Chapter 464 Unhappy and His Cub

Osted put his hands on his waist, subconsciously pinching the bolt pistol that had accompanied him for countless years.

Remembered by my father? Is this really possible?

He really began to think about this question.

He took his soldiers and left a clear coordinate mark on the giant ship, and then my father could rely on the coordinates to bring more troops.

Will my father succeed in capturing this warship?

No! My father will definitely succeed!

After my father succeeds, he will remember our sacrifice. Every time he uses this giant ship to destroy the empire, he will read our numbers in his data network.

It's really... How glorious!

The more Osted thought about it, the more excited he became, and his fingers tapped on the bolt pistol to make a rhythmic sound.

He turned his head to look at his soldiers and announced this to them. These warriors who had been struggling in the subspace and fighting for countless twisted years also became excited one by one.

If you want to say what they want most in this life, there must be only three things.

Destroy the empire, kill all the yellow-skinned idiots, and make their father proud of them.

Among them, destroying the empire and killing all the yellow-skinned idiots may have nothing to do with their will. It is more that their father's obsession with the empire and the yellow-skinned idiots has affected them.

"You swear to our father, so that I can believe your words."

"No problem, I swear to the ruler of the ideal heart, the conqueror and builder of the Endless Fortress, the supreme commander of the Eternal Iron Legion, the only owner of the Iron Blood, and the father of the Iron Warriors!"

"In this case. Do what you should do."

Osde's voice disappeared, and instead, one-third of the Iron Warriors' fleet broke away from the fleet group and flew towards the battlefield.

Shande Blacksmith stood on the bridge and stared at their death, sighed, and then waved his hand to signal the fleet to tear open the gap in the subspace to escape.

The Orc fleet had been smashed to pieces by Odmayer's giant shield. Many ship parts mixed with a larger number of Orc corpses were scattered in the universe, and strings of frozen blood bands rotated and floated in the void.

"Father? They said father? Do you know what they are talking about?" Odemaier asked Lin Fan curiously. She had been monitoring the communication between Shande Blacksmith and Osde.

In fact, when she entered this universe, the vast area around her was her monitoring area.

It was useless to listen to the communication between the orcs, and it wasted computing power, so Odemaier focused all her attention on the Iron Warriors' ships.

However, monitoring the Iron Warriors' ships also gave Odemaier a headache. The whispers of the devil kept interfering with her monitoring channel. Many of the missed intelligence were deduced by her logic, so she could only listen roughly.

Among them, the word that was heard the most and had the most intense emotional fluctuations was the compiled word "father".

When Lin Fan heard Odemaier's question, he immediately remembered the cold and indifferent look of Perturabo, the genetic father of the Iron Warriors.

The ultimate arrogance of always being angry, always unhappy, and always thinking that others are not as good as him.

"There's something to talk about about their father, but I can't describe this alone. A disillusioned social Darwinist? What are they going to do?"

"Well. What else can they want to do? Just like the orcs, they want to seize this ship and tarnish Rebecca's new look."

"Hey!" Rebecca shouted in shame and anger, but Odemeier didn't care about that. She picked up Rebecca's pretense.

"Don't pretend. Do I need to remind you what the most common themes are in your gallery?"

"I. I just collect! Do you understand? I don't."

Rebecca's mumbling voice became lower and lower, and this defense sounded unconvincing.

"Ahem." Lin Fan coughed twice. He couldn't see what tricks these two people played in the sea of ​​data, but they were currently fighting, not going on a picnic.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan glanced outside.

Tsk tsk, the orcs were really miserable. They were cut crazily by the giant shield controlled by Odemeier, and any counterattack could not be realized. And according to Odmayer, this is not the performance of the battleship entering combat status. These twelve giant shields are more defensive in nature, used to block superluminal artillery and particle light spears.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Odmayer's brisk laughter came, "Those cans that look like medieval infantry are ready to leave beacons on our ship. What do you think?"

"I always feel that this is an opportunity." Lin Fan touched his chin with his hand. If these Iron Warriors can really lead Perturabo out, he and Odmayer may not be able to catch this rebellious Primarch together.

After thinking for a while, Lin Fan let Odmayer reveal a flaw so that the ships of the Iron Warriors can break through the encirclement of the giant shields and leave marks near the battleship.

If Perturabo does not come, Odmayer only needs to insert the black stone into the Geller Field Generator and pull the power to full to remove the demonic imprint left on the battleship.

Odermayer responded and activated the four giant shields to kill the remaining orcs first. Four giant shields were used to defend the ship, and the remaining four giant shields were used to attack the Iron Warriors' ships.

"Be prepared for the impact!"

Oster shouted, but he knew that a verbal warning alone was meaningless. He had to take actual action to allow the fleet to approach the giant ship and buy time for the evacuation of Sander Blacksmith.

"Drain all demon hosts and sealed demons!"

The order was quickly issued to all parts of the fleet. The Iron Warriors and the mortal auxiliary forces opened the prison together, and while using weapons and firepower to destroy the angry counterattack demons, they did not forget to extract the evil power of the warp from them.

Just as the bottom line that the Iron Warriors adhered to when sneaking into the warp, we only enslave and use demons, rather than let demons become our masters.

A circle of blasphemous shields constructed by the warp energy was generated. These shields had the hideous faces of demons, making the situation inside the shield unclear.

"Tsk. I'm beginning to hate these guys who play witchcraft." Odmayer once again felt that his monitoring array was full of demon whispers and screams, so he simply turned off the monitoring array to avoid being upset.

The giant shield should have hit the shield, just like hitting the shield generated by the green skin Waaagh! Energy, causing layers of ripples.

But the shields made of these warp energies are very different from the Ork shields. Odmayer watched his shield pierce into the shield and then come out from the other side, as if the space in between never existed.

Hellbeasts, as a substitute for Chaos Dreadnoughts, are even more brainless than Khorne Berserkers.