Beams of light streaked across the Void like sharp stellar rays piercing the hearts of the heretics, the data explored by the Empire's loyalists made the attack accurate and deadly, and although the sound of the burning sound could not be conveyed through the Void, the explosion and flame beauty of the pathetic heretical warship were unforgettable.

General Makato roared at the Flame of Death and the defeat of heresy ignited by his loyal soldiers, and at the captain on the other side of the communicator. "Captain, do you see?! See?! ”

But the captain of the communicator who had escaped with G-force was already lying unconscious in the driver's seat, and the Poldro was in tatters due to the burning atmosphere and forced escape from the gravitational circle, and this calamity of warships had accomplished countless great acts, but this time it was still one of the most dangerous things they had ever experienced.

But if they want to say that their only misfortune is probably not to see the core of the Ark of Evil Omen burst, powerful spiritual energy bursts out in the subspace, and those distorted and disgusting things have set off waves in the physical universe, and the impact it produces has caused all the nearby alien warships to be disable and destroyed by electronic equipment due to their strength.

The close warships collided with each other, the communicator completely failed, the psyker's head burst, the soulful being vomited, and only the Chaos Space Marine remained calm and deadly.

But the Imperial Guard didn't know about this situation, they also lost their detection abilities such as the bird divination instrument because of the influence of this energy, and they only saw the core of the terrible hellish world being pierced by a beam of light, and the energy was strong enough for all the powerful things they knew.

Such emotions can only turn into cheers, they shout. "O Emperor! For the Empire! ”

"Those damn heretics!"

"Heresy!"

No amount of language can describe their feelings, so they become a little speechless, and they just start talking nonsense, but don't worry, it's not that they've become heretics, it's not chaos and filth, it's just that this group of people is too happy.

But Macato is still worried, firstly, the captain's situation is unknown, secondly, now the star map is dark, he does not know what the remnants of those heretics are, now without the help of orcs, their forces are still weak, this star system has no warship capacity, and for the sake of safety, soldiers should be thrown into ground warfare, guarding low-earth orbit and forging the world.

If nothing else, in terms of attrition, those heretics will soon fall to the upper hand, but he is still wondering if he can take advantage of the victory now and eliminate all the living forces of heretics at once.

Chance or trap, victory or defeat, his soldiers still have six battleships, but the enemy has dozens, the orcs can no longer be trusted, the Poldro is nowhere to be found, and General Macato has lost his backbone for a while.

He looked at the dark heretical warship in the distance, and his mind had gone further as all eyes were on the massive Omen Ark.

"Battle, adjutant, give the order to all the remaining fleets, approach the remnants of the enemy, and destroy those enemies!"

The lieutenant knew that this was a risk, even if the Ark of Evil Omen had been suspended, but the war firepower on it was still there, and destroying the enemy meant that they were not only inferior in military strength, but also had to be suddenly encircled and suppressed...

But he is only an adjutant and will not hesitate.

"The lines of communication are all open, the adjustments are complete, the orniths are being restarted, but we can already strike, General."

I have to say that the winning general will always use intuition to do accurate actions, he doesn't need to win every battle, he doesn't need to do everything perfectly, he only needs to make a choice at the most important point, choose and repeat again and again.

The true victor will have the protection of Valkyrie (Valkyrie) and have a sense of smell like a beast for war.

But he is not the only intelligent commander, and the changeability of the battlefield is also like a nightmare, in the Ark of Evil Omen, it only took a few minutes for Veengar to go from stunned to calm, he has seen all the death of his fighting brothers, and naturally he will not be afraid of too many surprises.

"Dimensional Blacksmith, how long will it take for us to restart our energy and electronics?"

The dimensional blacksmith replied. "For an hour or so, the machine soul was silenced by the powerful energy, just like eating a powerful machine soul erasing bullet."

(EMP. Pulse jamming, at the end of the 40th millennium, it was believed that such jamming weapons were mechanical failures caused by attacking the machine soul)

Vinegar replied. "It's too slow, we must restart the weapon system first, the enemy is approaching, and the Imperial Guard will not let this opportunity go."

"First of all, is our equipment completely failing?"

The dimensional blacksmith nodded. "That's right, all of our equipment has been destroyed by the strong psionic impact, and the psionics have died because of this movement, and we don't even have a navigator to take us back to the main army now."

Waynegar thought that if it were an ordinary commander, he might have given up, and now that the Ark of Omen was dead, the enemy was approaching, and the fleet had completely lost its communication psionic ability and long-range navigation ability, he should have given up completely.

"Cancel the binding circle, I want to talk to the machine soul."

The dimensional blacksmith's old and mutated cheeks immediately twisted in reply. "No, brother, no, the soul of this battleship has been bound for thousands of years, anger and resentment cannot dissipate, if you see her, she is strong enough for you to die."

"We can't lose you, and the Red Pirates can't lose you."

"I have no will, the fleet has failed because of me, Huron has given me boundless strength and power, but I have messed things up, blacksmith, you won't understand, working with the machine soul is our last plan, lead the way."

The dimensional blacksmith still has a fear and admiration for the machine soul, and it is only when he understands the existence of this world and machines that he understands that in his eyes Vingar is a stupid guy, but it is true that they must communicate with the machine soul if they want to continue the war.

"Please come with me."

Heavy power armor stamped on the inside of the Adamantite battleship, filthy and depraved black creatures flashed through the unlit corridors, but to the demigods, those things were completely dismissible, whether they were physically inflicted or spiritual.

On the contrary, those chaotic creatures will even have a fear of the two superhumans in front of them, subspace creatures are such existences, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, they will be greedy for the spirit of mortals, but they dare not have the slightest thought of the space marines.

The two giants walked through the filth and distortions, and without the protection of electronic devices, the cultist mortals were torn apart and preyed upon by the subspace creatures that existed here, and Wyngar saw those things, and quickly realized that those things would actively attack the humans under the light when they tasted human flesh.

He raised his chainsaw sword and instantly killed the thing that was somewhere between a beast and a subspace demon with murderous intent and a brutal physical attack, sprinkling shredded flesh all over the ground.

"That's merciful, brother." Dimensional Blacksmith Evaluation.

Vingar wiped the blade from his hand, his eyes showing no mercy. "It's just that mortals are more useful than being eaten, and those damned subspace creatures don't deserve to taste human flesh."

From this point of view, whether it is a traitor or the Imperial Guard, they only hope that humans can survive in this cruel void, but they choose different paths, but not everyone knows as well as Alan Bair, only the Chaos Gods in this world can never be trusted...

When they stepped into the place of the ritual that bound the souls, the chains, the skulls, the flames, bound the terrible souls with powerful psionic powers and terrible rituals, with structures beyond mortal comprehension.

Even for the Chaos Renegade, the souls of the space wrecks are uncertain, crazy, and twisted, he is the soul of countless warships, a mad beast that has been synthesized by chaos in subspace, and the joyful psionic flames in the chains are the physical manifestation of the mech.

"How powerful—" Vyngar felt the psionic flames emanating from the mechanical creation, his soul as powerful as a shining star, and even his eyes tingled when he looked at it.

"Blacksmith, untie a part of him."

The dimensional blacksmith swallowed, he raised his hand, recited the ancient and powerful incantations, and swung his hammer and slammed his arm.

"The gods have awakened, restrain your spirits!"

Ding!

"Scarlet Lord, call to your soul!"

Ding Ding Ding!

"Awake, my servant!"

Sparks flew everywhere, as if they were cracking in the crucible of war, the temperature of the sparks alone was enough to melt the pure gold, but Vingar didn't care, and stepped forward, inside this huge room, a huge flame of fifty meters made a "sound" at this moment.

It wasn't something out of his vocal cords, but his psionic energy, tens of thousands of years of lifespan had allowed him to completely transform into a sapient soul, and the Dark Ages battleship might have an AI, giving it human consciousness.

His voice was neither male nor female, right or wrong, good or bad, but cruel, terrible, disgust and anger at the intelligent life that had been forged in Him.

"Space marines, why did you come here, you bound my soul, manipulated my body, and now that I have been severely damaged, you have come to manipulate my sanity?"

Vengar shouted. "I'm the former Crimson Angel, the lieutenant of the Red Pirates! Servant of the King of Blackhearts, commander of the Claws of the Stars! ”

"I am a gift from the gods, and I am not worthy to manipulate you?"

Battleship Soul replied. "So what, I've seen human successes, failures, expeditions, betrayals, I've seen the distorted turbulence of subspace, I've seen the splendor of the Spirit Race, I've seen the plans of the gods, and you, just a waste who has lived for hundreds of years and doesn't know the honor of your ancestors."

"I am fine iron, you are flesh and blood, and we are incompatible."

Vengar shouted. "We're losing, the Empire is approaching, if you don't help us, your warships will be dismantled by the Empire, and your past will be turned into scrap metal and put into the forge furnace, and you won't feel that your suffocating body can resist the Imperial Guards or the angels?"

The mech's tone changed for the first time. "So what, you're only a slave, and I want to die more than I do now."

Wyngar held out his hand. "We cooperate, you get killing and freedom, we get victory and revenge."

"Let the flames surround the burning universe, the human empire will be destroyed, and your soul and body can once again drift in the endless void."

The ghost asked. "Why do you believe you?"

Viengar said. "I'm the Red Blood Angel, I'm the Red Pirate, I'm... Space marine, I have sworn by my honor, my future, my destiny, my master. ”

The machine soul was silent, and after a few moments, the huge space ruin ship was bright again, and the powerful psionic energy of the machine soul and its ability to control its body allowed the use of the inside of the huge hulk to be used again.

Roar, light, the subspace creatures entrenched on the battleship also retreated, and the cannon could be reused, but without the Psyker engine, the battleship also lost the ability to move for the time being.

Vengar bowed. "Thank you, can you tell me your name? You are so old and should have. ”

The machine soul replied. "I'm at odds with the Empire, if you have to call me by my name, then just call me, Meroving."

Wyngar nodded. "Meroving, toast to our cooperation, now, Brother Blacksmith, untie him."

The dimensional blacksmith still hesitated. "But..."

Vengar shouted. "Untie Meroving!"

The dimensional blacksmith raised his hammer and smashed the remaining runes of restraint to pieces, and in the void, the huge Ark of Heresy suddenly shone brightly and violently, shining like a star, and he was now more powerful and terrifying than when he was the Ark of Evil Omen, and his soul had returned to its place.

"My Emperor!" Makato immediately shouted. "All loyal warships return to the Iron Gate!"

The violent energy, the cannon and the evil ark energy returned, those weapons were indestructible, terrifying to the extreme, and the attack with the wrath of the machine soul made the mortals in the battleship hit by its weapons feel disgusting and crazy.

At this moment, the captain of the ship was still unconscious, and he heard a beautiful female voice in his dream. "Merovingian has awakened, the machine is roaring, Captain, wake up, wake up."

The old captain opened his eyes instantly, he touched his nose, the blood had dried up, leaving a sticky mark.

"I'm in... Do? But before he could see his head clear, he saw a fierce spear of light striking his shield, and the shouts of General Macato.

"Come back, Bordero, come back, those heretics have restarted their equipment!"

The captain immediately got up and woke up the unconscious crew with a slap in the face. "Bastard! I'm better than you, now hurry up and sail! ”

Those ignorant members of the navy immediately sobered up when they saw the light spear that grazed the shield, and they had seen such a scene countless times, and they analyzed the situation in just an instant. "Right full rudder, back to the Iron Gate!"

The Bordero's engines roared as it sped forward through the void, approaching the Empire's Iron Gate.

At the same time, most of the Empire's warships also withdrew to the safe zone, and at this moment the traitors and loyalists insisted, the traitors could not start the subspace voyage to retreat or leave, and their warships were left to dare not challenge the still terrifying looking Steel Gate.

But the Imperial Guard couldn't get close to the range of the Omen's Ark, and with such a suffocating insistence, the Imperial Guard could only believe that the traitors would abandon the attack because they had no supplies, or that the Red Pirates' follow-up troops would come.

But Macato is still emphasized in the communicator. "We won, we are inferior in strength, the enemy still has such terrible things, but we still won, Emperor bless, I have applied for new supplies, we rest, feast in front of heretics, think about it, those heretics are now trapped on a wrecked ship, there is no food, haha!"

The captain returned to the communication range at this moment and nodded in reply. "That's right, I can offer wine!"

Makato said. "You're back? Hero! ”

The captain replied. "I'm not a hero, Bordero is..."

Makato replied. "Here we go again, you navy always do this, okay, cheers to the Bordero!"

The tens of thousands of people left of the entire Astral Army shouted. "Cheers to the Poldero!"

And in the void, in a flash, there seemed to be a graceful white-haired woman, raising her glass to the remnants of the Imperial Astral Army...

In the next dark universe, whether it is survival or defeat, whether the traitors occupy this area or the victory of the Imperial Guard, everything is still settled.

Vyngar looked at the reserves in the warehouse and said. "Dimensional Blacksmith, get the assault ship ready, let's assemble a Space Marine force that doesn't need supplies, and then bypass the Steel Gate and attack that Foundry World directly."

Dimensional Blacksmith said. "Is it necessary for us to work so hard for mortals?"

Wayngar looked at the astral army in the distance, the Iron Gate. "Yes, if we want to win, we must make mortals wholeheartedly..."

A new bloody storm is about to begin, plunder, death, and darkness, in this universe will always be the theme song, and it will not stop, it will not stop...

I seem to have written the Middle Ages and Forty Thousand together...

(End of chapter)