The Iron Gate, three infernal weapons made of pure gold and clay steel, surrounded by flames and destruction, as one of the core creations of the Mecha, such an imperial defense force has mysteriously been slightly deified, but in the end, everything has been transformed into the "arrogant" content of the Mecha.

Vice Admiral Makato had been wandering in the void for a long time, the soldiers on the ship were tired, the transport ship had no place to stay, and the Mechonists refused their login requests again and again, and in front of his flagship, the Cologne, he was insulted.

The Imperial Guard's request to be denied entry is even more painful than the lack of supplies, but they are here to protect the world!

Lieutenant General Makato's hand smashed on the wooden table in front of him, in such a place, wooden furniture is not cheap, let alone a handmade luxury, but Lieutenant General Makato's arm smashed a small crack in it, you can see how angry he is.

His adjutant calmly replied. "The God Emperor is above, General, calm down, those Mechanic Sects are not part of the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Military Affairs, plus during this period of time, our Astral Army has been invaded, harassed, and injured by various kinds, if it weren't for the support of Karui City, we would have existed in name only, so they are naturally arrogant..."

General Makato fell silent, he couldn't deny that in the storm of subspace they lacked troops, supplies, and even their equipment was not as good as the individual worlds in this sector.

The triangular curtain of the Mechanic Sect is also a huge structure that is large enough to destroy dozens of warships, and the current Astral Army really doesn't have the strength to be too hard in front of them.

The so-called cooperation and respect are built before strength, although the Astral Army is indeed an important force in this star system, but the mechanical sect that has been entrenched here for hundreds of years is the head snake of the earth, and the strong dragon is difficult to suppress, so it can only endure the cranky thoughts of the soldiers about the inability to dock and the driver of the transport plane complains again and again that there is never a place to dock.

General Macato couldn't help but sigh. "Those mechanical creatures have turned the Imperial Guard away, unless they turn on the communicator now, apologize to us, and take the initiative to take on the supply and maintenance of the machinery after landing, or I will let them return today's experience one day!"

But even if they say that they are vicious, unlike the astral armies running around, the Mechonists are much more passive, unless valuable knowledge suddenly appears in front of them.

The adjutant replied at this moment. "There's an external communication, the cathars, is it connected?"

Macato was in a terrible mood, and he didn't bother to give those oil guys a good look. "Shut them up."

The adjutant stressed at the moment. "It's an apology."

Makato looked up at a loss. "They still know those two words? What's the matter, you guys blew them up with a torpedo? ”

The adjutant shook his head. "Let him explain."

The communicator turned on, the link to the Empire's playback device, and the haze of mechanical and pipe energy flowed through the cluttered command room.

A pale green image slowly appeared, and in mid-air 3D projected the appearance of a mechanical data master wearing a robe, highly transformed, and holding kraft paper in his third hand.

"St. Zam'm Messiah, my lord, your application for entry has been approved."

"Divine Emperor, who told you to change your mind, my esteemed mechanical sage?" Makato was in a slightly better mood and was interested in complaining back.

Instead of answering too much on his own arrogance, the data craftsman continued mechanically. "We'll be in charge of the maintenance and docking of the Imperial Guard, and we'll need to work together for the next heretical invasion."

It was hard to imagine such words coming out of the mouth of the mechanics, and until the oil in their bodies dried up, Makato still felt that their humanity was about the size of a little finger.

"Praise the God Emperor, it's really great that the Imperial Guard and the Cathar can unite in such a catastrophe in the Pangia subsystem, but I dare to ask, what are you coveting?"

Makato won't give them much face, this is the previous revenge, and the data craftsman only replied after a moment of silence. "The lieutenant colonel gave us a lot, and we returned the gift normally."

Makato nodded, he probably guessed that he was the only one who could make the mechanical sect obey, and it was in view of this that he arranged for Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair to take his place, and even took his place, commanding the infantry and armored regiments of the entire Imperial Guard.

"I hope he doesn't pay much—" The lieutenant general closed the communication and silently muttered, thinking inwardly how to compensate the loyal Skadi Sole Regiment, but he was now more anxious to get the soldiers into the Iron Gate.

The Empire's warships slowly moved to drive the Mechanics' proud creations, bloody and terrifying cannons and spears of light staring at the void like terrible nightmares, and defenses made of adamantite gold and terracotta steel enveloped those natural creations, making them war machines.

Lieutenant General Makato was both pleased with the amount of fire support they had and feared the might and power of the Mechonists, though they were certainly loyal.

The gods ignore everything in the dark void, maybe one day the mechanical church betrays, maybe the astral army, maybe the remaining Astarte, no one can say clearly, but everyone vaguely feels that if the empire does such a cruel thing again, it will inevitably fall apart, until the next time human civilization will wander the stars again, probably the emperor can't tell.

There is no one heart within the empire, and if the original body returns, then things may be better, at least those mechanical sects will not turn away the loyalists, and they will have to give benefits to enter.

The corruption of the empire has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, buried in the skin, like a terminal illness, such a run is more unbearable and crazy for Astarte, and Astarte's arrogance exacerbates the matter, ironically the gods of chaos cannot defile the mind of the superhuman demigods, but the high lords can accomplish what none of the high heavens can achieve.

Contradictions, suspicions, and fears are the root of the increase in the power of Chaos, and when Vingar, a former Crimson Angel, a demigod, an Astarte warrior, a traitor, and a former Claw of the Starry Sky, now the commander of the Red Pirates, stood on top of his own Chaos flagship, he touched his limits in just two years.

He realized that many of his achievements had stagnated after his failures to mortals in this galaxy that year had become a scar on his honor, but he had to admit that Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair had taught him a lesson, how to love a soldier like a son, something he lacked before.

The bright red wine glass came with his supplies, and he changed to a servant, but he was still an iron guard, and it was evident that he had a soft spot for the nobles, and his dark hands grasped the supplies, and drank the wine. "How long will it take?"

The mortal servant replied. "20 hours."

Vyngar had waited for a long time, and after that escape, the hurricane of chaos in the subspace swept them into a void of nothingness, but what awaited them was not despair, but a great force that could rule the entire maelstrom and counterattack the Empire.

He soon realized how wonderful it was, and the Blackheart had a real lieutenant, and under the combined command of the Vinegar and Huron, the Red Pirates were ravaging the Empire's territory.

"Full speed ahead, but beware of engine overheating, report to the rune blacksmith and let him warm up that thing."

The mortal servant asked with some certainty. "My lord, the military strength here should not be strong, according to our star map, this star system has only one casting world and is barely defensible."

"That thing takes too much energy to drive, and our attack pace will be slowed down by this incident."

How dare a mortal servant propose? This is a rare occurrence in the Chaos Space Marines, and maybe those old men in the Eye of Fear will slap the mortal in front of them to death when they encounter this, but Wyngar said.

"You were transferred from the Imperial Guard in the three hundred worlds that you conquered later, so I don't know, the guardian power of this galaxy is not simple, listen to me, otherwise things will become uncertain."

"We need to get things done quickly and get things done very quickly." A hint of resentment flashed in Vingar's eyes, it was the greatest shame he had in a hundred years, he wanted to take it back from an Imperial officer all day long, and he couldn't even sleep because of it.

The resentment of the three hundred battle brothers who slept on the dark green gem haunted his body like a nightmare, and the betrayal of the most trusted mortal made him dare not use others again, and if he didn't cross that demon, the world would not give him success.

Dozens of warships slowly drove in, approaching, under the pull of the sub-light engine, those behemoths covered the star field of the empire, light spears and guns, torpedoes and assault ships, a hundred battle brothers with a large number of former imperial guards, traitors want to bring blood and killing to this star sector.

And in the huge group of warships, the dark shadows in the void also loomed, like a whale swimming in the void, and those battleships were just small fish.

They smelled the smell of blood and approached, those wounds were the conflict between the Imperial Guard and the Mechanics, although they were gradually healed because of Alan Baier, but that estrangement did not disappear in a while, and Lieutenant General Makato watched a large pile of promethine in the supply list being stuffed into the biological column, and the prayer of the God Emperor who distributed the soldiers mixed in with a lot of words written on Ohm Messiah, and his anger gradually increased.

"Adjutant, I've been leaving my wife and children behind to protect this galaxy for about 2 years, but that's how the Mechanics here treat me?"

The lieutenant was silent, it was a matter of complete cultural differences, and the above could be an excellent supply for the Mechanics anyway.

It is also true that the large containers were brought in again and again, and the priests carefully wiped them down and prayed to help the Imperial Guard's war engine, but many times people's conflicts do not occur without good intentions.

If people could understand each other without hindrance, the world would not be so bad, the adjutant was quick to give his opinion. "We can give the fuel here to other worlds in exchange for food supplies."

The lieutenant general shook his head. "We are soldiers, not businessmen, even if we are hungry, we can't have a battleship, a soldier leaves the war zone, not to mention that we are still the main force."

Makato's will is indeed good, but such an idea cannot solve the practical difficulties, and the Mechonia also uses such a problem, the degree of mechanical transformation of their Guardian Army is at least 30% of the hundred, and the people stationed here are all elites, and there is almost no food for humans.

Although the supply ships keep them from food shortages, the ration supply in battle is definitely not enough, and the naval soldiers have no morale when they fight on starch blocks.

It was precisely because he knew what war was like that General Makato was so angry at the actions of the Mechonists, even though he knew very well what was going on with the Mechonia as a high-ranking member of the Empire.

But now that he has a place to stay, he should thank the God Emperor, his anger can barely be suppressed, but if the war falls into a long tug-of-war, the supply of the Imperial Guard will be broken, which will inevitably lead to defeat, and their military strength cannot tolerate everything going wrong.

But the pitch-black void didn't give Makato much time to think, and just one day after settling in, the Bird Divination detected an enemy invasion.

The flashing lights in the command room indicate that the destroyer has detected the enemy's position, and Makato turns on the communicator. "Debriefing."

The opposite answers. "3 have... So what?! O God Emperor! The world of demons, the world of demons! ”

There was a sizzling electromagnetic sound from the communicator, and Makato's face was extremely ugly. "Rule the cathars, prepare for battle, follow the coordinates and locations given by the signal, and in about an hour the enemy will be in range."

The noise of war once again filled the entire void, the once peaceful place became restless, and the battleship that had just landed and rested set sail again after the blessing of the priest, and only then did the Imperial Navy, which enjoyed a hint of natural gravity, put on its military cap.

The number of enemies approaching is not very large, and the bird divination device flashes brightly, marking all the enemies of the empire.

"10 destroyers, 16 cruisers, 4 battleships ... A flagship—" Makato took a deep breath as he watched the enemy deploy as the Imperial ships slowly moved forward, suffocating and suppressing enough to crumble the recruits before the engines of war reached the warring void.

But now the Imperial Navy is accustomed to it, the firepower of the Iron Gate guards here, and the orc warships are also ready to attack, although the military power is not superior, they are definitely not easily lost.

"Five kilometers ... Three kilometers, two kilometers, one kilometer, volcanic cannon shooting! ”

The curtain of war, the gate of steel, the huge creation that guards the imperial world spews fierce heat rays, and the huge energy is like a knife to cut things far out of the field of vision, zizizizi, penetrate the void shield, cut the structure of the ship, and in just three shots, three small planet-level fortresses destroyed an enemy cruiser, and the huge energy consumption of such an attack also made the volcano cannon fall into a long recovery, unless the god of all machines complained, it was difficult to shoot in a short time.

After the heretical warship exploded into fireworks in the void, Makato called out to all the Imperial soldiers with a communicator. "The battle begins!"

(End of chapter)