The Iron Gate hovers in the Void, a powerful Mecha creation that is the last legacy of Pan Lan, whose volcanic cannons can no longer be repaired due to the collapse of rare special crystals inside, but it still serves as a harbor and firepower blockade.

Hundreds of warships surrounded it, civilian ships came in and out, metal engines were like a bonfire feast, the glittering steel doors became their focus, those war engines were the loyalists who had been gathering here during this time, there were dozens of them in a star system, what about the entire star sector?

Even after the war and civil strife, there were still hundreds of warships loyally gathered in the place where the pirates were about to attack.

They stood above Mandeville like the Door Gods, the Emperor's steel city guarding the last point of the Empire, and now it has become a good free port because of the continuous development and the development of the area by the navy for the people.

The Skadians, who were soldiers, had been back from Panlan for some time, but now in the conference room, Makato was interested in handing over Elan Bair's favorite coffee. "How does it feel to keep the world of foundry in the sea?"

Alan Baier was not surprised, you know, this is his territory, what messy deal can be hidden from a one-handed imperial commander-in-chief?

Without this control, this star sector would have been full of cults and demons everywhere.

He took a bottle of hand-ground coffee he bought from a civilian outside, tore open the waterproof paper bag, his fingers enjoyed the touch of the oiled paper, and then carefully poured artificial caffeine into his military kettle and shook it, smelling the peculiar promethium smell inside the steel door.

Although he prefers to live in Poldero, he still needs to come here and join the deployment and command of the Astral Army.

"I found something." There was no one around, and there would be no surveillance here, Alan Baier handed out the letter, and Makato took it, his face changed, and then accepted it.

"I'll send someone to do this."

Alan Bair replied. "I need to know the process."

Macato grimaced, then said. "After that, if you want to follow up, go to the tavern where you took the ensign yesterday and ask about the situation."

Alan Bair nodded, and they treated it as if it didn't exist anymore.

Makato was willing to give him such a right, simply because he was already very important, and he was more like a war lord independent of the commander than Makato's subordinates, with his own soldiers and even independent territories.

It's just that there is still a lack in terms of battleships, but if he wants to, he can definitely split a group of people and become his own void camels.

But status is responsibility, the responsibility of the commander-in-chief is great, and the trouble it brings, Alan Baier naturally knows it, but Makato is not rotten by power, he knows very well what the empire needs now, an invincible fleet, guarding the lifeblood of this star region, and also a way to resist the invasion of the Sun Star by the Red Pirates.

Makato put away those things, at this moment the military uniform of the Imperial Admiral showed his authority, at least in this star sector, this "weak" place, there is no world of death conscription as famous as Katachan, nor a huge production world like Mars, only a place where will and unity hold the front.

He is the kingdom here, and after that, in the command room, the war lords who came from all over this star region are all kinds of dukes and princes, many of them have the same rank as Macato, or even higher than him, and there are several battle groups under him, hundreds of dozens of warships.

The heads of the War Lords were held high, and they traveled far and wide to settle the sins of the Red Pirates, but Macato was the highest and strongest among them, because the vast amount of material generated by the planetary trade system led by Gondeva VI had reached the limit of his "wealth".

Now that the Empire's weak control over this sector has completely collapsed under the invasion of the Red Pirates, the princes of the Astral Army are the only war force in this sector.

They don't have Astarte, they don't have the Empire's battle nuns, and they can only use legions of mortals to offset what is invincible.

But heretics are heretics, and in this hall of the Iron Gate, full of loyalists, the metal walls are covered with unwiped green blood, weathered and cracked, telling the story of what kind of tough guys the people here are.

Makato ran his finger across the dark green star map. "The enemy will jump to this position in subspace during this time." Huge black machinery appeared on the screen, planetary engine-level monsters, and it was also the honor of the soldiers of this star sector, their miracle, the destroyed Omen Ark.

"This huge monster, the heresy engine once threatened us, and now it is scrap metal, but even so it is still an excellent enemy stronghold, we are not capable of dealing with this thing, we can only monitor this area at the moment, but I have sent destroyers to regain control of it during this time, and the news will be updated soon."

Seeing this monster, the faces of the war lords everywhere are not very good, and the name of the Evil Omen Ark in the Eye of Fear is known to everyone, and the legend of it within the empire is that children stop crying, and adults hear about it.

"Its engine has been completely destroyed, and there's no way there's anything to get it back up." Macato was quite proud to introduce this matter, after all, he can become the leader here, a large part of which is due to this merit, only thirty warships completely annihilated the Red Pirate advance force and a planetary engine, it is nothing more than a miracle of the emperor's gift.

The other lords also had to admit that it was reassuring to have such a legion as their ally, but even so, Makato still had to throw out the bad news, tear it open, tear it apart, and let the others see it.

"The subspace storm is getting smaller and smaller during this time, according to our estimates, the Red Pirates' Void Fleet is ready, we don't know the number of enemies, we don't know the configuration, we don't even understand when those people will come, but we can get this location point."

"Near the Ark of Bad Omen..."

"Omen's Ark?" "Ark of Evil Omens..."The War Lords began to mumble, they were all heroes in their own territory, and they were also connected to each other, and they could even be regarded as acquaintances, probably all graduated from the same military academy.

The divine light of the emperor guides them here, but it cannot hide their greed for life and fear of death.

Fear, people are destined to have fear, you can't deny fear, it is fear that makes sacrifice great, without cowardice, what is courage?

They are human beings, and even war heroes would think that such a massive planetary engine is at the level of force majeure, but Alan Baier knew that they were just missing an answer, an answer that they were willing to sacrifice.

Hope, notch, anything, the empire lacks this thing.

Their cowardice at the moment was such a thing, and they could not see the despair of the future, but Alan Baier stood up.

"Are you scared?"

Those war lords are all fierce men, they are all imperial warriors who have killed countless enemies, who is this young man in front of him? His chest was... Terra Star Badge?

They all began to bow their heads and listen to their adjutants, after all, there is a lot of information inside the empire, you can't expect them to know everything, they are commanders and warriors, not intelligence officers.

When they were probably clear, their faces became softened again, they might feel that the young man in front of them was strong and didn't know the sky, or they might really have slightly complicated feelings about the lieutenant colonel who had been through a lot.

But there are those who are strong in blood. "The emperor is above, and no member of the Imperial Guard will die in vain, so what if there is no hope for our battle?"

"The enemy has the Ark of Evil Omen as a cover, and the evil planetary engine and its machine spirit are still hostile to humans, and we are also inferior in terms of troops."

"If you think that sacrificing in vain can be exchanged for victory, then our cooperation better end here, the subspace storm stops, and we can fly separately in the face of great difficulties."

His words were very extreme, he was not very old, a major, not even thirty, and he was also fought hard during the war years, and he was strong, and there was no doubt that this imperial officer had made a contribution after the subspace storm blockade of the region in this cruel era.

As long as he fights, he will often have good luck or ability to climb up, but it is not clear whether he has real ability or just luck.

Alan Bair also threw out his pride. "I contacted the commander-in-chief of the eastern part of the Gulf of Damocles, Qi Fan, and his legendary chief of staff, Kane, will also be coming."

"Kaifas. Kane? "Other officers, and even generals, were slightly moved by the name, the Emperor's Miracle, the Warrior, Chief of Staff Kane.

"He'll be our reinforcement?" The young officer asked.

Alan Baier nodded, and said. "The Star Word I posted a year ago has already been replied to some time ago, we just need to wait for about a week, they have come to the periphery of this star sector, and they will rely on the current Mandeville point of the Iron Gate to jump in."

"The Astral Army of Partoria will also come to the rescue."

Those war lords couldn't sit still for a while, that kind of can't sit still is not nervous, but excited, the empire has not had such a scale of imperial guard marching for thousands of years, if the three star sectors are really united, the number of warships expected will reach an exaggerated number of thousands.

"Expedition... The expedition is coming! A general excitedly muttered the word, for the Imperial army, expedition is a word that can only be experienced in history, like the expedition of the Sun Lord Macarius, to recover the countless territories of the empire and expand the area where the star torch can shine.

If this happens, they will become history, recorded in the history of the empire for thousands, tens of thousands of years, but the unity of the Imperial Guard is their hope compared to going down in history.

The empire is afraid of the group that is too powerful, and without the permission of the high lord and the coordination of the Ministry of War, it is almost impossible for the astral army to cooperate with each other across star regions, resulting in the current empire Although it is huge, the energy that can be gathered has not been high.

The excitement made the heroes of the Imperial Guard happy, but the old stuff had to be asked. "What about the permission and supplies of the high lords, rashly gathering such a large force will be called a heresy."

Alan Baier just said. "What, what do you care about those bugs?"

"Bugs? Those are the high lords of the Empire...", the officer who wanted to spend his old age in peace muttered.

Alan Bair replied. "We only have this chance, the Red Pirates have brought us together, and if we don't take advantage of the opportunity to unite, we will completely lose all our chances of victory."

"You're worried about the arrogant orders of the old driftwood who are high up and slapping the extermination order, but you don't dare to join the vast legions of the Imperial Guard, which have rarely formed in a few hundred years, and fire on the traitors who have plundered your homeland?"

Bloodiness is buried within the Imperial Guard officers, who in their youth also wield ammunition, sabers, to gain victory and kill the enemy, to choose between their old age or revenge, they hesitate, but also identified.

"those aliens!"

"For the Emperor!"

"Heresy!"

Yes, there are people in the empire who are dead and dead, and there are guys who rely on their family status and military school grades to become imperial generals, but there is no doubt that the imperial heroes standing here are not.

Warlords don't rely on a safe place for pugs to sit in, and they are better at shooting at their enemies with precision than they do on their knees.

And Makato looked at the situation at the moment, he also understood that the lieutenant colonel in front of him was more suitable to be a commander than him, at least until he met so far, the progress of this soldier was simply a meteor.

He wondered if he needed to abdicate one day, but he also understood that it wasn't that day yet, after all, seniority was hanging there.

But Makato was also happy enough, he looked at the tactical tablet, collected information and reports, the situation of the war brightened, the Imperial Guard was aided and changed everywhere, although they were not invincible and invincible, but they could also sacrifice their lives for the Empire.

But the good news doesn't come all the time, and the god of fate is stretching out his arm, and the video from the front line reaches him, and he has to cough to interrupt the high-pitched situation here.

"Guys, look at the screen, the holographic device, we're alive."

The crows were silent, only the hum of the equipment, the priest linking the mechanical pipes, transmissions, muttering troublesome bytes, praising the God of Machines, praising the Om Messiah, and finally a pale green hologram appeared in front of everyone.

The empty area of the universe, according to the marking, the huge Ark of Evil Omen on it has disappeared, and a faint light flashes, it is...

A tattered battleship, is it greenskin? Well? Spikes and rundown, corruption and eight-pointed stars? Is it a cultist, is it a heretic?!

The streamlined hull is glowing, with a pitch-black blade, no, there is the scum of the spirit race, like a ship with seafood... Titanium?

Until the malevolent flagship of the Void arrived, the barge that struck the strategic ships, the Space Marines, only now that divine thing had become a disgusting heretical warship.

The barges of the Red Pirates, with their colorful gadgets from different races, had to frown even the most loyal people of the Imperial Guard, because it represented the Red Pirates, using aliens.

"Unreasonable! They drive the aliens to fight for themselves?! "The restless officer scolded it, it was vicious, it was blasphemy, it was blasphemy against the human race.

But Alan Bair said. "The Red Pirates can let go, even if it's just that, this kind of operation makes this group of warships very large, if it weren't for those aliens, this fleet would have shrunk by two-thirds!"

That's right, there are too many of them, thousands of battleships, and there is no shortage of battleships, and the difference in forces is almost irreversible!

The loyalists had to deal with the fact that hundreds, four hundred to be exact, and mainly destroyers, had no previous experience of cooperating with the Imperial Navy, dealing with thousands of enemy warships.

But despair did not pervade, but they looked forward to whether they could create a miracle that will go down in history if reinforcements arrived.

Makato shouted at this. "For the sake of the emperor, let's do it!"

The Astral Army × greenskin

(End of chapter)