Few people can catch up with their father, and even fewer people can surpass him, and most people are doing their best to get their father's achievements and walk the path they once walked. -—— from Odysseus, the mouth of Athena.

Gods or emperors have taken the time to witness this chessboard, with two war behemoths standing in the void and the sound of engines one after another, such a spectacular appearance is not unique in the long history of the Empire, it is included in the vast green tide that once invaded the Empire, and several battle moons appeared at the same time, but for any mortal, even a Space Marine, such a war is a real legend.

The long history of the empire and the terrible technological discontinuity have led to many miracles of the Great Expedition becoming legends, two planetary engines, in today's devastated empire, maybe after this crazy war is over, the empire will collapse because of the countless wars at the end of this crazy forty thousand years, but for the countless people who still exist in this star sector, their empire will not disappear because of this invasion, but will be stronger.

Even if the body is destroyed and the soul is dissolved, those things will still exist, and the light of the Torch will still shine vividly in the world where humans were born, the Golden Throne above Terra, flashing among the stars, guiding the way and hope.

And under those guidance, the will of Alan Bair was the brightest of the countless stars, and in that noble will, the Imperial Navy gave up its honor, sacrificed, and retreated to the rear of the things they swore to defend to the death.

As a planetary fortress or deep space platform, the Engilli spaceport is not invincible, it is not militarized, and its firepower is slightly lower than that of a real Imperial planetary fortress, and neither the movement nor the planetary void shield can face countless enemies at will.

The Imperial Navy had given everything to ease those burdens, and now the time had come to repay the heroes, and after Alan Bair entered the new Governor's Mansion in the Middle Nest, the servants respectfully led the hero into the Governor's chamber, which was also the core area that controlled the port of Engilli.

Just like the construction of an Imperial warship, this behemoth is controlled by hundreds of institutions in its entirety, and its general control room is here, protected by countless pdf and private mercenaries, mansion-level positional void shields, and countless firepower, and even a few Riemanus that belong to the governor personally.

This powerful lord, a former warrior in the sumptuous governor's uniform, had been waiting in the general control room for a long time, he was once a proud imperial lieutenant general, and after the nobleman, he was also the legendary captain of the great Bordero.

This old man, who had devoted his life to adventure, now had a gray beard and hair, but his spirit was better, and the after-effects of his curse torture had made him like this, but the days of the past had made him infinitely useful, and if he only looked at his vitality, no one would have thought that this adult could not live to be five hundred years old.

He spoke. "I've been waiting for a long time, hard work, my friend, brother, and my master."

Alan Beyer retorted. "You and I are not a master-servant relationship." He looked at the dispatch room, with its abundance of holographic projections, and unpaved floors or walls, like a bunker on the battlefield, and at the same time, they were racing against time to move this place from the former palace of Bandertar.

And he looked at the intricate pipes on the ground and emphasized again. "You and I are by no means simply a matter of obedience and order, we are comrades-in-arms and brothers, and the trip in Poldero can be said to be the happiest year of my military career."

"From the feud with the orcs to the fact that subspace, or the great willpower of the emperor began to pay attention to our trip that belonged to us, to now, almost ten standard terra years?" He was a little unsure, he had been away from Earth for too long, and the sun and moon were different in each world.

Although the world of the nest capital is judged strictly according to the sun and moon of Terra, 24 hours, 365 days, these two numbers that are sparse and ordinary in Terra, but they represent one of the few connections between the entire human race.

It's very interesting, once Alan Baier didn't care about the concept of the sun and the moon at all, but it was the real starting point of human civilization, and the core of maintaining this huge star empire, but in this grotesque group of stars, it was extremely difficult to maintain this concept, and now, Alan Baier, the real "Terra", had forgotten those times, not to mention the captain.

The old fellow spoke. "Indeed, it has been so long, but this time is more valuable than my decades of service, the miracles of the emperor have been shown several times, the great successes have been repeated again and again, I have seen the unity of the empire, I have seen the miracles that humanity can set off, my brothers, friends, comrades-in-arms."

"Once again, with this fortress that my family has passed down from generation to generation, with the last honor of the Feng family, I want to prove that everything about us is far superior to that damn Ark of Evil Omen!" His language was fierce, and he fell on one knee, because of those who had taken everything from him, of the heretics, of the wrath of his blood, but also of his father, of his sister, of his relatives......

Those flesh and blood relatives urged him to complete those great deeds, wash away all the grievances of this ancient family that regarded honor as everything, and so far, the romantic, cynical, free-spirited, and aristocratic temperament of the imperial navy in this old man were all gone, and only a man was left who was tortured by the cruel world, but he was not bitter.

The false shell crumbled, and only this poor man remained, but he was not weak, not crazy, but on the contrary, he realized what he could pursue for the rest of his life, that is, to regain the honor of his kin.

Alan Bair gently lifted his body for his loyalty and piety, and in the faint sigh of the Lord of Skadi, he looked at the outermost holographic projection of what the damned heretical traitors were carrying.

The war began, and he spoke to the rest of the room. "Guys, can you shoot weapons?"

The officers and the commanding staff or the mechanical sages of the Empire spoke at the same time. "Ready."

"The Volcano Cannon is aimed at the enemy's core area, the structure of the Omen's Ark varies, but judging by the internal scan intelligence from the Merion that we defeated last time, the lower right of this behemoth should be the core area, and the Bird Chart has found a similar energy response."

Alan Bair said, but he didn't know if he could penetrate it, that kind of place usually had a void shield as a defense, and even if it broke through the planet-level heavy defense, the enemy's internal structure would be unbreakable.

However, compared to the first time they faced the behemoth of the Ark of Evil Omen, the Astral Army already had a lot of crucial information, such as their approximate firepower or core location.

The information that has been exchanged for countless sacrifices is not useless, they are no longer afraid of this enemy this time, and they do not need to escape, and the countless artillery fire of the Ngilli spaceport began to attack continuously, and countless light spears and macro cannons rose one after another, like a grand ballad, venting the anger of the empire.

The opposite ark continued to flash the light of the Void Shield, and at the same time, the countless cannon muzzles of the Ark of Evil Omen opened fire, and in the fierce shooting, the entire Celestial Domain became bright, and its intensity far exceeded that of the previous battleship shooting, as if two giants covering the sky and the sun were beating each other among the stars.

Their single punch is enough to destroy the warships that countless people have worked for all their lives to forge, those towering iron engines can be turned into scrap metal in an instant, and the heat they set off is enough to provide the warmth of a planet for days, and the aftermath can instantly turn millions of creatures into disordered biomass.

The group of warships that once represented the greatest will of the empire could only stare blankly at this war, which was too much beyond the ability of ordinary humans, and every flicker of the void shield and the light of each giant cannon were enough to take away the souls of mortals.

In the next few hours of mutual bombardment, the entire port of Njili fell into a long power outage, and all the energy was mobilized into the Void Shield and fire control equipment, which was a rare break for ordinary people, the factory was shut down, and work was suspended.

And for the outlaws, like the darkness of the long night and the chaos caused by this time, like sweet candy, even if most people understand that their fate is not in their own hands, but for those who have today and no tomorrow, snatching, killing, is their everything.

Murders are increasing rapidly, looting, robbery, the rich neighborhood flashes the light of guns one at a time, the bailiffs search everywhere in vehicles with bright giant lumen balls, while underground clinics are forced to stop due to lack of electricity, ongoing surgeries are stopped, and dying people are dying, because oxygen is not available, only the incubator with the baby in the corner sends out the last trace of human care for the offspring.

They protect their offspring with an almost indifferent maximization of profits, and in contrast to those who are sick, in extreme cases, babies are the source of future value, as has long been the case, and the Empire is not short-sighted, they are just accustomed to cruelty and despair.

Now for the Empire, it is just to shoot a gun, fire a spear of light, and resist the enemy's attack, for the civilians here, it is chaos, death, and pain, just like the dark spirit race squeezes the soul from the intelligent creatures of other races to maintain itself, why is the Human Empire now squeezing the flesh and blood of its own compatriots to maintain this shattered world?

It can be said that there is no clear difference between humans and aliens in this era, and in extreme cases, people are aliens, people are heretics, and people are monsters.

And after a rapid shell throwing gun shooting, the door lock of the black clinic was violently opened, because the medicine was extremely high priority among the resources lacking in the nest, even if the black doctor was attached to the complex forces of the nest, as long as he didn't kill the doctor, he could take other things casually.

At the same time, the baby's incubator is also a high-value product, its parts can produce a lot of things, when the butts of those thugs smashed on the heavy glass shell of the incubator, which has little value, a baby's cry and blood-stained fragments all over the ground, very vividly outline the suffering of the empire today.

After the death of his newborn life, his short life came to an end, which was a loss for the empire, but how could it not be lucky for this soul?

Now that every battle in the void represents the death of countless residents, Alan Baier stands at the heart of the general control room, completely ignoring those things, and the nominal masters of those poor people, the governor here, the captain of the ship, also faces the situation indifferently.

They don't have a choice, this universe will make people like this, under high pressure and limits again and again, just living makes people do their best, not to mention that the despair here is obviously caused by the evil of human beings themselves.

Alan Baier just looked at the enemy in the holographic projection, the shield of the Ark of Omen was crumbling, and so was the port of Enjili, the state of these two huge machine souls was difficult to separate, because they were too huge stars, and they were extremely deadly attacks for ordinary warships, and they couldn't even wipe through the thick layer of adamantite gold on their skins.

However, in the continuous attack, the melted place accumulates day by day, the planetary engine will also collapse, and at the same time the enemy is constantly approaching, Ngilli Harbor has no ability to pull away, it is not a battleship, it can only slowly move backwards, the enemy is ready to jump gang, and Alan Baier's judgment is no different, they need to win, and they need to complete the gang jump before the Void Shield collapses.

The huge ark has a much more powerful hull strength than Ngilli Harbor, they have no advantage in close combat, and they are disrupted by the jumping gang, as long as such a battle lasts for a few days, the empire will be defeated, and the battle of the planetary engine for months is actually commonplace, and the enemy has long been prepared for a long battle.

On the contrary, if Engili successfully launches the Volcano Cannon, a continuous shot that can melt the enemy's core area, then the victory will also be reversed, and in this fatal moment, the Void Shields of both behemoths are crumbling.

"The energy is insufficient, and the strength of the Void Shield has dropped by 20 ......," the mechanical sage reported without emotion.

"How's the enemy doing?" Alan Baier asked.

The captain replied. "10 percent, the engine of the Ark of Evil Omen has subspace magic and protection, it is a kind of command that is completely controlled by a powerful rune blacksmith, and the enemy is as natural as an arm to operate the battleship, we can't compare!"

Alan Baier suddenly shouted. "Reduce the Void Shield energy input, turn to the weapon system, and shoot with all your might!"

In an instant, the entire fire control system continued to roar, roaring and shooting out countless flashes of heat, most of the enemy's energy was on the engine, and this situation was completely unexpected, the entire shield system completely collapsed, but it was not serious, the best thing about the Void Shield was that it could be restarted in a short time.

And the time for the Empire to shoot the Evil Omen Ark itself was actually only a sad moment of half an hour, and for such a huge fortress, the wounds during this time were worthless.

But Alan Bair had absolutely, a killer feature, and he watched the enemy's shield crumble and immediately spoke. "The volcano cannon shoots with all its might, dispatches all the energy on it, and tears those traitors apart! For the Empire! ”

(End of chapter)