Chapter 398 In the Void, Eternal Loneliness

On the bridge of the Bordero ship, intermittent warnings came from the navigator who had barely regained his senses. He saw a red comet that was burning and approaching. After that, the fire control family warned that the enemy had launched a transport ship and also There are several plasma torpedoes.

Alan Bayer just listened to the navigator's advice, and a prophecy flashed through his mind. He always thought those things were vain, but that night, he had a sleepless talk with a psyker lady, and got the idea. The ambiguous words in the Tarot cards that are happening are being realized one by one.

He saw the burning planet and stepped over Skadi, which had become scorched earth. The prophecy was only half of it. He believed that he could break those curse-like words, but his brothers were usually there, and now...

His shoulders were suddenly pressed down, and his frown and gloomy face always attracted his brother. Although the artificial skin was now sutured, Sergeant Catachan was still no longer as flexible as before, but he didn't care that his body was constantly changing. The unnatural wrinkles that appear, and the muscular texture that looks like air.

He said bluntly. "Boss, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Alan Beyer replied. "I don't, I won't, and I can't show it. I am now the core of the ship, the center of the union, the chain that connects everyone."

The Master Chief retorted. "That's why you can't do this. If the fire ignites from you, the entire fleet and the entire 600,000 people will die. You are the chain, and the flames will burn along your heart and burn out the entire fleet. You, my friend, my brother, I am always here to serve the Master of Skadi with my Catachans."

Alan Bayer asked again. "But when the smoke of the war subsides, you need to return to the planet Catachan. In order to fulfill the promise of letting the Lieutenant Colonel return home in glory, so will everyone else. By then, I will have nothing but rights." He was so worried. He was not a child, but He relied on the help of his brothers along the way. He was just a mortal. Although he was powerful, he could not defeat time and Dugu.

The Master Chief knelt down on one knee and looked at his commander loyally. "No matter what, I am still serving. I can't be sure about others, but I am here. When the trip is over, I will return to Skadi, no matter how violent the hurricane in subspace is, no matter whether the time is ten years or a hundred years, even if You have gone to the tomb, and I will come back.”

Alan Bair sighed. "The void is vast, and loneliness is eternal."

"But I still thank you for your comfort, my brother. From when we were crawling together in the trenches to now sitting in the center of the fleet, our relationship has not changed. So does the chief of staff, and so do you." He sighed at his comrades. , one of the few comrades in the same period, Catachan may have a closer relationship with him than the chief of staff and him.

Because he is a soldier recognized by the lieutenant colonel, and because Master Chief Catachan is a real brother who was at the same time as him and has served to this day. They have experienced countless monsters, monsters, terrible nightmares, demons, filth, and aliens, as long as he is here , as long as he still fights for the safety of Alan Bair as a personal guard, he will be invincible.

At this moment, the war lord looked into the endless emptiness of the void. In the darkness, there were flickering lights. Those were enemies, enemies of the empire, his nightmare, the beginning and the end of everything. He needed to win.

He shouted in a reassuring voice, just like he always did. "Close defense artillery team, fire control family, all brothers who can fire, shoot now, intercept the transport aircraft outside our armor, and let those who are looking for death die in the endless cold of the void. I pray to the emperor , we want our soldiers to fire without missing a beat!”

Explosive bombs, drains, plasma, and all the firepower of the moon class formed a gorgeous barrage. The enemy's torpedoes were instantly destroyed. The next second, the smoke screen exploded, obstructing the line of sight, and the avian instrument disappeared, but the intensive artillery fire still destroyed it. There were several heavy transport aircraft, but Huron stood in front of the observation window of the transport aircraft without any fear.

Even if the flashing plasma passed by his face, the warrior did not blink. He was sure that he was the chosen one. He could hear the promises made by the gods and him. He also knew that his life would not be exhausted before the empire was exhausted. , The Corpse Emperor will never disappear until the moment it dissipates.

He could therefore be sure that he would not die until his long-cherished wish was fulfilled, that he could bow to the gods and obey his promises, just to see this ridiculous empire fall to pieces!

Therefore, he will never die. Even if he is often on the battlefield, even if his body is seriously injured, and his life is maintained by machinery, his willpower will flicker without a trace of hesitation. He has become accustomed to being alone, in the vast void, fighting against the empire and the gods of chaos alone. , He didn't even believe his brother, he was used to this suffocating feeling.

But his men were uneasy. They didn't want to die in the lonely void. Watching the gunfire grazing the hull of the transport plane, even the most experienced driver couldn't help but want to turn to avoid those dense ballistic trajectories, but when he moved the steering wheel, Hugh Ren just shouted. "I order you not to move, just move forward against the smoke of fate. I can swear that we will arrive because the gods need it."

He wasn't going to give those guys a break, if their promises were really going to work, now he had to be unscathed!

And just like his words and thoughts, those projectiles seemed to deliberately avoid him. Under a thin layer of smoke, the gods controlled the probabilities of the mortal world. In that layer of dispensable smoke, the projectiles circled around him. As he moved forward, it was like a person bathing in heavy rain, but not a drop of rain fell on him.

Here, where the wind of subspace was blowing, Huron was sure that the gods would help him. Just as he thought, the transport plane plunged into the bridge of the empire's flagship. It suddenly trembled. After the vibration, the two sides of the machine were shaken by the roar of the machine soul. The hot melt on the side drilled through the thick layer of fine gold. Beside him, the brothers stood up. The heavy infantry consisted of centurions and terminators, 12 people in total. They were veterans with long fangs and mutations. Their years of service It's amazing that they come from all over the universe, but they only have one thing in common, that is, they are loyal to Huron.

Those heavy-duty mecha-like warriors walked out from both sides, covering their master. The Terminator's black armor was inlaid with skulls and trophies, and the silver-white elephant face stretched out long "ivory". The red pirate lord stepped out and was sawed by the heat. After exiting the passage, they arrived at the core of the flagship and met Alan Bair face to face for the first time.

In this lady made of adamantine, the roar of the machine spirits, the sound of the equipment, and the trembling mortal sailors and officers hiding in the bunker, all made him laugh, Huron shouted loudly. "Alan Bayer, mortal hero, you have done well, but it is over, starting now, starting from this moment, everything about you will disappear!"

"And I am magnanimous and can give you, a person who blindly believes in the Corpse Emperor, a chance to bring Skadi and this sector to me, believe in the gods, and let the entire damn empire enter the grave together. I can give you the right to let Your star region has become an autonomous region, and I want you to continue to be your lord. This is my last mercy for those who dare to fight!" His voice was hoarse and scary, but it made people's hearts shake. To be honest, how many sailors and officers are there at this moment? I thought, give him everything, as long as this god of murder doesn't take action!

But Alan Bayer answered. "Shut up, you heretic. Look, you use implants to extend your life. You have nothing around you. You serve the gods. Loyalty has nothing to do with you anymore. You don't believe in them, let alone your brothers. them?"

Huron was unimpressed. "So what? The empire is just a piece of rotten flesh. Brothers are just helpers and allies. You and I are different, so forget it. Fire!"

Alan Baier shouted. "Captain, activate the defense system!"

The skull of the private server made a sizzling sound, and the cogitator was roaring. The captain pressed the button, and on the top of the ship, on both sides of the console, four heavy tarantula turrets were revealed, spitting fire snakes. The officers in the ship also had weapons, lasers, and explosive bombs. , whistling at each other.

The Red Pirates were not afraid either. They raised their heavy jump shields and inserted them into the ground as a cover. The huge force and the single-molecule blade at the bottom of the shield penetrated into the adamantine layer. At the same time, several heavy storm bombs served as fire cover. Huron also raised He picked up his bolt pistol and accurately exploded the heads of the mortal officers one by one.

He was obviously about to die, using implants to maintain his body, but his shooting was terrifyingly accurate. Every time he pulled the trigger, the most elite officers in the empire were killed. The blood dyed the entire control panel red, making people uneasy. The machine souls let out a terrible wail, and the Red Pirates' terminators threw a large number of melta bombs, destroying the turrets that suppressed them.

At this moment, they had the advantage. Even if a large number of Catachan and Stormtroopers ran into the bridge as guards of the Empire's supreme commander during this period and controlled them with heat ray guns and hell guns, for the thick Centurion armor, this The firepower is nothing to fear.

In such a narrow place, they have an advantage. The super-heavy armor has more room for error than fragile mortals, but they are not invincible. Alan Beyer raised his pistol and fired the gravity bullet, hitting the middle of the enemy team. , Space Marines with magnetic boots will not be pulled by such gravity, but it is enough to make them deviate from the shooting position.

The next second, several Catachans who were ready to die raised the melt and exchanged their mortal bodies for the deaths of those Centurions and Terminators. After the sizzling sound and flashing light dissipated, four heavy Terminators Melted in an instant, those veterans who had fought for thousands of years were exchanged for mortal flesh and blood. Their souls would be proud of themselves before the Emperor, and their achievements would make Terra cry out.

And their death was not far away. Huron stepped forward, held down a Catachan with his power claw, crushed his head, threw his body away, knocked them over in an instant, and raised the explosive bomb to clean up. He also praised the remaining forest warriors who made a surprise attack.

"I got to know their bravery and strength in Gondwa VI. Now they have only become stronger without weakening. It's very good. I can't help but praise such warriors. If they are not good enough, the warriors killed by them will also be affected. Humiliating!”

And he was also angry that his personal guards were actually killed. He ordered his warriors to put on power claws and then began to charge. The terminators then showed agility far beyond their size. At the same time, the cogitator on the transport ship The array has been mapped, and the rare and powerful teleportation capabilities within their armor are available.

In the next moment, those metal giants turned into a flash of light and disappeared, appearing next to Catachan and Stormtroopers behind the bunker. They used their vibrating red claws to break down those warriors into tiny invisible molecules, while the mortals The most sensitive veteran in the army took out the melta bomb before dying, and used his own life to complain to the minions of Chaos for the last time.

The bridge is now in a mess, the turret is smoking, there are minced meat everywhere, the console is full of corpses, loyal people's, invaders', Catachan's, Stormtrooper's, Chaos, traitors' …

The last six surviving Terminator veterans raised their weapons and surrounded the remaining officers. This beheading was extremely successful. Huron walked to the control console and raised the communicator. He looked at the grid device. As long as he said in his hoarse voice that this place was controlled by him, the empire would collapse. Many aliens and heretics wanted to do this, but for Huron, the chosen one, this was not enough.

He said to Alan Baier. "Come on, mortal, king against king, I know this is unfair, but it is the fairest for you now. If you can defeat me, although the possibility is less than one in a thousand, the soldiers here will also take me away, because their core mission is to protect me."

"In other words, as long as you put me on the verge of death, this attack will disappear. If you do it, use your weapons, your will, to fight against my power, then you will..."

Alan Baier subconsciously said. "Victory."

Huron smiled. "That's right. Using the most primitive, great, and barbaric things and behaviors is my honor to you, a mortal who has resisted me several times. You would rather be granted death by the Lord of the Red Pirates than being killed by my brothers, right?"

"Come on, go to the bridge, I will grant you death!"

Alanbair stood up. He believed in this man, not for anything else, just because this man was Huron, because he was Luft Huron, the Lord of Badab!

But he was pressed down by a strong arm. Someone else refused this proposal. He was Alanbair's personal guard, the most loyal and the last Catachan. The sergeant looked at Huron, looked at his boss, and then raised the explosive gun to the King of the Red Pirates.

Alanbair immediately ordered him. "Stop! This is a duel!"

But the next second, the explosive gun still fired. He betrayed the military order because his responsibility was to protect the commander-in-chief and the Lord of Skadi. The next second, the deflected halo on Huron threw the bullet away. He raised the explosive and killed this loyal warrior in the name of the monarch.

Bang! Blood flew out, the head exploded, and Huron wiped the muzzle of his gun and spoke to Alanbaier again in an inviting tone. "Come on, Lord of Skadi, the duel is still valid, avenge your captain of the guard!"