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what is that?

Is that a ship? It was too huge.

A blood-red giant stared at the cosmic behemoth, wearing a power armor trimmed with gold rims and skulls, and covered with the mark of Khorne, with the exception of his right hand. He bares his right hand, revealing his strong arm. Heavy chains were tied around the wrists.

The giant's heavy breathing sounded like evidence of some impending catastrophe. He wasn't wearing his hideous helmet, revealing a scarred face. You don't want to find an inch of good skin on this face. All kinds of scars covered the whole face, but the eyes were still awake.

"grown ups-"

A trembling traitor mortal soldier stood five meters away from him, and then spoke with difficulty. He wanted to inform the giant of something, but it was difficult for him to do so. Because just getting close to the giant would have scared him to death.

However, the rumored madman who had no mind and only focused on slaughter did not remove his head.

Instead, he turned his head and stared at him with a quiet but not impatient look. As if waiting for his follow-up.

"The navigator said we had somehow returned to the physical realm, near the Cadian system."

The giant withdrew his gaze and waved his hand, indicating that he could go. At the same time, his thick neck suddenly burst into blue veins. Forcing him to start twisting his head slightly. The butcher's nails in the back of his head, as thick as a cable passing through the skull and poking out of the skin, began to vibrate uneasily.

The soldier stepped back uneasily, and the giant let out a gloomy sigh: "Get out of here—quick."

He spoke very succinctly, but those few words were full of uncontrollable rage and killing intent. The soldier almost ran out of his room with his hands and feet. Not long after he left, the giant started talking to himself.

He was reading a name.

Once, twice, three times. Over and over, until the pain of the Butcher's Nail is over. Karn the Betrayal wakes up from the visions the Furious God has given him. The first thing he did, the first order he issued, was not to attack the huge ship.

but leave.

"Let's go—anywhere, but get out of here quickly."

He spoke in a commanding tone to a Khorne Berserker in the Chaos War Gang 'The Butcher Gang' that he led. The other party grunted impatiently, as if he didn't understand why he didn't attack the huge warship. Kahn did not explain, nor did he expect his subordinates to understand.

In their poisoned minds, ships of this size often meant many enemies to slaughter. Kahn just looked at him and repeated his words.

This time, his orders were carried out.

As it turns out, his order was correct. Just minutes after they sailed away from here rather than attacking like the rest of the Chaos Warband, the side of the behemoth facing them glowed with countless blue lights. That scene reminded Kahn of a meteor shower.

However, this is a meteor shower that will only bring destruction.

"My lord, Abaddon's flagship initiates a communication with us."

A Berserker came over and said, his face twitching nervously. That was one of the many after-effects of the Butcher's Nail, and Kahn glanced back at him, then turned to stare at the porthole. It seemed to him that Abaddon's correspondence didn't matter at all.

After a while, he said a short sentence: "Let him eat shit."

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Father Ragotinos was staring at a composite cannon in front of him—to be precise, at the composite cannon's console. A Cadian soldier stood beside him and asked in a rather impatient but helpless tone, "Your Excellency, have you read it yet?"

The priest held up a mechanical finger, still wet with oil. He had apparently only done maintenance for himself not long ago. He looked at the launch pad with his mechanical prosthetic eyes, puzzled: "What's going on? What the **** is this?"

The shooting star of destruction flashed across the porthole, and the soldier couldn't bear it any longer. His brothers had fired five or six shots, and he had to stand here with this priest. So, he tugged on the robe of the Mechanic Priest in a way that was never allowed in the past, and then moved him 'very gently' to 'hold' him to the other side.

He also shouted: "I'm sorry, priest! But I have to do it! The machine soul is roaring filial piety!"

"Machine Soul?!"

The priest's question was not answered, for the soldier had placed his hand on the cylindrical console.

Two blue dots lit up in his child's hole, and the priest watched helplessly as the console began to deform, and then lit up with blue light the exact same color as the soldier's eye hole.

Then, there was a loud bang. The heat came from the ground and quickly disappeared. Like a local cruiser hit by that blue light.

The priest looked at the magnificent scene, and he quickly recited the name of Om Messiah, and at the same time permanently saved this scene in his processor to ensure that he would never forget this scene.

That scene was so beautiful.

The blue beam has unquestionable destructive power, but because of its color, it brings a little purity that belongs only to human beings.

The beam was fleeting, so the cruiser, which was a million kilometers away, was smashed into two pieces, causing a chain explosion that even caused the destruction of a nearby destroyer.

Seeing this scene, even for Lagertinos' low artistic talent, he wanted to paint a picture on the spot.

After doing all this, the soldier relaxes.

He let go of his hand and explained to the priest: "Yes, the machine spirit has been urging me. Can you stand aside first? The movement may be a little loud later. The machine spirit of this gun is not satisfied, it want more."

The scanner behind Father Ragotinos turned on automatically, and a long metal rod protruded from it. He took this thing and knocked on his head, dripping oil while knocking. He couldn't stop muttering to himself: "Oh, the Messiah is above, he can actually communicate with the machine soul-!"

The soldier ignored him, and the priest beat his head. He lost his tear ducts because of his transformation, but at this time he felt a strong urge to cry.

I am the Mechanic!

"Would you please leave my lads alone to eliminate heretics and traitors, Your Excellency? You should find a place to stay for a while, instead of disturbing them here."

The captain, who arrived at some unknown time, told him that he frowned, displeased with the priest's behavior.

"But."

Father Ragotinos stopped, staring at the captain in confusion. The red prosthetic eyes flickered continuously: "How on earth did this happen? Why on earth are your soldiers able to communicate with the machine soul?"

"Don't worry about it so much, Father, why don't you ask your Excellency, he will definitely know, after all, he designed it." The captain waved his hand perfunctorily. "And, as long as I can drive out those bastards, I don't care how I do it."

The priest uttered a series of extremely fast and incomprehensible words from the sounder in his throat. The captain could only understand two words, one was 'a fool who doesn't want to make progress', and the other was 'arrogant idiot'.

Faced with the offense, the Captain merely shrugged. He has long been used to these weird guys, and trying to find one of them who can communicate normally is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But he doesn't care.

Because business has nothing to do with them.

He raised his head and asked the center of the array above his head: "How is the result of the first company?"

A burst of blue light flashed, and the center of the circle answered him with an extremely precise number without emotion: "The first company has destroyed 135 local ships."

"Are we number one?"

"Retrieving... Yes, in the Cadian regiment, your first company is temporarily ranked first with the advantage of eighteen ships."

The captain smacked his mouth, trying to make a dull expression. But he failed, with a wrinkled smile on his face: "That's good, that's good."

Then, he grabbed the communicator on his chest and shouted loudly in the communication channel.

"Aim and hit again! Remember it for me! Aim and hit! Your Excellency did not design such a deadly weapon for you to set off fireworks!"

"Remember it all! The person who destroys the most enemy ships, I will give him a plasma pistol!"

His words caused a cheer in the comms channel, but silence soon returned - the Machine Spirits were insatiable, and they urged the Cadians to kill more traitors. And so did the Cadians.

They have lost their hometown, but they have not lost their courage and blood. This great opportunity for revenge is in front of them, how can they not cherish it?

main control room.

Yinzikir, Liktor, and Insel were staring at the projection on the table. He Shenyan leaned back on the chair with his back to them, saying that he wanted them to discuss freely.

As a forbidden soldier, Lictor. I don't know much about the Imperial Navy and ship warfare like this. He is a captain of the shield guard, which can be seen from this position. He specializes in close combat.

But he wasn't too stupid to see the advantage they were taking.

In the past, such ship-to-ship battles were extremely cumbersome. Not only does it need constant communication and a group of qualified and reliable generals who obey the transfer, but also some destroyers used to **** cruisers and battleships to launch anti-missile weapons for interception.

Otherwise, enemy missiles and torpedoes will instantly inflict great damage on the slow-moving large flagship. Fortunately, due to the existence of the Void Shield, long-range firepower is never lethal.

In the end, it is often necessary to jump and fight to win. This is why the empire is so fond of melee combat - there is no way, he is not good at torpedoes!

But not anymore.

The Vengeance is unbelievably large. It is not a ship of any known type, nor can it be dealt with by any existing tactics, and its firepower and defenses have exceeded the psychological expectations of the traitors. The missiles and torpedoes they fire can often only be annihilated by the composite magic cannon on the way they were launched.

Occasionally, a few lucky ones will break through the line of fire, but their final outcome is not much better. They are only captured by the magic shield around the Vengeance, and within a few seconds, they are transformed into a complete transformation by the material transformation circle. Magic power to power the compound magic cannon.

Lictor had a strange feeling in his heart that victory was predictable and extremely easy.

It made him feel uncomfortable. The same is true of Yin Ziqier and Insel on the side, especially Yin Ziqier. From the beginning of the battle to the present, his expression has always remained subtle. After all, the scale of the Crimson Blades battle group is not large, when has he seen such a scene?

"I guess they're going to organize a suicide attack soon," Insel said.

"If they can't get through, the compound magic cannon will directly annihilate them in a vacuum. What's more, the Chaos traitors resist all unified command." The captain of the shield guard commented in a cold tone. "The wickedness of a traitor."

The captain of the Iron Snakes is not relaxed. Among the three people present, he is the one with the most experience in ship battles. Because of this, he always frowns, even if victory seems to be at hand. is also like this.

He looked at the light curtain and began to analyze the situation bit by bit: "The enemy is roughly divided into five fleets, four of which are formed alone, without any coordination at all. It seems that they want to launch an assault from our left flank. UU reading www.uukanshu.com Don't worry, they are just dying. But the one in the center of them... wait, the center of the circle, zoom in on the picture."

The light curtain drew closer, and a huge ship appeared in the center of the screen. In Yinzekiel's perception, only a battleship of the Queen of Glory level is worthy of such a size.

Insel's face was tense, like a flat rock. He said gloomily and solemnly, "That's the Spirit of Vengeance."

Spirit of Vengeance, the flagship of the Shadowmoon Wolf Legion before the Great Rebellion, a precious Glory Queen-class battleship. After the Great Rebellion, the ship was missing for a long time. When it reappears, it has been thoroughly reduced to the stronghold of Chaos traitors. And the current owner of this ship is the former son of Horus, the current 'Chaos Warmaster', Ezekel Abaddon.

Lictor's mouth twitched, he seemed to want to smile, but he couldn't, so he had to show a weird, half-smile expression. Regardless of his expression, there was no smile in his eyes.

The captain of the shield guard said softly: "It seems that we have caught a big fish."

He Shenyan turned around slowly, his expression neither sad nor happy, only the golden light in his eyes remained.

He began to sneer again: "I need three hundred warriors to board with me, Insel, get your men ready. Inzekiel, you and your brothers and the rest of the Iron Serpents stay on the Vengeance. , Lictor will assist you."

"Come on, let's see if they can sit still." His smile was extremely bright and his teeth were white, but for some reason, Yinzikil could smell a trace of blood.

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