The tail flames of the interceptors burned through the endless pitch-black void and turned into a faint light like stars, and those beautiful thirty Imperial fighters turned into flying V-shaped phalanxes like geese and returned, majestic, and their achievements could also achieve merit and honor for their warships here.

The warships were giving good tidings to each other, the respected captains, the de facto controllers of the great metal engines of the Imperial Navy, lying in their luxurious and enlarged rooms ordering cigars and red wine for the few soldiers who danced with bombs on the battlefield.

Then they enjoyed those things instead of them, and then repeated the great feat of destroying three warships in several hours in a complicated and cumbersome official document format and Gothic, and then emphasized and conveyed again, and finally went to the ships of each fleet, three would become five, and five would become ten, and when the imperial logistics or the imperial world listened to the war report, it would be a rare feat in the history of the human empire to destroy the enemy in one sortie, and then its original greatness and dedication became strange and insignificant.

Of course, good news is good news, at least the understanding of wartime commanders is not distorted, and when most people realize that small carrier aircraft are powerful for those heretics, the meaning of currying favor with the two Emperor-class battleships within the Imperial Navy is becoming clearer.

If these two great old mechs could dedicate their squadrons to the frigate escort or credit a little credit to some noble captain who was eager to be promoted, the deal would have been completed in thousands of throne coins, and then one percent of them would have gone to the pilots, so that 20 fighters have almost 110 pilots, plus crew logistics, one person can net the purchasing power of 100 credits issued by the standard Hive World Lord.

It's the equivalent of a glass of red wine for a nobleman in a standard nest world, or enough starch cubes for an average person to eat for a month, maybe a glo steak buffet, or a night of companionship for every beauty.

In this way, how generous it is, it can be said that the horse has enough food and grass, the owner puffs up his wallet, and thanks to the fact that most of the captains of the Emperor-class battleships are old captains who love soldiers like children, if they change those small ships and small ships, they can probably only have an extra piece of bland Panji bread or Carter rolls for dinner.

However, the soldiers did not have time to greet the generosity, and while several transactions were still underway, a different body from the transport plane used by ordinary soldiers, to be precise, it was even more incapable of carrying people, only a few seats, which at first glance were used by officers, and of course it was not as luxurious as the rooms used by the commanders of the Imperial Navy.

While soldiers could only use five square meters of private space per person, those high-ranking officers had enough space for 80 soldiers, lavish decorations, fluffy beds, and many other things that people imagined to be graceful and luxurious.

The transport, which is only better painted in comparison, uses a lot of red and white, a bit like the style of the Aten Warband, and has the emblem of the Destruction Eagle on it, in other words, the commander-in-chief, please.

The veteran captain saw the transport plane before he got off the plane, and it stopped here before them, he thought it was some big man coming, but the hangar?

He was puzzled, but soon, he was invited to the plane, the transport ship with a small capacity could not accommodate all the crew, only he and his partner enjoyed so much space, to be precise, he was not without a transport plane, but every time it was accompanied by the hard hardened fiber seat and the rich breath brought by the breath of many people, and the disgusting shaking sensation of inferior artificial gravity, to he described, people sat on it like cargo.

But this one was different, its gravity was strictly modulated, the cushions made of soft natural padding, and the noiseless air circulation system, so that a kind of uneasiness was gathered in his heart.

"Are we going to guillotine?" His words were mostly joking, because everyone knew that they were meritorious men, at least, they had only paralyzed a battleship half an hour earlier, and let the heretics leave in fear.

The gunner and observer didn't answer, just looked at the beautiful window of the transport, and from there, they saw more imperial creations on the gold-encrusted imperial creations, that is, those huge starships, and the pilots of those warplanes were very familiar with them, but they had never looked around them so slowly, and in their memories, those behemoths were just passed by them again and again, extremely fast.

And they remembered that the place that was remembered was more about the structure of their batteries, the location of the core area, and how to bomb them, and the more they fought with it, the more the pilots could understand how powerful, great, and grand one of the greatest void creations of mankind was.

They were obsessed with those things, the souls, the gold, and the experiences of the warships, the history, and the bits and pieces of their lives on them, and although they were not children of the void, they were no different from those who could not leave the universe, and at this point, their souls were as free as the countless battleships side by side, playing unbridled in the void.

Until the silence was interrupted by the exclamation of the gunner, he shouted. "The Bordero? That's the Bordero? I've seen that badge, the Skadian insignia, it's the commander-in-chief's flagship, my God, I've only caught a glimpse of her when I'm attacking, so beautiful moon-class, the Emperor's blessing. ”

His words were filled with excitement, because for most of the people in the Pangia Sector who were still alive today, especially the Astral Legion serving in the Empire, this behemoth spanned the entire quarter-of-the-limit star field, and at the same time brought despair that the Thunder Divine Force's assistance could no longer be saved.

At this point, Poldello was hope, victory, emperor, but as a soldier of the occupied area of Panguia, his travels had crossed this behemoth beautifully, and now, for the first time, he had seen her, although strictly for the second time, but it was still a shock to the spirit.

However, the veteran captain lost his composure at the moment, and he began to take out a razor and improvised cleaning tools from his personal belt, and then asked the artilleryman. "Chewing gum, is there still gum?"

The artillerymen took out a copy, and as a branch of the army that could be away for a long time, their personal supplies often had individual rations and makeshift cleaning equipment, although the quality was not good, but it was better than nothing, and under the combined effect of those messy simple blades or temporary foam and disposable towels, this sloppy veteran became a capable gentleman.

The others didn't do much niche, picking up their personal belongings and starting to clean up, but they took pity on the transporter's floor, covered in shaving foam and disposable towels that would dig deep into the crevices of the fur carpet, though the soldiers didn't have time to think too much about it.

The artilleryman said nervously. "Connected to ......"

Then for the first time, their old fritters trembled like chicks in a cage, and when they walked out of the interface, several legendary soldiers of the Empire called Katachan and two Astartes of the Destruction Eagle Warband took the brunt of the physical examination of them, followed by the search for weapons, reconnaissance, divination, and then through several security gates, and the body was cleaned by the strange sterilization cabinet.

Finally, a beautiful inquisitor looked at her suffocatingly cold gaze for a full three minutes, and then a half-minute with a stinking Leterin before they reached the end, an office to be exact, and when Master Chief Katachan led them open the door to that room, they had imagined it to be a larger dormitory than the location of any captain they had ever seen.

But the reality is a large table, several strategic maps spliced on it, a holographic projection device, a mess of pipes, and unpainted metal walls of the battleship, which makes people suspect that this is a tool room, and the only good ones are the seats, the large chairs that look quite comfortable, and the inconspicuous bedding on the wall, folded into squares, and the sheets laid out as flat as the ground on the bed made of iron shelves.

If it weren't for the young man sitting next to the well-known Sergeant Chief of the Destruction Eagle, the powerful psionic blade, and the Falcon, they probably wouldn't have guessed that this was the room or office of the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Sector.

Alan Bair looked at the strangers at the moment, and it was the first time he had invited people here, since he had sold the treasures in the mansion of the nobles who had defected to the Red Pirates, a traitor to the war, because he needed money, and had actually moved into a room, the painting had become more and more like a prison.

But he wasn't embarrassed, this was a battlefield, not a place to enjoy, he just opened the file by himself and chattered.

"Sergeant Frank, who served in the 36th Flying Squadron of Pangia of the Imperial Navy, served on the Emperor-class strategic ship during the invasion of the Red Pirates by the heresy of the Star Sector, and used excellent guerrilla warfare to strike enemy Void resource targets, and received the Crimson Badge as a meritorious achievement."

The veteran captain immediately stood up. "Yes, sir!"

Alan Baier nodded. "Crimson badges, generally speaking, are chased by the dead, your luck is good, but the interceptor is not suitable for Void target strikes, you are more about the starship containment, but the special period can also be understood, but let me ask more, is it true that you recorded the destruction of one of the enemy's main warships on the battlefield just now."

The veteran replied. "No, that's the joint credit of our squadron and the Star Eagle squadron!"

As soon as his words fell, the captain of the Star Eagle Squadron also arrived as scheduled, and happened to hear this conversation at the door, he looked about the same age as this veteran, and his expression froze slightly after hearing this, and then reported. "35 Flying Squadron, Star Eagle Squadron Arrived."

Alan Bair just looked at the Katachans, and the next second, the door was closed by them and the loyalists walked out, and then, the Destruction Eagle Master Commander waved his arm, and an indiscernible psionic position spread out from his position, covering the place.

Then, the whole space seemed to enter a vacuum, and no sound could be heard from the outside of the room, as if it had disappeared into thin air.

This is a small trick, and it is also an interesting challenge for the Master Chief of the Destroying Eagle, but he is already barely qualified as a think tank, but it is difficult to master psionic energy, he said with difficulty. "Three minutes."

Alan Baier spoke immediately. "The next thing needs to be kept highly secret, I give you a mission, this task can be communicated to each other within the squadron, but it must not be known to others, I need you to ensure that everyone who knows about this matter is like the emperor to promise that it will not be leaked in this life, until the empire allows this matter to appear in front of the public."

That kind of veteran said in unison. "I swear by my soul, my bones, my blood, the emperor will never pass it on."

Alan Baier nodded, then said. "We are under attack by heresy, and I thank you for not taking the initiative to destroy the enemy's reconnaissance unit with artillery, and the cheating frontal attack has made our already suspicion of the removal of Captain Bordero even worse."

"But your brilliant victory has overshadowed the cost and the results of the battle, and if it weren't for your destruction, the captains would have felt that we were fearing the enemy."

The veterans looked surprised, apparently realizing that Captain Bordero was not so simple.

At this moment, the Destroyer Eagle Sergeant Chief said softly. "A minute and ......a half to go," he sweated as he began to drip, but his tone remained spirited.

Alan Baier spoke immediately. "You guessed, it's not a disease, the old captain is cursed, the root of that curse is a alien weapon, a terrible weapon, and behind this matter is a decades-long conspiracy, too careful I don't want to reveal it, but I need you to know that this matter can't be spread, because something like a curse will greatly shake the hearts of the army."

After saying that, the veterans immediately put away their curious expressions, although they were minimal, but they also disappeared, and Alan Baier nodded and continued. "We predict that the enemy is carrying that thing through a alien warship, and it is inconvenient for the main forces to approach, and the main fear is that the enemy will target the important commander of the Empire, and curse again."

"But next is Armageddon, we have no choice, we will definitely not be able to solve such a huge void battle in a short time, and that evil alien device will definitely arrive, we need to destroy it, but the battleship is too big to pass through the enemy, and the boarding force is too slow to guarantee the chance of landing and ensure the control of the enemy ship in the follow-up security."

"So, I need you, bombing, strafing, power-off, whatever you want, find that alien device, and then, destroy it." His words fell, and at this moment, the spiritual energy of the Master Chief was also at its limit, it was not that he had no energy, but that he could not control those spiritual abilities in a subtle state, if he continued to use it, he would not be able to help tearing the hull of the ship, he immediately stopped, the film dispersed, and the noisy engine sound and the footsteps of soldiers patrolling appeared, as if returning to reality from a place that did not exist.

The veterans replied to Alan Bair. "Yes, sir, I'm glad I didn't disgrace my life!"

(End of chapter)