Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

Yifeng happily drove towards the waiting ship People's Light. When he got there, he was dumbfounded.

Indeed, the desolate galaxy is full of destroyed enemy ships, and the huge hull of the People's Light is surrounded by wandering Fengyun-class battleships.

What is very rare is that they carried out an arduous battle of jumping gangs, and the mortal gang jumping "flying bricks" also served as auxiliary force to smash into the enemy ships.

Yifeng immediately called other ships, "Everyone, prepare for battle. Something may have happened to the flagship."

"Commander, the flagship has opened a shielding field, and we cannot communicate with them."

"The landing force is ready to fight. Can the flagship landing module be opened normally? What does the Fengyun-class battleship say?"

"Surrounding ships said they got the news that the first-level alert state was activated, and then the flagship turned on all shields."

Yifeng patted the door and called the veteran outside the door to come in and ask him to take over the command.

The flagship has an emergency passage, which is a maintenance port and an area where external maintainers return after taking action. However, we usually use space manta rays for maintenance, so the maintenance port was converted into an emergency passage.

Only three people are qualified to open that channel. If you open it illegally, you will be beaten.

Yifeng's key is hidden in his tooth. It was the place where Macado's token was hidden before, but now it is the key.

"Back to the Wei army, prepare the jet power plant."

When Yifeng turned around, Kazaniv stood behind him almost face to face.

"what happened?"

"I felt something was wrong."

"Which aspect?"

"My will tells me that I will fight to the end with anyone who dares to be our enemy, but my body instinctively feels disgust in that direction. No, it cannot be said to be disgust, as if there is... .A subspace warning, so to speak.”

"I understand. You lead the Terminators to assist the gang members and clean up all the enemy ships. I will install the plug-in."

Yifeng used the fire backpack for the first time, the direct-fire missiles on his chest, the melt spray guns hanging on his arms, and the additional armor in the gaps...

To be on the safe side, Anthony Dauntless was also awakened.

Generally speaking, when leaving the battle of the flagship, Yifeng would bring a fearless person with him, just in case something happened to him, someone could take over the command.

Anthony was very excited as soon as he came out. There were battleships and wreckage jumping around everywhere. It must be a big scene.

Yifeng: You go and take command.

Anthony: Chapter Master! You can't do this. You torture yourself every day under the power of anti-psionic energy. Don't torture me! You told me to stay in the command position and not move. What if I got excited and smashed the command podium?

Yifeng: You won’t.

Anthony: Chapter Master, everything is uncertain. I am a fearless veteran! I have a bad temper!

Yifeng: The price of the command podium is (has been kept confidential and silenced). Well, now you won’t smash the command podium when you hit the technical sergeant.

Anthony: ........

Technical Sergeant: (Stunned, confused, turned around, threw smoke bombs, and ran away super fast)

After saying hello, Yifeng led Bei Weijun onto the small spaceship. The identity signal mark always lit up at the maximum frequency, and he sailed into the range of the close-in defense gun at a slow speed.

Level one alert, if you are not careful you will be identified as an enemy.

Bei Weijun followed Yifeng and jumped to the emergency passage platform without any danger. To be on the safe side, Yifeng even tied a Yitiaobang shield to his arm so that he could block it once.

As soon as the door was opened and the verification was passed, the mechanical hatch opened, and Yifeng's face glowed instantly.

The flashing red warning lights in the passage and the empty corridor all showed the urgency of the situation.

"Go to the nearest communication terminal immediately."

After closing the door behind them, the two veterans guarded the spot while the other soldiers dispersed and searched cautiously.

The eyes hidden in the darkness slowly retreated away from this area.

The team had an unimpeded path, and the open area allowed them to pass through. Yifeng's body was tingling. He was not wearing a normal type of armor, and the weapon vest on his back needed to be equipped with pads.

The last time I was covered in weapons was when I was fighting greenskins.

When Yifeng came to the communication terminal, he finally felt relieved.

"Team 1, follow me. Team 2, go back and guard the gate. Be careful. An Astartes from the cage has escaped. You are allowed to kill him directly."

Pseudo-Sanglis was covered with gravity particles up and down, left and right, and the soldiers held gravity guns and continued to fire into the interior as if for free, compressing the opponent's area of ​​activity.

There were a lot of debris floating in the air, and Archangel plunged into the gravity floating range many times. Ordinary gravity guns couldn't stop him, but he had wings!

The area he is leading now is a trap area that attracted him after several warriors sacrificed their lives. It is a large gravity trap in the internal defense of the Esoteric warship.

This time the pseudo-archangel is more violent than the last time, and the brothers left behind by the Dawn Angel Chapter have been preventing us from using other weapons, resulting in the current situation being stuck here, with no way to advance or retreat.

Yifeng's arrival made everyone sigh in relief.

"Teacher, what should we do?"

"How did you capture him last time?"

"That's how it is now. He didn't struggle like this last time. He was completely suppressed after entering the trap. We easily activated the stasis stance to lock him."

"Well, it didn't work this time... Then how did he escape this time? Is there something wrong with the stasis stance?"

"It's man-made destruction, that's..."

"I understand. In other words, in the event of an accident caused by insufficient surrounding security, the stasis power will still be effective."

Dawn Angel was a little ashamed, but that was not the point.

"Contact the Anos Glory to come quickly for support, release stasis weapons, and advance slowly."

The Dark Eldar obtained two stasis weapons. One is a biological stasis weapon, which essentially cuts off the connection between the soul and the body. The other is a full range lock.

"Bring both, advance slowly, and have the technical sergeants prepare the small stasis stance assembly generator."

To be precise, it means moving the stasis stance directly here with the energy pipe, and then moving it back after it is completed.

The angel's wings kept vibrating, and he roared furiously at one of our bald pharmacists. The pharmacist also had a bad temper. He was the son of Dorne and had been treating the White Scars and Dorne's cubs all year round. His mouth was bigger than a Motta's. Li An was still stinky, and despite the Dawn Angel's persuasion, he began to scold him from afar.

The soldier who died just now was his favorite recruit.

Upon hearing this, Yifeng quietly sent a message: "Continue, don't stop, attract his attention."

Fortunately, he rushed over and tried to kill someone, but if he had more sense, the pseudo-archangel would have been able to tear open the floor with his hands and smash the trap equipment with one punch.

The problem is that the Anos Glory is still under repair. It was beaten to pieces by demons last time. Now a group of technical sergeants are transferring equipment from the battleship and then sailing from the Stone City Forge World on a Fengyun-class battleship.

"Commander, do we need to lift the alert range?"

"I will give you one day. Within one day, Kazanev can wipe out all the enemy's warships. I believe him. You must also catch the guy who escaped from prison within this time, otherwise you will open the shipyard and let him go." He makes no difference.”

"All battleships, be prepared to physically pull the loot."

......

Three days later, the Imperial Navy's pursuit force came to this area and saw the wreckage of several frigates, with many piles of corpses piled inside, with the flags of the Red Torrent, the Lamenter, and the Angel of Dawn on them.

This situation was soon known to Guilliman as the subspace communication interference disappeared. At this time, he was leading a huge expedition fleet towards Ultramar together with the Ultramarines army.

There are nine expeditionary armies, one from the Taiping Star Region, two from the Storm Star Region, and three each from the Obscure Star Region and the Extreme Star Region.

The maelstrom area is the area he plans to clear, and this time he will clean it up in one go.

Originally, he had ordered the fleet to turn around, but after learning that the Macragge crisis was resolved and the Red Flood troops were pursuing them, he ordered the fleet to return to its original war goal.

"Your Majesty the Regent, Hero Felix died in battle, who should take over that position?"

"Sir, Macragge's troops have been assembled and are launching a counterattack. Do we need to assist them?"

"My lord..." "My lord..."

Guilliman has spent eight hundred years in the midst of countless inquiries. His mind is calm, and he is reviewing government affairs quickly on the Macragge's Glory.

Gently, he inserted a report and nailed it to the wall with one hand. There were already dozens of reports on it, forming a complete chain of conspiracy.

Then he stood up and looked around. Dozens of different blackboards and low walls were filled with dense conspiracies involving politics, military, faith and other fields.

Guilliman held the report of Honso's invasion in his hand. He hesitated, found a new mobile blackboard, nailed it up, and then retreated between the two walls.

The web of conspiracies was so intertwined that he could only make a simple classification, as he was good at doing.

"Lord Regent, Great Sage Caul's request for an interview is about the information coming from the Crimson Fist Chapter."

"Enter."

It's another clone of Caul, you can tell from its size.

"You are well, Great Sage, do you have any important information?"

The Great Sage followed the set procedure and recited Guilliman's great names one after another, and the Regent was so familiar with him that he even continued to review government affairs.

Back then, Malcador was reviewing government affairs while chatting with him... and Alpharius.

"My lord," Caul's tone switched to another mode, and Guilliman knew the point was coming. "One of my clones was attacked by the Dark Angels. The last news from the battleship was that their blockade failed."

"Your guess as to why they attacked you is..."

"I don't know, but this is definitely not a misunderstanding." Caul took the report of the Crimson Fist. Among the expeditionary forces led by the Dark Angel, only the Crimson Fist and the Destroyer Chapter were "outsiders", and the others were Lions. The Sons of the King, reported by the Crimson Fists, discovered that the Adeptus Mechanicus' ships were under attack, but they were soon separated by the warships of several Chapters.

At that time, they also held a war meeting to discuss an attack plan for a small world that was not worth mentioning.

Guilliman read the report, and the Crimson Fists observed little.

"Call, how many clones have you lost recently."

"It's too many to count, sir. My clones can't be contacted all the time."

Guilliman chuckled, "Do you have too many enemies, too many enemies who want to kill you, and too many reasons, so you answered "I don't know?"

"My lord, I have put together a list of possible reasons."

Then, Kaur printed out a list of tens of meters in the smallest font size.

While speaking just now, he made some classifications of the reasons he could show to Guilliman.

"Kaul, I won't ask the Crimson Fist and Dark Angels about this. This is trying to sow discord between those war groups, but I will definitely give you an answer. After this expedition, I will go there myself. Stonehold, to visit my old friends and speak with their Chapter Master."

"As for any compensation or resources you want, you can take whatever you want."

"This is another purpose of mine, Prince Regent. The deployment is complete and Pharos can operate normally. The Imperial Army is ready, but we still have little idea of ​​how to use it. I suggest using a large number of creatures for experiments, which will require mobilizing some resource....."

Some of what Kaul said is astronomical.

In the current state of the empire, Kaur's way of taking resources is to grab resources from other forces.

"We must guarantee the expedition. Other resources are up to you."

Kaur took this "Sword of Shang Fang" and left here.

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On the turbulent waves, a roughly carved iceberg is chopping the waves. The sky is dark, dark clouds cover the sky all year round, and the bright sun can only be seen for a few days every year.

The life of the local people is very difficult. There is only one piece of land in the world, and terrifying giant beasts live on it. Human life is very difficult.

Many people gave up fighting the giant beasts on the ground and moved to the slightly calmer sea.

It's not that the monsters in the sea are inferior to those on land, but that most of the great terrors lurk under the deep sea, and very few emerge to the surface.

A sailor was struggling to cut the ice with a long snow-white knife. The eternal ice was easily broken. He quickly created a wild-shaped ice plug and quickly ran downwards. , stuffed it into the breach of the ice ship.

Most of the glaciers are fresh water, which freezes at zero degrees, but the seawater here is rich in various salt ions and does not freeze until about one degree below zero.

The planet's ocean temperature is controlled between these two all year round.

The brother below wore thick fur gloves on his hands, took the ice plug, and pushed the hole in the iceberg ship with all his strength.

This hole was originally quite high, and some crew members would use it as a "window" in the room. However, as more and more prey were caught and heavier, the iceberg ship's draft became deeper and deeper, and the waves could often Take a photo through this hole.

"Stop it, brother, use force, light the flames."

Here, fire is an extremely precious thing.

The huge bones were filled with some animal fat. After being ignited by the sparks from the flint, they quickly burned around the ice plug.

The blazing flames quickly disappeared, leaving traces of water flowing on the surface of the plug.

"Now, three, two, one, let's go."

The plug was inserted into the hole, and the old crew member pushed it hard. The water marks would be refrozen, which would make this ice ship "patch" extremely reliable.

"Well done, great engraver."

In this world, ice carvers are very important positions, and they can create many useful items for humans.

"Thank you to the sacred tree, it is still as sharp as ever."

The sacred wood mentioned by the carver is the snow-white wooden knife used to chop the solid ice.

This world is too cold for most plants to grow. The sacred tree is one of the few land plants that can grow. Its fruits support many large animals, and the lichen moss under its cover is an important food source for small animals.

The sacred wood carver is also the superior of the ice carver. It is the dream of every carver, and only three people in each generation can be selected.

The harshness of the natural environment makes the surrounding giant beasts more and more powerful, and the strength of the sacred trees also becomes higher and higher.

To this day, it is difficult for mankind to enter the next technological era. Due to the lack of fuel, not only is it difficult for mankind to smelt metal, but it has also not developed gunpowder technology.

Moreover, the strength of sacred wood is stronger than most metals, so there is no public demand for smelting metals.

Metals are used as sacrificial items to show their strength to other tribes. A tribe that owns metal must be a tribe with many prey bones and grease, and must be very powerful.

The sacred tree is not incombustible, but the temperature required to ignite it cannot be reached on this planet.

The knife in the carver's hand is an old knife that has been around for some time.

"Thank you to the sacred tree, and also to the God of the Ocean. We passed its test, and this time we returned with a full harvest."

"Yeah, I almost never thought about blocking this hole. The number of prey this time is unimaginable."

"It's like they all floated to the sea specifically for us to capture."

The two laughed loudly. Hunting was far from as pleasant as they said. Death was the norm. For them, life was just a bargaining chip. If the sacrifice of a strong man could bring more food than raising him, it would be worth it. .

Their achievements will be carved on the bones of the prey hunted by the deceased themselves, and the prey hunted in their lifetime will be used as the criterion.

It is generally believed that a hunter needs to support four people, including themselves, if after death they hunt more than this amount of food. As a hero, they will keep his skull (if the body can be recovered). If there is no skull, they will use the skull of a prey of suitable size that he hunted as a substitute, and enjoy the incense sacrifice of future generations.

Of course, if you fail to do so, you may be cast aside. This is the moral standard of society on this planet.

Those who guard the village, those who plant and maintain sacred trees... all professions have similar standards.

The ice ship can already see its home in the distance. The towering sacred tree is a symbol of status. This ship belongs to a powerful tribe and is the glorious clan with the highest sacred tree among the surrounding tribes.

"Great Engraver, you are adding another chapter to your resume. Without you this time, we can't go back."

"The responsibility lies here."

A huge wave came over, and the old crewman groaned, and the ice plug almost pushed him out.

"Don't talk about responsibility. Come and help me."

The two of them worked together to hold on to the ice plug for a long time, until someone on the ship screamed.

"Steel! Steel ship!"

This is an unimaginable thing on this planet. What an outstanding hunter can support a group of strong men who do not hunt, dig out the unshakable frozen soil, and obtain minerals. How much special concentrated oil and processed bones must be consumed. , burning and smelting?

When the two of them heard the exclamation at first, they both thought someone was dreaming and talking in their sleep, but footsteps kept coming from above their heads, more people rushed to the bow, and the entire ship was in danger of capsizing.

The great carver heard the captain's rough roar and the screams of the whips as they struck the sailors.

"Everyone, step back and return to your positions! Go at full speed, what happened at home!"

The two looked at each other and decided to go up to find the captain.

As they went up, the lookout hand was handing the captain a telescope carved from solid ice.

The captain looked at it again and again in disbelief, wiped the lens, then took out the bone wine bottle from his waist and took a sip.

"Captain, what's going on?"

"Our tribe, look, there is a small dot over there."

It was no longer a small dot, a dark ship could be seen with the naked eye.

At the port, a lively competition was taking place.

The residents were not frightened. They rushed out with weapons to fight the monsters descended from the gods. Then the huge steel giant with thick hair took off his helmet and said that he was also a human being and came from a Super powerful tribe.

I don’t know how Rogier can communicate with these barbarians without any obstacles.

It’s unimaginable that the patriarch’s sixty years of experience were shattered in one day.

Local residents gave full play to their traditional culture and greeted friends from far away with fists.

They only welcome strong humans.

Dozens of people who firmly believed that metal was useless went home one after another to get their family's sacred wood weapons.

The sacred tree grows too slowly, and the clan stipulates that only when the sacred tree grows side branches can it be cut down and trimmed. This makes many families' weapons inherited from their ancestors, or from brothers and neighbors who died in the family.

Can Rogier pamper them? Take a sip of Coran's wine, one of you, let's go together.

When the sculptor arrived at the port, the clan guards were lax, everyone gathered there, and the giant steel ship was actually parked on a flat piece of ice.

The crew had no time to unload and moved closer to the battle area.

Rogier swung his left hand and waved his right hand. Spinning in place, the tribal warriors were thrown out one after another, and the sacred wood's slashes had no effect on the metal armor.

The old patriarch was carrying a sacred wood spear, which was very precious and was often split into several long swords.

"Hmph, it's just equipment, martial arts is the most important thing."

So far, the giant has not shown any strong martial arts skills. The old patriarch stabbed the opponent's exposed head with his spear.