When Bordero emerged from the quagmire of war, the gloom that had plagued Carraza for thousands of years was swept away, and they were devastated, except that the good news could not reach the Loyalist Lord Magron, who was witnessing the light of the statue of the emperor in the central church of the main fortress, the devotional room, surrounded by four twisted monsters called the Whippers, who were prostrating themselves to the emperor with the same devotion as he was.

In the abrupt roar of cannonballs and the crackling of projectiles, the words of prayer gradually became clear.

"God-Emperor, since the mission that the Holy Lord commanded me, I have been diligent, pouring food in and out, the loyal are saved from starvation by your light, the betrayers are starved to death by your punishment, those cruelties and mercifuls are all available to you, you are the same in all ways, you will help when humanity, your children are afraid, and when heretics, your enemies, traitors are sadistic, you will punish."

"But stupid as I still don't understand, why those heretics like bloodthirsty sharks have come from the void smelling my blood about half a month after the Lord of Skadi left."

"Those who claim to be the punishment for my treachery, and they want to eat me alive." At the end of the words, the thunderous sound became heavier, and the cannons lifted the heavy armor of the fortress little by little in the void, whether it was a normal port or an underground black harbor, whether it was an elderly clerk who had just awakened to the arrival of the Lord of Skady and climbed to a high position, or the son of a nobleman who had reached such a position according to the age of his clan, they all huddled in the makeshift bomb shelter like bugs.

Only in the church is the chanting of the Lord of Magron. "My Lord, my Father, the one whom I have given my blood and bones, give me the courage to be a warrior and give me hope in the long soulless night of the void."

At the end of the words, a macro cannon fell to the ground, and countless men and women working in the industrial area inside the fortress were directly vaporized, the huge power made the cannonballs shatter, and the high temperature made the air explode, interlocking the complex equipment of the factory, as well as its flowing source force, setting off a mushroom cloud, and the heat wave spread to the lower city in the air circulation equipment, raising the temperature of the entire fortress by 3-4 degrees, mixed with the smell of scorched bones and proteins.

Anxiety grows, countless religious personnel, such as the most loyal priests or the civilians who spontaneously believe and help them, form groups to guide people into bomb shelters, distribute pitiful food or water, the Void galleon Karak fights alone, and the two Galactic-class battleships gnaw at its flanks like hyenas until the place is completely scorched.

This is the vengeance of the betrayer, vicious, vicious, and in the first place, for the slaughter, a high-speed armed transport ship of the Swift Knife class is clinging to the gravitational zone of the fortress and has maneuvered to avoid the rays of anti-orbital weapons or cannons, and instills its own weak firepower downwards.

This is a twisted tactic that relies on the speed of half the weight of the fast knife to evade the attack, while attacking the civilian areas of the fortress, avoiding the dense and extremely difficult to gnaw fortress equipment and defensive fire, a tactic born entirely to kill the civilian population, with large ships pinning down the main force, and quick knife-class armed ships slicing through their flesh and draining the blood bit by bit.

Tens of thousands of innocent people die with each shot, a tactic that the Imperial Navy disdains to use, but it is a good thing for lords to insult each other, and when your territory, the people, whether they are heartbroken with those lives or simply because of the lack of taxes, the destruction of ports, houses, factories can be avenged to a great extent.

But they can't completely destroy the defenses here, the landing is still out of reach, and the core of the war is more than the slaughter of the Karak galleon, the two galaxy-class battleships rely on their smaller bodies to surround their bodies, like two planets around the stars, and even look quite beautiful in the light of the cannonballs.

The members of the Karrak galleon were impatient, they had to defeat the enemy to secure the Void, or else the entire territory would be in jeopardy, and those worshippers or innocent heirs of the emperor who hid inside the bomb shelter would die, so the captain demanded that the flogger troops be fired.

The flames erupted in the transports, the fuel emitted a thin smoke indistinguishable from the scent of the church, the roaring whippers shook the intimidating chitin whips by inertia, the chants and icons in their minds overlapped with the church where the lord was located, as if they had heard the next conversation between Lord Margroon and the Emperor, a prayer to be precise.

As the vibrating piston engines and the vibrations and noises of the shelling overlapped with the complexities of the ground, Lord Margroon remained on his knees, letting the explosions convey the noise, but he reverently chanted. "God Emperor, your kindness is above." Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. "The loyalists are dying for great dreams, their sacrifices are the cornerstone, and now, my child wields the sword of warriors, slays heretics, and uses his slender soul to fight for the Empire."

"If you really hear my words, and your heart is moved with compassion, then let them succeed, and today I have given you so many rude requests, it is really helpless, if you really protect the children, but you are not satisfied with me, then take my life in the future..."

As the small array of contemplatives sent out a message that connected to the message interface of the Lashers to transmit pheromones with commands, the naked monsters had strange subjective hallucinations in their minds, and the radiant Lord of Humanity stepped out of the narrow transport ship that did not fit its size, and shouted in the voice of Lord Magron.

"Go, go! My children, when those heretics tilt their weapons, projectiles, and anger at us, they cease to be compatriots, no longer humans, no longer believers, tearing their skins and devouring their flesh, and the only command I give you is to slaughter, for me, for the slaughter of the Emperor! ”

The bright red cloak brushed the cheeks of each whipper, the sound of the bare soles of the feet stepping on the cold ground made people can't help but feel nervous, saliva and other bodily fluids dripping on the ground, inside the battleship, the soldiers who were ready to attack and those who floggers met each other, blood, projectiles, roars, flashing guns, cracked jumping shields, dead loyalists.

The things formed a chant, repeated on the heretical ship, and the captain of the galleon looked at the situation and spoke. "The battleship on the right has slowed down significantly, and it looks like it's working well, damn heretics!" He smiled, this was his happiest moment in this war so far, but the galaxy-class armed ship on the left suddenly attacked, and several black macro cannons smashed into the carbonized flanks of the galleon, and that smile was fleeting.

"The weapon system is malfunctioning, the enemy deliberately remains stagnant on the left to evade our weapon system, captain, we can only be beaten." An informant reported that the captain was looking at a hologram that simulated the situation of the void, and that the side of the galleon was completely bright red, showing a tired attitude.

The captain ordered. "Turn right at full speed, then turn left right away." The order was strange, but no one hesitated, after the rapid roar of the engines and the jetting of the wing engines, the huge sailing ship began to move its body, and at the same time endured the shelling of the two warships, the bow of the ship pulled an arc in the void, and the galaxy-class immediately followed, but even if its body was smaller and faster, the galleon had a smaller arc in comparison, so they flattened, but still could not angle the shelling angle, this ship was too agile.

However, this time it was caught off guard, the galleon's face was facing it, and when the enemy captain saw the galleon's sudden U-turn, slow down and aim at it, the battleship had already begun to accelerate as quickly as possible and was ready to leave the area.

The captain of the sailing ship shouted. "Full speed ahead!"

The roars and shouts of fanatical believers erupted from inside the ship, and it was difficult to describe whether there was much specific difference between the emperor's followers and the chaos gods' followers, but given that the chaos faith could really change a person's physical physiology, the emperor's followers were obviously more pure.

That purity didn't make their frenzy any lessen, though, and that emotion was stretched to its maximum and even a little twisted as the entire ship moved forward as fast as it could, and after a few minutes, two moving metal monsters touched.

The sound of sparks and metal cracking accompanied by the sound of sliced enemy ships and galleons that had lost 30 percent of their structure to the impact, this thing that had been fighting for years was now almost dead, and although its core engine was still vibrating and its soul was clear, it was only a matter of time before it lost the ability to move after losing a lot of structure.

Victory? It's hard to say it's a victory, neither of these two is a flagship, and now there are only dilapidated remains in the void, and there are still those who are not dead but will soon die, but the bombardment of the Swift Knife-class ships is still continuous, and many people don't even know why they are still holding on, just because of faith or those who have faith and are armed ask them to persevere.

Many people can't control their own destiny, in this dark universe, the forty-thousand-year-old of human civilization, weakness is the biggest mistake, they don't even know why they need to hide in this dark, damp and disgusting bomb shelter eating shriveled and tasteless rescue food, waiting for something, and they don't know how those beings called heretics suddenly attacked here.

Only Lord Margroon trembled and stood up from the blood-stained floor, the blood turning into a flower under the intricate black ground's invisible, and the middle piece of flesh and hardened skin from a freshly scarred wound became a stamen.

The kneeling positions of the floggers who followed him formed flower joints resembling the tree of life, and it was hard to imagine that this mortal had shed so much blood with his faith, and while it was impossible to recognize whether it was really effective, his perseverance and loyalty could not be argued.

Once again, the Emperor showed his power with sacrifice and death, but the price was too heavy for the lord, who had lost their Void defenses and were now left to survive on existing storage and hope that they would not know when.

The Swift Knife class gunships smashed shells on innocent people's houses, production factories, churches of prayer, or schools that taught people culture, all good things were destroyed with suffocating temperatures and sweltering heat, and the heat waves set off by shells again and again.

Margron took the handkerchief handed by the servant, wiped his forehead, and expertly disinfected it with alcohol, and soon his head would be flattened and deformed by years of masochism, but for them it was a kind of imperial approval.

They exchanged the cruel sacrifice of countless people who died in the silence of the void, were blown up, froze to death, and suffocated for time, about a month? Half a month? One week? Even for a few days, no one is clear.

A galleon, hundreds of thousands of people, entire cities, everything makes up the current situation, compared to a life that converts time into a few microseconds, and adding that time to Magron, it's not sure if they can wait for Bordero's return...

Compared to the attackers, this was just a vent of anger, just the anger and emotion of the young lord for his father to die in this land, in the cold void, and for the betrayer.

And the irony is that he didn't even know that his father didn't die at the hands of Magron, but because of the arrival of the War Lord of the Imperial Guard, the temporary rough star language was sent out just when Magron opened fire before the Imperial Guard appeared in front of everyone, plus the loss of subspace transmission, he only got betrayal, Magron, and the coordinates of this place.

Unlike Alan Bair's imagination that he was discovered, on the contrary, he hid it well, but the Purple Hand had already leaned his power behind this young man, and there was an external force in this universe, so he just declared an attack here, and three or four other lords' ships joined him, making his fleet even larger, and now it was only a prelude to revenge, and he was still waiting for the others to arrive, and finally invade the interior and take Margroon's head.

He now waits in the endless dark corners of the void, his flagship not a war machine, but a camel, a huge body that forms a strange shape of long cubes, a bare hangar, pistons, brass pipes, and a Ket-Ax-class transport, also known as the Whale-class transport, a ship of the Imperial Navy that specializes in transporting personnel and equipment from the battlefield.

This behemoth, retired from the Imperial Navy, was supposed to be abandoned from the place where she was produced, but many evil and ulterior transactions brought her to this bitter cold land.

Her role is similar to that of a Space Marine battle barge, but it does not have the firepower or ability to launch airborne pods.

Like other deployment or transport ships, the Ket-Ax class can carry more than one regiment of the Imperial Guard and all related military equipment.

In other words, the Avengers were ready to break into the fortress from the start...

(End of chapter)