The breath of war can not spread in the void, although the human senses, sounds, light, and most of the senses are hindered by the Void, but the suffocation caused by the death of teammates and the approach of various enemies on the screen is better than the frontal battlefield.

And on the small bridge, in the command point, on the Cologne, Makato is receiving the most intensive intelligence reports on this battlefield.

"The destroyer fired a torpedo, blockaded Area A, my lord, our warship is under attack!"

"The traitors are breaking through Sector B, the torpedoes are gone, their void shields are not overloaded, and the Third Squadron is losing battleship structures."

"The number gap is too big!"

Makato, a veteran who has served for decades, and who will not be timid in the face of countless aliens, now feels a trace of fear when he looks at the countless miserable and terrifying points of light on the star map glowing with the crimson light of death, and the feeling of being suffocated with his head covered is suffocating.

Although his battleship formation has not yet been broken, it is only a matter of time before it continues, and every loyal Imperial warship is under attack by two or more heretics.

As the commander of the command center area, General Makato has more despair than anyone else, and knows better than anyone about the situation of the battle, and if the losses continue, this sector will inevitably lack viable forces.

The Mechachanist asteroids are still charging, and they are not as mobile as the warships, so they can only rely on the Imperial Guard to hold off the damned foes.

Those heretics weren't stupid, they just damned it, they deliberately bypassed the metal gates of the three asteroids, shaving the Imperial Guard ships bit by bit like knives cutting through fish.

Tactically speaking, they had to make sure that the volcanic cannons of the three planets were normal, and this sense of oppression was twofold, and for those heretics, the monstrous flames fired by the Mecha were also deadly and terrifying.

And after the destroyer sent another report of being hit, the volcano cannon was fired, and the large-scale battleship battle in the void completely crossed the distance of human sight, but the three bright red heat rays were still clearly visible, like the light of a comet crossing the sky, but he was not warm, but brought death.

The Imperial Guard's delayed success allowed the Mechonia to trade one of the traitor's cruisers for almost no price, and while the brutal grinder war in the Void continued, the pace continued, and the Empire's victory was not far off.

Although it will sacrifice countless loyal men and women of the empire, the lieutenant general still does not dare to drive those orcs, if they turn against them in the heat of the war or want to take advantage of the fisherman, the astral army will be attacked on their backs, for Lieutenant General Makato, the orcs do not make trouble is the greatest help.

Distrust, such a sentiment will surely pervade the upper echelons of the Empire, those disgusting orcs are not to be trusted, and they are more expecting the power of the Mechonkon to destroy their enemies.

In the flagship of the evil heresy, there are constant reports of chaos, all of which are reports of destruction.

"Destroyer No. 5 of the 2nd Squadron, the signal is gone."

"Three, four cruisers ... disappear..."

"A major battleship, the signal is gone!"

The battle didn't look good, and after the cursed ships of evil heresy were melted by the power of the Volcancan, the Imperial Guard's superiority in firepower began to emerge, and Wyngar was now the one choked by the throat, from a perpetrator to a victim, so that change was just a few hours of flesh grinding.

"How's our wreckage?"

The mortal servant replied. "Three destroyers, my lord, the empire has been avoiding the important and light, their battle planning is very clear, and the tactical level of the battleships is also very high, compared to our troops are forcibly recruited from the major worlds..."

He was blunt again, but it still made sense, which is why Vengar was of great use to him, and it was clear that Venengar had tasted the erratic betrayal of mortals, but he still used a large number of ordinary people.

This is also why the black-hearted king Huron reuses Vengar, compared to the genius who was knocked down and escaped, this battle-hardened crimson angel can not only face, he can also challenge, this is a very rare and extremely important talent, one day he will complete the honor of winning a hundred battles, this is also Huron's evaluation of Vengar.

As the commander of the entire fleet, Vingar is also well aware of the weakness of his troops, those mortals are like this, they are weak, poorly disciplined, and low in combat, but they are also excellent in combat, and when they can't take strategic goals by relying on numbers alone, the real blade will naturally have to be unscabbarded.

"Battle brothers, it's time for revenge."

At the sound of an order, several battle barges, the mounts of the Space Marines left their positions, as the real elite of the Human Empire, the battle barge has quite terrifying combat effectiveness, she carries most of the elite technology of the Human Empire, and is better than the normal cruisers of the Imperial Guard in reconnaissance, defense, and all aspects.

But that's not really deadly, the scariest part of the battle barge is always the passengers, those Space Marines walk into the transport, the vehicles that can cross the Void with hot melt cannons can penetrate the hull, allowing the demigods to enter and slaughter.

Those evil scarlet warships roared closer, they had more spikes and deaths than the Imperial warships, because following Huron into the subspace, the machine soul and its appearance have been distorted and mutated, those terrible things rely on the powerful Void Shield to get close to the troops of the Imperial loyalists, the light spear and the cannon seem useless, those evil god machines slowly approach, and the dead transport planes shoot out...

Lieutenant General Macato's command point came out. "The first strategic ship was invaded, the gang jumped, and the enemy was ... Astarte! ”

Lieutenant General Makato shouted. "O God Emperor!"

"Didn't the close-in defense artillery shoot down their transport plane?!"

The communications officer replied. "Reports of witnessing a small Void shield unfurling on a transport aircraft."

Macato scolded. "How is it possible, although the Void Shield has various specifications, but the transport plane is not used very often, if that body has a shield... So"

Sweat ran down his forehead and he realized something was wrong. "Psyker!"

Makato's scruples were right, in the vast corridor tunnels of the Empire's loyal battleships today, a faint psionic glow radiated a deadly blue, and mortal troops fell like straw, with twisted masks, dressed like San Gillino, but painted in bright red livery and mutated heads representing death.

Behind him were long loot racks with the heads of orcs, elves, and even other Astartes, and the psionic's fingers touched the flesh of his psionic blast on the ground, smearing the blood on his mask, enjoying the wails of his prey.

Think tank, an evil think tank, the gods have taught him immense power to destroy his own people, and he never tires of the bloody slaughter that has become his great achievement.

"Is this the human force that that Wyngarr is worried about?" His tone was a little disdainful, although he joined as a follow-up force, he of the original Holy Blood Angel Think Tank originally looked down on Vingar, a non-start-up bastard, to command him, not to mention that he was still a powerful psyker.

But he didn't know that the psyker was also unstable and crazy in Huron's eyes, and he would probably never reach that high position, and at most he would be active as the head of the Legion's think tank.

At least now he's still trying to trick Huron's favor with killing and gore, and the damn heretical think tank has done as much damage as several cruisers.

With a large number of mortal troops, he was like a piranha devouring the enemy from within, wiping out all the combat power of the huge battleship, and tens of thousands of navies on the battleship could not effectively kill the think tank, and such cruel things continued to happen on the Imperial loyalist warships, and after the battleship's firepower was missing, other troops also jumped into the gang one after another.

Shooting from outside the line of sight turned into a bloody grinder, Astarte's demigod abilities slaughtered mortals, the battleship's fallen zone grew larger and larger, losing effective firepower, and even Imperial warships shooting at their own people gradually happened.

Makato watched as the star map was pitch black, the bright red symbols were approaching, the sound of impatient communication was continuous, and the reloading of the Mechonia was much slower due to overheating.

"How many more warships?" Makato asked

The adjutant replied. "The three are in the battle for the gang, and according to the battle report, most of their areas are gradually falling."

"We still have 6 intact battleships, destroyers all destroyed, 4 cruisers, 2 battleships, not counting our flagship and the Bordero, which is independent of our forces because of the star sector issue."

"If you lose more than half of it, will the emperor forgive me?" Makato muttered to himself, then said. "How's the Bordero doing?"

The adjutant replied. "Losing 30 percent of the armor, still able to move, and defending the Iron Gate of the Mechchant in a roundabout way."

Makato took a deep breath. "What about enemy losses?"

The adjutant replied. "31 enemy ships have already been lost 12, the enemy still has destroyer forces and cruisers, but the battleships, except for the flagship, have been completely destroyed."

Makato looked at the communicator, he pondered, whether to use orcs, if the orcs join the war now, their power can be used to protect the Iron Gate can ensure victory in the defensive battle, no doubt victory.

But letting the sacrifices of countless men and women in the empire be alienated can be regarded as a shame for his career, and it is also a humiliation for the victims.

Struggling, as a high-ranking Imperial Guard he needs reinforcements, but as an Imperial Guard soldier, he wants the victory that belongs to humanity.

And as his mind wandered, the battle became more and more intense, and every minute was the time that the Imperial soldiers dragged out with their blood.

And the result of his final decision was to let the orcs go to war, and continuing to insist would only run out of ammunition and food... Although those aliens are absolutely not to be trusted, for the sake of the continuation of humanity.

He turned on the communicator, and the one-eyed ambush in the asteroid belt relied on the orniths to take in the battle for a long time, he marveled at the scorching heat of human war and the devastating power of those space marines, and wondered why they hadn't attacked yet, when the communicator roared, a smile appeared on the corner of one-eye's mouth.

"Boys, work, polish your shoes, take the tutu, let's rush!" He shouted, and several green-skinned empire-like warships appeared from the planetary belt, and those warships were deliberately remodeled to look like the Great Expedition period, as if the empire that had ruled the galaxy had reappeared.

Viengar soon received the report, and he checked the information. "What about the time jump caused by the chaos of subspace?!" He is very knowledgeable, and naturally knows that subspace can lead to time travel, and many terrible things in this void suddenly appear after a violent subspace storm, but he also senses that something is wrong, and the subspace storm here has stabilized.

"No matter, jump to those battleships first!"

The situation of the war changed in an instant, and the Imperial Guard was buried in the dark except for the top brass, and the Imperial Navy watched in amazement as the ancient-looking and powerful reinforcements sprayed light spears and cannon to crush the enemy, but they also found that the Barge of the Space Marine had switched targets.

Orc warships are not much superior to those used by the Astral Army, and even in order to pretend to be Imperial warships, many orc designs cannot be used, and in such a situation, the melee defense cannon is completely unable to break through the shields of psionics.

Soon the stuff smashed into the boys' interior, and when the Space Marines disembarked in an orderly manner, what awaited them was not the expected Imperial Guard shot, but a huge chop, and the long-prepared orc lieutenants (the bosses).

"it, kid shoot his mother!"

“waaaagh！”

The Space Marines were instantly stunned, they were ready for a shooting battle and they didn't expect the situation here at all, those tattered weapons roared, guns and slashing and waving, and the Star Marines could only take out the chainsaw sword to fight back, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the corpses were flying around, but the Space Marines could also feel the resistance of the orc boss, not to mention that there were so many boys shooting.

"War brothers, contrary to expectations, think tank, use psionic energy!"

The leader of the group shouted that something was wrong, his weapon resisting the orcs' attacks, and the think tank swung his staff, and the psionic energy rolled.

But he was quickly suppressed, and the pale green energy emitted by an orc psionic kid dressed like an astral army psionic in the distance countered his spells, and although his superhuman intelligence and physique could still use psionic energy, his power and casting time were also greatly increased.

The battle brothers had to shout. "Think tank!"

Sweat flowed from his forehead, he didn't expect the current situation at all, the space marines are not weak, but they plan their tactics largely based on the expected enemy situation, and the position of the space marines and the weapons are not things used against the orcs, so they suffer a big loss.

Under a steady stream of orc attacks, Vengar waited for a report of victory at the command point, only to be answered only by the screams of the battle brothers and the roars of the orcs.

Wyngar reacted quickly, and he immediately shouted. "All the jumpers, don't go near the new enemy! Those are not humans, they are orcs! ”

But late, the Space Marines have already set off, jumping into the green meat grinder, each of them needs to deal with hundreds of orcs at very close range, until they are exhausted and overwhelmed by the little green tanks...

Yesterday I fell asleep after writing 2,000 words ()

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