Chapter 203 He Still Likes Bomb Ships

Chapter 203 He doesn’t like bomb ships that much

Pan Lan’s star port has something new and interesting, so many imperial merchants come together and leave happily. The essence of that thing is not too complicated. It’s just that the Mechanical Governor wants to recast that world and buy scrap iron, to be precise, large void spaceships.

The old rags can also be exchanged for Imperial Throne Coins at half the purchase price with the generosity of the Casting Governor. In addition, there are equivalent dried meat or starch food, large equipment in the Casting World, and even a small number of Imperial military-level weapons and "killer weapons" like Sentinel Mecha.

And the tattered Pan Lan can offer such a rich reward that the imperial merchants have to sigh at the heavy foundation of the Casting World, but that thing is not normal at all.

After all, there is steel everywhere in the world, so there is no need to buy it. But everyone has money, so don't worry too much. The more you know, the faster you die. In addition, the power of the Sun Lord (the warmaster of the Star Army, appointed by the High Lord, who listens to orders but not announcements) can also help them destroy the registration order of the ship.

Because all interstellar spaceships are registered, they are required to belong to one or more star fleets.

After a ship is registered, it is considered to have its own identity. The Fleet Administration will record and manage the shipping of the registered ship in each star field.

Ships that are not outside a star field are not allowed to sail outside the star field unless they are granted permission by the Fleet Administration.

It is purely an identification measure. Any ship without identity and registration will be considered an enemy and will be attacked and destroyed.

Generally speaking, it can only be destroyed after returning to Mars or the forge world where it was born, but the empire is huge, and there are countless ships destroyed in the void. With the words of the Sun Lord, there is no obstacle for the Mechanicus to purchase ships.

As a result, a large number of commercial transport ships were moored at the starport. Those things were broken and rusty. It was hard to imagine that they could operate normally in the void. Some of their machine souls were even occupied by humans a long time ago.

They had rich experience and a long history, but Ming was no longer important because they had a new mission, which was to severely injure the enemies of the empire, which was something they could not do no matter how much cargo they transported. The mechanical priests who knew the inside story praised those machine souls from the bottom of their hearts, and they would soon achieve real great achievements.

Considering that the mechanical spirits could not speak human words, otherwise Alan Baier could feel that those ancient warships must have cursed when the mechanical priests filled their ancient engine pistons with a large amount of explosives and excess fuel.

The mechanical engines that covered the sky and the moon were abandoned by their masters who had been loyal for hundreds and thousands of years for just a few throne coins. The crew members who lived there were reluctant to leave and were driven into the new ships. Generations of people living there even used to live in the boiler room as a family name, and live in the engine area as an honor.

But they also knew that it was rare for old ships to be replaced with new ones, not to mention that a star region paid for them. Usually, merchants would find it troublesome to deal with large ships, but now someone helped them.

Countless old warships were filled with explosives, and mechanical priests kept going, and who those big treasures were prepared for, the answer was actually about to come out.

Sun Lord, Alan Baier took off his thick golden armor. The powerful armor of the holy relic level specially provided by the Military Affairs Department was the treasure of the generations of Sun Lords. It could defend against most enemy attacks, but Alan Baier was not used to wearing it, and it was ugly.

But the armor that had been worn by a great man like Macharius was still one of the rarest things he had ever touched. However, that golden thing did not meet Elanbar's aesthetic standards, and it was very likely that he would not be able to shoot a black gun in the future.

Black guns are the most important.

Thinking of this, the Casting Governor next to him said. "I didn't expect that it was the Sun Lord, the Warmaster of the Astra Militarum..."

Elanbar replied. "Don't mention that name, it's unlucky."

Yes, the name of the Sun Lord actually means the Imperial Guard, yes, the Warmaster of the Astra Militarum, that is, the Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum, and at the same time has the command of all the mortals in the Empire, but the Empire is now under attack everywhere, and the gathered forces are limited to thousands of warships. Elanbar had achieved this before becoming the Sun Lord.

Although there will definitely be warships to return later, he will not need such a large force at that time. In other words, the Sun Lord represents breaking the shackles of Guilliman's Astartes Codex on the Imperial Forces, that is, the limitation of only being able to operate soldiers outside his own star zone.

If the Imperial forces of more than one sector are united, it means rebellion, so the Astra Militarum often seems weak in the face of a huge heretic alien invasion.

Sectors cannot cooperate with each other, but Space Marines can. In other words, before the special approval of the Sun Lord or the High Lord, the Imperial Guard cannot gather forces beyond one sector, so that the invasion scale reaches the boundary of a sector's defense, and then the Empire's sector will be wiped out like an instant extinguishing.

The Sun Lord represents the ability to command several sectors and be legal and reasonable. This is the only patch for the High Lord Council to face the Blackheart King. Even if they are dull and stupid in the eyes of most people, can they never forget it?

They are the elite among the elites of the Empire, 12 out of billions of people, the most selfish, ruthless, and lawless things.

They are not crazy, what does the empire need? Since that sector gave them time and proved themselves, I want to know that Alan Bair stayed there for two full years, so that Terra could handle that matter as quickly as possible, even if the subspace storm caused information confusion , but the Rogue Trader still went out.

In that aspect, the Black Heart King would have failed to steal the chicken and lose a lot of rice. Otherwise, the cohesion of the Imperial Guard would definitely not be as high as it is now.

And Alan Bayer answered the Governor. "He didn't expect those high lords to be so straightforward and have such a hard time handing over their power."

replied the Governor. "It's not a question of strength, but survival. The empire is like a living thing. If it becomes terminally ill due to heretics and aliens, its immune cells will run wildly, whether it's good or bad."

Alan Bair nodded. "That's right, Ruming's huge army spanning three star regions consumes enough supplies every day to drain a whole world dry. Even if the entire empire is transporting blood there, the opportunity they can wait for is still not long."

The Governor wanted to say something, but before his grille rang, the sound of patting military boots appeared. Then they turned their heads. Caifash Kane, the hero of the empire was striding forward. He was determined and his eyes were shining. , like a statue.

But in his heart, he was thinking that he would test whether the warships there could escape intact, but what was the situation there?

Kane was a little uneasy. He just wanted to see dozens of Imperial assault ships equipped with sub-light speed, and make sure that those things were good enough so that he could run away when his ship was attacked or bombed by the Black Heart King. quick.

"Fire attack ship?" The hero of the empire raised his head and said with a bright smile, caressing the old ship, and read out the name of the tactic.

(A fire attack ship is an old ship loaded with large amounts of incendiary and explosive materials. It is often guided into the center of an enemy fleet and explodes. The resulting explosion can cause serious damage to surrounding ships. .)

(The first use of fireships in the Gothic War was during the Defense of Delos, when Commodore Kurtz used two fireships to weaken the Unforgiven, a fearsome Chaos Destruction-class cruiser)

"Yes, no, Chief of Staff Kane." Alan Beyer replied.

Kane rubbed the tip of his nose. "He once felt that he was somewhat proficient in tactics (escaping), but the will of Lord Sun Lord made him unclear."

But he was once again surprised by the youth of Alan Bair. Although he often showed different maturity, becoming the Sun Lord was still too outrageous. In such a glorious person, Macarius has been forever consigned to history. , after all, he took back the entire world of Wan Empire for the empire.

Alan Beyer said. "He had information that traitors were ambushing them in the warp."

"A tactic often used by heretics is that they will not activate Geller's position. I heard that you have witnessed subspace with your own eyes?" Kane said tit for tat, but he was indeed a little curious in that aspect.

"Nonsense talk, what about subspace!" Alan Bair retorted firmly, and Kane also knew what subspace was, and he had wrongly dealt with demons.

"Oh, that's wrong, who is driving the fire attack ship? The machine spirit will not hit the enemy." Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Kane changed the topic. He didn't want to talk about the power of the Supreme Sky in such a place. At least the people there can be some apprentice judge of the Tribunal or something.

"Tita's worker bees, that kind of electronic soul can be artificially designed. They just need to wait for a while, and the Titanium will provide the battleships there with a soul that is willing to accept death." Alan Bair answered.

"A bold idea." Kane was a little frightened. At least he shouldn't have said it so openly.

"Don't be afraid, the Sun Lord has great power, not to mention that he has never been disobedient to the high lords. It is not difficult for him to imagine what he will go through when he is worthless." Alan Bair saw it clearly, but he had nothing to deny. Even those who are barefoot and afraid of wearing shoes are those who are gifted by the high lord.

Kane was a little scared, afraid that he would be drawn into revenge rather than that the Empire would actually do it, but he couldn't argue with that.

"He...he went to get some Tanner tea." He stuttered, and even showed his "true heart" for a moment, but Alan Bayer nodded and allowed the hero to go to a place where no one was and cry like a child.

When the patter of military boots left, the Mechanical Governor began to give the initial blessing to those fire attack ships, bathing and burning incense, and singing scriptures. They moved forward like martyrs. Even though they were old, there was a raging fire (physical fire) outside. .

And in order to ensure the lethality, the outside of the fire attack ship can also be filled with additional materials, nuclear bombs, hydrogen bombs, and even antimatter and subspace bombs paid from the Eldar.

Subspace bombs are also effective outside the subspace. The bomb will become like a space travel, instantly tearing the battleship in half, like a knife cutting it. Especially if the bomb is activated without activating the defensive cover, it can Achieving destruction on an asteroid scale.

The only drawback is that it is too small and can be carefully installed on the warships most likely to encounter the enemy.

At this moment, Alan Bayer looked at the battleship in front of him again. Yes, whether it was a trap or not, there was no need to think about it. But in many cases, traps can also become opportunities. In the face of human subjective mobility, any conspiracy and conspiracy can be suppressed. It will all appear unreasonable.

He has wronged many bastards in the past and it will never change even now, and now he has more power.

He picked up his noble hand and ground coffee. He didn't expect that there were still crops like cocoa beans in that era. Although it was completely different from the Terra era, the caffeine still existed.

Sugar, milk, carefully stirred, rich and addictive, just like victory.

He was looking forward to the faces of the traitors when they saw the group of babies. He couldn't enter the warp or drive them. What happened next was unknown. The destruction of Huron must be the last chance.

He didn't think that the brain-dead merchant would continue to be reused. Rewards and punishments were clear, which was the secret of the Blackheart King. He was stronger than Abaddon. He used talents instead of warriors.

Facing that smart, cunning, and difficult brother, sometimes he had to admit that the troubles of the orcs were more often because of their closeness to the Skadi people, but the Blackheart King had more of the feeling of being a king and unattainable.

But it was still difficult for Alanbair to distinguish the superior and inferior of his enemies. There was no one who could easily be mistaken. In that dark place full of monsters and demons, whether it was a beast-like demon host, a crazy greenskin, or a gene stealer that could parasitize the Tau, they were all things that could wipe out several worlds.

Yes... the Astra Militarum was one of them. That was the way the universe was. There were no good people, no good things, only survival, killing, and moisture.

After the prayer, hundreds of old commercial ships flew in the sky. The Tau installed AI to operate them, the subspace engine started, and the Mandeville Point was torn apart. A wandering merchant left Panlan overnight and was ready to return to his master through the real subspace shortcut he had exchanged with the Blackheart King, because his mission was completed.

Destiny turned with a click. The Imperial Guard, Space Marines, traitors, the Blackheart King, and the greenskins were all stirred together, like a cup of bitter coffee forming a Gothic symphony in the dark galaxy, like caffeine.

Bitter, desperate, uncomfortable, exciting, addictive and poisonous at the same time.

Warhammer is like this, it is unhealthy, it is abnormal, it is not good, but it is addictive. It is the aggregation of all the worst qualities of human beings, and it also makes every bit of beauty clear. Milk tastes smooth because of coffee, and sugar tastes rich because of bitterness.

The fire attack ship passed through the shield of the subspace and the real physical universe, emitting a purple halo. War, start the war, against the enemies of the empire.