There was something new and interesting going on in Pan Lan's starport, so much so that many Imperial merchants came and went away happily, and the essence of this matter was not too complicated, it was just that the Mechanical Governor had purchased scrap metal in order to reforge the world, to be precise, a large Void Ship.

The old rags can be exchanged for Imperial Throne Coins at half the purchase price with the generosity of the Foundry Governor, as well as the equivalent of jerky or starchy food, the large equipment of the Forge World, and even a small number of Imperial military-grade weapons and Sentinel Mechs.

And the tattered Pan Lan can come up with such a rich reward, so that the imperial merchants have to sigh at the depth of the foundation of the casting world, but this matter is not normal.

After all, this world is full of steel, there is no need to buy it, but everyone can take the money, don't worry too much, the more you know, the faster you die, and the rights of the Sun Lord (the commander of the Astral Army, ordered by the high leader, listen to the tune and do not listen to the announcement) can also help them destroy the registration order on the ship.

Since all interstellar spaceships are registered, they are required to be part of one or more star fleets.

After a ship is registered, it is considered to have its own identity, and the fleet management bureau has to record and manage the shipping of the registered ship in each star field.

Ships that are not in a field are not allowed to sail within that field unless they have a charter from the Fleet Administration.

This is purely a recognition measure, and any unidentified, unregistered ship will be considered an enemy and will be attacked and destroyed.

Normally, it can only be destroyed by returning to Mars or the Foundry World where she was born, but the empire is huge, and the ships destroyed in the Void are countless, and with the Sun Lord's words, there is no obstacle for the Mechanics to buy ships.

And a large number of commercial transport ships were moored on the starport, those things were tattered and rusty, it was hard to imagine that those things could operate normally in the void, and some of their machine souls were even settled by Pan Lan by humans for a long time.

They have a lot of experience and a long history, but it doesn't matter anymore, because they have a new mission, which is to inflict serious injuries on the enemies of the Empire, which is something they can't do with any amount of cargo they transport, so that the mechanical priests who know the inside of things praise those mechs from the bottom of their hearts, and soon they will accomplish truly great achievements.

However, considering that the mechanical spirits don't speak, Alan Baier could have sensed that the ancient ships must have cursed when the mechanical priests filled their ancient engine pistons with tons of explosives and excess fuel.

The mechanical engines that obscured the sky were abandoned by their loyal masters for hundreds of thousands of years for a few throne coins, and the crew members who lived on them were reluctantly driven into the new ships, and the generations that lived on them even once lived in the boiler room for the family name, and he lived in the engine area for honor, etc.

But they also understand that it is very rare for old ships to be replaced, not to mention that a star sector pays for them, and usually merchants would find it troublesome to deal with large ships, but now there are people to help them.

Countless old warships are stuffed with explosives, mechanical priests are constantly busy, and the answer to who this group of big treasures is ready for is actually ready to be found.

Sun Lord, Alan Bair took off his thick gold armor, this set of powerful armor of the Holy Relic level specially provided by the Ministry of Military Affairs is the treasure of the Sun Lord of the past, it can defend against most enemy attacks, but Alan Baier is not used to wearing it, and it is ugly.

But the armor that had been worn by someone as great as Makarius was still one of the rarest things he had ever touched, but the golden-colored gadgets really didn't fit Alan Bair's aesthetic, and he might not be able to shoot black guns later.

The black gun is the most important.

Thinking so, the Foundry Governor next to him said. "I didn't expect it to be the Sun Lord, the commander of the Astral Army..."

Alan Bair replied. "Don't mention that the name is unlucky."

That's right, the name of the Sun Lord is actually the Imperial Guard, no, the commander of the Astral Army, that is, the supreme commander of the Astral Army, and at the same time has the command of all mortals in the empire, but now the empire is under enemy everywhere, and the troops that can be gathered are only a thousand warships, and Alan Baier did this before he became the Sun Lord.

Although there will definitely be a warship back later, he will not need such a large force at that time, in other words, the Sun Lord represents breaking the shackles of the Astarte Holy Book of Kiliman on the Imperial forces, that is, the restriction that he can only operate the soldiers within his own sector.

If there is more than one alliance of Imperial forces in the sector, it represents a rebellion, so many times the Astral Army appears to be weak in the face of a huge heretical alien invasion.

There is no cooperation between the star sector and the star sector, but on the contrary, the Star Marine warband can, that is, before the special approval of the Sun Lord or the High Lord, the Imperial Guard cannot gather forces beyond one star sector, as long as the scale of the invasion reaches the boundary line of a star sector's defense, then the empire's star sector will be eaten and wiped out as if it was extinguished in an instant.

The Sun Lord represents the ability to command several sectors and is legitimate, and this is the only patch for the High Lords' Council to face the Blackheart King, even if most people think they are dull and stupid, but never forget.

They are the elite of the elites of the empire, 12 out of billions, the most selfish, the most ruthless, the most lawless.

They are not idiots, what does the empire need? Now that the sector has given them time and proven themselves, you know, Alan Bair has been here for two years, so that Terra can handle this matter as quickly as possible, and even if the subspace storm causes information chaos, the Ronin Trader still goes out.

In this aspect, the black-hearted king can't steal chickens and lose rice, otherwise the cohesion of the Imperial Guard will definitely not be as high as it is now.

And Alan Baier replied to the Governor. "I didn't expect those high lords to be so simple, and the power is also something that is difficult to hand over."

The Governor replied. "It's not a matter of strength, it's survival, the empire is like a living being, if he is terminally ill because of heresy and aliens, his immune cells will run like crazy, for better or worse."

Alan Baier nodded. "That's right, this huge force across three sectors now consumes enough supplies every day to drain a world, and even if the entire empire is transporting blood here, the opportunity we can wait for is still short."

The Doge wanted to say something, but before his grille could sound, the sound of crackling boots appeared, and then they turned their heads, and Keyface Kane, the hero of the Empire, was striding forward, his will was strong, his eyes glowing, like a statue.

But in his heart, he was thinking that he had come to test whether the battleship here could escape intact, but what was the situation here?

Kane was a little distraught, he just wanted to see dozens of Imperial assault ships with sub-light speeds, and make sure they were good enough that he could run fast enough if his ship was bombed by the Blackheart King.

"Fire Attack Ship?" The hero of the empire raised his head and said, smiling brightly, stroking the old ship and pronouncing the name of this tactic.

(A fire attack ship is an old ship loaded with a large amount of incendiary and explosives, often guided into the center of the enemy fleet and self-detonating.) The resulting explosion can wreak havoc on ships around it. ）

(The first use of fire attack ships in the Gothic Wars was during the Battle of Delos, when Commodore Kurtz used two fire attack ships to weaken the "Unforgiven", a terrible Chaos Destruction-class cruiser)

"That's right, it's her, Chief of Staff Kane." Alan Bair replied.

Kane just rubbed the tip of his nose. "I used to think I was a little proficient in tactics (escape), but the will of the Sun Lord made me not very clear."

But he was once again surprised by Alan Baier's youth, although he often showed different old qualities, it was still too outrageous to become a Sun Lord, and the last such a glorious man, Makarius has been recorded in history forever, after all, he has reclaimed tens of thousands of imperial worlds for the Empire.

Alan Bair said. "I got the information that the traitors are ambushing us in subspace."

"The tactics often used by the heretics, they will not open the Geller position, and, I heard that you have seen subspace with the naked eye?" Kane was-for-tat, but he did have some curiosity in this regard.

"Nonsense, what subspace!" Alan Bair retorted firmly, and Kane knew what subspace was, he had dealt with demons.

"Oh, by the way, who pilots this fire attack ship, the machine spirit will not hit the enemy." Kane saw that the situation was not good, so he could only divert the topic, he didn't want to talk about the power of the Supreme Heaven in such a place, at least the person here might be some apprentice inquisitor of the Inquisition or something.

"Titanium's worker bees, that kind of electronic soul can be artificially designed, we just need to wait, and the titanium side will provide the battleships here with a soul that looks at death as if it were home." Alan Bair replied.

"Bold ideas." Kane was a little frightened, at least he shouldn't have said it so openly.

"Don't be afraid, the Sun Lord's power is so great, not to mention that I was originally disobedient to the High Lords, it's not difficult for me to imagine what I will experience when I have no value." Alan Baier saw it clearly, but he didn't have anything that was given by the high lord, and he was barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes.

Kane was a little scared, he wasn't afraid that he would be drawn into revenge, but he was afraid that the empire would really do it, but he couldn't refute it either.

"I... I'm going to get some Tanner tea. He stumbled, and even instantly revealed his "true heart", but Alan Baier only nodded, and allowed the hero to cry like a child in a place where no one was.

When the clatter of boots left, the Governor of the Machine began to offer his final blessings to the fire-attacking ships, bathing in incense and singing the praises of the scriptures, and they marched forward like martyrs, even though they were old, but there was a fire (physical fire) in them.

And in order to ensure lethality, the interior of the fire attack ship is also additionally fed, nuclear bombs, hydrogen bombs, and even antimatter and that kind of subspace bomb paid from the Spirit Clan.

Inside the subspace, the subspace bomb is also effective, the bomb will become like a space traverse, tearing the battleship in half in an instant, like a knife cutting, especially the kind of bomb that can reach asteroid-scale destruction without activating the defensive shield when it is activated.

The only drawback is that there are too few of them, and they can only be carefully installed on the ships that are most vulnerable to the enemy.

At this moment, Alan Baier looked at the battleship in front of him again, yes, this is a trap, don't even think about it, but in many cases the trap can also become an opportunity, in the face of human subjective initiative, any conspiracy will seem vexatious.

He's dealt with a lot of bastards, and he's not going to change to this day, and now he has more power.

He picked up the noble hand-ground coffee, not expecting that there were still crops like cocoa beans in this era, although it was definitely different from the time of Terra, but its caffeine was still there.

Sugar, milk, carefully stirred, rich and addictive, just like the same taste as victory.

He was looking forward to the faces of the traitors when they saw this group of treasures, but unfortunately he couldn't enter the subspace or drive them, and the rest was unknown, but this destruction of Huron was bound to be the last chance.

He didn't think that the brainless merchant ronin would continue to be reused, rewards and punishments were clearly the secret of the Blackheart King, and where he was stronger than Abaddon, he was a genius in employing people, not a warrior.

Faced with this smart, cunning, and difficult opponent, sometimes he had to admit that the troubles of the orcs were more often due to their proximity to the Skadians, but the King of Blackhearts was more of that kingly, unattainable feeling.

But Alan Bair still has a hard time distinguishing between high and low among his enemies, and there are no easy ones to deal with, in this dark place full of ghosts, ghosts, snakes, and gods, whether it is a demon host like a beast, or a crazy greenskin, or a gene stealer who can parasitize the titanium race, they are all things that can wipe out several worlds.

Wrong... The Astral Army is also one of them, this universe is like this, there are no good people, no good things, only survival, killing, moisture.

At the end of the prayer, hundreds of old commercial ships take to the skies, the Titan installs the operation AI on them, the subspace engine starts, tearing apart the Mandeville point, and a certain Ronin Trader leaves Pan Lan overnight, ready to return to his master through the real subspace shortcut he and the King of Blackhearts have exchanged, because his mission is accomplished.

The Empire Guard, the Space Marines, the Traitors, the Blackhearts, and the Greenskins all stirred together, like a bitter cup of coffee in this dark galaxy to form a Gothic symphony, like caffeine.

Bitter, hopeless, uncomfortable, exciting, addictive and toxic at the same time.

Warhammer is like that, it's not healthy, it's not normal, it's not right, it's obsessive, it's the aggregate of all the worst qualities of man, and it makes every hint of goodness clear, milk is silky because of coffee, sugar is rich in taste because of bitterness.

The fire attack ship passed through the shield of subspace and the physical universe of reality, glowing with a purple blurred aura, war, war, to the enemies of the empire.

(End of chapter)