Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 290 Maglon the Devout

Endless void, four battleships, priceless, although not as powerful as the great metal city of the imperial navy, it is also a treasure that countless mortals cannot get in their short lives. A villain who makes a toy.

Three Galaxy-class armed cargo ships formed a defensive battle array around a Karak-class transport ship. They came in a style consistent with three-dimensional space combat in the universe. They were obviously not cargo ships. They did not exist except for pulling artillery shells and supplies.

Galaxy-class armed cargo ships are quite ancient treasures. They once belonged to the remnants of human civilization scattered throughout the Milky Way in the era of conflict, but they are not priceless ancient sacred objects, but more battleships formed by people relying on a rough understanding of technology. Extensive use of Dark Age technology gives it a unique appearance.

The smoother turret macro cannon and the entire flattened paddle-like hull give it a bit of Tau style, but to be precise, it should be a bit of ancient human style, and it is not limited to the traditional left and right side cannons of the empire. Flexibility Obviously very good, but the armor is obviously not as thick as the ships often used by the empire, and it is easy to be completely penetrated.

At the same time, this design makes its cargo compartment very small, closer to a frigate or a battleship, but it is obviously not easy to find this ancient behemoth here.

The two-kilometer behemoth they were protecting was already close to the Bordeaux in terms of system. Although this did not mean that it was as powerful as the main ship of the Imperial Navy. It did not have the light spears and spears that could easily burn the enemy through the atmosphere. A powerful enough macro cannon, but you can't deny that this behemoth has a good deterrent effect just by impact.

In addition to the typical style of the imperial standard "long shovel-shaped square face" and "butt inlaid church", this behemoth has the biggest feeling compared to the real Imperial Navy moon-class battleship, that is, it is clean, yes, clean.

It lacks close-in defense guns, because of reactor power and cost constraints, its only deadly weapon is the dark hollows on the side of the hull, the amazing macro gun array, there are ten guns on one side, and one muzzle is close to 70-80 Meter width, still deadly and terrifying, should not be underestimated.

With such power, it goes without saying that its master must be of high authority. The joint army composed of two asteroid fortresses is precisely a private soldier, but it is also much richer than most charter captains. The navigator passed the metal machine Feeling the endless void helps them maneuver extremely fast. Even if they cannot enter Mandeville Point and subspace, the navigator can greatly reduce the risk of navigation.

Dense sensors, pipelines, surround the navigator, so that his third eye can see through the absolute evil tranquility of the endless void, and at the same time the owner of the Karak-class armed ship on the bridge.

He was wearing a red-yellow robe, with complex runes and loyal prayers covering the entire robe. He held a rosary in his right hand, each rosary was the size of a thumb, and he moved it slowly. He was bald and pious, like a priest, looking out the window of the ship to the infinite. In the endless dark and evil void, look at the busy servants here who match the color of his yellow robes.

This middle-aged man is the master of the fortress. There is no doubt that he is more devout than the imperial nobles. Just like most people are not clear about the current situation in Port Roaming, he is not aware that he has became heresy.

So he can speak plausibly. "Everyone has worked hard. For the glory of the emperor, we have sailed for a week and arrived at Fort Severo, where the traitor lord is located. The crimes committed by his baron, Leonard, are bloody and difficult to wash away."

Those words were like a shot in the arm for everyone here. Although they had been forced to sail for a long time, the miracles brought about by their firm faith made those crew members stronger and more energetic. "Yes, my lord, my lord, you are the rebirth of the first person to die at the emperor's feet. No matter what, no matter what the heresy is, we will still persist."

Their captain fanatically said that the crew here are all extremely devout believers to the emperor, and their loyalty is chosen from among the 10,000+ people on a fortress, and in the extreme environment of the Void Fortress, they can be said to be the extreme extreme!

They can replace those words for food, and they can endure no matter what is just physical torture, which is why the duke here, Maglon, who is called the pious, can occupy this small alliance with a ship main position.

His soldiers are firm enough, this attribute is what many people dream of, even the Imperial Navy may not be as crazy as his soldiers, they can regard death as home, and they can give up everything for the emperor.

He also knew that the baron might not be able to be taken down by his own strength alone. They had a friendship before, and they probably knew the strength of the other side, and he knew the baron, and his fortress was close to Fort Severo, so he had already made a move. It is a heresy that has changed his heart and defiled the thoughts of a loyal man.

The only thing he can't understand is what kind of heresy the baron of mental appraisal will be manipulated by, but he can be sure of one thing, that is, the baron must be controlled by a terrible, organized and powerful heretic. Can no longer be recognized by the Emperor.

Thinking of this, his skin couldn't help showing a physiological reaction. Dense goosebumps covered his fair skin. He couldn't help kneeling on the ground, beating his head on the metal floor made of pure gold to sing praises with self-torture torture. The Emperor's honor, and begged the great Lord of Men to forgive his fleeting vision of heresy, for only ignorance can serve the Emperor wholeheartedly.

At this moment, he resented his own intelligence so much that he couldn't bear it, couldn't help it, the sins and the filth of heresy that would suddenly reach into his mind all the time!
Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, the sound continued, and finally blood flowed from his forehead, and his madness stopped slightly, but the other crew members saw this situation not because of fear or incomprehension, but admiration. The eyes were almost crazy, Crazy adoration.

Words of praise for a while, curses of demons and insults of heretics, and howls of ghosts and wolves filled the entire ship, making people wonder if they were in the physical universe.

Those grotesques and twists represent that the entire ship is controlled by a lunatic. If it weren't for the strength that the Baron has shown, probably no one would cooperate with such a guy, and in this scene of demons dancing wildly, there is only one who is silently watching A man left his seat.

He wears different crew members, those crew clothes are more or less similar to acolytes, he is more like an ancient Terra Renaissance merchant, baggy trousers, extra large hat, like a whole puff on the body, but he is not The real gorgeous clown dress, the skull with the special style of the empire, or the small plasma gun on the belt around the waist, and the complicated patterns on the gun also express that his position is not low.

He is by no means a person who is loyal to the lord of this place. When he stepped into his cubicle, there were no religious items in this less than five square meters, and he could see the problem, but the most conspicuous thing was not this ordinary room. The room, but a rather exaggerated large-scale transmitter, dripping roar, flashing light.

He is not a subject of the master here, so he can only be subordinate to the noble lord of the three galaxy-class antiques surrounding this ship.

He is indeed a relatively special person, a diplomat, so to understand this person who appeared in the dark forty thousand years, but according to the Gothic language to analyze his position that belongs to this special human ecological circle, it should be directly translated For "tweeting people".

He is an alarm that maintains the bonds of the fragile alliance, and is also a crucial official who expresses the fate of the alliance at the end. He has communication equipment recognized by the lord's mark, and in this dark universe, information is even more valuable than life. higher.

Therefore, he was almost infinitely trusted by the lord, and he also had a high dignity in the territory. He was responsible for such an important task. However, this high-ranking man could not endure the daily life of these ascetics. They had simple meals and no luxurious things in their residence. The scriptures and daily worship made him mentally tired. An ordinary person could use the identity of a guest to escape from the madness, but his position did not allow him to do so.

He could only endure, endure, but today, only today, he couldn't bear it anymore, he staggered to his table, the ascetic life made him unbearable, he could only pour out a few white potions, and then Crush it into powder with a cup and sweep it into that bitter water with your hands.

Gurg grunt, revived, he clutched his head.

He lay on the bed exhausted, the sweat slid down with his body, he rose from the bottom, and now he is in a high position, but left a lifelong problem that cannot be cured, there are many ways to get it on other ships, but this army , Crazy troops, regard those treasures as poison.

The three just now were his last, and now he seemed to be burning out, subconsciously touched his package, and wanted to get some new good things, but there was only an empty feeling.

Stimulants, pills, manipulated his body, his heart, and dried up his soul and will.

"Gaha, ha..." He couldn't help making a weird voice, like a powerless child, paradoxically, his sense of responsibility and affection for his fellow man pushed him back to the bridge and continued his work.

When he tidied up his clothes and walked like a handsome man, and stepped onto the bridge, Maglon the Loyalist asked. "Ah, people who don't serve the emperor, where have you been?" His eyes seemed to see through something, but the diplomat only replied calmly. "Bathroom, your beliefs don't include restraining excretion?"

马格罗恩回答。“那应在固定的泰拉时一天的16-18，20-24才能表达对于帝皇的恩赐，现在才15点45分，你早了。”

The corner of the diplomat's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but want to touch his pocket again, but he endured it. That's right, apart from his irreversible addiction problem, he is indeed a person who can suppress emotions, and is full of calmness and demeanor. Pianpian diplomat, but when those potions touch his nerves and attack his reason, he will turn into a beast, a sad beast.

He is still reasonable now, just answering. "Of course, the Emperor will love this, and we are about to touch the core of heresy."

He changed the subject, and the Duke nodded with a smile. "Yes! Yes! We will be there soon. I have seen the fortress in the distance. My cannonballs will tear apart the place full of heretics. Ha, what an honor..."

He became short of breath as the captain reported. "Great loyalist, we found a third-party cargo ship full of food. It should be Captain Liberty who came to plan the etiquette. The galaxy-class combat ship is communicating, what do we need?"

The duke answered immediately. "Fire, those who provide supplies and plans for heresy are already disloyal even if they are loyal! Fire, immediately, destroy them!"

The diplomat was surprised, and he spoke. "My lord! We will be exposed! Punish heretics anytime, anywhere, but right now we need to be close enough to threaten the baron to give up his vicious plan to accumulate food!"

But after he finished speaking, the cannonball had already been fired, the light of the macro cannon flickered, and the small cargo ship exploded in an instant, and about 6000 people died in this ridiculous trial...

"Ah!" He looked out from the window in disbelief, he couldn't understand why such behavior was, and he couldn't accept it, but he was a small official after all, what could he do?
He subconsciously touched his pocket, and it wasn't until his fingers touched his skin through the fabric that he realized he had no way out, and he smiled bitterly.

Compared to this outsider's struggle, those crazy believers appear calmer, but that kind of calmness is an emotion crazier than madness, because the joy of punishing heresy spreads in everyone's head, and at this moment they can't wait to think of that The Baron of Evil Plans eats it alive.

Soon, a whip appeared, a certain crew member took off his clothes, and whipped his upper body with a leather whip. The bright red marks represented his loyalty, and he never liked pain, but he felt that such pain could represent loyalty. At the same time, other The crew and even the Duke himself looked at the lunatic approvingly.

In a strange space where it is hard to distinguish between indulgence and abstinence, everything here becomes strange. In the sound of singing scriptures or whipping, it doesn't matter if the lord who cooperates with them comes to fire at them.

The noisy voice ended, and sudden silence appeared. This strange situation made the diplomat as an outsider hesitate, but a more frantic call replaced the previous voice.

It was a huge steel protruding from the huge asteroid outside the window. It was the noble Lunar cruiser of the Imperial Navy, but it was even more crazy than this. It was Lord Skadi's car, and it was also the famous Boll in this star area. Dro number.

shouted the Duke. "Oh my God?" His skin trembled and he couldn't help but kneel down on one knee. "It is the ship of Lord Alan Bair, the Emperor's chosen one in this sector. He is the closest hero to a saint that I can see!"

They started singing, singing irrationally, the diplomat was sensitive to realize that something was wrong, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to press his own alarm, but found that his drug addiction had already arrived, the world became confused, and he began to feel powerless, side effects?Why now!He weakly stretched out his hand to the galaxy-class ship where his master was, as if he could report the strange situation here.

But his eyes became blurred, and he lay limp on the ground. The acolyte beside him stretched out his hand to touch it, and he made a quick judgment. "My lord, the diplomat has returned to the throne!"

The Duke just looked at the Bordeaux devoutly. "It doesn't matter, I just want to know why that adult came here and threw him out of the air valve, that's all!"

(End of this chapter)