The death of the alien turned into fireworks and rendered the entire void, those dark and terrible things were swept away, and the combined forces of the Imperial Guard and Titanium still had a full three hundred warships, although it was not an advantage for the remaining Red Pirate flagship troops, but it could resist for a long time.

The Imperial Guard had to breathe a sigh of relief, but it wasn't a good thing for Titanium, the alliance wasn't strong, and after the collapse of the Spirit Clan, Titanium had actually retreated.

In the command room of the Iron Gate of the Imperial Guard, the Shui clan couldn't help but say while enjoying the pleasure of surviving. "Congratulations on the victory, we will not join the Empire's occupation of the Elvens, nor will we continue to stay in the Empire, but please let us use the Mandeville point to leave, otherwise the situation of our alliance may change"

There is no unanimous interest, for Titanium, the Red Pirates and Titanium have no deep hatred, and they will not attack them, as long as the Red Pirates are not stupid, Titanium can completely unload the grind and kill the donkey.

The Imperial Guard is not a fuel-efficient lamp, they are friends now, they are enemies, it doesn't matter to them, as long as those titans are ready to leave, they don't want to walk out of the steel gates.

The saber rattling, the Imperial Guard will fire their weapons as long as the titanium starts the engine at the moment, but Alan Baier, who is playing with the Spirit Clan's poison crystal gun, said. "What do those traitors pay you, the Imperial Guard gives you more."

Titanium said. "This is classified, we—" They thought for a moment.

"We are only willing to disclose the relevant information to Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair."

Alan Baier replied as he looked at the glittering poison crystal in the promethium lamp. "Yes."

He walked to his private room, which had a good level of secrecy and a private channel.

"He promised to give us the history of the Human Empire, a long, 10,000-year-old history and its related documents, and those things will be dated by our anti-counterfeiting certification, and then sorted out and sent to the world." ”

Alan Baier scratched his head. "Did you know that there are 10,000-year-old veterans in the Red Pirates, and they can't tell if they carve something from their crotch cloths?"

"And you're tired and tired just for a few things that look like relics?"

The top leaders of the Titanium Clan were silent, they were fulfilling their responsibilities, but in the face of a group of old things who had lived for thousands of years, this nascent race did not have much choice.

Alan Baier rubbed the hot iron. "Do you believe me? I can tell you about the real civilization, from 20,000 years ago..."

"Twenty thousand?!" For the young race of Titanium, such a long timeline is comparable to a fantasy, and even the most primitive legend of the Titanium race has been proven to be less than 10,000 years old.

"Humans have used AI, electronic devices, and are proficient in this way, and humans have once established multi-racial alliances at the galactic level, and even accommodated Elves and Greenskins." Alan Bair said, and the man swallowed.

"I can't believe it, if what you're saying is true, okay, it's worth it... We're not leaving, but tell us what you know. The top of the Shui clan bowed, and concentrated on consulting those mysteries...

But the family rejoiced and the family resented, after the main force of the Red Pirates got the information, this matter became strange, you know, they originally planned to cut into the battlefield after the battle situation stabilized, but only half a day, suddenly Titanium betrayed them, and the spirit clan also scattered and fled, and the loss of the green skin was already calculated, but this matter was not in the traitors' thoughts.

Sir Rusfan rose from his inferior Scarlet Throne in disbelief, and his legions of cultists and traitors, some of whom were fallen astral troops, and even demons-bewitched Inquisitors, and psionics were his honored guests, but now they could only bow their heads.

Big defeat, although the aliens are weak and incompetent, but ask yourself, can they! One hundred against six hundred, even a wheel battle is enough to make people exhausted.

"Is this the army that defeated Vengar?" Sir Rusfan smiled wryly, he had always felt that he was more like a descendant of the Blood Angels than that guy, even if he wasn't a Space Marine, but claimed to have inherited his spirit or something.

But he'd tried with all his might to pull the rotten empire out of hell and destruction, but now he's struck by the smoke from the damn old machine.

"Damn it! Damn it! "Anger caused him to start smashing his own things, even though he looked at the massive flagship as his soul, but now his rage could not be stopped.

Things flew out haphazardly, embedded in the walls in the strange power of the mutation, and the influence of the subspace caused his teeth to show fangs, and his fingernails to become elongated like demons.

"Attack them, attack, press them all, assault the formation, A-line forward, align the Hong cannon, and the light spear is hot!"

The bloody stuff and the slow roar of the subspace-tainted empire engines, the Chaos gods spoiled this team, and its warships were marked by the four destructive powers, a team of fallen nobles, traitors, and psionics, and their warships were also mixed.

They are not sophisticated, at least there are many civilian ships in them, such as Imperial transports, they are merchant ships, cargo ships and support ships, they shuttle on the space routes, carrying the lifeblood of the Empire.

From dozens of transports in a single planetary invasion, to hundreds, if not thousands, of transports involved in the Gothic Wars. The rudimentary transports were as vital to victory as the powerful warships they supported.

Although transports are slow, poorly maneuverable, and poorly equipped, they are often used in combat for self-defense.

Fighting in an impossible situation, such a battle is bound to bring huge losses to the transport, because they simply cannot match a specialized warship.

But its sheer numbers are the core of the Chaos Forces, and the large number of mortal cultists and slave forces among them is the wealth that those guys plundered from the Empire.

At the same time, there were a large number of armed cargo ships, and huge warships equipped with large-caliber automatic cannons and a small number of guns, but they were only a kilometer long.

But in addition to such garbage, Chaos Renegade also has a large number of Moon-class cruisers and several Inquisition Black Ships, and the Inquisition's black ships are the special "strike cruisers" used by the Inquisition.

Not to be confused with the Adeptus Astra Telepathica's fleet of black ships, which are only responsible for collecting psionics throughout the empire and transporting them to Terra.

The Inquisition's Black Ships serve a much wider purpose, as they are messengers of Imperial justice and ensure that all Imperial laws are fully supported.

Regular Imperial ships have an armored bow to protect against or near enemy ships, and are painted with gray steel paint.

The other ships of the Empire always sail with their lights on to prevent collisions, and will turn on more lights to "illuminate the enemy" during battle.

However, the black ships did not have any of these: they had no lights (no indicator or signal lights), their hulls were painted black (literally, "black ships"), and their bows were blunt. The history of the Black Ships predates the use of them by the Inquisition in the 41st millennium.

Their presence was noted as early as the Great Horus Rebellion, as described by Nathaniel Garro, a loyalist of the Death Guard.

"The fleet of the Astarte monks is the sword that slays the enemies of Terra, and the black ship is the hammer of the witches."

Ironically, those smeared with the imprint of the Chaos Gods are slowly moving forward towards the Empire, and the Inquisitors who once represented the elite of humanity have joined the path under the bewitchment of demons and the destruction of the Inquisition, and have completely turned against the people who once protected the Empire, but they are still powerful executioners.

And in addition to those powerful things, the escort aircraft carrier is still a formidable force to be reckoned with, and the interior of this cargoship-turned-behemoth has been converted into an armory that can carry hundreds of Void fighters, such as the most classic Fury.

And although this unit is not elite, they do not have destroyers, they are all transformed with civilian armed forces, except for those that are directly a large number of cruisers and a few very few strategic ships.

Massive, troublesome, and deadly, it was their destined choice, as if they were not human, and had become like other races, with a sense of madness.

The red color stained the panel of the bird divination, they didn't have any concealment, they came on the premise of war, they are all human, but traitors are traitors.

Makato looked at the bird with meaning, the war was already on the verge of breaking out, and it was rare for Titanium, the Imperial Guard, and the Mechonia to stand on a unified side, but more people could smell it than him.

In the darkness of the void and far from the battlefield, One-Eye caressed the core of Meroving, his big green face grinning, and he realized that this could be an opportunity for them to jump.

The orc boys have waited too long, the Blood Axes are hungry, and once they reach Mandeville Point, they can receive the signal from the previous teleportation anchor ship and leave the area with the jump engine.

"It's been too long, I can't stand it anymore!" The orc colonel grumbled to One-Eye.

One-Eyed just said. "It's nothing, don't worry, humans and humans, whoever wins, we can win."

"Boys, how's the bumper gear?"

“waaaaahhgboss!”

"It's ready, it's the biggest, most waaaagh thing we can make!" Jiba replied.

The so-called ramming horn is just a huge bulge made of many scraps from Meroving's body, which is far larger than any human creation, but it is essentially a mountain of garbage, yes, a mountain of orc garbage that is the size of a continent and is simply stitched together, welded, and piled up with a large amount of garbage.

This crazy thing is the only way Ark of Omen can attack now, and it's powerful enough to penetrate a planetary engine of its class in one hit, requiring only a bit of junk and more whimsy.

Orcs are such creatures, they are cunning, greedy, stupid and...

Terrible.

In the void, the confrontation between the Imperial Guard and the Red Pirate traitor forces has begun, and they are unaware of the plans of the orcs, only when the light spears are fired alternately, and the terrible mixture of dissolved metal and human flesh drips from the battleship, the meat grinder-like void war continues.

The firepower of the electromagnetic cannon and the Iron Gate is strong, and those Imperial civilian ships are even more vulnerable, and under the cover of the Iron Gate, the Imperial Guard has the advantage in every way.

The light of the huge group of warships biting each other on the void was clearly visible to Pan Lan, and the Foundry Governor stroked his daughter's head and looked up from the ground.

"Are they fighting?" Arya asked.

The Governor replied. "That's right, the Astral Army is a thorn in the side of those traitors, and they are as incompatible as fire and water."

"It's been a long time and a long battle for the fireworks that are now in the sky."

His monitor looked at the sky, and the thick and vague atmosphere could not prevent the people on Pan Lan from witnessing the miracle of war, this world has no stars, and now sacrifice and death have forged a "milky way" that stretches across the equator of the entire planet, clearly visible.

It's beautiful, but it's creepy, because it's not the stars that twinkle, it's life.

The Imperial Guard pressed forward at the moment, they had achieved a strategic advantage, and with this, the leader of the Red Pirate nobles scolded, but the disadvantage could not be changed, the Imperial Guard and the Iron Gate had completed the miracle of 1 enemy 10, and the emperor slowly praised his children for their brave gesture in the high heavens.

Victory was at hand, and the light of the stars swelled even more, and the governor laughed. "We're going to win!"

Arya asked. "If the Imperial Guard loses, will we choose to surrender?"

The Governor said. "We refused once, and a second, and a third, and unlike those groveling bugs, we saw the light and could no longer succumb to the darkness."

That's right, the light is advancing, the honor of the Imperial Guard and the light of the Astral Army are attacking with the wrath of the Emperor, and after the nobleman's strike cruiser is bombarded by the Light Spear, he hurries insults at the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Navy, especially Titanium.

But the disadvantage was irreparable, and the Poldro was in front of him, defeating countless traitors, and Alan Baier offered next to the captain to smash the opposite deck with a cannon, while the Void Shield had titanium to help paralyze.

Victory was close at hand, and General Macato lay down in the command room with relief, he looked at the reinforcements that arrived in two days, and took a sip of coffee.

"It's so bitter, but it's sweet, no wonder he likes it..."

Makato is a hero, and now he can put his weight down, he writes a letter of appointment, entrusts Alan Bair with the position of commander-in-chief, commander-in-chief of the Astral Army's Temporary Expeditionary Force, and transfers it to the Imperial Guard's database on a tablet.

Soon the order became known, and Alan Bair replied. "Damn, this job is exhausting, I don't want it!"

Macato just said. "One day you'll need to take over my mission."

But before he could say the next sentence, the bird beetle let out a rapid roar.

The Star Whisperer linked to the receptors, he shouted. "There's something, so big, planetary engines, that's... Ark of Evil Omen?! It's crashing into us?! ”

(End of chapter)