"How far is it to go..."The flagship of the Red Pirates, the bright red battle barge to be exact, the honor of the Space Marines, at least the honor of the past, the command point in it, the breeding of corruption and disgust, the throne of steel, dyed red with blood, like a rose made of metal.

A mortal commander who commands an entire force abnormally is not a Space Marine, neither are his men, and this pirate fleet is not Huron's troops, but his minions.

He wears a gorgeous military uniform, holds a power saber, has an arrogant temperament, blond hair, and fair skin, but he is definitely not human, to be precise, as long as he is human, he can sense that something is wrong with him.

Fair, tuberculosis-like skin, with lilac pupils, it represents the energy of psionic energy, and its special appearance instantly connects people with legendary monsters that have been conveyed from the time of Terra to the present day, but he is by no means.

And he is a sinner who betrayed the Empire, and he is also a self-proclaimed savior, once as a nobleman of the Empire, his ancestors experienced the era of the Great Expedition together with the Emperor, he became a loyal descendant who chased the likes of Horus into the Eye of Fear, but he was born in the chaotic subspace and was no longer a real human at all.

History has been blurred, only the oral story of his family, his face mutated, his mind polluted by chaos, and even betrayed the Astarte Legion he once served, snatching a great battle barge of the 30k era and defiling everything on it.

Because one of the Chaos Gods, Slaanesh's power has such a power to his family, so that the Chaos Witchcraft inherited by his family even makes Space Marines feel headaches.

At this moment, he commanded his barge as the Curtain of the Stars, joined the forces of the Blackheart King as a navy, and was proud of the oral stories of his family, and in his eyes, he was the true heir of the Empire...

He knew the ruined history of humanity, the stories of the original genomes from his ancestors, and the power of the subspace, but instead of fearing them, he felt that he could use the power of the Chaos Gods from the High Heaven to take the ruined empire into his pocket.

He even formed a fairly large pirate army, and as its master, he occupied a considerable number of star fields, and all the credit for this was because he joined the Red Pirates, the former Claws of the Stars!

I have to say that the reason why Huron is the lord of the Red Pirates is that he has recruited troops and quickly expanded his range, which is also his most powerful point, using people as talents, not relatives.

Even if this arrogant guy joined, he only single-handedly killed the mortal servants who followed Huron with his swordsmanship, and according to Huron's reasoning, he defeated all those remnants, and won the first pot of gold in the physical universe as soon as possible.

"Sir Rusfan, we've got thirty minutes to get to the Ark of Omen area." His butler, with a delicate face, is probably only a young man of 14-5 years old, wearing a retro tuxedo, and his body has not changed, which is "pure" in comparison.

He pricked his arm with a complex pipe, the blood was constantly pumping, cold-sterilized, filtered, and then ticked to the outlet of the device in front of him, falling like wine in a goblet.

But this guy is his younger brother, to be precise, in terms of kinship, but his family swallows each other's blood relatives, and is proud of it, unlike the human supremacy of the empire, this perverted blood-sampire family, since the first Count Degu, has regarded physical mutation, psionic awakening as honor, and the low degree of change is its "drink" rather than "blood kin".

Of course, this is also something that has been gifted by the power of the Chaos Supreme Heaven, and at first it may have been just that they found that such survival of the fittest was suitable for passing on better genes, and then their belief in this matter began to make such perverted behavior come true...

Turning one's relatives into props, slaves, and flaunting the superiority of one's own bloodline with distorted standards, such an education begins at an early age and ends at the end of his life.

The bright red "drink" handed by the young man was also relied on by a nobleman named Rusfan, who believed that his blood was noble.

He drank the bright red thing, the goblet like wine swaying with chaotic filth and viscous bodily fluids, obviously taking the lives of others, but his expression was as if the young man in front of him should thank him.

"What are you shaking?" He wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and the butler replied. "My lord, the Ark of Evil Omen is gone."

Lu Sifan's fingers trembled, his emotions became intense, and his fingers couldn't help but stretch out bright purple nails, which were not normally extended, which was also the characteristic of their family's genetic mutation, as long as they were emotional, they would not be able to grasp their mutant characteristics.

"What... How could it be, that was... The treasures of Lord Huron..."

He crushed the cup, and the sharp shards could not cut through his seemingly weak skin, leaving only the slightest inconspicuous mark. "That's enough, it should be a good thing that those Astral Army did..."

"Unforgivable, the disappearance of that noble planetary engine will be a problem for my legion, and the battle record will be smeared with bad deeds, and that useless fellow of Vengar is still the heir of the Crimson Angel."

"Full speed ahead, close to the Iron Gate, let the Greenskins hit the outpost, I'm fed up with those twittering guys, I didn't plan to recruit them into the army, just right as cannon fodder."

"Herald, Guardian First Fleet Forward, just kill an Imperial ship, record it with a recorder, and give them enough teeth as a reward."

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men, not to mention that the greenskin is originally greedy, which is also the way proposed by Huron to use aliens, stop at the surface, trade, trade, and cooperate, but not deep.

At the end of the 400th millennium in the darkness of the year, people have the same understanding of the aliens, and until the time of their betrayal of the great years of humanity, no human sovereignty will once again open its arms to them, no, never.

Humanity's disgust and hatred for aliens have been planted in the bone marrow, from the desperate betrayal of the Dark Ages and the ensuing 10,000 years of enslavement and plunder, to the slaughter of citizens, and finally, the 20,000 years of hatred of humanity.

Whether born in Terra or anywhere in the Empire, or believing in the Chaos Gods or the One God Emperor, Xenomorphs are the most disgusting thing in this world for humans.

Use them, enslave them, convince them, in a duet of violence and profiteering, the kind of music that drives the thick metal arms of the orc leader to pull the lever, and the engine driven by a simple mechanical structure to spew black smoke, even the best mechanical priests can't understand that it's a vacuum, smoke from there, but that's how it exists.

A tattered machine, but not crudely inside, a variety of custom and enhanced components, a large red button for one-time acceleration, a conveyor system, and a traction beam generator.

The various abilities are dazzling, and in contrast, human warships need the efforts of tens of millions of people in the Imperial Navy to mobilize pistons, overload engines, and decentralize traction if they want to accomplish the above things.

Humans still don't know how orcs do it, but they can, they can install trap devices in seemingly unoccupied rooms that are almost so sensitive that they can't be mistaken, and kill enemies accurately without hurting their own people, of course, they probably don't care about hurting their own people, as long as the kid who installed it sees it get people, it's happy enough.

Orcs, it's such a simple thing, now they want to fight, and they still have money to take when they fight, and the more they fight, the more they beat, the more they get!

Excitement, the flow of blood excitedly, the orc leaders were eager to try, and the boys were even more happy. "it up~waaaaaghhh.!"

“waaaaaaagh！”

“waaaaaaagh！”

This tattered flagship, the killing-class conventional cruiser is the flagship of this pirate force, like a pitch-black open beast, the front is humanized with a tooth-like paint, equipped with cannons and heavy cannons, and also fires torpedoes from the side, this flagship is even "pulling the wind" to inlay the teeth of a Leviathan hive beast they picked up on its spaceship, making it look like a "unicorn".

In addition to the flagship, there were dozens of other killing-class cruisers, and the other warships of this unit were all light-class cruisers.

A small light cruiser similar to the Empire, first seen in large numbers during the Third Armageddon War, like most orc warships, the improvised cruiser looks in tatters, has a high degree of individual customization, and is equipped with a number of bizarre orc weapons that can be used to ram or attack enemy ships.

Many of these ships were converted from captive Imperial Indomitable and Dutant-class hulls, but the "comical" modifications on them were particularly ridiculous for the loyalist.

But in fact, the invasion formation composed of light cruisers is unexpectedly strong in terms of aggression, they are similar to wolves, wolf packs and other things, the orcs can be very united under the leadership of the war leader, and the number of fleets close to 100 can also provide them with quite powerful firepower, and can even threaten the strategic class cruisers.

In particular, they all carried torpedo boats or really had torpedoes.

This unit is the nightmare of the Red Pirate enemy, who has torn and chewed on countless enemies, and to this day, it still does not stop.

The orcs were approaching, but the Iron Gate's ornibal had been turned on from time to time due to the war, humming low with bright red punctuation.

"Enemy attack!" A loud voice spread over the countless warships of the Imperial Navy, and naturally there was also the Pordero, as the central command flagship, and Elanbayr was stationed as a frigate unit, and the captain was in command at the same time as him.

This kind of mixing is actually very strange, especially the one that has changed its direction and ignores the sacred of the Empire, written by the genetic prototype, Robert Killiman, and makes him want to slap himself to death, which can be described as the sacred book in the middle point, the Astarte Holy Codex, to be precise, for the whole of the Empire, the armed forces, the Holy Codex.

It was he who made it impossible for the Imperial Navy to mix the Imperial Guard, so that the Imperial Guard could not touch the Imperial Navy, and that the armored regiment could not touch the infantry regiment, and that the infantry regiment could not touch the artillery regiment.

Let's not talk about how much convenience it would bring to the infantry regiment with a few mortars, let's just say that the empire's sparse infantry coordination would not have much credit to Mr. Robert?

However, in the not-too-distant future, the great Genogen will soon realize that humanity's decline has reached the point where the Holy Book is useless, and that the Imperial Guard of the sector will now need to break the old rules.

Alan Baier also knew that at the end of this dark fortieth millennium, those of the High Lords' Council could not tolerate the emergence of any large new group, no matter how loyal they were, but this was no longer something that the Imperial Guard could consider now, even if the High Lords said anything, now that the galaxy was burning, they had no choice but to fight.

The captain shouted. "The energy output is at full capacity, and the light spear array is warmed up."

"Battleship forward, pin down the enemy, beware of torpedo attacks."

"Pay attention to the bird, intelligence is our advantage!"

The battleship moved forward slowly, and the small forces of the Indomitable Light Cruiser and the Sword-class destroyer formed the front of the battleship, which gathered sharp blades, ready to ram and fire torpedoes like a blade.

Poldero, on the other hand, controlled the core of the cruisers that had been converted from the Moon class and a large number of the Moon class, with a total of about 70 of them, and the Cologne and Armageddon-class strategic cruisers sat at the mountain gate, and 10,000 people could not enter lightly.

In the cluttered communication channel, the chats of countless warships were mixed up, all of which were discussions among high-ranking officers of the Imperial Navy. "How did that Omen Ark disappear?"

"Who knows, it may be a heretical conspiracy, and the water will cover it up!"

The Imperial Navy was talking, tacit, powerful tacit understanding made this channel chaotic but ready to go, they didn't need orders, they just needed to communicate with each other to coordinate, and the secret was to only do their own duties, and do their duties to the best of their ability.

"Be vigilant in the Celestial Domain ahead, and engage the enemy..."

"The target is confirmed, it's a special-shaped unit, a green-skinned light cruiser! Launch! ”

Flashing, the spears of light and cannon in the void shattered, thousands of steel beasts tore together, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the myth of Genesis, the fierce light is as dazzling as the stars shining in the endless void, and each explosion represents death.

Cracked adamantite swayed in the void, and the radiant indexers rattled from the constant mutual firing and the smoke of the engine's bursting.

The orc boss shouted in an unpleasant accent. "Boys, use a long cannon, and a big cannon when it's close." The long is the main cannon of the Empire, the large is the plasma cannon or shotgun, and the orc cruisers have no light spears and have a slightly worse penetration effect, but their favorite ramming angles and torpedoes are excellent in close combat, giving loyal troops a constant headache.

And on the side of the Imperial Guard, the captain's experienced judgment. "We distanced ourselves and wore down the enemy with our guns and light spears, and the destroyers took a detour with maneuverability."

Alan Baier said. "We don't have time, the enemy's large forces will soon press forward, the orcs are not strong, we should gather to attack the opposite flagship."

The captain said. "We can't be sure where the flagship is!"

Alan Bair pointed to the body of the killer cruiser, saying. "Look at this, it's all with such big teeth, it must be this one, hit this one!"

(End of chapter)