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

Chapter 277 The cavalry arrays and charges!

Guilliman's vehicle entered the warp, and Calgar assumed command. Guilliman walked slowly into Lady Euton's room.

"I have some things to think about. How long will it take to rendezvous with the main force?" Guilliman stood at the door of the room and said majestically.

"About 19 Terra hours."

"Very well, go get to work." Guilliman slowly turned around, entered the room, and closed the metal door.

Lady Yotun was dressed in white, the traditional dress of Macragge, used to welcome victorious warriors.

"My lord, welcome...my lord!" Ms. Euton screamed uncontrollably.

Guilliman fell heavily to the ground the moment he closed the door, breathing heavily, "Let me rest for a while, just for a while."

The original body panted heavily, the sound was extremely dull, as if there was blood and flesh blocked in the throat. He expelled a big demon and countless little demons. Even though he was seriously injured, he couldn't show it. He teleported and landed on the bridge. Countless mortals looked at him, seeing him as faith and hope. He Can't fall down.

It is believed that suppressing the internal injuries made Guilliman's internal injuries more serious. The body of the original body and the posture of a living saint will also take time to repair.

"Don't tell anyone, including the apothecary," Guilliman raised his big hand with great effort and gently touched Ms. Euton's head with one finger.

"I'm fine. I just need time to rest. Kalga is in command."

Ms. Euton suppressed the panic in her heart and tried to make Guilliman lie down more comfortably, but she couldn't lift even a finger with all her strength.

In the end, she chose to let Guilliman's head rest on her lap. She lifted up her white robe and wiped the dirt and blood on his body.

She opened her mouth, but she felt that she could not cause him any trouble at this time. Every question she asked would make this gentle child endure the severe pain to speak and answer her questions.

The Emperor's light has faded. When there is no battle, the Emperor will not invest his power in anyone at all times. The power of faith provided by the state religion was too much, and it was devouring him. Every time these pure and huge spiritual energies were touched, it would consume a lot of energy and even consciousness of the emperor himself.

Ten hours passed. Guilliman lay trembling for ten hours, and Lady Jotun knelt for ten hours.

The white robes were dirty, and the primarch's vital signs were finally stable.

"Give me some water."

"Okay, sir." Ms. Youton's words were mixed with surprise. She breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and tried to get up, but her waist released the force and fell to the ground.

She knelt for so long that she lost all feeling in her legs.

"What's wrong......."

"It's okay, the water will be here soon." She propped up a delicate wooden stick and "pulled" herself up. This was an auxiliary stick usually used to point to Guilliman. After all, he was much taller than her. .

She trudged past the huge walls, which were painted with secret logistical management patterns and strategic layouts. Lady Euton was the mother of the Primarch and the former Grand Steward of the Thirteenth Legion.

The water source was so close that she reached for the container. A big hand suddenly appeared from behind and lifted her off the ground, then gently placed her in a comfortable chair next to her.

"grown ups?"

"Maybe I forgot, you can't get the water I need."

Guilliman picked up the huge bucket, tons, tons, tons, tons~~~

A feeling of hunger came, and the huge loss of energy needed to repair the body made the original body feel a long-lost hunger.

"Tell me, how are you doing over there in the Red Torrent? I haven't had such a long break in a long time, so I can relax and chat with you."

Guilliman was familiar with driving and began to "ransack" Ms. Euton's snack store. Her snacks were naturally top-notch and rich in nutrients. Guilliman could find all the nutrients he needed here.

Lady Euton finally felt relieved as she watched her original body recover.

"They were friendly and cautious. My days with them were all spent in a black stone room. It could be seen that they had tried to provide the best conditions. It was supposed to be a cage. After I arrived They brought in a lot of furniture, a lot of it...it looked a little shabby, even funny."

"Oh, they~~hic~~ didn't treat you well?"

"No, after I woke up, they apologized to me immediately and said that they had to ensure my safety. All the objects were built by their technical sergeants who worked overtime and said that enemies in subspace can hide their power in the objects. , don’t let me touch any foreign objects.”

Guilliman stuffed his mouth full of food, and his inventory was quickly running low. The original body's digestive ability could digest food the moment it came into contact with saliva, but he still chewed it carefully. This was a ritual, a rule, and a tradition. .....Okay, mother is watching.

"It seems they don't usually make ritual tools, even the most basic ones."

"This is indeed true. They are not the Sons of Sanguinius. The battleships are filled with elegant works of art and gorgeous decorations. This war group is even somewhat repelled by these things. Their enemies always have these luxurious items. ."

"That's normal. They have been wandering in the dark area outside the Star Torch for a long time. Valuable furniture often means rich and powerful enemies, those guys who plunder the empire's wealth and get away with it."

"Haha," Ms. Euton suddenly remembered something interesting and laughed, "The Astartes later came in carrying a sofa. It looked really well-made. They said it was the Chapter Master's seat. A sofa that is more than a hundred years old must be safe, but when I sat on it, there was a huge butt-shaped depression in the middle, and I almost fell into the sofa."

Guilliman laughed too. He hadn't laughed so easily in a long time.

"Are you full? My lord."

"Just give it a try."

"Then let me tell you, their war group's cooking is very delicious. I heard that their war group leader taught them personally. Later, chefs from all over the world joined them to make different flavors and even different medicinal effects. food."

"Gulu~Gulu~" It was obvious that what Guilliman said just now was a lie to her. Eating up a woman's "collection" of snacks was not that endearing, let alone saying bluntly after eating. I didn't eat enough.

"Sir, do I need to call the chef to make you a lunch? If you look at the time, it should be considered lunch."

"hold on."

Guilliman was working hard to adjust his appearance so that he looked as healthy, full and energetic as possible.

"Are they trustworthy? Red Torrent and them."

"In my opinion, yes, they did everything well, but I didn't see any of their mortal servants. Even the food delivered was delivered by Primaris warriors in person."

"Okay," Guilliman adjusted himself, becoming so heroic again...and hungry.

"It's almost time. I'm going to go find the kitchen. Do you need to bring you anything to replenish this place?" Guilliman poked the exquisite box with his finger.

"whatever."

Okay, here comes the hard part again, you have to guess what she wants. Even the original body's thinking can't guarantee that it can be guessed correctly.

The primarch walked out of the cabin.

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Yifeng strolled onto the command podium of Fengyun No.1.

A team of World Eaters appeared, and Khorne's order made them confused. In their crazy thinking, they should be looking for a big guy who can fight well.

Although this small fleet is "looked down upon" by all the Red Torrent warriors, it can indeed easily take over a world without orbital defense. As long as they don't attack the foundry world of the Titan Order or the important hive industrial world, they are very capable. threatening.

After they jumped out of the subspace, they saw several strange battleships cruising on the other side of the galaxy.

Eight cruisers, facing four battleships, a normal fleet would choose to retreat, right? But the Blood Legion was different, they were too few.

Why don't we come with eight ships? I want to fight one on one.

At this time, several warships reacted the fastest and were already rushing towards the enemy at full speed. Whoever starts the battle first will get more skulls.

The tattered warships charged at full speed toward the decoy fleet with scarlet steam. Those warships also discovered them. The Nova Cannon was the first to fire, blasting the enemy head-on.

The enemy ship's speed becomes faster after a maneuver to dodge, just like launching a counterattack after evading the enemy's attack in the arena. Khorne's blessing has always been so casual.

"Have mortals come to solid ground?"

"The evacuation has been completed and the warship is in a state of unmaintained status."

"Very good, turn around. As fast as they drive, we drive as fast as we can, always maintaining the maximum range of the light spear."

The four battleships were chased by Khorne's small fleet, which naturally greatly boosted the morale of the Blood Legion. The boat in front automatically dropped some space mines, suspended in the universe, and the pursuing battleships' rich subspace "shield" Colliding together, the explosion did not pose any threat to the battleship.

The blessing of Khorne can greatly weaken the damage of long-range attacks and explosions. Of course, the blessing of ordinary World Eaters is definitely not so strong. A nova cannon with a diameter of less than 100 meters hits three meters tall at sub-light speed. It's hard to define it as a "long-range" attack if you don't see it on the World Eater.

Our commander was also speechless. The basic theory of winning by surprise is correct. It is easy to understand that we are responsible for the frontal battlefield, but your surprise troops...are too many.

Behind the World Eater battleship, thirty-two Fengyun-class battleships began to accelerate, catching up with the enemy battleship from behind at a terrifying speed.

The characteristic of Khorne's army is that after locking its own "one-on-one" target, it is difficult to pay attention to the actions of other units.

The enemy commander stared intently at the four "escaping" warships on the Bird Servant Ceremony, with blood flowing and high fighting spirit. He did not pay attention to the enemy attacking from behind.

The moment the corrupted bird servant issued a warning, countless powerful artillery fire covered eight warships, five were scrapped on the spot, and three were unable to be completely destroyed due to the mistakes of "Recruit Egg", part of the attack missed the target.

More than thirty warships passed by the enemy. No matter how strong the subspace "shield" was, it could not stop the concentrated fire attacks of so many warships. The World Eaters who jumped sideways and prepared to attack the enemy ship instantly transformed into Became crumbs.

Yifeng: "How did I teach you, whose attack missed the target? Change someone, change someone!"

We will take turns to train troops. The third batch of warships will be built in a few months. We can't train again then. Let's train a few more batches of people now.

The defeated sons of Chagatai Khan were ashamed and were dragged out of the driving seat by the brothers beside them. (Which White Scar kid is willing to give up driving a super-fast battleship.)

The remaining three enemy ships were frightened. What suddenly appeared? They wanted to turn around and escape on the spot, but the four battleships that turned back took advantage of the situation and killed them together.

"Division Commander, the five "late" warships have caught up and the problem has been fixed."

Yifeng stood with his sword stationary, looking at the enemy's broken ships, and gave the next order to the army.

"Looking for the next target."

"It is really cool and comfortable to take down the enemy general with a light boat and a fast horse, but...the quantity will also produce qualitative changes. Let me show you what it means to charge the enemy with cavalry."

The People's Light emerged from the distant space. It is busy now and cannot fly behind the enemy. "Wow~~" There are more than sixty warships in one word. Except for three emergency positions, the shipyards are all occupied. The finished battleship was packed to the brim.

"Division Commander, the reconnaissance force reported that we discovered an enemy force and also discovered the imperial reconnaissance force."

"Then leave the prey to them."

"What's our next step? Are we scheduled to be on standby?"

"We are the wind, the wind of death, and we will not stay. Go find the next prey, or let the prey come by itself."

The red torrent army plunged into the war zone. They had the biggest advantage. They did not need supplies. The People's Light was the largest supply ship, and all the warships operated around the flagship.

Every enemy ship only needs an adamantine keel, and everything else will turn into ashes. The space manta, laden with anti-psionic fluid, ate everything up.

More than sixty Fengyun-class battleships swept through the surrounding sub-sectors like strong winds, making the Blood Legion restless.

Khorne was irritated when he suddenly discovered that a powerful fleet had intervened in the war. Since there was no gang war at all, Khorne did not realize that this was his original target, and thought it was some secret force of the Empire.

Yifeng's field of vision rotated rapidly, the sky and the earth collapsed, and the light and shadow were psychedelic. Fengyun No. 1 approached the enemy while rotating and super-maneuvering, and flew away after the bombardment was fired. All the warships in the galaxy were playing ancient white sounds on all channels. Scar Army Song.

The prairie eagle flies above death, and glory is the gale-force horse I ride under, for Khan! For the Emperor!

The Star Hunters tear apart the curtain of the galaxy, our blades die faster than the enemy, for Khan! For the Emperor!

Hot blooded! boiling! Faster than the heartbeat, faster than breathing! Faster than the blink of an eye! For Khan! For the Emperor!

Behind me there are only the corpses of stubborn enemies, and in front of me there are only fleeing enemies. I am faster than the wind, and the eagle soars in the sky, for Khan! For the Emperor!

.......

More than sixty terrifying battleships, without frigates or destroyers, just passed through the gaps between the enemy fleets in a cluster, leaving behind a series of violent explosions.

What? Not powerful enough?

The battleship turns around, the bombardment guns are loaded, here we go again.

What? No defense?

The battleships swung around and their bombardment guns were loaded, tearing apart the enemy ships surrounding our wounded brother.

The enemy is trying to encircle us, but the siege in subspace cannot stop the warships jumping in the real world. We are drifting between subspace and the real world. Although the speed is slower than the subspace channel, we can sail in the real world. Let the armies of Chaos never be able to surround us.

The flagship did not show up, and the fleet calmly broke out of the enemy's encirclement, turned back and attacked again, killing them with a single shot.

After being cannibalized several fleets, Khorne finally realized that something was wrong. He assembled an army of eighty-eight warships and tried to defeat us in a head-on confrontation.

This group of fleets also activated the chain link boat mode, turning the gaps between the warships into the elusive near subspace to prevent our forceful penetration tactics.

This fleet floats over a wild world in the empire, which is one of the sources of demihuman soldiers, and the Blood Legion does not mind taking off their skulls.

This was a counterattack to the White Scars' provocation, a grand massacre.

The red torrent came, and more than sixty battleships hovered at the edge of the galaxy. The cavalry took a short rest after the long-distance attack, adjusted their breathing, pulled out the cold-lighting sword blade, and gently wiped it with a cloth.

Countless acceleration nozzles were activated at the same time, and the half of the void illuminated by the engine tail flames looked from behind, and a second sun appeared in the sky.

"Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!"

The warship fell like a meteor into the giant web woven by the spider. The chains of nothingness connecting the blood warships perfectly interfered with the real world. The transparent chains made of souls tightly wrapped the prey around and around, swallowing The world's jumping torpedoes melted through the thick battleship armor amidst the whine of the close-in defense guns.

Only thirty-one battleships broke through the enemy formation and regrouped.

But the attacks didn't stop.

The People's Light emerged, in the orbit of the galaxy where it had previously stayed. More than sixty brand-new warships left the shipyard and lined up in place.

The second round of meteor showers rushed toward the enemy with fury. The nova artillery barrage arrived first and shattered the enemy ships approaching our trapped warship. Those enemies who jumped to our ship had only two ways out. One was to seize our warship. , one is death.

The Sons of Sanguinius used their blades to tell the World Eaters that you could only choose death.

(Theoretically, you only need to point at an enemy and shout for duel, and other World Eaters will not interfere with you until you kill the opponent and decide the next target. So... no more Khorne Bless you, can you really defeat the Adamantine Armor alone?)

The second round of meteor shower still failed to completely defeat the spider web, but the third attack led by Yifeng personally, and the thirty-one warships that calmly turned their bows to launch the second round of attack completely shattered the iron chain and the boat.

Several bombardments worked together to smash the middle battleship into pieces.

The bones and blood are purified by the flames, and the plasma torpedo destroys all injustices.

They were too fast. Yifeng stood behind the bridge, with his cross sword hanging on his waist. Due to the deflection of acceleration and the collision of the armor, it made a clanking sound. Amidst the pleasant clanking sound and the roar of the engine, he suddenly There was a discordant roar, and the World Eaters' random wails appeared behind him.

A Khorne warband terminator rarely used teleportation to jump gangs, but the speed of the Fengyun-class battleship was too fast. They locked on the bridge, and when they teleported over, they were stuck in the wall behind the bridge.

"Don't be nervous, recruits are like this when they first get on the ship. You are not the son of Chagatai Khan, so it is normal to feel uncomfortable."

Half of the enemy's body was buried in the wall of the battleship, and he was completely integrated with the metal bulkhead from the waist down. He was still alive only by the mysterious blessing of subspace.

But as Yifeng got closer step by step, the subspace blessing was fading, and a look of horror finally appeared on his face, and countless memories came one after another.

"I...betrayed...the false emperor...the emperor."

The sword light flashed away, and a head rolled down, and was thrown out by the sudden braking of the battleship, hitting the back seat of the battle brother in the cab.

"I'm not interested in hearing your confession, traitor. I don't care."

Fengyun No. 1 braked suddenly and came to a slow stop. Two consecutive engine overload impacts severely overheated the hyper-realistic physics engine, and it took some time.

Behind him is the huge body of the People's Light, with countless weapon arrays ready to go.

"Slowly lean over and turn the military song louder, louder, louder, I can't hear it."

The mortals stepped out of their solid positions and began loading the Nova Cannon, all in order, aiming at the enemy who was beginning to disperse.

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Extra:

"Guilliman" was seriously injured and desperately killed his opponent. He lay on the ground and called the pharmacist. The one closest to him was the pharmacist of the Silver Templar. But after walking in, "Guilliman" discovered that he was a pharmacist. An alpha assassin in disguise.

"Stop and reveal your identity."

"Apothecary of the Argent Templar, your loyal son." The Alpha Assassins prepare to assassinate the Primarch, which will surely bring chaos to the Imperium, and their plan will succeed.

Alpharius: "No need, end your mission."

Assassin: "I don't understand what you mean, Prince Regent, I will definitely cure you."

Alpharius: "Trust me, lean your head over."

Assassin: "I'll be right back." (Holds up the "combat agent syringe" filled with poison)

The assassin slowly approached Guilliman's head. (The primarch's armor is too hard, and the large needle cannot penetrate the armor, and can only target the unhelmeted flesh.)

Alpharius tilted his head slightly and leaned over.

Alpharius: "Relax, long live Hydra." (quietly)

assassin:? ? ? (Confused) (Puzzled) (Horrified) (Scared) (Suddenly enlightened) (My Chaos Gods) (The mission is stable)