Chapter 130 The Ark of Evil Omen

If there really is a gravitational force on destiny, then the gravitational force in the Warhammer world is probably the warp space itself. The tides of the warp space, storms, etc. have brought countless people who have nothing to do with each other together, but its goal is There is tragedy and death.

Whether it is the pain of the Chaos traitors themselves or the wails of the Imperial loyalists, it is a terrifying blush for the Warp. It is never picky or hesitant.

The souls of Orcs, Astartes, and humans were twisted and gathered into crystals, which were greedily swallowed by the gods in Chaos. But humans have the Emperor, and the Orcs believe in making mistakes, and the subspace can plunder their feelings, but those fallen traitors It really disappeared completely into the endless void and turned into nourishment for the gods.

But it was wrong for Vengar and for powerful people like the Blackheart King. In their eyes, the death of their brothers was just because of their weakness. The gods were wrong for the inherent compassion of mortals who did not give themselves to them. .

That's why Huron could seem to plunder countless benefits from the supreme sky again and again without being affected, but that kind of confinement may have ended here.

When the boundless currents of the warp lead them there, that place where they failed, when they once again find themselves with Skadi's only group, failure may be inevitable.

There was a haze in Wengar's heart. To the demigods, the failure seemed to reappear last month. How could they challenge their limits again and again.

"Orcs? Why no orcs?!"

He couldn't understand why those aliens were dressed as Imperial battleships, nor did he know what evil consensus the Empire and the aliens had reached. The blood spilled by the battle brothers on the Ork battleships was of no avail. Those things were numerous and warlike.

Their weapons and equipment, and the planning rules have not been adjusted. In just a few hours of gang fighting, countless battle brothers were destroyed. Weingar watched the mark in the command room gradually extinguishing, and his thick legs and arms were unconsciously held. Veins burst out from his fists.

"Can that thing be activated?" he asked, and the mortal servant replied. "Master Dimension Blacksmith said her machine spirit is still very restless, and they need to wait."

"Wait?!" Weingar gritted his teeth. The anger and agitation resurrected in his heart, and he seemed to have turned back into the impulsive commander he was two years ago.

"Wait..." He calmed down again, because people are bound to grow, he becomes precise and terrifying, and will give his enemies a fatal blow until they die on the wrong side. For this reason, he can even bury himself in the magma and crawl.

"Detour formation, retreat, protect the rear, pay attention to enemy reconnaissance, and do not let their treasure be discovered. Before that thing can be activated, their troops must insist on coming eastward."

The wind in the void has reversed. Of course, there is no so-called gas flow there, but war will always have the direction of the wind. When those prairie fires and death fall in one direction, boundless pain and struggle torture all the creatures there, that kind of The wind will blow out something suffocating and crazy.

In the moment when the traitor heretic battleship retreated, the fury of the Imperial Guard came quietly. The light spears, cannons, and those deadly things tore open the void shield and attacked the damn metal and the battleship body that were distorted by the corruption and mutation of the warp.

The heat turned the fine gold into magma and the warship moving at sub-light speed was thrown to the east. Those things were quickly cooled by Zero and Luo Kong, and then hit the imperial warship chasing the enemy behind, and hit the green-skinned warship...

Fire, keep firing, those deadly things are like raindrops sprinkled on the metal surface of the battleship. In the universe at the end of the 40th millennium, human beings are still killing each other and destroying their compatriots. Is it just because of faith, survival, etc.? The primitive things remain unchanged from the time when people learned to polish the first rocks to the Ming Dynasty.

"God Emperor!" Marcato looked at the star map that was getting brighter. With the Emperor's blessing, their strategic area was getting bigger and bigger, and the Mechanicus' shooting became more and more accurate. When those damn heretics were still roaring, they survived. Yes, although they don't say anything, those greenskins have made a lot of contributions.

The plan to kill the donkey is put on hold for now, those damn aliens are indeed useful. 'Zi was ready for the second round of bombardment. They moved forward to press the enemy's heretical survival line. The greenskins were outflanking backwards. Their garbage was very full of fuel. Unexpectedly, God Emperor, he needed to be with those things. Fight for empire. "

"Adjutant, I said that the lieutenant colonel gave them some ecstasy soup. He can understand it from the Mechanicus, but the orcs..."

The adjutant looked at the endless void outside the command point, which only contained the light of flames and explosions. In that place where the light of the stars was dim, there was something that could produce miracles. He thought for a long time and answered.

"Maybe the Emperor will bless you..."

At this moment, the communicator beeped, hearing the voice of the captain of the Bordeaux. "Lieutenant Admiral, the Bordero is here to escort us. The battle is going well. The Emperor bless us."

"Major General, I haven't seen you for a long time." Marcato replied.

"Of course, I gave him to that boy and his partner, she Bordeleau." He complained, but Captain Bu didn't have a trace of hesitation or dissatisfaction. He knew very well that his life had been worth it.

Marcato replied. "What, I think the port is flat?"

said the captain. "He felt that he was wrong about the naval base of other battleships."

"At that point, he has to thank me. If he didn't deny me, he probably wouldn't see many miracles."

Makato muttered softly. "No, he should thank us..."

Then he turned on the communicator and changed it to the general channel. "Everyone in the Western Theater Command obeys orders!"

At this moment, the war is getting more and more intense. The previous minced meat is just an appetizer. Now is the moment to decide life and death. General Marcato ordered those loyal navy with the majesty of the Emperor and the fate of the Empire. When those compatriots became traitors, it was clear that they were no longer human beings. He also made up his mind to show off.

"The Emperor is here. They have seized the victory. It is unbelievable. They are outnumbered and inadequately supplied, but the Mechanicus and the mysterious Imperial warships work together with them. This is a miracle of the Emperor."

"Now, they need to do one thing very much, finish the tail of that work, and wipe up the excrement that those heretics have pulled in their star region."

The sound is like a bell, entering the hearts of thousands of men and women in the Empire. Their disgust and resentment for heresy are also reaching a peak. The response of those loyalists seems to pass through the boundless void and reach everyone's ears, even General Marcato's quiet command room.

That sentence, it is natural, and it is so grand that it can penetrate half of the galaxy without any problem. "No to the Emperor!"

If will can be transformed into matter, then the roar that shook the world and the thought of sacrificing oneself can tear those heretics into powder. Such behavior is the privilege of the Chaos Gods. That universe has never been gentle to humans. It does not deny Terra or the Emperor, so humans will seek revenge on that universe in their own style.

Flames, wars, and death, turning the entire galaxy into a furnace and hell, letting everything burn, what subspace, what evil gods?

Traitors deserve death, aliens are stupid, and gods are greedy, so fire, shoot, chop, drive chainsaws and war engines, and take revenge on those things, take revenge on those things that have taken away the honor and hope of mankind countless times, and take revenge on those traitors who have taken away the wisdom of the dark ages of mankind and the Emperor of the Golden Age.

There is no unprovoked hatred or misery in that world. Whether it is the human empire or the chaos gods, or the aliens, they all deserve to die. In that terrible universe, no one is lonely and no one is innocent.

It is like hell. All living beings grow and become stronger in torture and torture, persecution and persecution from the moment they can move. The void of that universe is not an enemy, and it is not a sinner.

The heretics wield sharp blades at the loyalists of the empire, and the imperial guards fired artillery at the heretics. When the alliance between the orcs and the empire ends, new contradictions will reappear. Those who deserve to die and those who are malicious will continue to fight each other in the void.

Vengar, the former Red Blood Born, he enjoys that universe, enjoys that madness, and enjoys that hell. He also knows very well what he is waiting for.

"Not ready?" He asked the question for the third time. Although he was very patient, if the fleet continued to lose, he would not be able to avenge those damned Skadi people. Although that world had been destroyed by his plan, his real hatred was not there.

He looked at the endless darkness in the void, and the explosion that day and the shining flag of the Imperial Guard flashed in his mind. "Skadi Fourth Regiment..."

He wanted those people to burn to death in the flames, once and for all, to avenge his lost fighting brothers, but he was still afraid...

"My lord, it's ready." The servant replied, making his eyes shine brightly. He walked out of the command point and prepared to enjoy the baptism of the most powerful force in the universe.

He would rely on that thing to resist fear...

The transport plane flew over the void where the war continued. At that critical moment, how could the commander leave the command point? Of course, there would be a communication break, but the soldiers on the evil warships did not have a trace of fear, they said.

"Lord Wayne is on board." The counterattack in the leg was more intense, but in the absence of a central command, their gradually inferior forces were defeated more thoroughly. The war caused the warships to be damaged all the time. What made Waynegar choose to leave?

Is it a terrible thing as big as a planet, surrounded by countless evil souls, and the power of the warp turned the resentment of the tragic death into ghosts around it. The twisted structure and the body made of adamantine ceramic steel even produced an atmosphere and gravitational field.

The illusory and real thing walked out of the warp, relying on the devil to drive its origin, and the bloodthirsty machine soul was also strictly bound. Every war must be reinforced by the dimensional blacksmith again to appease her, so that the terrible war machine can be stable.

The creator Vashtor, the devil of the warp, the god, the forger, the powerful lord of wisdom, and even the gods of the highest heaven have a place, and can forge that terrible thing with the four most representative leg-wrestling.

That huge monster was neither the subspace beacon of the Blackheart King's main force nor the most important barrier. Even with him, the Red Corsairs did not need any world as a springboard and supply point, although those imperial worlds were still very important to them.

The traitor's transport plane crossed the sky with the Red Corsair's logo, and the evil demons in the Ark of Evil Omen even wanted to devour them...

When Vengar stepped out of the transport plane, countless dense blue metal wires on the warship were spread all over the outside like nerves. The magic steel nerve plexus was one of Vashtor's most glorious creations, and it was also the basis for forming and controlling the wreck.

It bound its machine soul with a protective array, and engraved huge runes directly on the huge hull at high temperature, or arranged them on the countless aisles and bulkheads outside the ship in an etching way.

Many magic circles install huge rune chains, ritual altars or shrines everywhere outside the ship; more extreme ones even fill cages with bound blind wizards and enslave their power to achieve the stated purpose.

Its driving source is the extremely painful spiritual energy, the spiritual energy generated at death.

And no existing bridge design of any nuclear species can command a ship as large and strange as the Space Hulk, and no nuclear array of cogitators or mortal minds can reliably operate a vessel as long-term exposed to the elements. An extremely twisted off-ship system outside the Tellurium subspace.

Wherever the Demonsteel Plexus grows, there will be a demonic entity called the "Ferryman" that combines with it to perform the functions of the operator.

Steel and brass, gears, boilers and pistons, those parts merged in a terrifying way, surrounded by trembling limbs, bulging eyeballs and fluttering cilia that were highly sensitive to the subspace. Those entities are neither the crew nor the bridge itself.

That weird place is where the command point is. Weingar is close to the "captain" and can't control the core ferryman.

He could hardly see whether it was a demon, a human, or anything else. His body had no flesh and blood, so he was not obedient to his master.

But in reality, none of them would be able to fulfill Vashtor's will without serving any mortal purpose.

But Veengar didn't care, he said. "Close to that star, my monster."

A blessing in disguise, after the Red Pirates stepped into the chaotic subspace area, a grand temple fell in front of them like fate. After making countless sacrifices and deaths, they obtained a fragment that the Black Legion longed for. After Abaddon was satisfied with his gift, Huron also got what he liked.

A powerful, destructive, terrifying, ominous ark.

The huge planet moved slowly. Before, he was covered by the dark void and couldn't see clearly. But Ruming's aura and his terrifying size made the empire's auspicious omen roar continuously.

"What's going on?!" Lieutenant General Marcato saw a large red spot on the star map, the size of which was even larger than that of the forge world he protected...

And he looked out the window of the battleship. There was no need for an auspicious device or anything like that. The huge twisted metal moved in the void, visible to the naked eye, as fast as a battleship.

"Oh God Emperor!" It was the first time for Makato to face such a rude war, but as a mortal, it was his first time to see such a thing, and he fell into almost crazy despair.

Wrong, when he wrote about the space hulk before, he was talking about that.