with his mortal enemy, Alanbair.

The Destruction Ghost was crossing the void alone. This smart and bold Lord of Destruction decided to use a highly maneuverable battle barge to directly destroy the super-heavy volcanic cannon that the Astra Militarum was proud of. Of course, he was not a man without courage and strategy. The gods were helping him. A strange subspace storm slowly covered the area.

A lot of weird things are happening in the nest city. Women give birth to inhuman beast children, meat paste grows in the pipes of the nest, twisted beasts begin to mutate, and a gust of subspace wind blows through this metal world. The thick adamantium can resist the most terrible bombardment, but it cannot resist the power from the Supreme Heaven.

The abnormal fluctuations make the psychics start to talk nonsense. At the same time, the fleet of the Red Corsairs is approaching. A large number of hot melt torpedoes and light spears are covering the port of Engili on a large scale. Although they cannot paralyze the void shield of the planetary fortress, they form a good fire cover effect, making the naked eye detection unreliable, and the divination detection such as the bird august instrument is destroyed by the subspace fluctuations, showing abnormal garbled codes.

The volcanic cannon is a weapon that requires high accuracy, especially in the void battle with a target distance of 10,000 kilometers. The Red Corsairs are now well aware of the tricks of the Empire. Such actions have forced the Empire to enter another battleship war.

Ailanbair looked at the sudden battle report with a frozen expression. He had already thought that the war was about to end and enter the rest stage.

The sudden change disrupted everything. In the command room of Engili Port, what he had mastered was no longer there. He asked the former captain, the current owner of Engili Spaceport, the last of the Feng family, a question. "If the volcanic cannon is fired, what is the accuracy?"

The captain replied. "Less than 20%..."

"Fire." Ailanbair did not hesitate. He would try even if it was 1%. The dark Destruction Ghost in the void was like a ghost. The gods were protecting it, so that the continuous fire of the Imperial Guards could not hit it. There was a kind of stand around it that separated the fire until the volcanic cannon came. The strong heat brushed its periphery and instantly overloaded its void shield, but for the Red Pirates, it might be a blessing in disguise. The heat only turned a small part of the outer side of the hull into molten iron and scattered it in the void.

At the same time, there was a place heated by metal, where the temperature reached a terrible level in a short time, instantly cooking the mortals in it. They lost thousands of people, but it was still not fatal. The Wraith of Destruction continued to move forward with the long red wound on the right side.

The volcano cannon was filled and fired again. Even if its gunner was the best and most professional in the entire star zone, and there were dozens of mechanical sages and hundreds of internal affairs employees helping to calculate, the shooting still deviated under the interference of the subspace and the optical blur of the observation mirror. At this moment, a large amount of resources equivalent to several warships were also thrown out, and rare synthetic elements were used for rapid heat dissipation. Shoot again, but time was running out.

When several dark hell claw landing chambers were ejected from the launch port on the outside of the barge and hit two places outside the fortress, most of the rescue was a bit redundant. The swift and resolute Lord of the Red Pirates used a long-planned tactic to tear open the heavy defense and the sharpest spear of Engili. As it turned out, war is not the big suppressing the small, but a complicated version of the beast chess.

The governor of Engili Port, the former captain of Bordello, reported angrily. "The enemy landed on the outer armor!"

"According to the audio report, the observer said they were installing something?"

"It was a few Terminators of the Traitor Space Marines, coming out of the airdrop chamber, they..."

A violent tremor appeared, the command point was very close to the outside, in order to lay less pipes and reduce the delay of weapons, and this also made Alanbair feel what the other side did. They used explosives to destroy the Empire's sharp spear, the muzzle of the volcano cannon.

One of the most terrifying space-based weapons in the history of the empire turned into a pile of scrap metal at this moment, but Arabaier's heart was unexpectedly calm. After all, it was his appearance that made this behemoth made by the empire, so he needed to take responsibility for the abuse of such weapons by the empire.

He was even a little grateful for the help of the Red Pirate Lord. Although the extermination order still existed in all aspects of the empire, the existence of the heavy volcanic cannon only gave the empire one more choice, but he did not want the two giants he made to be used for things other than protecting the millions of mortals in the empire, and he could not guarantee that after his short life ended, these two monsters would not point to innocent worlds one by one.

Arabaier just nodded indifferently at this moment. "They want close combat, they want battleship combat, they fear the power of volcanic cannons, so let it be as they wish, Captain, we are going to board the ship again!"

The captain showed a happy expression. Even though he was a noble lord of countless people as a noble and governor, he could not suppress his emotions at this moment.

He seemed calm, even at ease. Compared with being the lord of countless people, he preferred to be a pioneer on Bordello, as if his cells were isolating him to enjoy the days of pioneering and homelessness.

Even though he was a natural adventurer, the captain of Bordello had praised Alan Baier's terrible adaptability and adaptability in the void travel more than once, and he did not resist boarding the ship, but was a little happy.

He was a warrior, a sailor, and then a leader. When he went to the star port and stepped into Bordello's bridge again, touching her humming engine, Alan Baier understood why the captain had been so obsessed with this lady.

In the ensemble of engines and displays, in the opening of the Thinker servitor and steam, on the bridge, the captain's throne high up was still polished by the sailors.

From the carved skull to the winged eagle, on the huge throne, Alan Bair once again invited the captain to board the ship. "Come on, this is your paradise."

The captain was flattered. After two years away from here, this place looked quite unfamiliar. When he sat on his command post, it seemed as if he was still sailing in the Damocles Gulf yesterday.

Revisiting the old place, the enemy is still the same. In the beating of the heart and the caress of the machine soul, he shouted. "Let's go!"

The roar of the plasma engine echoed in the star port, like a high song. With the joint efforts of countless sailors and officers, and the labor of tens of thousands of people, this behemoth left the port, and the flagship of the Red Pirates seemed to have been waiting for a long time. The battle group composed of the Bordello and the Imperial Navy and the battle barge group led by the Destruction Ghost echoed each other outside the huge void platform of Engili Port.

Looking out through the window of the warship, the flickering light is the position of the enemy, like the stars in the dark night sky, but compared to such a beautiful thing, it represents death, but Alan Baier did not have a trace of fear at this moment. He looked at the auspicious instrument and said like an experienced sailor. "It's time, just like when we set out, my friend."

At this moment, the bridge became much emptier. Sergeant Destroyer Eagle was not there, the boy Lightling was not there, the lieutenant was not there, Inquisitor Nova was not there, and his familiar brothers were not there. Only the major families who managed the interior of the warship and worked diligently were still there, from the fire control family to the audio family, from the navigator to the astropath, from the engine master to the technology prophet. These people were with him, and with them, to face the endless and cruel void Jedi.

But Alanbair couldn't help feeling lonely, and he knew that this was just the beginning. The captain would leave, and the 4th Skadi Regiment would disband. The organization of the 4th Skadi Regiment was already in danger, and the number of those warriors was not enough to maintain it. Even so, it was hard to imagine that this imperial infantry regiment had been fighting for more than ten years...

But he was also used to loneliness. He knew that the boy Leitlin would go to various parts of the galaxy to find food. He knew that the Catachan sergeant would take all the red scarves and Catachan long blades in the current Catachan regiment to find the death world, his second home planet, Catachan, where he would complete the test as a warrior again and let the dead Catachan lieutenant colonel return to his hometown.

The Destruction Eagle would be stationed, but the sergeant would probably die. The Nova Inquisitor would go to various parts of the galaxy to fulfill his responsibilities, a lot of responsibilities that could not be explained. The lieutenant would become a general and continue to work hard for the empire. The chief of staff would travel and travel all over the galaxy until he stopped to worship on Terra.

Everyone has their own dreams, but they are delayed by this cruel world. Although it is difficult to realize their ideas, Ailanbaier will fight for the brothers he knows without hesitation.

He looked at the familiar, dense red dots on the auspicious instrument. It was hard to imagine that his end and starting point were to deal with the same enemies. In this era, those heretics angered and annoyed him again and again, and it has never stopped.

Then he was relieved. This was not difficult, because as long as Huron was defeated, he could get precious and precious relative peace in the whole time that mortal life here could reach.

At this moment, he listened to the soldiers complaining about the monsters crawling out of the deck below due to the subspace fluctuations on the communication channel, and also listened to the engine family fully starting the heart of this battleship. In this vast universe, huge empire, among thousands of mortals, he was extremely fortunate that he was not one of them, because if he was a mortal, then this star region would have to pay a greater price to survive.

He turned on the communicator. "Officers, crew members, and sailors of Bordello, I am Alanbair, Commander of the Skadi, former Lord of the Sun, War Lord of the Imperial Guard, Honorary Admiral of the Imperial Navy, Lord of the Fortress World Skadi, Commander of the Pangia Sub-sector, Commander-in-Chief of Pangia, senior official of the Ministry of Munitions, and the man who forged the alliance between the stars."

The noisy sounds of the entire channel disappeared, leaving only silence, and Alanbair heard the echo of his own voice in the communicator.

He continued. "And you are the millions of people under me who bring continuous life to the empire. You are the core of my success."

"Now we are facing the final battle. If we can kill the Blackheart King and the traitor Huron, the empire will have a thousand years of peace. If we fail, then the next destruction will be..." he said with certainty.

"Cadia! Those traitors will ally with the Chaos Warmaster, relying on the Ark of Evil Omen and the power gained from recuperation in the Maelstrom to attack the strongest fortress of the Human Empire."

"If we fail, Cadia's Eye of Terror may suffer irreversible damage. If we succeed, the Human Empire can survive safely until the next millennium."

"Now, open torches at the enemy, for the Empire, for the Emperor!"

"This is the end of the Skadi people, and this is also the end of the Bordello!"

The clamor on the battleship suddenly returned, and the chaotic voices all converged into one sentence, for the Emperor...

Then tens of thousands of artillery fire fired at those distant light spots at a very fast speed. The powerful battleships of the Empire and the most evil core flagship of the Red Corsairs collided with each other. The light of the void shield, the light of the macro cannon, and the color of the light spear converged into a distant and terrifying small star.

Today, no matter how much propaganda is used to appease the people, this world will always be just as people say. In this dark fortieth millennium, everything is silent and nightmares continue. But nothing is forever. If you have to say it, there is only one sentence that can describe this world. It is so short that it makes people numb: only war lasts forever.