A bright red battleship was landing, its speed was extremely fast, and it was met with countless artillery fire, this ancient battleship, once the battle barge of the Holy Blood Angels, was now charging at the Empire's compatriots.

Its bright red coating is no longer the glory of the heirs of St. Giles, but the suffering and death of countless people of the Empire, and it is full of insatiable evil beings, depraved people with teeth and claws.

However, the behemoth was exhausted in the endless void, its Void Shield overloaded by countless cannon fire, and the heavy layer of pure gold of the ship was scratched by the heat one after another.

An accurate shot hit the main plasma engine, and a large amount of oxygen was fed in order to completely burn the engine, emitting an amazing amount of smoke, while the gravity of the universe stopped the smoke in place, while the battleship still moved forward.

The ancient ship looked like it was roaring, crying, and smoking, and the black stuff streaked a long trail behind it until it approached the upper deck of the N'Angeli spaceport.

It didn't deviate too much, and even though the Astral Army attacked with all its might, it still concealed its existence for hours, leaving its trajectory unchanged, leaving the ancient engine of war now a bullet embedded in the massive Ngilli spaceport.

The huge six-kilometer-long ship cast in pure gold unfurled its decelerations, and the antithrusters hummed and roared, stopping at the last moment to almost crash into the battleship in Njili Harbor.

At this moment, the huge hot melt angle protruding in front of the ship emitted energy, dazzling light flickered, and then a large amount of heat dissolved the thick upper layer of Njili Harbor, revealing the appearance of the upper nest in it, and countless air turned outward with the melted place.

Dozens of metal capsules were then shot out of the barrel of the behemoth, touching the hot melt incision that had not yet cooled, and then a lilac demonic gel substance swelled under the heat and filled the area where it was leaking.

Hundreds of porcupine-class heavy transports followed suit, and the gel absorbed the stuff like water, allowing the transports to pass through without hindrance, and about sixty thousand mortal traitors entered the interior of Engilli, relying on the gel, and began to build a special structure at the invasion site.

The transporter stopped next to the swollen gel, and the mortal traitor in the robe poked out and sliced a section from it with various tools, such as a sapper shovel or a long knife, and soon, the substance almost filled the transport, and the gel was so soft that even a mortal could easily knead it, and it didn't look worth mentioning.

But when they landed, they showed their speciality, because all they had to do was sprinkle a blood-like liquid on them, and it turned into a gold-like crimson metal.

When those things touched the ground, and then those traitorous humans in robes smeared the evil mixture liquid, and began to grow wildly as a foundation, it swallowed the material of the ground, and then replaced it with itself, causing it to derive hundreds of meters underground, so that at the same time, the base would not collapse even in the face of countless heavy artillery bombardments.

All the mortal servants had to do was to lay out the ground with simple equipment, and the surplus was recast into walls, fortresses, and so on.

In less than two hours, the specially constructed soldiers had built a war camp large enough to hold tens of thousands of people in the empty upper nest clearing, more rudimentary than a real war fortress, but long and thick enough to defend them against all kinds of attacks.

They even had time to make the Cheon and Bunker, after all, they had limited time until those things were completely solidified, and by the time the fortress was finished, it was already the size of a football field in length, width and height, including command posts, barracks, high walls, and even drainage canals, and a large number of machine guns and anti-vehicle erections were covered by that strange kind of gote gold.

And the father of this strange substance is falling, it is a batch of terrible hell claw-type airdrop bins, this ancient vehicle that originated in the era of the Great Expedition is not much different from the current airdrop pod in appearance, except that those dark red things fall to the ground, and their bottom is different from their descendants.

Those heavy drop bays stretched out their mechanical feet like spiders, stuck dead on the soft upper nest soil, if it was an ordinary drop bay, it would probably be easy to tilt at the moment, but the hellclaws were no problem, and after landing, several tarantula turrets were deployed on the side to cover the guests they carried.

The drop bay fell near the camp like meteorites, and giants in bright red armor walked out of it in groups of three or four, with intricate runes and skull decorations, as well as the red palms clenched on their power armor badges, telling their identities, and making the entire maelstrom area tremble Red pirates, renegades.

However, after a special transport bin fell, the mortals of this area, demigods, noble, lowly, powerful, weak, all fell to one knee with their heads bowed, and the drop pod fell straight into the center of the camp, falling on the bright red metal, and the six powerhouses of the Hellclaw grabbed the dead ground and embedded in the metal.

Its interior opened, and after the operation of countless circuits and the roar of metal engines, a tall man in apothecary's armor stepped out of here.

The medicine bag behind him was inlaid with countless terrifying chainsaws, disc saws, and drilling machines, and he looked like a ghost from hell, with chilling burn marks on his cheeks that covered most of the right side of his face, so that his lips festered, revealing his white gums, as if he were smiling.

He smelled the air, and his powerful brain analyzed the level of technology here, how the food of the people was, and how many vehicles the enemy had, and at the same time he held his palm, the armor retracted extremely quickly, and then a thin, long, deadly needle poked out of his backpack, and he grabbed the thing and stuck it around his neck.

He was bruised and let out a frightening sigh, like a beast and a madman, after all, he died when he was hit in the cheek by his own countrymen during the Badab War, and now he is an undead who lives on drugs to take revenge on this rotten empire......

And he, the embodiment of Huron, and Armenus. A colleague of Valtex, he suppressed the irreversible deterioration mutation on the Red Pirate gene seed, also alleviated the madness of his friend Valtex, and was also responsible for helping the Blackheart King Huron directly prolong his life, so that he would not forget his hatred in the pain of endless instrument torture.

He is Huron, he is the Red Pirate, it is not an exaggeration to say that, of course, he is not much stronger than Valtex, too important, but the Red Pirate needs him to maintain, it can be said that this existence is more related to the base of the Red Pirate than the dimensional blacksmith, so he has not fought with Alan Bair for a long time.

But this time, he was ordered to control the entire Ark of Evil Omen, but the ending was much worse than he expected, he failed the king, and secondly, Valtex is the only living friend in this life, and now his soul has returned to the highest heavens, but he is also ready to realize that he wants to make meritorious contributions and avenge his friends.

His goal is to dominate the upper nest and paralyze the area of control, so he can do whatever he can, and he opens his mouth to the Red Pirate Champion who is kneeling next to him.

"Alright, drop the armor array, our goal is to lay down this area in a short time, and get the soldiers equipped with my acid launcher and venom bombs, and next, we need to slaughter." His voice was hoarse, painful and distorted, after the Red Pirate Champion nodded tremblingly.

Countless heavy Hellclaws were smashed down in succession, all of which were terrifying engines of war, from the Rambo Marauder to the heavy Predator Tank, with twin laser cannons that were not only a threat to vehicles, but also extremely deadly to soldiers.

And the most terrifying thing is not the Marauder or modified Predator as one knows it, but an even older giant, the Scimitar Super Heavy Tank Destroyer, also known as the Mammoth, which was used by the Space Marine Legion during the Great Expedition and the Horus Rebellion.

The Machete uses a powerful weapon that combines the technologies of the Brutal Blade Super Heavy Tank and the Shadow Sword Super Heavy Tank. The Scimittar's twin Volcano Cannon is one of the most powerful vehicle-mounted anti-tank weapons in the Imperial Armory, and its use is limited to the Space Marine Legion due to the huge amount of resources involved in building one. However, even among the Space Marine Legions, the Scimitar is a very rare type of war machine, with most legions having only a few of them, and they are used against the enemy's biggest war machine.

This is because the scimitar was already used by various Star Marine legions long before the outbreak of the Horus Rebellion. As such, her prey at the time was not the enemy Titans that were widely targeted during the later rebellions.

As the Great Expedition continued to expand, the Expeditionary Fleet encountered a staggering number of enemies, some of which were indeed very large, but all of them were eventually burned to ashes by the Scimitar Volcano, and she was one of the few vehicles equipped with such a terrifying weapon as the Volcano.

She's almost a land titan, with her side-mounted quadruple laser cannon and vehicle-mounted twin volcano cannons, her massive 12-meter body, and terrifying endurance with a reactor power supply system, making her one of the most feared land vehicles in the history of Space Marine.

The pitch-black behemoth is now crawling on the ground, along with 60 Space Marine vehicles of various colors, a large number of working cultists, and a grenade of deadly potions.

This evil war machine is roaring and advancing, and their master, Gared, is ready to make the Imperial Guard pay, while also waiting for the great Huron to come here in person, and he walks into his command room and speaks calmly and coldly.

"Mortal auxiliary forces rely on highly mobile Chimera armored vehicles and heavy trucks to invade while covering and attracting firepower, unleashing a U-shaped auxiliary attack to destroy Imperial Guard positions with poisonous mist and corrosive acid rain mortars, while fellow Red Pirates rely on scimitar super-heavy tanks to break through the core area."

"Our goal is to take full control of the nest, then attack the enemy's control center and completely paralyze this fortress, and then this place is ours."

This apothecary has huge ambitions, he wants to take the place of the apostate Vyngar chosen by Huron and become an evil dark lord, of course, he has no interest in standing on his own, because his combat power is not strong, even if he uses stimulants and poisons to gain a foothold in this dark universe, it will be difficult to resist the attacks of other renegade space marines.

He longed for war, and at the same time was absolutely loyal to Huron, because he needed the right to fund his research and not waste his time on martial arts and combat, but the thought of this suddenly pierced his heart.

He wasn't without feelings, and if Vingar and his buddy Valtex were still around, he should provide genetic seed harvesting and healing in the rear of Vengar, while helping him gain an advantage on the front with poison.

His friend can transform the Machete Tank into a war nightmare that can spill his own poison, and thanks to Valtex's brilliant genius, he trusts his friend to turn this ancient engine of war into the most vicious toy in the universe.

Thinking of this, he took out the stimulant in his backpack and plunged it into his heart, barely able to stand on his feet in the midst of the violent gasping and the blurring of the strategic map in front of him.

The Red Pirates are like this, they all have diseases, some because of the Empire's relentless attacks on traitors, and more because of their internal fate in the face of endless temptations in subspace, Valtex's emotional instability, Vingar has a serious blood thirst, and Huron's body is almost half a machine, and he.

His body was on the verge of collapse, and unless the gods were willing to merciful him to become a demon prince, or if he cloned himself, the pain that had been planted by his own people would not be dissipated, in other words, unless he was reborn as a new man, and those things would follow him for the rest of his life, until his long life dissipated.

He trembled and leaned against the wall, and the others looked at him timidly, they didn't have the courage to touch the powerful apothecary, nor did they have the courage to help the adult, but, unexpectedly, a young space soldier suddenly helped the adult and spoke.

"I appreciate your strategy, my lord, but I have to say that the mortal forces will be blown to the ground, and I think that this battle should allow them to fight in a more valuable way." His words were arrogant and his tone was amusement, and the pharmacist couldn't help but ask.

"Who are you?"

The young man spoke. "Oneeus. Oneius Prayd is a former non-commissioned officer of the Red Scorpion Warband, and will later become a Dark War Lord. ”

(End of chapter)