Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

They are crazy.

They are all crazy.

This group! From the Mechanicus! All of them! Totally! madman!

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Enric Barbatos is convinced of his point of view.

Especially when he saw a Mechanical Ark on the bridge [this big guy's external engine thruster was three times larger than the cruiser under his feet], so for the ship, it was completely [drag racing] ] speed, whizzing past the hull of his cruiser, and when the entire cruiser almost capsized in space due to the huge force, the Night Lord almost wanted to notify the artillery platforms on both sides of the battleship. Let’s do the old one-eyed dragon exercise.

The reason why he didn't do this was, firstly, because there was still a slight gap in strength between the Moon-class cruiser at his feet, which was up to five thousand meters long, and the monster in front of him that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Glory Queen-class.

Second, because...

"..."

"Your Majesty, the Emperor..."

Captain Enric was lying on the console in the ship's command room, barely able to stabilize his body amidst the huge shock. One of his hands was placed on the shoulder of the attendant military attache, and the other paw was Placed on top of the mortal captain's head: these three theoretical supreme commanders of the cruiser, just kept the same dumbfounded look at the scene projected by the auspicious device.

The so-called annihilation of all friendly forces was something that the company commander of the Midnight Lords only dared to talk about in vain, but others were obviously serious: not far in front of them, the ship might have come from Switzerland. Zha, or perhaps the Mechanical Ark from other hidden forging worlds, is still rushing towards the front of the battlefield.

In front of it, there are naturally many obstacles. Those ships from other forging worlds are the reason why Enric's cruisers, and even the main fleet of the entire Eighth Legion, have to stagnate at the outermost edge of the battlefield.

However, unlike the Night Lord who can only stare blankly: looking at the types of ships in the entire human empire, it can also be called the giant Mechanical Ark, and there is obviously one more choice.

So, under the admiring eyes of Enric and others, this Mechanical Ark crashed into the [Friendly Siege] in front of it without hesitation, arrogantly squeezing away friendly ships from other forging worlds, even for those The reckless elements who dared to provoke openly revealed the Nova Cannon on the bow of the ship and the dense array of thousands of weapons on both sides.

Suddenly, the public communication platform of the Mechanicum was filled with all kinds of harmonious and friendly binary codes. The number even overflowed the boundaries of the public platform, and indirectly invaded the legion channels of the Night Lords: every Kang In the ears of the son of Rad, there are all kinds of strange combinations of zeros and ones, as well as cordial greetings to the friendly casting furnaces or mechanical beliefs.

Midnight Ghost listened to the friendly communication storm in the communication channel that was as noisy as thunder. While looking at the cruisers that were the same as him, and even the battleships that were more powerful than his own ship, they were swaying and their center of gravity was thrown away just because of a scrape with the gravitational turbulence near the Mechanical Ark. It looked like the main battlefield.

Enric suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with being accommodating to friendly forces sometimes: You see, compared to the treatment of other forging worlds, this Mechanical Ark at least knew how to stagger when facing Conrad's heirs. , overtaking on the other side.

How could he treat such a polite friendly army roughly?

As soon as Enric's words came out, the adjutant next to him and the mortal captain on the other side nodded repeatedly. Both of them were moved by the profound righteousness of their immediate boss.

However, the most important point is: with such a big man opening the way in front of Enric and others, there is a quick passage to the front of the battle line.

At the other end of the passage is the most intense place of this war: the place where their genetic father Conrad lives.

To any Night Lord present, this was no less than the Emperor stepping on floating clouds, with golden light shining on his back, singing hymns on his wings, and descending in front of any Word Bearer with the dignity of a god.

Enric lay on the console and looked straight at the passage: this road was so wide in the chaotic battlefield, he could see it clearly without even using an auspicious device to assist in the investigation. It turns out that this is a road big enough for three cruisers to pass side by side. There are many ships from other forces on both sides that were confused by the Mechanical Ark, but many of them are already turning, and even more In the distance, there are other ships crowded on the periphery of the battlefield, rushing towards here.

"..."

"The emperor's human skin cloak..."

Seeing the unexpected surprise in front of him, Enric didn't even give the order immediately. He and the adjutant who was also an Astartes were stunned for a second, until the mortal captain on the other side looked at them in awe. The two glanced at each other, tentatively stretched out their hands and pushed.

"Sir, should we set off directly, or contact other ships of the legion to form a combat formation and move forward: Do you need me to give instructions to the communication room?"

"..."

Enric opened his mouth, but he did not immediately answer the mortal captain's words: because it was in this mortal's question. The Terran veteran suddenly realized a proposal that was very attractive to him.

If, if he can become the first, or even the only, ship in the legion that can rush to the front line before this road is re-crowded by other ships: then does he qualify as a The primarch, an indispensable force in this battle, fought side by side with his genetic father?

"..."

At this moment, Enric Barbatos, who had just been scolding the Forge Worlds with his battle brothers in the legion's communication channel for seizing the magpie's nest and not being considerate of friendly forces, happily infected his heart. Hei stood in the position he hated the most ten minutes ago.

What a joke!

Although he scolded these oil guys for blocking the road to the battle line and snatching fighter planes: But if all the opportunities can be concentrated in the hands of Eric alone, then why not?

Be the only reinforcement beside their genetic father?

"..."

The Night Lord took a deep breath.

Although even if it is a fair competition, Enric is confident that he can rely on his own force and the strength of his team to get a position next to the father of genes: but in this kind of thing, multiple choices are always better than single choices.

"hiss……"

Between this huge temptation and the friendship between battle brothers, Midnight Ghost chose to struggle for a second: not even a second, then he opened his mouth and gave orders to the two people next to him.

"go ahead."

"At full power! Let's drive the ship into the channel first."

"Then...then after we drive into the passage, you can send a notification to other ships through the public channel and tell them that there is a fast passage here."

"..."

The mortal captain blinked.

"Sir, don't we need to wait for other legion ships to arrive and move forward together?"

"..."

Enric glanced at the increasingly narrow passage in front of him and grinned.

"No matter what they do."

"...What? Sir?"

"..."

"I said……"

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"Leave them alone!"

Fel-Zarost screamed.

The Captain of the Night Lords, Konrad's elite think tank, was screaming at his lieutenants and mortal captains, his voice echoing horribly through the command room.

"Turn! Turn!"

"Stay away from these Mechanicus lunatics!"

"The enemy's ground-based weapons and anti-aircraft firepower have been aimed at our area of ​​space. We need to find a safer place to airdrop. Stop fucking with those crazy people!"

Zarost roared at a high decibel level that he had never reached in his life, shouting at every mortal officer or communicator he could catch, trying his best to fight in this terrible war. Protect his own cruiser in the storm, as well as several nearby Eighth Legion battleships.

As for the others?

He can't control these uncles!

Think Tank licked his lips. He found that his teeth and tongue were full of blood. He was not sure whether he bit it accidentally or fell during the shock of the artillery battle just now. However, he had no time to care about these small problems: The Night Lord must constantly stare at the projection device in front of him to ensure that his cruiser will not be inexplicably torn to pieces by anything on the battlefield in the next second.

"..."

Conrad's heir took a short breath: The Eighth Legion has never been famous for its naval battles in the void, and Zarost himself has never seen much of the fighting that took place in space, but even a person as ignorant as he is, He was also 100% sure that what was happening in front of him now was definitely not a normal naval battle.

Ulan Huda, this behemoth that emerged from the ghoul stars, can be called the [most extreme] guy even in the heretical forging world. It is resisting in vain, or madly, from After being encircled and suppressed by the endless imperial army, after confirming that he had no way out. This predator furnace used its various methods to viciously tell everyone present what kind of person could survive in the darkness outside the territory.

Countless indescribable weapons were fired into the void from the surface and core of this heretic forge world, with a range that could even cover a quarter of the galaxy. In the airtight metal shell of Ulan Huda, they occasionally shot out destruction. The endless torrential rain, like a machine gun slaughtering a front line of charging soldiers, tore countless battleships, cruisers and even battleships to pieces, sometimes calling out void vortices or space collapses that were simply incomprehensible with science and technology, causing the steel behemoth to be destroyed from the inside. Direct explosions turn into silent splendor on the battlefield. At other times, the Predator Forge will use propulsion technology that the Human Empire has never mastered to directly send a small continent on its surface like an unstoppable force. Like a meteorite, it smashed a bloody hole in the array of the imperial fleet, and it also shot out plasma fire and dark matter rays like blood-colored ribbons in all directions.

As for the swarm of physical drones that gnawed away countless drones and small battleships like a swarm, or the Void Titan that no one could recognize and walked on the surface, it was completely different from the previous methods. A piece of cake.

Under such a blow, countless imperial ships are being expelled from the void. They are like fireworks blooming, and the debris of the explosion is flying into the sky: but in the next second, there will be more imperial ships, replacing From their position, with more fanatical loyalty, launched a new, wave-like charge.

In less than half an hour, the casualties in this battle exceeded the sum of all the naval battles stored in Zarost's memory during the century-old campaign: Conrad's heirs even lost their lives on such a battlefield. The courage to make great achievements, now he only thinks about preserving the small fleet in his hands, and he will do whatever it takes to get closer to the original body's "Night".

If he is destined to be broken into pieces in this battle, then no matter what, he must be broken into pieces next to the father of genes, right?

But this simple dream is quite difficult to implement: because even on such a chaotic battlefield, as the ship of the Primarch, the Glory Queen-class [Nightfall] is still the most powerful existence. Of course, they rushed to the forefront of the imperial fleet, near the eye of this devastating storm.

Zarost glanced at the cruiser in his hand. and the few destroyers or smaller ships next to it. He took another look at the torn battleships on the way forward. I just feel that the future is bleak.

But before he could sigh, the dazzling macro light that was enough to penetrate the void caused the Midnight Lord's pupils to boil like poisonous water: On the surface of the Predator's Forge, a huge three-piece structure appeared. The three cannon holes fired different rays, one of which was barely considered plasma, turning an entire fleet that had a slight encounter with it into ashes.

As for the other two, it was completely impossible to tell what kind of energy weapons they were. They either turned hundreds of warships into meaningless void energy, or crushed them into foam-like substances, with hard metal shells. The sound of being randomly crushed in the void can even cause auditory hallucinations in ears thousands of miles away.

Not to mention, while these rays were being emitted, the entire channel was completely occupied by countless sounds of melting metal. This was undoubtedly the fourth attack launched at the same time.

Following this, there are countless Omnissiah believers...

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cheer?

Before Eric could recover from the strange cheers, his apocalypse and communication channel captured the craziest scene.

"Plasma!!!!"

I saw a main battleship from the forging world Reza, with the roar of "plasma" fanatically shouting in the captain's public channel, directly ramming into the location of the triple gun muzzle, floating beside the battleship A strange invisible shield allowed it to withstand thousands of firepowers on the surface, creating a hard hole in the huge void.

The next moment, from one end to the other, all the warships on the battlefield began to move towards the loophole in the void shield, rushing to attack the shortcomings finally exposed by the Predator's Forge, and the [Night Veil] took the lead, opening The preparation ceremony for the airdrop.

Through the projector, Zarost saw all this clearly: his genetic father did not lie to them, he was really prepared to fight against everyone, including those crazy oil guys, in this battle. ahead.

At this moment, whether it was the loyalty of the Astartes to the Primarch, or the shock of the absurdity of the battlefield in front of him, or the stimulation of the blood in his teeth: under the combined effect of all the combined elements, when Zaros When Te raised his head and looked at the officers beside him who were waiting for orders, he could hear his own voice, gritted teeth.

"accelerate!"

"Full throttle!"

"Gather all the remaining energy on the void shield!"

"Hit me!"

"Get to the ground!"

"..."

"Go to the Primarch!"