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

A very small thing, so small that it is very common.

The Anti-Bounce Gang troops are always training new recruits.

A confused recruit fell asleep while on guard duty.

The veterans were very angry. This group of warriors recruited from the Sun Sanctuary were too lazy. After clearing out the Red Torrent warriors, they replaced them with the Sun Star Territory's garrison troops, attached to the Jupiter Mechanicus shipyard. Sometimes the Mechanic Priests Will work with the Ministry of Military Affairs to recruit and train crew members.

The operation of each ship is different.

Recruits include both new and old recruits, some recruited from the Planetary Defense Forces, some recruited from the Astra Militarum who became stragglers after the main force was annihilated, and some recruited directly from the hive world.

The one on guard today was a new soldier. While he was asleep on guard, the veterans quietly took away his gun.

When he wakes up, the veterans will be able to teach him a lesson. He actually dared to sleep, and his guns were taken away. Fortunately, I am one of our own. If we were enemies, the whole ship would die because of your laziness!

This is a common thing. The problem is that Chaos is keeping an eye on this ship.

The two Inquisitors only controlled the main bridge personnel. They did not have the ability to control the entire ship. As a result, most of the crew just thought they were performing normal tasks.

That’s what makes it scary!

The new recruit woke up and looked, holy shit, my gun is gone. Under this "normal" situation, according to imperial law, if you throw the gun away, you will be shot. If you are lucky, you can join the Penal Legion.

If that doesn't work, I have to think of a way.

The ship was slowing down, and the Inquisitor's smile twisted into a weird arc. It was already approaching a galaxy that was inaccessible due to the weird subspace undercurrent.

The influence of subspace on the entire ship continued to deepen, and the violent mood swings of the panicked recruits quickly attracted the attention of the evil creatures in the subspace.

A whisper came quietly.

"Find a way to get it back, don't let others know, don't tell anyone, don't tell the political commissar, get one before they find out..."

The devil's whispers continued to linger in the recruit's mind, and he left his post crookedly before his comrades came to take over.

Everything around him was becoming blurry, the brain continued to be congested and compressed the cerebral blood vessels, and more and more voices appeared in his mind.

The political commissar read out the military discipline loudly. Article 1 of the garrison regulations states that if anyone loses his weapon, the political commissar has the right to shoot him on the spot.

Article 2: If a person loses his or her weapon, the political commissar has the right to shoot him on the spot.

Article 3: If a person loses his or her weapon, the political commissar has the right to shoot him on the spot.

......

He shook his head vigorously, as if to shake the sounds away, and then turned his head sharply.

In a trance, he seemed to see a political commissar walking towards him. The Martian-made offensive laser pistol slipped out of the sleeve of the political commissar's coat and landed firmly in his hand. The other party raised the gun at a speed that was difficult for him to react, and pushed it On his forehead.

Behind him were his comrades. They looked at him with pity, not the kind of pity that pitied a down-on-his-luck person, but the kind of pity that looked at the pigs in the cage waiting to be slaughtered.

"You didn't lose the gun. It wasn't you who lost the gun. They could steal your gun, why can't you steal their gun? Let them bear the blame. The unlucky guy who stole the gun from you is responsible for finding the one you threw away. Gun, none of this has anything to do with you."

He walked to another garrison area by accident. When the anti-rebound troops there saw what he was wearing, they immediately thought...

This is the brother who has just finished his shift. Look, he is confused when walking. He seems to be sleepy.

There are two shifts on the battleship, and day and night are completely individual schedules. Logically speaking, no one will stand guard when they should be sleeping.

Unless you were not sleeping when you were supposed to be sleeping and did something that you are embarrassed to say.

"I'm laid off, brother, it's time to catch up on some sleep."

The guard's greeting quickly woke the recruit up. In his field of vision, the other person's face was extremely blurry, and his pupils were locked on the gun in his hand. It was a laser gun that was exactly the same as his own gun. It was very precious.

(If you include the average lifespan of the Astra Militarum, a good laser gun may be more expensive than a person)

He calmed down, the Emperor was above and could not do these things.

"Hey, sleep? No, Ms. Ma Liwen in the kitchen is off work. I have to pick her up."

The recruit turned around and staggered in another direction.

In the eyes of the defenders, this guy... must have a weak kidney.

The recruit passed through one intersection after another, and finally saw a statue of the emperor. He immediately knelt down beside it, silently repented in his heart, and begged the emperor for forgiveness.

The Emperor spoke.

He seemed to see the Emperor Icon speak.

"The arsenals of the empire are all used to protect my sacred territory. How can there be a reason to store weapons more than to defend them? Open the arsenal and take it yourself. Those who block it cannot be my ministers."

In the hearts of the recruits, the figure of the "Emperor" shines brightly.

How to quickly seize a ship and summon demons? I have to say that Khorne is the most efficient. Just chop off the heads and put them into altars. Compared with Nurgle's corruption period of seven days to three months, Slaanesh's incompetence is the most efficient. The Blood God is incredibly efficient at controlling the revelry of Temperance and Tzeentch's silent corruption.

The recruit no longer hesitated. Although the gun was gone, the combat knife was still there, and he quickly rushed towards the standing arsenal.

At this time, the large warehouse was moving goods in preparation for the upcoming galaxy exploration, and many soldiers were maintaining order, so that there were not many guards around the anti-jump gang's own arms depot.

The new recruits rushed towards that side quickly. The two soldiers on guard could only hear the hurried footsteps. Although they were a little wary, they were not that nervous. The troop gathering to go to the warehouse just now was similar to now. It is estimated that some unlucky guy was sent by the political commissar to take it away. Something.

The recruit turned the corner and the garrison saw him. The two noticed something was wrong and raised their guns.

"Federer, what's going on!"

"By the command of my Lord!"

Soon enough, the new recruit's speed surprised the veterans, and he was groping for something in his arms.

"Stop, Federer, I order you to stop."

One veteran reached out and turned on the intercom stuck on his neck, and the other pulled the safety of the laser gun.

At that moment, the recruit drew his combat knife.

The Blood God is very tolerant of mortal believers. As long as he does not use witchcraft, guns and artillery are acceptable, and he even approves of his behavior of hanging skulls on the barrels of cannons.

The recruit threw the tactical knife forcefully from a very close range, and suddenly stuck it on the neck of the soldier who turned on the communicator.

The trachea was punctured and air poured into the soldier's neck. He was unable to speak and fell down clutching his neck.

"Bang~" There was a clear sound of stimulation, the laser gun spit out a dazzling light, and Federer's recruit avoided fatal injuries by turning sideways by some strange combination of circumstances.

The laser bullet penetrated his shoulder blade, and a normal mortal would be burned to death by the powerful heat it carried, but the blessing of the Skull Seat greatly weakened the power of the laser bullet, leaving only one arm disabled.

Before the veteran had time to fire a second shot, the recruit jumped on the other man and bit his cheek like crazy. The two men struggled with each other.

Federer had an inexplicable feeling for blades. He then took out his sword and found his combat blade from the soldier who had just fallen to the ground. After pulling it out, he slashed at the veteran's body.

The blood flowing out stained the deck red, and the breath of the guarding soldiers gradually weakened. There was no pain, only endless coldness.

He used his last strength and said: "Traitor..."

The blade fell and cut off his head.

In the open communicator of the garrison, the soldiers did not hear clearly what happened, but there was no response after calling the warehouse for a long time, so they sent a small team to see the situation.

.....

"Emergency call-up, something seems to have happened to the guard warehouse."

"Huh? We? Go to the warehouse. Are you crazy? We don't have guns."

"Then go to the warehouse and get it!"

"Aren't there enemies in the warehouse?"

"I'm just telling you to kill them!"

??

Everyone, look at me and I look at you. The veteran looked at the gun he secretly took from Federer while he was sleeping. It was broken. It had become a battle talisman.

Who is going? Whoever has a gun can go.

The brothers nearby reacted very quickly, "I'm going to call the guy on guard D6A8." "I'm going to call the guy on guard D7B1."...

The brother who was running the slowest quickly grabbed the communicator and clasped it around his neck. "Brother, you go first. I will communicate behind you to support you."

"Support the ghost, call the big guy."

Oglin came out carrying a big iron rod. The political commissar went to a "high-end place" without the smelly, stupid guy.

They walked slowly towards the warehouse and saw the recruits hurriedly walking out with guns on their shoulders.

"Federer, what happened? Why is your shoulder covered in blood?"

"It's okay, nothing happened, gun security is normal."

The veteran looked at the gun in his hand, then at his own.

"Say it again? That's your gun? What's that in my hand?"

"It's your gun, sir,"

The veteran sensed something was wrong, quickly pointed his gun at Federer, and called another "communication support" soldier to take down the recruit's gun.

The recruit said a lot of things at a very fast speed, but the veteran didn't hear it clearly before he started to move.

......

Yifeng felt that the predictions of the old think tank were not necessarily reliable. After flying for so long, there was nothing. Planetary trajectory calculations and gravity measurements showed that there should be nothing in front of him.

The old think tank was half asleep, pointing his finger forward. Yifeng turned the ship slightly, and his arm also turned in the opposite direction, always pointing in one direction.

Like a compass.

Yifeng can't help it, Biao Bai, what else can he do.

Hey hey hey~~~

After one jump, Yifeng was about to jump again when he suddenly saw an unusual light.

The light flashed away and dissipated almost immediately, but Yifeng was sure he saw it.

"Stop the titanium jump engine warm-up, and the super acceleration device is ready to start. Everyone should stop what they are doing as soon as possible and get into a solid position."

The entire ship quickly entered a state of emergency. The well-trained Red Torrent warriors were much more reliable than the group of imperial soldiers who had just boarded the ship. With years of training, the deployment was completed in a very short time.

"Teacher?"

"I saw the wake ejected by the hyper-acceleration engine of another Fengyun-class battleship. I will never mistake it in my life."

As Yifeng pulled down the lever fiercely, everything on the screen began to flash rapidly. The old think tank's arms trembled. Under the shocked eyes of everyone, he turned around with a "swish".

The battleship passed another ship that had long since stopped accelerating, and plunged into the galaxy first.

The violent and turbulent subspace waves hit here again and again. The subtle perception allowed Yifeng to directly order the activation of Geller's stance. On the contrary, there was nothing wrong with the mortals in the solid stance.

The technical sergeant activated the Geller Stand with the help of several power armor veterans, which originally required the cooperation of many mortals.

At this time, Yifeng had just released the super acceleration system, and the surrounding situation was not very optimistic. It seemed that because of the strong subspace fluctuations corresponding to this place, the entire galaxy was rarely affected by physical rules.

Perhaps there was once a prosperous civilization here, but after a certain taboo was opened, the tribe was destroyed and the galaxy became like this. It is also possible that the aftermath of the War in Heaven is still destroying this place.

The bird servants of the two battleships searched for each other at the same time.

The judge stood arrogantly, chose a posture that he thought was very handsome, and said happily to the other judge: "Look, what am I talking about? There are humans here, humans who do not belong to the empire. I don’t care if they escaped the Great Crusade by luck or if they were on a hidden planet that was not reported, they are punishable by death according to Imperial law.”

In his eyes, Yifeng's ship was a weird-shaped colonial ship.

The other judge's current appearance is much more terrifying. It is impossible to imagine how she perfectly combines the "cherry little mouth" and the "maniacal smile that reaches behind the ears". Blood oozes from her white dress. The brilliance of psychic energy became even more bewitching.

"You're right, you're always right, now fire."

The warships of both sides started a rapid fight. As soon as Yifeng's ship came out of the super acceleration state, the other side rushed up and fired a Nova Cannon at an extremely fast speed.

Yifeng relied on his superb driving skills to avoid it, but the detection on the bird servant instrument showed that the trajectory of the Nova Cannon had a slight deflection, but it still flew firmly towards our ship.

I don't know if it's a problem with the bird servant or the cannonball.

Yifeng gritted his teeth and began to perform micro-management. The White Scar boy stood on the bridge as easily as sitting on a horse.

Relying on the two-on-one advantage, the two ships continued to put pressure on the enemy ships and block their navigation trajectories.

On the other side, the normal crew is becoming fewer and fewer, Chaos believers and demons are beginning to walk on the ship, and demons of different faiths are fighting together inside the ship, such as Tzeentch's corrupted Inquisitors and Khorne's Believers.

Khorne is not a special psionic inquisitor who does not corrupt, but he does not like these guys who hide in dark corners to spy and investigate.

If you were like Mephiston, the Librarian of the Blood Angels, a great thinker who wielded a power sword and slashed people, Khorne would be happy to give him a blessing, and then let him be a counter-curse master, responsible for casting spells on the Tzeentch demons. When chanting the counter-curse.

All in all, Blood Angels are all good~~~

As the war continued, the forts occupied by Khorne's forces were reloading very quickly, but Geller's position and void shield became quite strange.

It didn't take long for the opponent's ship to come to a standstill. There were altars of demons everywhere, and the demons were transporting the holy objects of chaos to maintain the subspace rift. When the ship was filled to the brim with demons, it was time to move towards Tai. Ra attacked.

The old think tank finally came to his senses and called the surrounding soldiers to prepare for a gang attack.

Two companies of fine gold warriors were ready to jump over, but Yi Feng...

"Wait a minute, old think tank, the ship will focus its fire and hit him again, aiming at the opponent's engine position."

"But, Yifeng, has now entered the gang-hopping distance."

"Then why are you hesitating? Fire! Use Geller's stance to cover the opponent."

The realistic small bubble range of Geller's position is not large. Yifeng's order allows the ship to launch a powerful bombardment at a distance that is about to collide, which will cause the opponent's explosion to affect our ship.

"Torpedoes first."

Sisyphus chose a compromise plan. In theory, if a torpedo hit a vital point, the Moon-class cruiser would have to kneel down. At such a close distance, a salvo of torpedoes would be enough to destroy the opponent.

The ship was shaking, and the opponent's macro cannon was also very powerful. They were all produced from the same shipyard, and they were half the same.

Yifeng still hesitates in the final decision, hoping to save more adamantine warriors instead of a ship. Dad likes heads, I...

Does the head of a ship count as a head? Is it okay to cut off the bow and return it?

The torpedo had just left the cabin, but before it hit the other side, the battleship suddenly super-accelerated, aiming directly at Terra.

"Commander, a beacon has been detected. He claims to be a loyal astropath on the other side's ship. He hopes that we can teleport directly to him for support."

"Teleportation...I didn't bring the Terminator, what the hell, why don't I just teleport it to an old think tank?"

Regarding the enemy's escape, the fastest reaction was the Fengyun-class battleship of the old think tank, which directly started super acceleration and followed it. Yifeng predicted that the opponent would start the jump program after it was far away from the galaxy, and ordered the Nova Cannon to bombard the target in advance. area, and then joined the pursuit.

Sisyphus's old think tank's equally prescient light spear bombardment continuously blocked the opponent's jump. After Yifeng reached the edge of the galaxy, he started the jump first.

When the opponent exited the super acceleration mode and was about to launch a jump, he found that directly in front of him, Yifeng's ship had been waiting for a long time. The ship was lying horizontally and the cannon on the side had already fired.

Round after round of barrage bombarded the twisted void shield, and Yifeng finally made up his mind to have a crazy gang-hopping.

"let's start."

It had been a long time since the Lord of the Red Torrent had set foot in the Gangcang. This time, there was no William, no Anos, no big think tank, and nothing could stop him.

As for the Imperial Guards responsible for watching over him...

The winner's head hurt, and he accidentally made a little accident, allowing Yifeng to jump into the gangcang last.

......

There were no living people in the bridge, and a large number of marionettes controlled by thin psychic threads were hung from the ceiling. The inquisitor in jeans tied all the corpses and hung them on the web like a spider storing food.

The person standing next to her is no longer a graceful beauty, but a demon, codenamed: Best Friend... Hehe, you never know whether it is a best friend or an enemy.

As a demon of Tzeentch, it disguises itself as a demon of Slaanesh all year round, attending high-end banquets in various empires and mingling with famous noble women.

Sometimes they sleep together.

Well, that's not important.

Pillow gossip and gossip are its common methods, although it is usually the one who instigates.

It was Khorne who instigated him to come here. Of course the Blood God would invade Terra, but why not take a shortcut if there was one?

Using a ship of demons to crazily crash into Terra, causing a violent explosion that killed tens of billions of humans, not only could it tear open a grand rift, but the method was very consistent with Khorne's style.

It tried to enchant the beautiful inquisitor, but failed. The enchanter turned into a summoned demon inside his body, and the inquisitor's flesh exploded into a wall.

"Maybe you need a shovel to shovel your colleagues off the wall."

"Keep it for the false emperor. It will be used to dig his grave." The completely corrupted inquisitor did not shy away from calling him "the false emperor", although in his mind, he was talking about burying the emperor's enemies. .

"They're coming."

Before the devil could finish speaking, Yifeng's Tiao Bangcang magically fell from the sky under the victor's small movements.

The hot melt sprayed open the ceiling, burning a large hole directly above, and the ten crew members who were bound by psychic threads turned into fly ash.

Tiao Bangcang did not stop and plunged into the floor, all of them were submerged.

The rearmost hatch is also recessed twenty centimeters into the floor.

"Let me see, which little cutie is causing trouble today?" Yifeng's words came faintly, causing Bei Weijun below to lose his momentum.

We are about to shout for unity, sir~~

"I'm sorry, I'm the one asking for my life today."

Yifeng easily jumped out of the Tiaobangcang in an upside-down posture. The psychic threads on it broke one after another, and the mortal fell to the ground, like an ice sculpture falling on a solid rock, breaking into pieces.

The judge who controls the corpses to fight is no match for Yifeng. Those corpses will lose control as soon as they get close. There were no decent weapons in the hands of the corpse.

Yifeng even ignored the judge. The snow eagle was worn on his waist. What appeared now was the Key of Helek, and the cross sword was shining.

"Hey, you look like the little guy from the Lord of Desire. Are you the secret keeper?"

Yifeng swung the blade while approaching the opponent. Any great demon of Tzeentch would feel a sour feeling in his scalp if he saw a dozen untouchables approaching him wrapped in fine gold.

Sometimes, Yifeng misses his light green ion pistol, but when it is close to him, the machine spirit is always not good.

The long sword lay horizontally in the air, cutting a provocative arc.

Although Yifeng is very cool, the adamantine warrior behind him is quite honest, and the posture of climbing out is really not very good-looking, especially since part of the position is occupied and cannot be used.

A Forbidden Soldier quietly looked over, the top of his golden hat sticking out slightly.

There is no such devil in the memory of the winner.