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

A large number of salvage ships are wandering in the Ashsk system. They don't know what the use of these very waaaaaaaaagh spacecraft fragments is, but when the chapter leader gave the order with red eyes to sell scrap metal to make money, Everyone knows that no one can rest until this piece of warship wreckage is cleaned up.

The greenskins have been completely wiped out, and the machinery that was brought together by the powerful psychic power is now scattered into a large number of parts. Most of these things were snatched from unknown unlucky planetary defense forces and Astra Militarum. , a small part of it was mined and saved by myself.

In a sense, is this a large psychic weapon? A thing that can only be used by waaaaaaaaaaagh energy psionics?

The Eternal Mountain secretly hid some of the blown-up equipment on the black ship. Anyway, for the sake of everyone's safety, the important people on the black ship were transferred to the cruiser after the war. Then Yifeng's troops unceremoniously searched the black ship. Anyway, suffice it to say that a hole was blown by the green skin and all the supplies flew out.

Yifeng was deeply surprised by some strange equipment he had never seen before. Some were new works by Belisarius Caul, and some were simply mysterious devices that had been kept secret for thousands of years. It was truly an eye-opener.

The Death Watch and the Inquisitor didn't say anything. Although the mortals complained that a lot of things were missing when transporting the goods, they would not say much to these desperate fighting Red Torrents.

A moon-class cruiser has been destroyed, so a few gadgets can be used as reward.

After all, the most important gadgets will not be carried on this ship that is being used for reconnaissance.

The technical sergeants and senior pharmacists are now counting the days on their fingers. In 16 years and ten days, the group of overseas students/trainees will graduate. I can finally take a break. The high-intensity work that has lasted for a hundred years has made them extremely tired. Uncomfortable.

I am an Astartes too, and I also want to fight.

The Great Apothecary calculated that the Stormwill Chapter has not attended the Feast of Blades for a long time. I wonder if the parent group thinks that we have been completely wiped out.

The Feast of Blades is a gathering where the Imperial Fists' sub-groups gather together to compete in martial arts. Of course, it is for the honor of the group. A group that cultivates powerful warriors will have more appeal, and it will be easier for others to respond to you when something happens. Support request.

(That is, the bosses of each group bring their young guys with potential to get to know each other. Brother, take a look. This is the champion of my family. That is the successor to my chapter leader. Please take care of me.)

Hopefully there are still enough warbands to start a Feast of Blades now.

Sisyphus is sorting out war records. He was just an astrologer, but now he has to work as a think tank director and editor.

The hierarchy of a think tank is a bit like a religious library.

The lowest level are the Acolytes, who are in training and are not yet considered Chapter Librarians.

Next are the editors, whose job is to edit the chapter's battle records and chapter history.

Then there are the scribes, who mainly evaluate whether the editors have the ability to continue to serve as think tanks, and usually provide opinions on the battle group's strategies and tactics.

Then there is the Astropath, who is responsible for communicating with warp forces on the battlefield, coordinating the cooperation of different forces, and is also a master of strategy and tactics.

Finally, there is the think tank director, which is what we often call the big think tank. He has extremely rich experience and his will is extremely firm. It is often the case that after the chapter leader dies in battle, the think tank director temporarily takes over the post of chapter leader.

Sisyphus is miserable. He has been restless since he predicted that incredible future. He can only feel at ease with the pumpkin hammer. He is really afraid that he will be corrupted by the subspace accidentally. He has not confirmed this prophecy yet. Is it the conspiracy of the evil god?

Everyone is busy undergoing arduous training, which will determine their future honor and whether they can enter the first company.

That is - Terminator armor training.

What war group can collect more than two hundred Terminator armors? Wow, wow, wow, I'm a rich man too.

A large number of Indomitable Terminator armors were directly used in training. There was no way, there were too many armors, they were just so willful.

Yifeng taught everyone how to use the Terminator Armor, and then was slapped away by Anos. You haven't even worn the Indomitable Terminator Armor, so why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf here?

Everyone is enthusiastic, but currently only the first three batches of soldiers are strictly soldiers who have served for more than fifty years.

Ina was still being tortured back and forth between the bookshelf and the training ground. Everyone really had no experience in teaching untouchables, and some of the equipment with some psychic powers couldn't be used at all.

He has learned fighting skills well, and can already defeat an ordinary Astra Militarum "Magan".

When she wanted to compete with Xiaolan, she found to her dismay that her attack couldn't even shake Xiaolan's strong muscles.

There are endless crises and endless treasures in the vast starry sky.

Now the Red Torrent's large forces are in Atris, and the Chapter likes it very much. Many important warehouses are there, and it is almost the Chapter's home planet.

Standing on the ice sheet in the far north, looking at the sky in the distance, Yifeng's thoughts were wandering a hundred years ago. This place had been tortured, but the powerful creativity of mankind has brought the world back to life.

The hive has been repaired, and the Arctic Fortress has become a real planet fortress. Powerful void shield systems and various artillery are deployed everywhere. The best planet cannons are also installed here, which can lock and fire as soon as the enemy enters the system. , intercepting the enemy at the edge of the galaxy.

There are many monuments and snow squares on the ice fields outside. Although the environment here is cold, it cannot reduce the fire in the hearts of the people by half.

The Astra Militarum (the version approved by the Second Council of the Provisional Pacific Star Territory) and the Planetary Defense Force trained in this ice and snow, honing their will and combat skills.

In the end, Yifeng made a decision that went against his ancestors. He wanted to "violate the rules" and establish the war group's home planet.

Although our own war group has no historical background at all, the only thing left is the "Three War Group Records" written down from everyone's memory.

We don't have any sealed secret realms or important mysterious items that need to be stored in the huge Chapter Monastery.

But there is a problem that needs to be solved. The forging world Stolov will produce two hundred sets of required organs every round. So if one day, our large army leaves here to fight on the most dangerous battlefield in the galaxy, then the garrison Do the soldiers here have a recruit tank that can transform 200 recruits in ten years?

After all, these large battle ships are to be taken out to fight, and they cannot stay here. Then a Chapter Fortress level creation with Astartes Recruit Modification Pots is necessary.

Most of the Chapter's monasteries are magnificent creations floating in space, where the Chapter's great historical records and important facilities and resources are stored.

But Yifeng does not plan to build it in space. It would be too expensive. There is no need to talk about space defense issues. They are not yet qualified and have no need to build a solid galaxy defense circle to defend against a large number of enemy forces.

This place is too desolate, so desolate that even the Eldar Craftworld and the Tyranids will not come here.

After much thought, Yifeng decided to take the simplest method, one word, dig.

Building the Chapter's fortress underground is a very risky move, which means that once discovered by the enemy, it is a living target and will be blown to dust in the continuous bombardment.

But I can't help but think it's cheap.

Dig, dig deep, preferably under the frozen soil of the Arctic. The solid bottom layer here does not have to worry about geological collapse. The disadvantage is that the construction is a bit difficult.

Don't worry, we still have more than ten years. As long as we build the new soldier transformation tank, we can build the rest while we are undergoing transformation.

The loyal warriors controlled the powerful machinery to carry out their operations, but a certain grudge leader who wanted to do something unexpectedly left here.

Observers are sending word that there's something wrong in space, go check it out.

In the deep and boundless space of the real world, it is so dark that only the faint light of distant stars can be clearly seen.

Dark giant rocks are flying fast, and a wandering planet is flying towards the Atris galaxy at an extremely fast speed, followed by a huge planetary engine.

A group of species that devoted all their efforts to advance from the sub-space age to the first-level space navigation age within hundreds of years.

Their shape is very strange, which may be related to their original planet environment. Their wisdom center is the same as that of humans, located in a round spherical structure, but they do not have the familiar nose and mouth. What is considered a head is a They have large eyes, which help them see smaller things.

Behind the head is a pair of small wing-like things, I don't know what they are used for. The torso is a whole fat body, with four auxiliary limbs, all of which are arms. They twist and move forward on the fat body.

There are scales on the back, but they are almost degrading.

They had a beautiful civilization until their technology became advanced and advanced enough to observe that the star was about to suffer a huge attack. The object was so big that by the time the impactor was observed, their parent star had already been affected by the gravitational influence of the alien guest that day.

They have no choice but to rely on their technological strength to send their own species alive to the planet they observe as the most ideal for survival.

Their fuel technology was so poor that the spacecraft they built couldn't carry that much fuel, so they took their planet with them.

It's unknown how big the planet was originally, but it is now only three-quarters the size of Atris, and the rest is about to be burned up.

They are desperate. They have discovered drastic changes in the universe during their voyages and observations over thousands of years.

This is a war waged by a higher civilization, they thought, praying that their destination would not be favored by a higher civilization.

But they were disappointed. In their observations decades ago, they discovered the "prosperity" of the target planet.

Now, their entire social system is in turmoil. The passive faction believes that their race has adapted to the days of drifting in space. Turn off the engine and go with the flow. At least they can survive, while the radical faction believes that they need to show enough strength. , so that the enemy might agree to let their planet merge into the orbit of the galaxy.

Although they originally wanted to directly colonize that suitable planet, this path is obviously not possible now.

The emotions of this race are very weak. In other words, they are very rational. They clearly understand that surrender and vassalage means death, and war means failure.

They are rational, so they are desperate. They started too late. The galaxy has been divided up and they have no place to stand.

The entire race diligently hides itself during the long journey, but they have nowhere to go. The end of the journey is that the wanderer dies in a foreign land.

The desperation finally attracted the attention of a daemon who wandered around the warp spreading gold and rubbish.

If the entire human planet was filled with this kind of emotion, Nurgle's blessing could be easily thrown in. However, the number of races on this planet is too small, and their psychic reactions are too weak. As a result, the big green man is now very weak. I want to make them "happy" but there is no way to throw things away.

Until that day, a mutant appeared. During the long period of darkness, this race no longer relied on light to perceive the outside world, but the nearly exhausted and degraded organs burst out with dazzling light again on the psykers. .

The first psyker in the history of the entire race.

The demon who has been waiting for hundreds of years finally has the opportunity to release the happy plague he concocted on the planet.

Everyone looked at the magical power of this psyker. The source and power of this person's power were far beyond the awareness of the entire race. Their technology was not enough for them to understand what was going on.

The scientists immediately "invited" him, and then all the scientists involved in the contact fell into maniacal laughter.

They didn't know that this was a plague of Nurgle. They thought it was the influence of psykers. After the increasingly serious plague spread to a large number of racial individuals, the top leadership took the attitude of giving it a try. Order the psychic to be put to death.

The leader of the race then became the psyker.

The whole planet is laughing underground.

Yifeng received a report that a special planet was observed flying towards Atris in a strange trajectory, and it is expected to arrive in this galaxy in thirty-six years.

The special thing is that this planet is obviously driven by the creation of intelligent creatures, flying here with a purpose. Judging from the observed tail flame, it is likely to be a material decay engine.

This thing is a truly old-fashioned facility that has been used since humans entered the era of space exploration and before subspace was discovered.

It is essentially the same as nuclear fission, except that it will continue to decay after a special structure, until the material decays to hydrogen atoms.

If you throw a piece of iron in, it can decay into hydrogen atoms, and if you throw water in, it can also decay.

All planet matter can be thrown in and turned into energy to propel the planet.

Yifeng was confused, what is this? Did humans move into space in the most primitive way 30,000 years ago?

Or is some hostile force getting mad and preparing to crash an entire planet into our loyal world? I've never seen anything done like this.

It's not easy to deal with this thing, and it's difficult for you to go to the exact location of the planet.

In the days without the Emperor's Star Torch, subspace navigation was very difficult. I had even lost my way, let alone arrived at the exact location.

Especially a planet without psychic beacons.

Some small suicidal psionic beacons were deployed on the ships. This was a method often used by the Adeptus Mechanicus during previous interstellar exploration missions when they encountered the Genestealers.

These ships do not know whether they are sailing in the right direction or whether they can reach the expected location. They are tragic pathfinders.

No one knows when they will emerge from the warp.

Yifeng's large army will not wait here. They have other important things to do. Some messy and contradictory information has been received. Yifeng must try to figure out the situation behind the information.

These messages come from the Calixis sector in the Hazy Star Domain, close to the Pacific Star Domain, and the dark area next door. It is possible that the information there can be completely received by us. The star language emitted from farther away is of great significance to us. It is as difficult to understand as a kindergarten child reading calculus.

"Huh? Doesn't it say that the war in the Scanvia planet area is completely victorious? Doesn't it mean that the Medusa Chapter cooperated with the Imperial Navy to completely drive out all the invaders?"

Yifeng took out another battle report, but what was written here was that the Exorcist regiment was destroyed on the planet Scanvia, and the battle zone was completely occupied.

It is almost impossible to determine the specific time when this information was sent. It may be when the Great Rift just started, or it may be a few hours ago.

In short, all areas with fallen battle reports are treated as enemy-occupied areas.

Almost most of the areas that Yifeng can receive are fall reports, so almost half of the area is marked red. It cannot be ruled out that some places cannot send out psychic signals at all. For example, when the Tyranids are close, the powerful insects The nest mind will wrap up this area, and no psychic signals can be sent out.

For example, there is a large area that has not received any reports at all.

It's so weird.

On the old map, the Dark Star Territory of the Obscure Star Territory was a dark area where the Empire had almost no control or was never recovered after the Horus Heresy. There were reports of two poles of the Tyranids there. Small synaptic invasion. (In a sense, Yifeng and others, including all the sons of Chagatai Khan, are wandering in the dark star fields of various star fields)

Compared with the twelve large body attacks of the Tyranids in the Ultramarine and Storm Stars, these places are only small attacks from the dark side of the galaxy.

It shouldn't be, that place is just as desolate as here, why would the Tyranids attack there?

The density of biomass there is so low, what are they if not Tyranids?

Anyway, I can’t figure it out, and everyone feels unable to start when faced with a bunch of disorganized information. Yifeng withdrew from the think tank discussion, and the conclusion obtained by deducing it thousands of times was only possible.

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The battle between the bombardment and the enemy is still going on, and those fleets that suddenly left to pursue the strange enemies are just a drop in the bucket for the naval battle of their current scale.

A large number of strange spherical warships flew in the air and then collided with each other. The greenskins used the wildest and most barbaric method to jump into gangs - ramming directly into them.

A large number of super-large-caliber giant artillery shells are flying towards the enemy. The Battle Moon has been deployed to the forefront. Its huge body has attracted a massive amount of firepower. Of course, the dark holes emerging from the moon will tell their enemies that you have chosen the wrong target. .

Crazy Tim is the leader of another greenskin group. Crazy is not his title, but his surname. No one knows how it came about, but the greenskin war lord asked others to call him that.

Its original flagship has been damaged, and now it is staying in its new flagship "Crazy Crazy". Neither the bombardment nor it has entered any battle moon. They know clearly that it is a heavily armored fortress and a prisoner from which they must not escape. cage.

The translator from the author Dada is online again!

"Hey, have you found out what's coming from the other side?"

"Boss, they seem to appear out of nowhere. They should be guys from the Xie Ri clan. Their battleships fly super fast."

Crazy Tim wears an exquisite and huge battle armor. The solid armor with silvery gray luster and the huge spikes as waaaaaaaaagh decoration are extremely oppressive with its huge body.

Now the green-skinned war lord stood up, and then kicked the big green-skinned man who had just replied hard.

"Tell me something I don't know, you useless snack. After fighting for so long, don't you know how to collect some useful information?"

The "intelligence officer" ran away in a hurry. The Blood Ax clan likes to collect intelligence and then carry out sneak attacks, but it seems meaningless to sneak in a naval battle of this scale.

Different small warships were scattered out, trying to find the enemy's commander. In a greenskin battle of this scale, don't think that they are still stupid fools who only know how to use crowd tactics.

Cannon Bomb is not much better over there. In order to mislead the enemy and make them think that this green-skinned boss is on the battle moon, most of the large ships are deliberately placed closer to the front, including everyone who is currently riding on Cannon Bomb. Partner.

Paobo also lost his beloved flagship a few years ago. For Paobo, who loves technology and is a technical master of the Xieri clan, this is tantamount to handing over his beloved work to others, and the enemy will destroy it mercilessly. The builder's technology was poor.

How could I bear this? The fury of the explosion was reflected in his waaaaagh energy circle, and the greenskins around him, including his direct guards, were very scared.

Unlike Crazy Tim, Boomstick has long since installed itself into a huge metal structure. Its body has not seen the light of day for a long time, and it only survives on delicious mushrooms, squirrels, and other foods.

His handsome mecha makes him the idol of all the big tech masters. (Handsomeness in the eyes of greenskins)

Now, it requires the entire fleet to press against the enemy, regardless of casualties.

If the other side wants to collide with you, just hit it. Other warships will attack the remaining hull of the enemy ship. Everyone focuses on speed. The time for shooting with the enemy is over. Now is the time for waaaaaaagh.

Crazy Tim quickly realized the enemy's intention. The enemy's technology was superior. For some reason, the enemy didn't seem to be greenskins that had been developed for a long time, at least not as long as it. The opponent wanted to fight quickly and relied on technological advantages to kill the enemy. Ax troops destroyed.

Crazy Tim lived up to his claim. The biggest battle moon hit the enemy directly.

Mercenaries are not free of charge. Only the most elite greenskins can survive. Now they form an elite commando team, ready to behead enemy leaders in chaotic battles.