Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The macrocannons could only hit the illusion created by the Eldar warships, and the trail of tail flames left by their accelerated engines. The vast majority of the empire's ships faced the Eldar warships and often had to be passively beaten. Few ships are actually lucky enough to pour their firepower onto the Eldar's fragile and nimble warships.

Not to mention the two strike cruisers that were seriously damaged and almost disintegrated. The macro cannon shot just now was the blessing of the emperor and the manifestation of all the gods. If there is another macro cannon salvo, this warship that carries the glory of the chapter will really disintegrate.

The sound of dripping water droplets came from the dark corridor. This was not the liquid in the condenser tube. They had destroyed most of the equipment of this ship when the Dark Eldar invaded, just to make this ship The ship cannot escape from their harvest.

The sound of dripping liquid was still heard. Bashar, the third company commander of the Shark Chapter, stared silently at the passage, analyzing how many of the Chapter's servants died on the upper deck.

one thousand? two thousand? even more?

Anxious emotions grew from the bottom of his heart. Bashar didn't care about the life and death of mortals, but he did have a headache in replenishing the number of servants of the war group.

He thought about this planet. Maybe after they clean up the aliens on the planet, they can ask the governor to collect a reward, ranging from equipment to blood tax.

As for rejection?

In this dark and dying sector, no one will refuse the request of a bloodthirsty shark...

"Captain Bashar." The call came from the communicator installed in the helmet. The heavily encrypted channel was almost unknown to anyone outside the Shark Chapter.

Bashar did not reply, like a shark hunting in the ocean, choosing its prey carefully and ruthlessly.

His lightning claws radiate a dangerous azure, a weapon that has slaughtered countless foes over his centuries of ruthless and loyal service.

But none of them could leave any traces in the Lightning Claw's position, leaving only valuable combat experience engraved into Bashar's reaction nerves.

Crossing the viscera pit made of Dark Eldar corpses, Bashar heard another call from his men under the broken light.

"The alien army has grown larger, and an alien fleet has surrounded us."

"Drive the battleship and prepare to join the gang."

"What to do with the Lamenters Chapter?"

"They will continue to atone for their sins."

The communication ended, and Bashar heard the painful struggle of the warship. What this battleship needs is time to repair, not to be plunged into dangerous war again.

But Bashar has long been accustomed to this, and this warship must also get used to it. In this dark and helpless universe, the Shark Chapter has long been on the verge of extinction, but they will not rest, nor will they pray to the Emperor for mercy.

There are so many aliens and dangers in this dark universe that their duty never ends.

In the control bridge, the chaplain of the third company of the Shark Chapter was watching the remaining Chapter servants maintain the operation of the battleship.

He made a few quick gestures to the pharmacist and asked him how the captain was doing.

"I'm trying to keep him alive." The pharmacist noticed the priest's gesture and responded to the priest's inquiry through the precision instrument placed in his backpack.

Mortal captains have been strengthened and transformed to adapt to the mental impact of huge battleships. But the vicious Dark Eldar used their weapons to inflict pain on the warship, which was transmitted into the captain's brain.

The captain, who had served the Chapter for a long time, was sitting crookedly on the mechanical control chair, spitting out dark and hot blood. The pharmacist injected various precious medicines into his body and continuously scanned the captain's physical condition.

"We must move towards their warship. The macrogun system has failed and the light spear array lacks energy." The technical sergeant explained the situation and used his engineering backpack to repair the damage in the bridge.

This exchange revealed a strange silence. In the eyes of other surviving technicians, these emperor's angels of death were just making a few gestures.

The only information that can be received by mortals in this bridge is the crackle of flames burning the wires, the scream of the auspicious device failing, the captain's weak vomiting of blood, and the buzzing sound of the engineering backpack's medical backpack starting up.

"Drive the battleship."

The pastor spoke, and his voice was not hoarse, but rather gentle. But those present would not take this gentleness as an indication of his mood.

The technicians looked at each other. They knew that the condition of this battleship was already very bad. Squeezing the battleship to sail like this would only cause the battleship to disintegrate directly in the void.

"Sir..." A technician spoke boldly, but before he could finish speaking, the technical sergeant of the Man-Eating Shark blocked his mouth.

"Advance fifteen units. We can jump gangs at that location. It's a very extreme distance, but I believe the emperor will protect us."

"But this battleship will definitely disintegrate after sailing 15 units!"

The technician shouted in horror, while the other technicians behind him lowered their heads in silence.

The priest looked at the boldly shouting technician coldly and weighed the atonement scepter in his hand.

Killing intent and disgust locked onto the technician, and the technician also felt this. His legs were shaking, and his lips were pale as if he was about to die.

"It's all death anyway..."

"Then we have to die on the way to charge."

The priest's voice was so gentle that the technicians had a momentary hallucination. The terrifying and murderous giant in front of them seemed like a gentle elder.

But when the priest's cold iron hand grasped his head, the illusion fell apart.

No screams or cries of fear were heard. The priest crushed his head easier than crushing a watermelon, and used this headless corpse to show other personnel what they should do.

This kind of indifferent killing made the technical personnel terrified. Looking at the indifference of the technical sergeants and pharmacists, they knew that their thinking was the same.

These Space Marines don't care about their life or death, the only thing they care about is how much use value they have.

The impatient knocking sound came, and the technicians woke up as if from a dream. They hurriedly operated the battleship. Their proficiency trained at the Imperial Naval Academy overcame their physical fear.

The warship moved and headed towards the direction of the Eldar fleet. Sparks exploded from the console, releasing deadly lightning. The unconscious captain also vomited more blood. His body twitched violently, and he could no longer bear the strong dissatisfaction expressed by the battleship's machine soul.

Considering the extremely low movement speed of the Poison Blade, being able to avoid the Gaussian beam is considered a blessing from the Emperor.