Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #137 - Chapter 130 Ark of Evil Omens

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 and never 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 are willing to do anything, 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 Veengar 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 this kind of confinement may have ended here.

When the boundless currents of the warp lead them there, that place where they failed, when they are once again in the same position as Skadi, failure may be inevitable.

There was a haze in Veengar’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 like 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 extinguish, 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. “The 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’s 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 twisted by the corruption and mutation of the subspace.

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-skin 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 heretic’s survival line. The greenskins surrounded them 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 not 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. “How, 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 might not 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 minced meat before is just an appetizer. Now is the moment of life and death. General Makato uses the majesty of the emperor and the destiny of the empire to order the loyal navy. When those compatriots become traitors At that moment, it became clear that they were no longer human, and he was determined to show off.

“The Emperor is here, and they have seized victory. It is unbelievable. They are outnumbered and have insufficient supplies. But if the Mechanicum and the mysterious Imperial warships work together with them, there will be no miracle for the Emperor.”

“Now, they need to do one thing very much, finish the tail of that job, and wipe away the excrement of those heretics in their sector.”

The sound was like a roar, entering the hearts of thousands of men and women in the empire. Their disgust and resentment for being wronged by heretics also reached its peak in Ruming. The responses of those loyalists seemed to pass through the boundless void and reach everyone’s ears, even if they were not. General Makato’s quiet command room.

That sentence was a matter of course, and it was a cry so grand that it could penetrate half of the galaxy without any problem. “No Emperor!”

If the will can be turned into matter, then the roar that shakes the world can tear those heretics into powder with the thought of sacrificing oneself. Such behavior is not the privilege of the Chaos Gods. That universe is wrong Humanity has never been gentle, it does not deny Terra, nor does it deny the Emperor, so Humanity seeks revenge on that universe in their own style.

Flames, wars, and deaths turn the entire galaxy into a furnace and hell, making everything burn. What subspace, what evil god?

Traitors deserve to die, aliens are stupid, gods are greedy, then fire cannons, shoot, chop down things, drive chain saws and war engines, take revenge on those things, take revenge on those things that have taken away countless honors and hopes from mankind, and take revenge on those things that have taken away countless honors and hopes from mankind. Through the wisdom of mankind’s dark ages, the traitors of the Emperor of the Golden Age were avenged.

In that world, there is no resentment for no reason, no misery for no reason, no matter the human empire, no gods of chaos, no no wonders, they all deserve to die, in that terrible universe, no one is alone, no one No innocent.

It’s like hell. All living beings want to grow and become stronger in torture and torture, persecution and persecution from the moment they can move. The void in that universe is neither an enemy nor a sinner.

The heretics waved their swords at the loyalists of the Empire, and the Imperial Guards fired artillery fire at the heretics. When the alliance between the Orcs and the Empire ended, new conflicts would reappear, and those damned ones, those malicious ones, were constantly fighting each other in the void.

Vengar, a former Red-Blooded Born, enjoyed the universe, the madness, and the hell. He also knew exactly what he was waiting for.

“Are you very unprepared?” He asked that question for the third time. Although he was very patient, if the fleet continued to lose, he would not be able to retaliate against those damn Skadi people, even though the world had been destroyed by his plan. Destroyed, but the real hatred in his heart is not there.

He looked at the endless darkness in the void, and the explosions of that day and the shining regimental flag of the Imperial Guard flashed in his mind. “The Fourth Skadi Regiment…”

He wished that those people would be burned to death in the flames again and again to repay his lost battle brothers, but he was still afraid…

“Sir, you are ready.” The servant replied, making his eyes brighten. He walked out of the command point, ready to enjoy the baptism of the most powerful force in the universe.

He would rely on that thing to ward off fear…

The transport plane flew through 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 breakdown, but the soldiers on the evil battleship did not have a trace of fear, they said.

“Lord Venn is on board.” The counterattack in the legs became more intense, but without central command, their military strength was gradually inferior and their defeat was more complete. The war caused the warships to be harmed all the time. What else did Venngar choose? Leaving?

Is there a terrifying thing the size of a planet, surrounded by countless evil souls? The power of subspace turns the resentment of tragic death into ghosts surrounding it. The twisted structure and body made of adamantine and ceramic even generate atmosphere and gravity. field.

The illusory yet real thing comes out of the subspace, relying on demons to drive its origin. The bloodthirsty machine soul is also strictly bound. In every war, the dimensional blacksmith must reinforce it again and appease it, so that the terrifying war machine can be stabilized. .

Vashtor the Creator, the Daemon of the Warp, the God, the Forger, the Mighty Lord of Wisdom, and even the High Gods all have a place, and can compete with the four most representative ones. That terrible thing.

That huge monster is neither the subspace beacon of the Black Heart King’s main force nor the most important fortress. Even with him, the Red Pirates don’t need any world as a springboard or supply point, even if they don’t need those. The Imperial world is still vital to them.

The traitor’s transport plane streaked across the sky with the logo of the Red Pirates, and the evil spirits in the Ark of Omen even wanted to devour them…

When Veengar stepped out of the transport plane, countless dense blue metal threads filled the outside of the battleship like nerves. The magic steel nerve plexus is one of the most honorable creations of Vashtor, and it can form and control the warship. The foundation of a hulk.

It binds its machine soul with a protective magic circle, and uses high temperature to carve huge runes directly on the huge hull, or etches them into countless aisles and bulkheads outside the ship.

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 it 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. Previously, 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.