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

Chapter 274 Rogier: Welcome to join us. Ans: I didn’t, I’m not, wuwu~~

At this time, the drunken Rogier strolled down. The level three combat readiness when launching missiles woke him up, and the wolf brothers strolled down all the way.

The sea calmed down, and the mysterious creature below did not launch any more attacks. The Lantern Jaw was coiled on the Anse family's ship and was hit by a missile, breaking into two pieces.

Little Ans struggled to control the explosive turret, which was much larger than him, and fired a series of attacks at Lantern Jaw's eyes. He was familiar with it and accurately killed it completely after one attack.

Old Ans staggered out of the pilothouse and saw such a big lantern jaw lying on his big boat. He turned around and went to get the gun.

Little Ans nimbly climbed onto Lantern Jaw and began to process the flesh and blood. Rogier could see this scene clearly.

"Not bad, not bad!" Brother Wolf pointed over there and patted Nian Cijin's shoulder heavily.

This made the mortal executive who just held the Astartes' thigh to avoid the wind and waves think.

Are the Emperor's angels now interested in Lanternjaw's corpse? That is, this is the largest fish in the world.

"Great angels, in order to express our apology for this incident, Spectorius, this Lantern Jaw is given to you."

The noble man, who was all wet, spoke, and the guards, who were shaken by the big waves, immediately surrounded them with the ships of the Anse family.

Old Ans was kicking the big fish with his feet and firing with his gun, beating the big fish to pieces.

A large group of guards suddenly rushed onto his fishing boat. They first pointed guns at the sailors and forced them to surrender. Then they yelled and shouted, making everyone confused.

"Um...sir, what do you need?"

"This Lantern Jaw has attracted the attention of the great Astartes, so you can enjoy it secretly."

Old Anscola was broken. He didn't know what Astarte was. He thought "Astarte" was the name of a high-ranking official and he wanted to make a fortune.

"Okay, okay, I'll let the brothers handle this fish right away, and make sure you're satisfied. How much is that noble lord going to pay?"

"Money? What money? Lord Astartes is interested in it. That is your blessing."

"...Don't you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are, Lord Astartes is interested in you, so just..."

"Bang~"

Just kidding, in the Inquisition, fishing privately is a sin that would send the whole family to the lower nest to be slaves. Old Ans was half pirate and half fisherman in his life, and his main thing is to do whatever you don't obey. How can he pamper you pampered guards?

The old captain took the lead, and these crew members, who were wandering between pirates and sailors, immediately started fighting with the guards. Several other private fish traders saw that the guards were not following the rules and wanted to rob, so they could not help the officials and left on their own. Don't mix.

Little Ans originally wanted to slide off the fish, but when he saw the guards robbing him, he turned over and jumped back to the fort. He aimed at the enemy robbers and fired fiercely, causing blood and flesh to fly. The young men who were killed in the most dangerous environment on the planet did not blink. Suddenly, relying on the ship-based fort, the guards were suppressed until they could not lift their heads.

"You don't follow the rules, right? I'll see if it's you or me. The canned fish factory won't accept my fish. I'll see if there are any fish that can come to your factory. From now on, I'll see a fish Grab one of the fishing boats.”

Even senior officials did not expect this kind of thing to happen. How could our "peaceful" and "live and work in peace" agricultural world raise such pirates who betrayed the empire?

He became anxious on the spot and shouted for the guards to attack.

The key is his command level... You asked the guards to go to the defensive turret on the platform. Why are you rushing towards other people's ships?

The two sides started fighting in front of the Astartes. Nian Cijin's head was covered with black lines, and Rogier watched with relish.

"Hey, brother Nian Cijin, the bandits and pirates are fighting. Look at how smooth that kid is. He can climb up the slope of the deck in just a few steps."

"Rogier, sober up."

"What are you talking about? Can I get drunk after drinking this much?"

Rogier "bounced" into the battlefield and intervened forcefully in the fight.

The guards did not dare to shoot when they saw Astartes walking in front of them, but the crew members did not know Astartes. They were covered by a burst of fire, but Rogier dodged them all.

The sea surface was ups and downs, Rogier was drunk again, and his movements were really unpredictable. Let alone them, even if you let the Sisyphus think tank come, you might not be able to guess what this guy is going to do next.

"Fenris~Fenris~Blood is dissolved in wine, one more drink, blizzard~blizzard~death brews wine, the cup is full!" Rogier sang an ancient toast song randomly, and staggered forward, as fast as the waves. Just as fast.

The weird weather in Fenris has created countless pirates and hunters, and surviving the endless battles is a required course for them.

Rogier fell in love with little Ans and wanted to bring back "Spike Castle".

"Hey, kid!"

Rogier waved to little Ans behind the fort above.

Several bolt rounds passed over his head in response.

"Let's challenge each other. If you win, we'll pay double the price for this fish. If I win, you come with me!"

Little Ans thinks that this big metal guy down there is mentally ill. You are armed to the teeth and you want to challenge me, a ragged little sailor, to a duel? I'm only sick if I promise.

Little Ans raised his middle finger towards the guy in red armor, and Rogier laughed.

"Come on, I'll challenge you and your fort, starting from here. I'll walk all the way to your face. If you're caught by me, you'll have to leave with me~~"

Rogier stopped talking nonsense. The wolf group was drunk and acted as they pleased. The heavy armor had no skills and stepped heavily on the deck. Rogier did not make any silent step adjustments and rushed towards Ans "swaying left and right".

Can little Ansi pamper him? A burst of explosive shells hit him, sparks flew everywhere, and it was unclear whether they hit him or not. Footprints and craters appeared on the deck, and they collapsed after Rogier ran over.

The heavy bombs roared, and the powerful repulsive force that only the strong Astra Militarum could suppress caused blood to flow from the corners of little Ans's mouth. The muscles on his arms seemed to be shaken away bit by bit, and he was unable to muster any strength. After shooting one base at a time, his arms hung limply on the turret.

Rogier's huge figure kicked hard on the large water tank. With the sound of the tank breaking, Rogier laughed and fell in front of little Ans.

This young sailor was not one to give up. He held the short knife at his waist with his hand. His arms were weak, but he gritted his teeth and swung his arm towards his opponent like a whip.

"Clang~"

The blade did not spark even a spark on the adamantine armor. Rogier was so angry that he stabbed his lower body with a horse step, and grabbed the barrel of the gun, which was red from the continuous fire, with both hands.

"Get up~~"

The turret was pulled out of the ship by him, the energy core roared, and there was a huge noise inside the fine gold armor.

Rogier was seen grabbing the barrel of the cannon and swinging the fort like a hammer.

"Duang~" hit little Ansi an inch above his head.

"Boy, what's up? You've been disarmed by me. You lose. Come with me."

Little Ans's eyes were sharp, and he punched Rogier with all his strength on the head, who was lowering his head. His hand bones were broken, and he grinned in pain and leaned against the cabin wall.

"Hmph~" Rogier put the "Sledgehammer" on his shoulder. The long barrel was placed on his shoulder, making an overwhelmed sound. The turret was hung high behind his shoulder, and a few explosive shells were dropped from time to time. Come down.

Brother Wolf put on a look that he thought was handsome, and then said to little Ans in the "softest voice": "Join us, you can also gain such power... Ouch !”

The deck below was finally overwhelmed and was completely crushed by Rogier. The red-armored warriors and the turret fell into the cabin inside the ship.

In Little Ans's field of vision, only the small horn of the fort was waving slightly, proving that this ridiculously powerful guy was still alive.

.......

On the other side, the mortals were so frightened when they saw Rogier that he was so powerful that he was able to draw a cannon. He knocked his head on the ground and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

It was over, the Emperor's angels were angry.

Nian Cijin took advantage of the situation, grabbed the mortal who gave the order indiscriminately, and slammed it to the ground. The whole person was breathing in but not out.

"Who asked you to rob the citizens of the empire? Are you all bandits? Listen to my order and impose martial law all over the world! Strictly investigate the underworld and those who do evil."

The few wolf brothers who came down with Rogier were not completely awake, so Wuyang Wuyang rushed up and arrested the mortal officials.

The entire army rushed into the city of Enkaidan bravely.

This world built on an undersea mountain can hardly maintain urban maintenance due to the pitiful amount of metal mining in the mines within the mountain. In recent years, damaged areas have been directly painted with coral paste, causing coral death and mutation in some places. It later resulted in horrific consequences.

The leaky city welcomed their savior. The Red Torrent emptied their world's large and small can warehouses in the most professional manner within a few hours. The amount was enough to feed several surrounding worlds. Then within a few days a large amount of metal filled their empty warehouses.

A son of Guilliman stayed in this world, and in the name of "sweeping out crime and evil", he acted as the "regent" of the planet and directly interfered with the power of the planet.

He will deal with the mysterious animals in the depths of the ocean as appropriate. This matter has a very low priority. After all, as long as it does not interfere with human life, humans have no energy to care about them.

.....

"Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that we were in a hurry, I would have pumped water to kill him." Roger grabbed little Ans like a chicken in one hand, and held a cannon unloaded from the turret in the other. Pipe, with a large piece of fish stuck in the thick barrel, walking arrogantly in the corridor of the People's Light.

The powerful battleship sailed without any tremors. Little Ans thought he was still in Spectoris, and wanted Rogier to let him down with all his teeth and claws.

The metal door opened, and more than two thousand little heads looked at Rogier.

"Situ Val, here, this is a good seedling."

Ans became the only person from other planets in the Red Torrent's first home planet recruitment sequence.

Among the more than seven billion old, weak, sick and disabled children who were brought into the Light of the People on the mother planet, those children have grown up. They have witnessed the despicable traitors turning their beautiful homeland into a piece of yellow sand. The vibrant world now has only die.

They joined the selection of new recruits with hatred for the traitors and became the new blood of the battle group.

Several war groups were fighting fiercely. Counting the Angels of Dawn and the Weepers who were unable to attack due to injuries, there were twelve war groups here, as well as the Iron Warriors led by Brother Wolf and Ralph... ...

Dozens of pharmacists met directly in the arena to perform a full martial arts show because of which war group a certain good seedling belonged to and which seed was implanted.

In the midst of the fight, the People's Light sailed towards Cintila, the capital of Calixis.

Sintila has just suffered a large-scale robbery. This magnificent and prosperous world has completely turned into a chaotic world of beating, smashing, looting, and gangs.

After the Fourth Army occupied Sintila, it originally carried out a high-pressure rule to ensure that the human slaves lived and continued to work and produce supplies.

But... after the army was defeated, not all the Iron Warriors followed the Trident into the warp.

They were summoned by Perturabo, not by the old war blacksmiths of the Trident.

As a result, during the fleet's rout, many Iron Warriors returned to war gang status and robbed everywhere.

Sintila was completely ransacked in a recent robbery. The corpses of nobles were strewn across the ground. The upper nest was looted by mutant slaves, bottom nest rebels, and Iron Warrior robbers in turn. Nothing was left.

There are endless disputes between the lower nest and the wild.

The Inquisition has withdrawn, the Advocate is dead, the Ecclesiarchy has been killed, and the Astartes are coming.

Yifeng felt extremely troubled. More than 30 billion people were running around on the ground. A new order had not yet been established in the bloody gang struggle. There were fires and wailing everywhere.

"Are you going to kill them all? Brother Yifeng, the brothers from the reconnaissance company said that there are mutants and wizards everywhere."

"Go ahead and fight until they are willing to sit down and talk. We don't have much time, at most a month, maybe only a few weeks. The Calixis sector is too big. We want people in other worlds to starve. Get there before you die."

As an important administrative and trade world, Sintila is too densely populated, and the shortage of food makes the madness even worse.

The support from the agricultural world of Spectoris came just in time. Before the larger-scale cannibalism occurred, as in all fairy tales, the great Emperor's Angel came to the world and redeemed the suffering people.

In the previous war, Yifeng had hesitated whether to keep the skulls of the enemies, and believed that in subsequent wars, he could use the provocation method to provoke the Iron Warriors to storm the fortress, so he left many skulls of the enemies behind.

Now, these heads are great morale boosters.

Mortals lined up to receive food, and then were gathered together to review, train and organize the rebuilding of their homes. Many of them were full of grievances.

Where were you while we were struggling to defend the hive? Where were you when the traitors massacred us? Where were you when the robbers plundered us?

Our warriors responded by slamming their enemy's heads to the ground.

We are giving death to our enemies, ruthless death, everlasting death.

The Astartes are not here and we have not defended this place. Now we want to station troops here. Who is for it and who is against it?

Sibelius Hive, Tarsus Hive, Gray Iron City... There are too many important places on this planet that need to be rebuilt. The location of the Triangle Palace, the headquarters of the Tribunal, is now a large area that has suffered from orbital bombardment. pit. The Graystone Citadel was deserted, and all the Astropaths had been taken away by the enemy.

Knock it down, knock it all down and rebuild.

In a pile of ruins, Ralph showed his talent for the first time.

The Iron Warriors are the best at designing iron fortresses and defensive positions, even better than the Imperial Fists. Of course, the Imperial Fists are also very good at storming battles. Dorn was ordered by the Emperor and Perturabo wanted the Emperor and his brothers. The approval of the two legions caused the two legions to each perform their second best thing.

With the participation of the Iron Warriors, the warriors of the Imperial Fist will also join in.

The two gene-seed warriors devoted themselves to the reconstruction and defense planning of the two huge hives, designing them as carefully as if they were fighting in a ring.

.......

Guilliman's descendants were scattered all over the star by Yi Feng. After the Calixis star suffered a round of devastating destruction, there were still nearly a thousand worlds.

At an extraordinary speed, the People's Light returned the materials that the Iron Warriors had plundered across the entire star region and snatched back by us back to various worlds within two years, with the actual and powerful overall supervision of the Astartes.

But it exhausted us.

At this time, on the home planet of the battle group, a certain young director of the construction department said: As an inquisitor, it is a waste for me to spend several years in a place like this.

What is the secret of this war group? Before the war, they were building fortresses and digging tunnels. After the war, they were still building underground fortifications and underground factories. Am I a gopher!

(The judge shows his head) (The judge takes a mouthful of sand) (The judge shrinks his head)

.......

Two years later, Anos opened his mouth and spit out more than sixty brand-new Fengyun-class battleships.

Yifeng: What's the matter with you, Anos? The best forge world can build a moon-class cruiser in eleven months. Why did it take you two years? (Not counting the creation and blessing of the adamantine keel, just assembling it)

People's Light: I'll kill you in every nest, so you go ahead.

The space manta ray is not comparable to the underworld beetle. It is true that it can make complex parts, but overly complex equipment still requires professionals to assemble it personally.

Besides, the world of forging is really about tens of billions of people working together to build ships, okay? There are only so many of us, there are 7 billion old, weak, sick and disabled people. I am afraid that the old man will die on the spot with that screwdriver, okay?

Amidst a flurry of curses, the People's Light returned to Sintila, the most populous city, and began to recruit crew members and workers.

In the tense period of peace, I hope Guilliman can delay it a little longer.

As our enemies change we change, and since Khorne saw us last time and deemed us an elite Astartes force worthy of fighting, we must change.

A swarm of super-fast battleships pierced them!

.......

At this time, the Nemesis Chapter's plan to stop the Blood Legion failed. The Chapter launched several desperate charges and fought all the way to the largest space hulk. In the state of the iron chain, they seemed to be in subspace. Fighting, Khorne's whispers echoed in his mind.

None of the squads succeeded, and the Imperial Army couldn't even tell whether the warriors failed to complete their mission or the bombs were ineffective.

But in the ensuing battle, more and more of their former brothers appeared from the opposite side and fought with them.

Khorne is never afraid of war. War will only make him stronger. The main source of troops for the Blood Legion, which relies on war, is to corrupt the opponent's resistance forces.

They have no world of logistics, no supplies, and the navy that comes to attack them is their supply.

The Empire can't muster any more power, the greenskins are raging, and genestealers are lurking on every world. They must fight quickly.

Guilliman's arrival revived sagging morale, especially after learning that the great Regent had defeated the traitor Primarch Perturabo in "single combat."

The priests of the state church have begun to write a book and biography of Guilliman, writing about this war separately and spreading it to the whole galaxy.

On the Macragge's Glory, in a small separate room, Guilliman stayed next to Lady Jotun, guarding her closely.

The Eternal Mountain followed him, and Guilliman placed it on the flank of the Macragge's Glory with extraordinary trust. This sign was noticed by many officials with a keen sense of smell, and they automatically sent the red torrent The ten chapters headed by him fell into the category of Guilliman's best friends.

What can be said?

Young, too young, he didn't know the power of the Weeper at all, and he dared to let a battle barge carrying multiple companies of Weeper be deployed beside him. (Other Lamenters on board the smashed Mother of Tears)

Matthew Leo and Kazanev stood side by side, still the same cavalry-type terminators that had been tinkered with for many years.

"Brother Kazanev, I heard that you wore a Centurion uniform before, but now you have changed back to a Terminator?"

"Yes, the Mark VII power armor can't help me grow."

This erroneous answer left Matthew Leo scratching his head.

"What do you think about the coming war, Brother Angel?"

"We're going to win."

"Yes, there is no doubt about it, but how to do it?"

The two looked at each other.

Guilliman's voice came from the communication platform, and his wise and mighty face appeared in the eyes of every commander.

The armor is very old, an even older backup armor from the Great Crusade.

The memory of Alpharius is still there, a roleplayer, playing the role of the empire's great savior.

"We won a victory and completely defeated the Fourth Army. They threw away their armor and fled back to the subspace." Before he finished speaking, cheers came from every command room.

"The Emperor's will has come to this world, and we will surely win." A forbidden soldier stood up, his golden weapons shining with divine brilliance.

He was not the victor, but these equipment belonged to the victor. The victor took off his equipment, gave it to other forbidden troops, and exiled himself to become the Eye of the Emperor.

Those Custodes who think they are too weak to uphold their duties will take off their weapons and wander around the galaxy wearing only a black robe, becoming the secret spies of the Custodes squad.

The appearance of this forbidden soldier silenced the cheering and noisy command rooms, and everyone stood up quietly and solemnly.

Seeing the Imperial Guard is like seeing the Emperor.