Chapter 106 Who Is Calling the Fleet?

"Huh, we can finally get in." Fleet Commander Cassimian silently waited for the last bit of subspace lightning in the storm in front of him to dissipate. Although this would delay a little time, it would at least be particularly safe for the entire fleet.

"Launch detection torpedoes to see where the orcs are."

Hundreds of torpedoes loaded with high-frequency detectors and subspace detectors were fired from the fleet and headed for the dark deep space ahead.

"No orc fleet was detected."

"Stay alert and advance in battle formation."

This fleet, which had been anchored outside the storm for nearly half a year, finally took large-scale action again. They were finally going to complete their mission of supporting Armageddon, destroying the orcs and protecting the imperial world.

After driving for a long time, Cassimian could already see the planet of Armageddon and the dazzling star that shone on him from the window of the bridge.

Of course, he also saw more discordant things, space junk floating in the entire galaxy and meteorites assembled by various things.

The fleets of these orcs were just like their ideas, always so surprising. Every time they saw these orcs, Cassimian would have more things to talk about with the ladies at the noble parties.

But he would not underestimate these things. Any underestimation of the enemy and carelessness would only bring shame to his career as a captain and make him ashamed to face the Golden Throne.

"For the Emperor." Cassimian told himself, commanding the fleet to kill the orcs.

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"Your Majesty, I'm about to vomit."

"I thought you had adapted to the long space travel?"

"No, it's different. This ship is shaking more than lying in the pit to avoid artillery."

There was another violent tremor of the hull, and the hull even tilted slightly, but then it recovered within a few seconds.

The 37th Regiment of Casare, which was the organization where Lin Fan and his third company were located, had been fighting with the orcs' space fleet since they entered the Armageddon system. The ships of both sides attacked each other at a distance of hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Macro cannons, light spears, torpedoes and various attack aircraft filled this dark universe, and the brilliant explosions and flames that burst out from time to time became the last glory of these warriors and the stars.

Those macro cannons, which were managed by hundreds of slaves and ship workers, loaded huge shells that were enough to crush the entire loading team into the macro cannons. The monks of the Mechanicus would use their own trumpets to play poems praising Omnissia and the machine spirit, while the deck officers responsible for commanding the artillery stood on the safer upper floor and conveyed orders through the trumpets arranged throughout the macro cannon room.

This is a dangerous and arduous job. There are always various dangers here. Being crushed to pieces by huge gantries and cranes is simply a common occurrence. The life of each worker responsible for loading can be calculated in weeks.

Loading shells

But you still have to pray to the Emperor and Omnissia, praying that the enemy's artillery will not hit the macro cannon room, and the violent vibrations on the ship will not loosen the transport racks that hold the huge macro cannon shells.

Although they would not explode due to such collisions and flatten the entire macro gun room and the surroundings, these rolling huge shells were enough to crush them into meat paste that could not be removed even if they were stuck to the deck.

"I hope those officers can fight well! It would be better if we didn't even set foot on the land of Armageddon and died in space!"

Old Jock stood firm and pulled up Domian who fell in the vibration.

Lin Fan leaned against the wall and did not fall, while Diliya used the magnetic suction boots on her feet to be as stable as a mountain.

They now need to fight in various positions of the ship and drive off the orcs who boarded the ship through torpedoes or something.

"According to the ship detection data just updated, we will encounter a group of orc troops 1,500 meters ahead of the corner." Diliya is constantly receiving data from above the ship through the mechanical instruments on her backpack, and guiding the troops of the third company to where they should go.

"This is really good news, great." Old Jock, holding a grenade launcher in his hand, with a hot melt gun on his back, it seems that he is still full of fighting spirit after the battle with the wreck.

Domian held the Emperor's statue hanging around his neck and muttered to himself.

"Domian is getting more and more thoughtful." Lin Fan silently complained about this pious guy, and then called on the rest of the soldiers of the third company to keep up with the team.

The lone man dies, and without the protection of his comrades, no one knows how you will die. At least with a comrade, you can have a companion on the way to the throne.

"Orcs detected!" Delia shouted, and then her two arms began to deform rapidly, still the heavy logging machine gun and electromagnetic circular saw that Lin Fan was familiar with.

A series of bullets rained down, hitting any position in this wide passage. Several unlucky people were hit like this, and fell to the ground groaning. Those who were even less lucky were shot through the head, and there was obviously no hope of saving them.

But at least their company was equipped with several trained medical soldiers at Lin Fan's strong request and call. Although Lin Fan looked at the fierce expressions and strong arms of these bald medical soldiers and would never think of them as saving lives.

After private inquiries and exchanges, I learned that these so-called medical soldiers were specially transferred from the Interrogation Department. These guys know everything about the human body and know how to use the greatest pain to interrogate heretics and traitors, so that they can tell the information under torture.

Of course, these guys who are good at torture are also good at treatment. After all, torturing prisoners to death is not a good result. Long-term torture and interrogation are better results.

Torture those people half to death, then treat them to recover, and repeat to break through their mental defenses.

After hearing this, Lin Fan didn't know what to say. He was sure that Slaanesh would definitely keep an eye on these medical soldiers. Once their beliefs were shaken, these medical soldiers would become crazy people who skinned and tore apart their flesh.

But it seems that these medical soldiers are doing well at present. After all, in their eyes, they are just serving the Emperor. Is there any need to be gentle when interrogating heretics and traitors? Obviously not, there is no need to be gentle even to their own people.

"Ah!" Lin Fan looked at the unconscious soldier who had fallen to the ground with a big head. He twitched violently under the "care" of the medical soldier, then shouted, and then lay back trembling.

The medical soldier sent by the interrogation department did not even have a surprised expression, as if the soldier was just a piece of raw meat whose nerve reflex suddenly twitched in his eyes.

"Fortunately, I don't need their treatment." Lin Fan secretly thanked his relatively strong body, raised the laser gun in his hand and fired at the orcs that appeared.