Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 292 Bloody Victory

The battle among the Galaxy-class ships began to be stalemate. Although those Lashers were decimated in regional battles, warships over one kilometer could not be taken in a few minutes. At the same time, two Galaxy-class ships were attacking the Karak galleon. Even if the attack had the upper hand, there was still not much difference between Magron's troops and the nobles controlling the galaxy-level antiques.

For Alan Baier, this void-level dog-eat-dog scene is quite exciting, but he has already confirmed that one of the dogs can be used, and he also wants to capture the fellow who is in the same rank as Magron alive, find and get more information from him .

The galleon Karak was constantly wounded by continuous artillery fire, and the loyal painting or religious symbols on it were dissipated. Although it counterattacked, it was not necessarily as violent as the first time. The narrow flat hull of the Milky Way class is very Difficult to hit while in motion, which is why it is more specialized as a battleship than a cargo ship.

The three void giants danced like three swimming dragons in the sea, biting each other. Alan Bayer looked at the picture in the void in front of him and asked the captain. "How about getting close to them and shooting them?"

"Maybe a hit on the larger Karak," he replied.

"Then send a landing craft?" Alan Baier asked.

"It's not necessarily better. The landing craft is more about control and suppression. For short-term battleships, it is better to use spears and cannons." The captain pointed out sharply.

Alan Baier said suddenly. "Crash, then hit it. There is still a collision angle in front of Bordeaux. The ships of the Imperial Navy are better than those civilian ships in terms of speed and armor. If you smash one, save this loyalist, he can still use it! "

The captain's expression changed slightly. He agreed with Alan Bayer's strategic idea. However, the scratches of the Bordeaux were not something that he, the guard commander, needed to consider. However, since there was really no good way, he could only Open your mouth.

"Go at full speed! Hit the wrecked Galaxy-class ship that is downwind, fully drive the piston, turn on the engine, and hit it at the fastest speed!"

The whole of Bordelo was roaring, and the elite warships of the empire showed a powerful power far exceeding those of the civilian ships, because in the beating and calculation of the technical priests, and in the design drawings of the sages of the empire, this warship was to help the empire in this endless world. The pitch-black void stood its ground for something.

Countless near-defense guns roared, announcing that Poldero had entered the constantly stirring battlefield, but she was not here to roll, but to end this ridiculous situation.

In the eyes of the crew of the Karak galleon, this was the recognition of their loyalty by the Saint Skadi Lord Alan Bair, so everyone was ecstatic, and the final firing, reloading, and control became extremely fast as a result. Squeeze your last strength.

Karak's counterattack became quicker, and Boldro moved forward against the enemy's flank fire. The gunfire of those Galactic-class warships was not enough due to their hull structure, and the solid structure and void shields of the Imperial Guard were completely resistant.

In a certain way, those people didn’t consider that the opponent might be a warship at all, so Bordeaux would not lose. Judging from the structure, void shield, engine strength or artillery light spears, it is impossible for them to either win.

Wolves and lions are born differently. Boldro was born to deal with the endless threat of the void, but those ships just wanted to find people to pass through the void. Endless mirror universe.

In the end, all the clamor and roars turned into ethereal things. In the gunpowder inspired by those complicated barrels, Boldro tore open the curtain composed of smoke, death, metal and explosions, and the gleaming hull was still facing the sky. Those who are not loyal to the Emperor express a sign of death.

The targets of the two Galaxy-class ships quickly shifted like biological instincts, and the Karak-class galleon was able to breathe because of the terrifying deterrence of the Bordeaux, but compared to its ease, the two were captured by the Imperial Guard. The prey he saw looked extremely nervous.

One of them had its engine room blown off due to the sudden betrayal of the Karak galleon. Although it could slowly push itself forward after emergency maintenance, it was still not enough.

It was like a man who had just broken his right leg and was limping facing a strong and strong lion, there was almost no possibility of surviving, not to mention that the lion was wearing a void shield.

Those macro cannons fell on this metal monster like cannonballs thrown by children, which were far from the standard that the Bordello should be vigilant to, so that when she broke through the entire defense line, she didn't even scratch the reflection on the armor layer. Beam coating.

For any captain who claims to be able to go to the battlefield, such a situation is quite an insult to his dignity. Although the battleships of the Imperial Navy are indeed powerful, he can't even break through the shield. The command layer of the super battleship felt oppressive and suffocating.

Some people have given up resistance, and a few have begun to raise their own weapons to commit suicide, dying in the boundless cold and radiation or loneliness or suffocation, or perhaps waiting for suffocation in a closed wreck that is still intact. The sailors know too much The cruelty brought by many wars, so die early when the hands and feet are intact, lest
It only increases worry.

This is the dominance of imperial warships in wars. The powerful naval equipment can tear apart the enemy's battle with its roaring machine soul, and then eat them up. She will be a powerful shield against the enemies of the empire. Disobedient and traitorous, she will become a beast that rips flesh.

The sharp shovel-shaped ram was moving forward at sub-light speed, and it made a vibrating roar, as if to tear apart the space. The Bordello passed the narrow gap between the Karak galleon and the Galaxy-class battleship with the agility of a normal battleship. Through the gap, the behemoth hit the poor little thing.

The ramming horn of the Bordello directly penetrated the weak side armor of that thing, and the flat hull was almost torn apart. The bodies of the two monsters seemed to be embedded in each other, but that small Galaxy-class battleship was different from Boer The Dro was solid and soon began to crack.

When the mass reaches such a level, it is like asteroids colliding with each other. The metals on the huge battleship rub against each other, and the heat far surpassing the light spears of cannons erupts in an instant. The metals rub against each other, collide, and scream. Under the impact of huge force, the exposed air inside the ship has become a rather terrifying high-explosive ammunition, burning, bursting, and roaring, as if to tear everything apart.

The lucky ones died directly in the impact, and the powerful pressure crushed them to pieces. The slightly worse ones were burned out by the air ignited by the friction. He found that he was already floating in the void, but he didn't die, he could only be killed slowly by the cold and orderly in tens of seconds.And the worst ones are those who are still wearing protective clothing or on the edge of the battleship, uninjured, just isolated in the endless void, but the worst is that they still have some food, that is almost crazy, There are only two options: suicide and waiting to starve to death. Those who have the courage are fine. The problem is that those who don’t have the courage, especially those who have never seen the ground in their life, will eventually die in a less human way.

The weapon that completes all the great actions is Bordello. She usually looks like a ship of hope carrying the heroes of the empire or a pioneer who has traveled half of the limit star field, but her real appearance is just like this, a killing machine.

Covered in debris and metal, explosion and high temperature, she protruded from the body of the Galaxy-class battleship and tore the poor antique apart, leaving only a large pile of burning dead fragments. It only takes an instant for order to become disorder, this one It takes dozens of Terra years to build a Galaxy-class ship, but it only takes a few short breaths to destroy it.

But the battleship that did this, Bordelo, is still brand new. No, to be precise, her armor layer has indeed been scratched. After all, although there is indeed a big gap between civilian ships and military ships, it has not reached the point where civilian ships can be ignored. The extent of the attack, if there is no problem with the engine of this behemoth, Boldro is likely to be hit by the macro cannon, because the void shield will bear a lot of energy, and the output must be reduced to advance at full speed, resulting in being hit.

But the reality is that the time and place are favorable, and the destruction of the two warships only resulted in a small loss. This is an unexpected victory. The worship of the lord is even more.

The Lashers were also killing on the last battleship that was still intact. The enemy's attacks were getting slower and slower, and the intervals were getting wider and wider. Therefore, Lord Maglon repeatedly commented on the greatness of Lord Skadi from the holographic projection. and tactical sensitivity. "Great Lord Alan Bair, your tactics are just like those inherited in your reputation, accurate, deadly, and courageous."

He was beaming, not only because of the victory but also because he felt that the distance between himself and the emperor was getting closer. However, considering the need to express that he was a useful person, he said immediately. "The Flagellant troops have invaded the core. We will make detours and sideways to ensure that we do not enter the shooting range. My children will immediately capture the traitorous Duke who is disobeying the empire!"

Unlike Mr. Maglon's excitement, Alan Bair didn't have any complicated emotions. He has defeated too many powerful enemies, from the nightmare that threatened the empire to the bastard who invaded its homeland, and even the miracle in the eyes of many mortals. Before his resume also appeared average.

"Yes, I'm sorry to trouble you. As a loyal believer of the emperor, you have shown piety in line with your own beliefs..." Although he said it seriously, he always revealed a feeling of being absent-minded. Compared with the nobles here playing house, Home, he knew that this was not his goal.

Probably the madness of this pious man made him dissatisfied. Of course, he is definitely a follower of the emperor, but he may not use the punishment of whippers to deal with his soldiers. At the same time, he had to cooperate with such a guy in order to win.

He suspected that he had fallen into a quagmire, and the spider web called victory was pulling him, but he would not resist. He knew that he would succeed, so it didn't matter how many traps came his way.

At the same time, as Magron said, his lashers had reached the bridge, and now more than half of this terrifying monster army has been lost, and the bodies of the remaining things are also full of craters, fragments, but more Skin red with the blood of his enemies, Maglon is as powerful as his madness, so no one can ignore him and must feel tempted to ally with him.

The owner of this battleship is also the owner of one of the many fortresses. In the eyes of many people, he is a great count, but now he is surrounded by a group of irrational monsters. The cutting claws are tearing the thick isolation door. The wind metal was burning red, but he was still sitting on his throne.

He looks elegant, with his purple dress and pale skin. The lack of light in his fortress does not mean that he is afraid of death and darkness. "Shoot, my people, my territory will be inherited, and my children will avenge me. Even the Freeport will be timid when we dig out the technology of the Age of Strife."

"Our failure is only because I bet on the lunatic, my child Wei De will not make this mistake."

In the end he laughed at himself, crawling out of the dark city of crime and murder, he actually saw the wrong person twice in such an important war, anyway, his officials did not report the betrayal, and his allies tore up the contract, Finally, he spoke. "Curse the perfidious one, that Maglon will die before the statue of the Emperor of his faith, with his heart pierced and hung in midair!"

"And my stupid officer, he must be the problem caused by his own vicious little hobby..." He laughed at the stupid guy.

But in the end, those crazy whippers tore open the door, and any curses seemed pale and powerless, and they knew very well that through the monitoring inside the ship, they knew what would happen to those monsters. In order not to die from pain, they chose to move Pick up your own pistol.

The whippers also seemed to realize that the enemy was about to commit suicide. Under the crazy stimulation of the sensing units in their heads, and the will injected into them by their loyal beliefs, those terrible things showed wisdom that was different from that of normal whippers. Several of the captains He even spoke a few words clearly. "Seize it, Count."

In the pain that normal people can't endure, under the feeling that countless medicines make the body collapse, such rationality has been proved to be impossible, and the lord raised his saber at this moment, a beautiful seiko oiled flintlock , can definitely smash your own head.

But the Captain of the Lasher could only fire the whip. He didn't activate the power in order to capture him alive.

But the Earl was not a soft character, he knew he couldn't survive those complicated tortures or truth potions, he just grabbed the whip, that thin, long and inexplicably disgusting killing machine that extended from the whipper's fingernails.

He said naturally. "You seem to be very smart, at least you are the best among your brothers, then..."

"Propose my advice to your master, in front of the Lord of Skadi and the Lord of Wandering Port, we are all pawns!"

He took the whip and wrapped it around his neck, and tied one end to his seat decoration, and then jumped off his throne. With a sharp difference in height, his body flew into the air, and soon began to twitch. For his own territory, this Man hangs himself...

(End of this chapter)