Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 130 The Ominous Ark
If fate really has gravity, then the manifestation of this gravity in the Warhammer world is probably the subspace itself, the tide of the subspace, the storm, etc., which bring together countless people who have nothing to do with each other, but its goal is only Tragedy and death.

Whether it is the pain of the Chaos traitor itself or the wailing of the Imperial loyalists, it is a terrible blush to the Warp, which never finds fault and never hesitates.

Orcs, Astartes, human souls twisted and gathered into crystals, greedily swallowed by the gods in the chaos, but humans have emperors, orcs believe in hair, subspace can only plunder their feelings, but those fallen traitors It really completely disappeared into the endless void and turned into the nourishment of the gods.

But for Vengar, for a man as capable as the Blackheart King, they saw their brother's death only because they were weak, and the gods have an innate compassion for mortals who have not given themselves to them.

This is why Huron can seem to plunder countless benefits from the highest sky time and time again without being affected, but such days are probably over.

When the boundless tide of the warp led them here, this place where they failed, when they confronted the only group of Skadi again, failure might be inevitable.

Vengar's heart climbed into a haze. For the demigods, failure was like a repeat of yesterday. How could they challenge their limits time and time again.

"Orc? Why an orc?!"

He couldn't understand why those aliens were dressed up as imperial warships, and he didn't know what evil agreement the empire and aliens had reached. The blood spilled by the battle brothers on the orc battleships was of no avail. Those things were numerous and warlike.

Their weapons, equipment, and planning rules have not been adjusted. Countless battle brothers were destroyed in just a few hours of gang-jumping battles. Vingar watched the punctuation marks on the command room gradually go out, and his thick arms unconsciously clenched their fists. And the veins burst out.

"Can that thing be activated?" he asked, and the mortal servant answered. "Master Dimensional Blacksmith said that her machine soul is still restless, we need to wait."

"Wait?!" Gritting his teeth, Vengar gritted his teeth, the anger and agitation revived in his heart, and he seemed to be back to the impulsive commander two years ago.

"Wait..." He calmed down again, because people will inevitably grow up, he becomes precise and terrifying, and will give his enemy a fatal blow until the opponent dies, for which he can even bury himself in the magma and crawl.

"Turn around the formation, retreat, protect the rear, pay attention to the enemy's detection, and don't let our treasure be discovered. Before that thing can be activated, our troops must persevere."

The wind in the void has reversed. Of course, there is no so-called gas flow here, but there is always a wind direction in war. When those prairie fires and death fall to one side, the boundless pain and struggle torture all living beings here. It would blow out, suffocating and crazy stuff.

At the moment when the warships of traitors and heretics retreated, the wrath of the imperial guards came quietly, light spears, cannons, those deadly things tore through the void shield, and attacked the damn metal and warship bodies that were distorted by warp corruption and mutation.

The heat turned the fine gold into magma and threw it off the warship moving at sub-light speed. Those things were quickly cooled by the zero-degree vacuum, and then hit the imperial warship chasing the enemy behind, and hit the green-skinned warship...

Fire, keep firing, those deadly things are like raindrops sprinkled on the metal surface of the battleship, in this universe at the end of the No. 40th millennium, human beings are still fighting each other, the wreckage of fellow citizens, just because of faith, survival, etc. The original thing has remained unchanged since people learned to polish the first rock.

"God Emperor!" Marcato looked at the star map that was gradually brightening. The Emperor blesses them. Their strategic area is getting bigger and bigger, and the shooting of the Mechanicus is getting more accurate. When those damned heretics are still roaring, they survived Yes, although it is unimaginable, but those green skins have a lot of credit.

The plan to kill the donkey is put on hold for a while, and those damn aliens are really useful. "Get ready for the second round of bombardment, we move forward, oppressing the survival line of the enemy heretics, the greenskins outflank the rear, their garbage is still full of fuel, I didn't expect, god emperor, I need to fight for the empire with those things war."

"Adjutant, you said what ecstasy soup the lieutenant colonel gave them, I can understand the mechanics, but the orcs..."

The adjutant looked at the endless void outside the command point, only the flames and the light of explosions. Here, where the stars are dim, what else can produce miracles. He thought for a long time before answering.

"Probably the Emperor's blessing..."

At this moment, the communicator sounded, and it was the voice of the captain of the Bordello. "Lieutenant General, the Bordello is here to escort, the battle is going well, the Emperor blesses you."

"Major General, long time no see." Marcato replied.

"Of course, you gave me to that kid, and my partner, she Bordeaux." He complained, but the captain didn't hesitate or dissatisfaction, he knew very well that his life was worth it.

Marcato replied. "How, do you think it's unfair?"

said the captain. "I think Ni is unfair to the navy of other warships."

"At this point, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't see many miracles."

Marcato muttered softly. "It is I who should thank you..."

Then he turned on the communicator and changed it to the general channel. "Everyone in the western theater listens to the order!"

At this moment, the war is intensifying. The ground meat before was just an appetizer. Now is the moment of life and death. General Marcato, with the majesty of the emperor, ordered the fate of the empire to those loyal navy. When those compatriots become traitors So far, they are no longer human beings, and he also made up his mind to shout.

"The emperor is above, we seized the victory, it is unbelievable, our strength is inferior, and the supplies are not complete, but the Mechanics and the mysterious imperial warships work together with us, this is a miracle of the emperor."

"Now, we still need to do one more thing, to finish the tail of this work, to dry up the excrement pulled by the heretics in our star sector."

The sound is like a ringing sound, entering the hearts of thousands of men and women in the empire. Their disgust and resentment for heresy are also reaching their peak now. The responses of those loyal people seem to pass through the boundless void and reach everyone's ears, even Marcato. The general's quiet command room.

That sentence is a matter of course, and it is so grand that it can penetrate half of the galaxy without any problem. "For the Emperor!"

If the will can be turned into matter, then just this roar that shakes the world and the thoughts of sacrificing oneself can tear those heretics into powder. Unfortunately, such behavior is the privilege of the chaos gods. This universe has never been important to human beings. Not gentle, it's not Terra, and it's not the Emperor, then humans will use their style to take revenge on this universe.

Flame, war, death, turning the entire galaxy into a furnace and hell, setting everything on fire, what warp, what evil god?
Betrayers be damned, xenomorphs are stupid, gods are greedy, then shoot, shoot, slash, drive chainsaws and war engines, avenge those things, avenge those things that took away countless honors and hopes from mankind, take away Through the wisdom of the Dark Ages of Mankind, the traitors of the Emperor of the Golden Age avenge themselves.

There is no unreasonable resentment in this world, no unreasonable misery, whether it is the Imperium of Man or the Gods of Chaos, or the alien heretics, they all deserve to die. In this terrible universe, no one is alone, no one is innocent.

This place is like hell. All living beings, as long as they are able to move at the moment, will grow and become stronger through torture and torture, persecution and persecution. This cosmic void is all enemies and sinners.

The heretics wield sharp knives at the loyalists of the empire, and the imperial guards shoot at the heretics. When the alliance between the orcs and the empire ends, new contradictions will reappear. Those damned, those malicious, are constantly fighting each other in the void.

Vingar, formerly born with red blood, enjoys this universe, enjoys this madness, enjoys this hell, and he is also very clear about what he is waiting for.

"Aren't you ready?" He asked this question for the third time. Although he still had patience, the fleet continued to lose, and he couldn't take revenge on those damned Skadi people, although that world had been wiped out by his plan , but his real hatred is not there.

He looked at the endless darkness in the void, and the explosion of that day and the shining regimental banner of the Imperial Guard flashed in his mind. "The Fourth Skadi Regiment..."

He wished those men would burn to death in the flames, one at a time, to pay back his fallen battle-brothers, but he was still afraid...

"My lord, I'm ready." The servant replied, making his eyes shine brightly, and he walked out of the command point, ready to enjoy the baptism of the most powerful force in the universe.

He'll rely on that thing to ward off fear...

The transport plane flew through the void where the battle was constantly raging. At this critical moment, how could the commander leave the command point? Of course, the communication would be broken, but the soldiers on those evil battleships did not have a trace of fear, they said.

"Master Wayne is on board." The counterattack in his hands was more intense, but without a central command, their forces were gradually inferior and their rout was more complete. The war caused battleships to be hurt all the time. What made Vingar choose leave?

It was a terrifying thing the size of a planet, surrounded by countless evil souls, the power of the warp turned the resentment of the tragic death into a ghost around it, the distorted structure and the body made of fine gold and pottery steel even produced atmosphere and gravity field.

The illusory and real things come out of the subspace, relying on demons to drive their origin, and the bloodthirsty machine soul is also strictly restrained. Every war must be strengthened again by the dimensional blacksmith to appease her, so that this terrible war machine can be stabilized.

The Creator Vashtor, the Demon of the Warp, the God, the Forger, the Powerful Lord of Wisdom, and even the Gods of the High Heavens all have a place, and the one who can wrestle with the most representative four casts this scary stuff.

This huge monster is not only the subspace beacon of the main force of the Black Heart King, but also the most important fortress. Even with him, the Red Pirates don't need any world as a springboard and supply point, although taking those imperial worlds is very important for them is still crucial.

The traitor's transport plane flew across the sky with the logo of the Red Corsair, and the evil spirits on the Ark of Omen even wanted to devour them...

When Vengar stepped out of the transport plane, countless dense blue metal wires filled the interior of the battleship like nerves. The magic steel nerve plexus is one of the most honored creations of Vashtor, and it also constitutes and controls this ship. The root of the hulk.

It restrains its machine soul with a protective magic circle, engraving huge runes directly on the huge hull with high temperature, or using etching methods to arrange countless aisles and bulkheads inside the ship.

Still other circles consist of huge runic chains, ritual altars, or shrines installed throughout the ship; at the extreme, cages filled with bound blind wizards are used to do so by enslaving their powers.

It is powered by the anguish psyker, the psionic energy that is generated upon death.

And there is no existing bridge design capable of commanding such a large and strangely shaped ship as the Space Barren, nor is there any cogitator array or mortal mind that can reliably operate due to prolonged exposure to the warp. And the extremely distorted system in the ship.

Wherever a Felsteel Plexus grows, demonic entities known as "Ferrymen" bond with it to assume the function of Operators.

Steel and brass, gears, boilers and pistons, these parts merged in terrifying fashion, surrounded by quivering limbs, bulging eyeballs, and fluttering cilia highly sensitive to the warp.These entities are both the crew and the bridge itself.

In this weird place, at the command point, Vingar is close to the "captain", who is also the ferryman who controls the core.

He could hardly tell if it was a demon or a human or anything else, his body had no flesh and blood, only obedience to his master.

But in reality, their ultimate purpose of allegiance to any mortal is to fulfill Vashtor's will.

But Vingar didn't care, he said. "Come closer to that star, you monster."

It was a blessing in disguise. After the red pirates stepped into the chaotic subspace area, a grand temple fell in front of them like fate. After making countless sacrifices and deaths, they obtained a fragment that the Black Legion longed for. After Abaddon gave his gift with satisfaction, Huron also got what he liked.

A powerful, destructive, terrifying, ominous ark.

The huge planet moved slowly. Before he was covered by the pitch-black void, he couldn't see clearly, but now his spiritual power and his terrifying size made the empire's auspicious instruments roar continuously.

"What's the situation?!" Lieutenant General Marcato saw a large red spot on the star map, which was even comparable in size to the foundry world he was protecting...

And he looked out of the window of the battleship, there was no need for a divination instrument or anything, the movement of the twisted huge metal in the void was visible to the naked eye, as fast as a battleship.

"God Emperor!" It was the first time that Marcato faced the war in such a gaffe, but as a mortal, he fell into almost crazy despair when he saw such a thing for the first time.

　Yeah, that's what I wrote about Space Hulk before
　
(End of this chapter)