This universe is pitch black, terrifying, crazy, full of aliens and chaos, and when the children of the empire stand firm with blood and sacrifice, it will return the news of even crazier for those who are loyal.

The fire was so bright as the stars that the entire vast Void fleet stopped, and they looked at the steel door on the orbithography that had lost its communication signal.

With the Imperial Guard focusing on attacking and the Iron Gate's intelligence equipment focused on defending against frontal enemies, the entire Red Pirate was devastated, but at this moment, from behind, a terrifying thing the size of a planet suddenly appeared.

In the vast void, a line of sight of only a few thousand kilometers is nothing to a sub-light engine, but to the naked eye, or to humanity itself, the entire planet is nothing more than a dot that looks a little bigger.

One-Eye, who had been not far from Mandeville Point, was unable to patrol due to the flame-out and the Imperial Guard's war, giving the cunning creature an opportunity.

The huge beasts, planetary engines, and the violent light and burning things produced by the impact with the steel gate were even more shattered and flew away, just grazing the battleship was a catastrophe, not to mention that many were captured by Pan Lan's gravity and fell towards this poor casting world.

And the gravitational pull of the Ark of Omen and the heat generated by the atmosphere made the ramming horns cut through the entire steel door like a butter knife.

"General Macato? General of the Lord of Macato! "Alan Baier patted the communication, hoping that this old thing was just a malfunction, and that without the general, the expedition would stagnate.

The captain pressed his arm. "Lieutenant Colonel, there's no way anyone can survive that kind of attack..."

"General Macato has returned to the throne!"

The Chief of Staff was silent, to be precise, no member of the Imperial Guard with experience in the Void War would think that Mr. Makato was still alive...

But that Ark of Evil Omen, to be precise, is the culprit who took complete victory away from the Imperial Guard, although most of the infantry of the Imperial Guard is stationed in Panlan, and the Void Battleship has also entered the combat orbit, but the loss of the entire Void Gate is also huge, not to mention the Lord of General Macato, who is the commander-in-chief, and the soul of the Imperial Guard is also among them.

And the main channels of the Imperial Guard have become a mess, whether it is the assault of the orcs or the silence of the lord general, and the Red Pirates? It doesn't matter if their remnants are defeated!

But at the moment only Alan Baier could command this huge force, and Macato's half-joking appointment became his last order, and the Imperial Guard quickly signaled to Poldero.

"Commander-in-Chief of Alan Bair, Warlord, please give the battle order!"

Everything came suddenly, his thoughts became chaotic, and Alan Baier was only angry, he looked at the orc troops, but said calmly. "Attack the remnants of the Red Pirates!"

Their firepower could not kill the Ark of Omen, and the time for revenge had not come, and as Alan Bair feared, if they did not destroy the Red Pirates completely, they would give the details of the war to the Blackheart King to make him stronger.

Today's empires are under attack, literally, on the level of the physical world, but also strategically, there is no doubt about it.

The empire needs strong leaders, a new war order, enough calm and crazy guys.

Since order is carried out in an orderly manner, and the tenacious and rational and brave warriors can survive in this dark universe, Makato had foreseen that one day he would be like this, stepping on the bones of his own commander, is not it an inevitability, a tragic inevitability of the Imperial Guard?

If the Emperor really cherished his people, he wouldn't have squandered human life, even though he was indeed rich, and almost the entire galaxy was in his hands...

The salvo of the cannon, the sharp blade of the light spear, but the Titan was still sluggish, they were amazed by the monster the size of the planet, and they also regretted the dissipation of the powerful steel gate of the Imperial Guard, of course, their short-lived civilization did not think of a war engine the size of a planet, and at this moment countless people stopped shooting, ready to record those information to convey to the world.

Among the Red Pirates' strike cruisers, in the flagship, Lu Sifan's face was not good, his strategic goal was to capture the Iron Gate and obtain the Ark of Evil Omen, and now he was actually taken down by those green skins.

No matter how stupid they are, they can see that those green-skinned doves occupy the magpie's nest, greedy for the things of the black-hearted king, and succeed, and the huge planetary engine is emitting a distorted green light, which is the orc's teleportation equipment, and those ugly things are not only successful, but also escaped!?

The light of the spear had already touched in front of him, and his great deeds had not yet begun, but the orcs had taken the lead, and the resentment made him uncomfortable...

"Are you ready?" Sir asked his most powerful psyker.

The badly mutated monster could no longer tell if it was a human or something, his eyes were full of heads, he was dressed in ornate robes, his hair had fallen out, and his head was pitted.

"Yes, sir." He can't open his mouth anymore, he can only use psionic energy to talk to other people, it is better to say that his body has completely relied on psionic energy to live, in a way, human beings can also evolve like this, and the actual human psionic potential is even comparable to that of the spirit race, but there are too few people who can develop it to that extent.

"Yes—" Sir is also human, and before he is wiped out by his compatriots, before the Void Shield roars and wails, he wants to surprise the orcs who have plundered his future.

His loss to the Imperial Guard was a losing duel, but giving the Alien an opportunistic was absolute rage.

"All psionics obey the order and use all psionic energy to disturb the stability of Mandeville Point!"

There are not many mutants who are rare, one in a million, in the Eye of Fear, and those people gather together to sing the praises of the power of destruction, but the subspace and the physical universe are so huge, and their spiritual energy is nothing more than a small spoon to stir up the sea.

But it wasn't difficult for them to make waves at a moment's cost, but the price was enough for their souls to be wiped out in the subspace, and the psionics were blasting their heads open one by one in the terrible ritual of chaos and chaos, and as one of them, Sir looked at the dark void.

They are all temperamental people, they hate aliens more than humans, and they hate the empire more than their compatriots, and it is the current exclusion of the empire and the values brought by the corpse emperor that make it impossible for their group of physically mutated people to return to their fellow humans.

And they found a second home in the hands of the King of Black Hearts, but now they are overshadowed by the green skin.

He lost to the Imperial Guard, and those aliens want to sit back and enjoy it, but it is impossible!

"For the Chaos Gods!"

"For Chaos, gods!"

This group of crazy, paranoid, and disapproved human beings by the empire have to say that they are extremely loyal, but they are only loyal to their own race, not to the emperor and the empire.

The brain bursts, the battleship evaporates in a salvo, but their actions prevent One-Eye from receiving the signal from the Mandeville point to leave the star-boy himself.

"Damn, damn it, why do those shamans say that we..." The one-eyed teeth are about to be crushed, their numbers are not large, it is impossible for them to fight the Imperial Guard's login operation, if they continue like this, they will only be encircled and suppressed by the Empire!

This is the case in this universe, sometimes the emperor's great vision cannot be exhaustive, but he will help his children, no matter what the method or what the situation, it will always give mankind a glimmer of hope in the desperate universe.

At this moment, the Imperial Guard watched their enemies turn into dust in the void, and Alan Baier also realized that the orcs were wrong. "They didn't go on a subspace trip?"

The Star Whisperer saw what was going on through the subspace haze, and he seemed to be infected by those crazy wills, and the madness caused by the huge number of information that entered his body through sensors all the time also stopped, and he said calmly.

"It's... It was the dying curse of those traitors that made Mandeville unusable for a short time! ”

"Those traitors?" The captain said incredulously, after all, in their concept, those crazy people who have mutated their bodies and believe in evil gods are all people with problems with their heads.

Alan Baier just looked meaningfully at the evaporated wreckage of the Space Marines in the void, although this universe is black and white, it is difficult to evaluate a person's good or bad, either he believes in the emperor is a good person, or he likes evil gods or bad guys.

It was a nest of crows, certainly black in general, and Alan Baier had to admit at the moment that those people were his countrymen, even if they had betrayed them.

Their souls still won't go to the Golden Throne, though, but now there's something new to reckoned with.

"Brothers and sisters of the Imperial Guard, our brave Lieutenant General Macato, the Commander-in-Chief of the Western District of the Imperial Guard and the mighty Warlord, died from the intrigues and murders of those greenskins, all our compatriots who bask in the light of the stellar torch, the loyalists, we have only one long-cherished wish now, don't we?" Alan Barr roared at the communicator.

Other fighters also replied. "Revenge!"

"Revenge!" "For the Emperor!"

"For the Warlord Macato!"

Although the warships of the entire Imperial Guard are only one-thousandth the size of a planet in comparison, those huge steel engines that stretch for hundreds of kilometers are not worth mentioning in front of the Ark of Evil Omen.

But don't forget, those guys are carrying nuclear bombs, virus bombs, nuclear bombs, and in the case of a small number of orcs, the Imperial Guard can withstand the counterattack of those orcs and clean up the planetary defenses with their own weapons.

The orcs also spent a lot of materials and manpower to build ramming horns and jumping engines, and today's Ark of Bad Omen has no ability to resist.

"No, no?!" One-eyed looked at his crude orc detector, the exact name of which was the Orc Fart Detector, mimicking something made by a human bird detector, and the countless energy red dots on it meant that they were dying.

"Hurry up and teleport, use the Clickfoot (the name of the teleporter) to take us somewhere else!" One-Eye scolded, but his deputy said.

"Boss, we don't have coordinates, if we overlap with the asteroid's position and the molecules collide with each other, the energy generated is enough to blow up our big spiky cans (orcs' nickname for Chaos Space Marines) battle moon!"

"Or we may appear directly in front of a new enemy, but we are not ready for war."

One-eyed can only say. "Pray for the protection of the hair!"

There's no way, even if he is wise, he can't know the future, no matter what, there is no hope without jumping, and there is still a glimmer of life in teleportation!

He pressed the button, and the buzzing things began to reverberate, and those large orc machines were shaking like they were about to fall apart, it was hard to imagine that this simple thing in the human steam age was actually a powerful device made by a cosmic civilization that could travel the stars, similar to star gates, wormholes, etc., which are now undesirable for the human empire.

It is no exaggeration to say that orcs can return to the tip of the galaxy in extreme cases, but most orc tribes are not capable of creating such a thing, and if it weren't for the one-eyed "raw" genius priest, this matter would still be a fantasy.

When the bright green light flickered, the one-eyed ark left at an extreme time, and the void was only the wreckage of war and a mess, Pan Lan was even more pitiful because of the fragments that had been attacked by a meteorite swarm.

The highly carbonized wreckage and debris of the Steel Gate float in the void, slowly agglomerating due to gravity, and perhaps hundreds of years later, the wreckage of the battleship and the Steel Gate will form a large metal polymer resembling a space ship.

The Astral Army only landed indifferently in the nearest world, and the Foundry Governor was unable to meet Alan Barr because of the disaster, and Alan Barr was not in the mood.

The greatest man he knew in this cruel empire was gone, and now he had a big responsibility, and he began to integrate the troops, the Imperial Army, the Imperial Navy, the Imperial Guard, and the Ministry of War, the Inquisition, a whole bunch of related things, and the responsibility represented the full force and the responsibility.

In this dark universe, no one is exempt from responsibility, no one can, to be perfect.

The whole war machine was still roaring, the red pirates had not dispersed, the green-skinned haze had not dissipated, and a few days later, under the turbid and hellish scenery of Pan Lan, the Imperial Guard had gathered in Pan Lan's low-earth orbit, and they had repaired it and put it in good order.

Alan Baier has changed into the general uniform of the commander-in-chief, once a war lord, now a war general, and is asking his fallen people for their sins.

The gorgeous clothes made him uncomfortable, but he still used virtual images to show his youthful appearance.

"All members of the Imperial Guard's Pangia Sub-Star Theater, I am your War Lord, Imperial Guard Admiral, Commander-in-Chief, Alan Baier."

"Now, we are embarking on a vengeful expedition to reclaim the Maelstrom and Pangia sub-sectors and their fallen thousands of imperial worlds..."

At the moment, there is volatility in the Mandeville point.

"And I will lead the Pangia sub-sector, the Gondelwa sub-sector, the eastern part of the Gulf of Damocles, and the Partolian sub-sector, and take revenge on the greenskinned orcs, the alien blood axe, one-eyed, the maelstrom, the Red Pirate, the Blackheart King, and the traitor Huron!"

There are thousands of warship alliances in Mandeville Point, the Bay of Damocles and the Partoria Star Zone, and the power of tens of thousands of worlds gathered, this will be the largest expedition of the empire during this time, at least no one will break through for a hundred years...

(End of chapter)