Light, violent, dazzling, like the emperor's kindness, cold, terrifying, makes people tremble, and heat is this thing, out of that Prometheus stealing thunder between mortals to the first nuclear fusion to change as a weapon, the flame exerts among people, during which it has experienced Greek fire, experienced flamethrowers, and many other variants.

Even in this 4,000-year-old darkness, the cathartic roar of temperature as a being capable of destroying thousands of substances in this world is magical, the most essential magic of this world, that is, melting.

Two white rays of light materialized, or resembled the oak that killed a vampire, and were smashed into it by a hammer and embedded in the heart of the behemoth, causing a silent and long roar in the void, the star of destruction, dead by the great power of the Empire, its light dissipating, its soul crumbling, its points of light scattered around its massive body.

In just half an hour, the behemoth had become dead, the Force that had once filled its body had collapsed, and the traitors who drove it would become part of death in a very short time, but there was a difference in the extreme.

Although mortals are stupid and their lives are fragile, the space marines in them are a real threat, the gods favor them, and they cannot take them away for a hundred years, and the magic that the emperor and his brother have bestowed upon them are now used against their fellow citizens, disgusting and disgusting.

Fragments and corpses floated in the void, the behemoth's heart collapsed, and the deaths turned into a long, horrific hole that was kilometers long, representing the complete victory of the Empire.

Alan Bair's arms trembled faintly with excitement, and they cheered around him like waves, and those loyal elites of the empire vented all their dissatisfaction and efforts during this time at this command point.

They are like Prometheus, who stole fire, who taught mortals how to use powerful energy before Zeus discovered it, just like the first mortal pilot who dropped an atomic bomb, and made a name for himself with the murder of tens of thousands of people over millions of others.

What a powerful force this is, now it has what a powerful target to match, those burning traces, even if it is tens of thousands of kilometers away, can be clearly seen, as if the emperor took down the flames of the sun, more exaggerated than the so-called general cannon, light spear, all the space-based weapons that the empire knows, and this ability is in the hands of a race that has not yet matured for 40,000 years.

Humanity has been mastering terrifying powers that are even more powerful than this time since the beginning of the Age of Dark Technology, and the Spirit Race fearfully calls them Mengqi, that is, barbarians with terrifying strength, this sentence is not groundless, and even to a certain extent, what is said is true.

It's just that the Elves regard themselves as mentors will only exacerbate the conflict between humanity and them, but when they see the power of the volcano, they may have to recite ridiculous prophecies about the future of the universe.

But now, humanity has once again proved that its fate can only be determined by its own true force and killing, and when an invincible planetary engine collapses, all the gloom will crumble, and the enemy warships will scatter in all directions, and this massive corpse is slowly moving outward with the massive gravitational pull outside.

They can follow those movements to find the enemy, but the interior of N'd'Gili is already in disarray, and after the former Captain Bordero, now the Governor of N'djili, quickly changed his attitude, he went from a fanaticism and joy of victory to an iron-faced and selfless planetary governor.

"Send all the servo skulls and ask to monitor the situation of the entire nest capital, and all the members of the legal department will be dispatched, and after the circuit is restored, where there is light, any violators will be dealt with according to the betrayal of the empire, and they will be sent to the punishment camp!" His language was harsh, and he had obviously endured it for a long time, and as the governor of the nest, he had his hands and eyes to the sky, but he could not stop the emotions of malicious hearts from taking root in the dark and obscure places.

Now he can only use harsher sentences and harsher methods to deal with those outlaws, but fortunately, during the power outage, the local pdf is still strictly guarding the edge of the lower nest, and everyone who enters the middle nest needs to read the emperor's scriptures, and then observe whether their bones have mutations through the perspective equipment arranged by the mechanical sage before entering.

Therefore, in this most chaotic time, those Jean Dan were very honest, in order not to let his existence be discovered, after all, no matter how powerful the psionic mimicry was, it was difficult to hide all the eyes in the fortress where hundreds of people were stationed, and at the same time, more than one security check also increased the risk drastically.

It was clear to Dan that instead of confusing the civilians and showing his presence, it would be better to use more covert means to approach the upper echelons of the empire and unknowingly disintegrate the region.

At the same time, in the face of the situation in the void, the Imperial Navy began to return to the port one after another to maintain and replenish, because the existence of N'djili Port itself was what the Red Pirates wanted, so the Imperial high-ranking people agreed that they would get a short break next.

Just because there are huge wrecks outside the port of Enjili now, it is impossible for the enemy to bring a second ark that is deadly to them at this time in any case, because the strong gravitational pull will make them uncontrollable, and it will make it possible for two nightmarish behemoths to collide with each other.

And only Alan Baier asked urgently. "How's the Skadi 4th Regiment doing? How long will it take?"

The correspondent replied. "Because of the chaos in the nest capital, there are about four hours to go before we can return to the upper nest."

That's not much, but on the battlefield of the fierce and resolute, four hours is enough to do a lot, and although there is no definite evidence, Alan Baier's sensitive sixth sense has been telling him that this matter is far from over.

He was a little distracted, but when the cafeteria brought his four Gromon Bacon sticks and two fried artificial eggs with a cup of high-strength Reka coffee without milk or sugar, he realized that another day had passed.

When the mortal man clearly felt that the sign of time disappeared because of the war, and only looked at the battle situation, in this place where there were no stars, Alan Baier forgot that he still needed to eat, but he did not feel weak, but it took less than eight minutes to solve this meaningless breakfast.

And many of the great men in the history of mankind have had such a time, not because the food was not delicious, but because compared to the huge achievements they have made today, those physical senses can be left behind without hesitation.

But when his stomach was filled, the lord felt the heart bone return, and when the heat filled his body, his fragile body could hold on to this miserable void for a while longer, and Alan Baier put away the messy cutlery, and let the mechanical sage who came in a hurry spread out a physical drawing of vellum with his noble hand for the first time.

First, as an Imperial Guard officer, he was most accustomed to seeing such a picture, and second, this seemingly simple picture was a picture he ordered hundreds of thousands of servants and hundreds of mechanical priests to follow thousands of Ministry of Internal Affairs officials up and down on the outer platform of the observable void, focusing with the naked eye, and sketching the whole picture of the current Ngilli Harbor.

Painted in the middle of his breakfast hour, he had never believed in holographic projections, and the stars that had been painted with the naked eye, now reflected by the light of Engilli, were also included in them.

The focus of tens of thousands of eyes, overlapping and piling up in them, although it is not as good as the calculation of tens of millions of times a second in the Ponderor Array, but he has inexplicable trust in such stupid things, probably because the thing that drew this picture has a brain similar to his.

And on the terrifying star map about 10 meters long in this chapter, the first thing to bear the brunt of is the huge Ark of Evil Omen, even if it is the largest deep space equipment in the empire, Enjili Harbor is only the size of Enjili Harbor in front of it facing ordinary warships, and now this behemoth is parked here, and there is no news, which makes people both relieved and frightened.

And with the exception of Harbor Engilli and the Ark of Omen, the Void is densely packed with the remains of countless warships caused by this war, covering a corner of this universe like stars.

At the same time, the Ark of Evil Omen was like a star, the constantly burning internal structure glowed, illuminating the area, and the heat reflected by the outer layer of the pure gold of those battleships made it like stars, in this dark corner of the universe, forming countless rays of light, starry, and in its concretization, it was all suffering and death, just like the real universe.

Those "stars" are now divided into battleships, cruisers, destroyers, frigates, and transport ships according to their size, although there are detailed mistakes, but the gap is not large, after all, most ships can only serve as a negligible cover in the void battle.

A large number of ships of weapons are far beyond people's imagination of penetration, in the case of the same weapons and equipment, the decision to fight is probably the quality of the Void Shield and the ability of the jumping troops, it can even be said that in today's universe, countless races have chosen the most primitive fight, that is, melee slaughter of the enemy, and heavy shields such as the Void Shield have indelible contributions.

Therefore, most people couldn't see why Alan Baier cared about things that were barely used as cover, until he looked at it for a full eight minutes or so, and suddenly looked up and looked at the universe approved by the divination instruments on the normal holographic star map.

The human eye is different from an instrument, most of the time, the instrument is more accurate, but the human eye is not useless, because there is a possibility that the instrument will be interfered with, and if the enemy is equipped with anti-detection equipment, then they can achieve the effect of disappearing from the radar to a certain extent.

Even the near-death act of shutting down the engine can greatly reduce the accuracy of the divination instrument, because its essence is to detect energy sources and objects suspected of being enemies, and then rely on the vast database of contemplative arrays to match, and a certain amount of manual replacement and confirmation to form the Empire's trusted eyes.

But Alan Bair saw a "star" approaching at this moment, which was not normal, because the dead battleship was shown to be something that did not exist in the bird divination instrument.

In other words, it's the reflection of the burning glow of the Ark of Omen and the light source of the Engilli spaceport that makes it possible to be observed, and this damn thing, if nothing else, should be what Alan Bair had predicted, the Gang Jumper.

It turns out that in this cold universe, no matter how much you predict the enemy's greatest malice and madness, it is not enough to fully grasp them, and those things will not only surprise them in order to survive, but will also act out of your understanding of the current situation again and again.

If Alan Bair hadn't subconsciously sensed the necessity of the human being itself and this war, then, in the face of the sudden gang jumping, the Imperial Guard would have fallen into great chaos, and at the same time, the enemy would have ventured into the Ark of Evil Omen, providing more power for the troops to jump in.

What gravity, what loses, what death, those heretics don't care from the bottom of their hearts, because taking Enjili, and this star sector, is the embodiment of all their purposes.

Alan Baier spoke immediately. "There are enemies in this area, abandon the divination instrument and tell the gunner to aim with the naked eye, it may be a battleship full of Space Marines, and the enemy is going to fight in a gang!"

Someone else's scrambled reply. "How is that possible? Are they going to carry out senseless attacks? Our defenses are so strong?"

And the former Captain Bordello immediately spoke. "Firepower, it doesn't matter, even if it's fake, we can't miss the opportunity, just a few hundred shells are nothing!"

The next second the port of Enjili began to vent its fire meaninglessly, but after hitting something, it set off a wave instead of an explosion, so that everyone had to be surprised by the Skadi Lord again, when everyone ignored the existence of humanity because of the lack of light here, and trusted the so-called contemplative array and diviner, they almost failed.

It's just that the shield thickness of the Space Marine ships is far greater than that of the Imperial warships, and those Space Marines are the elite of the elite, and the jet-black ships are relics from the era of the Great Expedition to the present, and now they are at ease in the face of shooting without the guidance of the birds.

The mechanical sage immediately began to report. "It is expected that the enemy will ram the interior after 20 minutes, and the violent force may cause the collapse of the upper nest."

His language was emotionless, but the constant ticking of the lights betrayed his uneasiness, and everyone felt that they had made a serious mistake in their protection, and that they had mistaken the emperor's trust in them.

However, Alan Baier only asked the communication soldiers to do a good job of guarding the Imperial Guard battle group on the upper level of the nest capital, a powerful battle line composed of several old regiments and the Destruction Eagle, and must not let the industrial-grade elevators that move the upper and lower floors be lost, nor can the heretics disrupt any war plans.

At the same time, this represents the beginning of a bloody ground grinder, another battle between the Red Pirates and the Skadians, only this time it is not the Skadians alone, but the wrath of the entire star!

(End of chapter)