From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 584 Spreading "Guests"

No----! !

The moment the body of the Daemon Primarch Angron was completely reduced to ashes, the Glorious Queen-class flagship of the World Eaters Legion suddenly began to vibrate violently.

The metal bulkhead twisted and deformed, making a creepy groan, as if some huge monster was experiencing the pain of having its heart torn out.

Even more terrifying was the wailing echoing from within the battleship.

It was not a mechanical alarm, but an emotional, almost human cry.

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The black-armored guards who were evacuating paused.

These elite soldiers had never heard of a warship "crying", which made them instinctively raise the muzzles of their guns and cannons, alertly pointing them at the squirming pipelines around them.

And those metal blood vessels that should have been cold were now spasming and twitching like a dying python.

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Koz did not hesitate at all.

The ground where its magnetic boots rolled over was oozing with strange liquid. It was neither coolant nor blood, but a transparent liquid with a salty and astringent smell, seeping out from the cracks in the cabin wall like tears.

The Primarch's psychic perception penetrated the steel and captured the collapsing consciousness -

Loretta Sarin.

When his father told him and Lorgar about the past of the World Eaters, he mentioned a female captain from another universe who was once famous for her superb tactical command, but whose soul eventually merged with the battleship.

And here, "her" soul was eternally imprisoned in a corrupted steel cage, watching the Primarch she once protected become a plaything of the devil, and was also killed by her "brother" himself.

"sad."

Curze's whispers were lost in the whimpering of the battleship.

Boom. Boom——!

With another round of violent shaking, the explosion-proof gate in front of the passage suddenly lost control and fell, cutting off the evacuation route.

Then, steam with a bloody smell spewed out of the ventilation ducts, and automatic turrets descended from the ceiling. The muzzles flashed with fire from chaos psychic energy, and the ground armor plates suddenly tilted to a 45-degree angle, trying to throw these "invaders" into the abyss.

"She's holding us back."

The voice of the chief black-armored guard was tense in the communication channel.

However, Curze simply raised his power claw.

boom--!

Five dark purple lightning force fields exploded in a fan shape, neatly cutting open all the gates, turrets and half-melted pipelines along the way.

The edge of the crack was glowing with a crystal-like golden light, and this was an attack that directly affected the soul level, a wound that even the battleship's soul could not quickly repair.

Clang—clang!

On this side of the Skeleton Helipad, the Thunderhawk gunship was using its bolter cannon to weave a barrage of death. Any World Eaters and Chaos creatures that tried to approach would be torn into pieces in an instant.

The most shocking thing was the Primarch's exclusive vehicle, with its hatch wide open and the multiple hard-light machine guns mounted on both sides running at overclocked speeds, turning the entire corridor into a furnace.

"Boarding."

At Koz's brief command, the black-armored guards rushed to the evacuation point like arrows.

When the last pair of magnetic boots stepped onto the Thunderhawk's deck, the entire Conqueror let out its final wail.

Outside the observation window, the blood-colored energy that was originally flowing on the surface of the ship began to run wildly out of control, gushing out dirty pus and blood like a festering wound.

"It's self-destructing." A black-armored guard beside the Primarch said with emotion, "It seems that the energy core has collapsed due to emotional overload."

Curze stood in front of the hatch, his eyepiece reflecting the gradually disintegrating giant ship.

At a certain moment, he seemed to see a vague female figure emerging in front of him.

"She" slowly raised her hand in the direction of the Primarch, gave a standard Imperial military salute, and then dissipated along with the thousands of erupting flames.

The moment the fleet of Thunderhawk gunboats broke through the layers of decks, the core area of ​​the Conqueror lit up with a supernova-like white light.

Mixed with the impact of psychic energy, it pushed away all the wreckage of ships in the surrounding melee, creating a brief pure "vacuum" zone in the dark universe.

When the light faded, all that was left was a twisted graveyard of metal and

A captain's sword floating in the void, intact, was Loretta Sarin's last gift and also the tombstone of this tragedy.

And with the destruction of the Conqueror, the command system of the entire World Eaters fleet collapsed instantly.

The Khorne fleet formation, which had been fairly neat, was now twitching wildly in the void like a beheaded beast.

The first to collapse was the left-wing fleet. A large number of ships suddenly turned their guns and aimed their cannons at the friendly forces next to them.

No warnings, no reasons, only the pure desire to kill that drives them.

Boom—boom—!

Before a ship was hit and exploded, the corrupted captain's crazy roar came through the public channel:

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Then it was engulfed by friendly fire.

Even more disturbing was the movement to the right, as a large number of ships suddenly activated their warp drives, their bows tearing through the reality veil.

Judging from their posture, these ships are preparing to leave the battlefield directly and head to other star regions in the "Star Wars" universe, and then follow their killing nature to cholera the intelligent races in this universe.

Of course, the fleets of the Night Lords and the Word Bearers would not miss this fleeting opportunity.

The Word Bearers' ships' lance cannons were instantly charged with energy after being blessed by the priests, and even a vague outline of the Emperor was revealed in the void.

Moreover, the "torpedo" and missile silos were opened at the same time, and those special fish began to emit light representing pure spiritual energy.

The next second, the fleet's anger poured out.

The Chaos ships that were directly hit did not explode conventionally. Instead, they twisted and deformed like clay being kneaded by invisible hands, and finally collapsed into psychic "powder" emitting golden light.

Meanwhile, Curze's fleet adopted a completely different tactic.

A large number of Kingfisher-class and Paris-class ships sneaked into the shadow area of ​​the enemy's formation, specifically hunting down ships attempting to navigate in the subspace, while the main battleships, such as the Valiant-class super-heavy cruisers, confronted the enemy head-on and released suicide boarding pods carrying the nightmare virus.

The Emperor-class battleships, which are the absolute main force, use their main guns, secondary guns and beam matrices to compress the enemy's activity space as much as possible and drive enemy ships to the preset annihilation zone.

The most exciting scene was the hunt for a World Eater battleship.

The World Eaters' battleship was about to embark on a warp voyage, but was forcibly pulled out of the warp channel by the gravitational tug beams released by three Night Lords' cruisers.

When its armor shattered like an eggshell under various forces, one could even clearly see the crew members inside the ship biting and hacking each other.

The fallen Galactic Empire fleets were originally no match for the World Eaters fleets, but now they are performing slightly better than the World Eaters, but they cannot escape destruction in the end.

A Star Destroyer seemed to be trying to reorganize its defense line around itself, but was pierced through the engine room by a psychic torpedo from the Word Bearers.

A certain frigate squadron tried to use a group of TIE fighters to cover their retreat, but all the pilots were driven crazy by the electronic interference and special bands released by the Midnight Lords.

The most stubborn Star Destroyer even wanted to launch a suicide charge towards the weak area of ​​the Night Lords' fleet, but its trajectory was forcibly suppressed by the Grey Knights' flagship, the Inquisitor, and was immediately completely destroyed.

The current battlefield situation is becoming clearer.

The battle situation in the starry sea is like a stirred "blood pool", gradually revealing clear patterns.

Although the Fallen Galactic Empire Fleet and the World Eaters Legion still maintained a three to one advantage in numbers, the Chaos Fleet was now just a huge shell.

On the holographic tactical sand table, the scarlet spots representing the enemy were becoming chaotic and disordered at an alarming speed, and the former combat formations were becoming fragmented.

“What a pathetic show.”

Koz chuckled in the cabin. On the broken helmet screen, the flowing data reflected every stupid decision made by the enemy.

Those Khorne fleets that made the enemy tremble were now like naughty children whose toys had been taken away, with only meaningless rage and venting left.

On the surface, the World Eaters lost less than one-tenth of their warships, but the trauma caused by Angron's "death" was far greater than any physical blow.

And in Lorgar's psychic vision, the blood-red mist that had originally entangled the enemy ships was now rapidly receding, like the rotten seabed exposed at low tide.

Without the Primarch's suppression, these beasts can't even maintain the most basic discipline.

Of course, the World Eaters don't have much discipline either.

In fact, in the initial stages of the battle, the World Eaters fleet could have used its numerical advantage and the unexpected entry of the Word Bearers and Night Lords into the fray to launch a devastating barrage of artillery fire.

But Angron's sudden request for a duel made this excellent opportunity slip away.

Although the female captain Loretta Sarin tried her best to maintain the battle line, she was ultimately unable to go against the will of the host.

"Typical Khorne stupidity."

At this time, Lorgar, who was in the bridge of the Flame of Faith, gave the same evaluation as his brother Curze:

"For the sake of so-called glory, I am willing to give up a sure-win battle."

However, both the Word Bearers and the Night Lords were well aware that they had "messed up" partly.

Because as the war situation became clearer, a more serious fact surfaced -

Thousands of World Eaters' ships have successfully broken through the blockade and escaped into the subspace channels. The holographic star map predicts that the red tracks representing the fleeing enemy ships will spread to the entire galaxy like cancer cells.

The scene on the tactical star map made all commanders look solemn.

The scarlet spots of light were spreading toward the galaxy along the subspace channels like pus and blood oozing from a festering wound.

Each red track represented at least one Chaos warship filled with bloodlust. Their twisted sailing routes outlined a hideous network of blood vessels on the preview star map.

"Killing" without restraint is not good news for the integrated war.

The World Eaters' ships that escaped have been reduced to completely out-of-control beasts, their hulls covered in flesh growth and their weapon systems transformed into sacrificial devices.

The navigation systems of some warships are completely insane, and will randomly tear subspace cracks in the real universe. The most dangerous ones even carry the unexploded blessing of the Blood God, which is enough to transform the entire planet into the realm of Khorne.

At the same time, this also means that the Imperial Fists, Iron Warriors and Thousand Sons will need to allocate more troops to defend.

Because no one can know which star field the group of "madmen" who entered the subspace channel will suddenly launch a raid on.

But now is not the time to think about the future, but to focus on continuing to execute the original plan.

The Thunderhawk gunboat formation broke through the encirclement, passed through the plasma valve of the Night Blade, entered the huge hangar, and with the hum of the magnetic lock, they docked steadily in their exclusive berths one after another.

The moment the hatch opened, thirty fully armed pharmacists were already lined up waiting, their spray guns spewing out "disinfectant" containing pure flowers.

The black-armored guards stepped out, and the demon blood stained on the Terminator's armor immediately vaporized when it came into contact with the air inside the ship, turning into wisps of smelly black smoke and dissipating.

As for Curze, he did not stop. When his magnetic boots stepped through the disinfection area, the red light of the automatic scanner swept over him. After all, it was almost impossible for the Primarch to be corrupted by Chaos. This was one of the most basic common sense in the Empire.

The Black Armor Guards require a standard purification ritual.

The 200 surviving Honor Guards will undergo strict "quarantine". For example, every gap in the power armor will be flushed with disinfectant containing pure flowers, and the neural interface will be connected to a polygraph psychic device. If there are soldiers who show abnormal brain wave activity, they will be immediately sent to a stasis field.

Then, they will be placed under quarantine and observation for another 72 hours until the agents of the Inquisition come to confirm and make a judgment.

Koz's side;

As the Primarch of the Night Lords stepped onto the bridge, the central console automatically activated, and an image of Lorgar crystallized from the data stream.

"There are still more than 1,400 enemy ships holding out." The voice of the Word Bearers Primarch was metallic, "but the real trouble is those bastards who escaped."

Lorgar spoke directly about the current situation and did not ask Curze about the condition of the demon Angron.

Curze's fingertips slid across the star map, focusing on Coruscant, and continued:

"Deal with the immediate threat first, then proceed with your original plan."

"Ah."

Luo Jia had no objection to this.

The subsequent command was as if the thoughts of the two Primarchs were perfectly synchronized.

The Midnight Lords' tactics were deployed. Thirty cruisers cut off the enemy's retreat like poisonous spiders. The priests of the Word Bearers began to chant, bestowing demon-killing blessings on the light spear array.

The Greek sub-god formation of the Grey Knights cut in from the side, and the holy runes weaved a death cage in the void.

On the holographic projection, the light spots representing the enemy ships went out one by one.

A Chaos Star Destroyer that attempted to self-destruct was even dragged and torn apart by the gravity anchor of the Night Blade.

When the Word Bearers, Night Lords, and Grey Knights have dealt with all enemies in the Improco space, it will be the best time for them to launch an extermination order on Coruscant.

At the same time, the unmanned reconnaissance ship sent to Coruscant also sent back slightly blurry image intelligence.

There are blasphemous constructs made from the wreckage of warships floating in low orbit, and psychic fluctuations comparable to those of the Primarch have been detected, which means that a large number of Warp entities have entered the real universe.

However, Koze, Lorgar and others will no longer continue to fight for the ground with demons and heretics, but will directly resort to extermination.

At this time, the hell realm also attracted new "guests"