Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

"The bird divination instrument failed."

"Long-distance access is invalid."

"Weapon locking system failed."

In the main control room of the satellite-level fortress, sirens and calls continued to be heard, filling the main communication channels and secondary communication channels.

Sigismund's eyes were stern, and the huge, broad sword was bound in his hand by a chain.

Abaddon boarded the satellite-level fortress, realizing that he could not win on the frontal battlefield, he chose to land by force.

"How about the void shield system?" Sigismund looked at the mechanical priest aside and asked in a low voice.

The mechanical priest's bionic prosthetic eye made a slight whirling sound, which was due to the intracranial calculations affecting the prosthetic eye.

"We didn't encounter any attacks, and it was still operating normally. The enemy crossed our shield and directly entered the inside of the fortress."

"Reality is disintegrating." A psionic sensor monitor shouted, with blood streaming down her face from pale eyes, "We have lost contact with other units, and the enemy is launching an offensive against us."

Sigismund's face was solemn, and the voice of Abaddon breaking through to the main energy pile came from the communication.

Ordinary Imperial Fist fighters were no match for the Son of Horus.

He must choose, and only he can stop Abaddon.

Take command of the bridge or stop Abaddon "Twenty Zero".

Sigismund clenched the giant sword bound in his hand with a chain, closed his eyes, calmed down his heart full of hatred and anger, and took a deep breath.

"Connect Falcon Fleet.""

"Connecting." A communication officer responded to Sigismund, and the news was not very good, "The enemy has cut off our psychic communication, and the satellite fortress has superstring communication, but the Falcon fleet is all old ships. Ship, they were not equipped with this communication module."

Hearing this, Sigismund suddenly understood that he had to fight alone.

"I will go to stop Abaddon. After I leave, you must close the hatch and stick to it. Don't allow anyone to come in, even if I am about to die in battle. You are absolutely not allowed to leave this place."

Sigismund looked around the crowd and said to his adjutant.

"Follow orders," said the adjutant.

Sigismund nodded, then strode out.

A part of the Imperial Fist Legion warriors in yellow power armor followed closely behind.

The remaining Imperial Fist fighters closed the hatch and stood by for help.

If there is any assistance.

A giant fortress on the surface.

In the main information processing room, darkness came in silence.

There are hundreds of millions of wires and sensor bars in this place.

Convey and gather all the information of the entire fort here.

The men and women connected to the mainframe sat at their posts, listening and sifting through the streams of information coming from different areas of the fort.

They are constantly muttering and repeating the words and information that pass through their heads.

There are no purely intelligent machines in the empire.

Simple intelligent machines are easily tampered with codes and become intelligence-hating.

The Empire uses flesh and blood computers.

It is to use the brains of various dead people as wetware calculations.

These men and women connected to the mainframe are wetware and servants.

Their job is to use their brains to process that information, and process it as quickly as possible.

The automatic copying machine rattled.

Information conduits flash day and night.

This place is never quiet.

Any human being without protection, staying in this place for more than a day, will leave deaf.

The darkness came silently, with eerie whispers and mockery of the living.

Suddenly, an information management servitor twitched.

The action of processing the data stopped, and the healing coming from the loudspeaker in his mouth stopped abruptly.

He shook his head as if trying to clear his mind.

"Sakel...?" the servitor asked in confusion.

It was as if somewhere in his robotic brain he had heard the word but couldn't remember where.

"Sakel, Lord of Shadows...??"

The servant repeated it, as if some kind of special command had released some kind of terrible virus.

The Jeep next to him also twitched, and then stopped, and the yellow light on the main unit came on.

"Sakel.

"Sakel."

It's like some kind of virus, and the name is the virus itself, which has a strange power.

As the voice became louder, more and more machine servants joined in, shouting this weird name.

The machine servants spoke strongly and quickly, regardless of the smoking brain, and continued to play the name repeatedly.

Lights flickered and alarms rang through the control room.

A mechanical priest on duty walked over with a mechanical scepter with built-in energy current.

His feet were transformed into crawler tracks and mechanical prosthetics.

There was a humming sound in the skull, which was the sound of the logic operation module running at high speed.

The scene in front of him made him feel weird and confused.

"Sakel.

Accompanied by the scream of a machine servant, the huge information processing room suddenly fell silent.

"Activate Article 201 of the Emergency Protocol." The mechanical priest on duty made a dull mechanical binary voice.

Automatic guns ejected from his back, as if a dozen mechanical arms had grown from his back.

The infrared targeting system is locking every suspicious place, and once the enemy is found, it will definitely give a thunderous blow.

The machine servants who were busy working just now came to a complete standstill.

They all closed their eyes tightly and lowered their heads as if they were turned off.

When the mechanical priest walked into the hall.

Those machine servants who shut down suddenly raised their heads and exploded together.

"Sakel."

"Sakel."

"Sakel.

With the sound of these servants, electric sparks shot out from the head of the mechanical priest.

The remaining flesh and blood were completely scorched, and smoke gushed out from his mechanical ears.

The servants were also smoking, and the slowly melting brains and control chips were still repeating the only words they could handle.

"Sakel, Lord of Shadows, it's here, it's by your side.

Silence once again enveloped the control room.

Unprocessed data clogs processors and buffers, and blinding alarm lights blink.

After a long time, some higher-priority data squeezed in and played on the loudspeaker.

"The fleet requests fortress reinforcements, we are attacked by traitors.""

"Fleet requests fort support, we are attacked by traitors. 55

The tone of the caller was hopeless, but no one responded in the fortress..

The whole fortress seemed dead silent.

It wasn't just one fortress that fell silent, the comm symbols of ships and fortresses that were not protected by space marines or psykers were going out.

Defenders battle the constant presence of demons or become hysterical in deep nightmares.

The Rebels have paid unimaginable costs for the help of the Warp.

This help allowed them to easily defeat the defenders with powerful technology.

Tyra.

The Primarch of the Fist of the Empire, Dawn looked at the dimming protective units with a dignified expression.

Both the Bastion and the starship were met with unimaginable civil unrest.

People were tortured to the point of madness by physical nightmares, unable to control those ships and fortresses at all.

"They have more power than we can imagine." Sanguinius said, "Lusha did not deceive us, these monsters prefer to attack from the heart of the creature.""

"Then did he tell you the solution?" Don asked.

"He said that he would build a group of barrier facilities that can weaken and block these monsters. Vulcan and I were too anxious and left too quickly." Sanguinius said shaking his head.

"We are too passive, there is another war starting, but we don't know anything about it." Dorn whispered, looking at the imperial prime minister, Malcador.

"Space." Malcador only said three words, and everyone could feel the tiredness and trouble in his tone.

"It's always been a war on two fronts, one in the physical world, the world of bullets and flesh and blood. And the other war is fought outside the physical world. There's something delusional about being gods out there, and there's only Only the Emperor is eligible to fight.""

"Obviously, the Emperor has been attacked, and he can no longer protect the solar system. Otherwise, no matter how much Horus pays, the demons will never be able to enter the real universe.

"Can't you find out?" A fleet general asked, "You have the spiritual power second only to the emperor, maybe you can."

"No, I can't see it. The subspace is already filled with absolute darkness at this time, filling everything with malicious screams, getting thicker and thicker, and continuously exerting pressure on 5.4. As time goes by, more and more stronger and stronger.

"The two wars affect each other, and we are very likely to lose all the defensive lines on the periphery." Malcado spoke wearily.

"The Emperor is our wall in the Warp, and he has been consumed since the Webway Wars. The enemy counts everything, from the folly of Magnus to the attack of Horus.

Malcador's words could not help but make people feel a little sad.

Even with the powerful legions brought back by Sanguinius and Vulkan, they are still firmly suppressed by the enemy.

"Let's not be so pessimistic, we are not hopeless."

Dorn said, "Guilliman is on his way, and he has weapons that can change the situation of the battle. All we have to do is hold on. Those lines of defense have already weakened and dispersed the enemy."

"We just need to cooperate with the emperor to stick to it. 35

Sanguinius said, "The enemy doesn't have much time, and they must win before Guilliman arrives, otherwise it will be nothing, and they will smash against the high walls of Terra.

"Let some fighters retreat to Terra first, instead of letting them fight those invisible monsters in the starry sky, and they will be consumed in vain."

Dorn turned on all communication channels.