Chapter 398: Expedition Road: Lord of Sharks

A large number of wreckages float in the void. They are the steel skeletons of damaged giant ships. The long keels and split armors are suspended in the cold void, bathed in the temperatureless sunlight.

In this dark space, there are countless large and small warship corpses. Most of them are already broken. Now only an empty skeleton is left floating in the vacuum. You can only judge its former level by its size. Apart from that, nothing can be seen.

The warship skeletons of the loyalists and the betrayers are mixed together. The two floating signs approach each other and collide with each other. They are the Empire's Sky Eagle and the Chaos' blasphemous eight-pointed star. They float around each other, as if they are performing another dance.

But soon, the two sides of this dance were separated. A huge shadow drove over from behind it, and an extremely huge tall object crashed through the two suspended signs. The Empire's Sky Eagle and Chaos's Eight-pointed Star were thrown to the sides and passed by the magnificent giant.

It was an extremely large and magnificent warship, and its body was much longer than all the warship wreckage here, and those that still existed in space. The entire remaining Empire and Space Marine fleet was suspended on the edge of the battlefield ruins. All the ships, whether mortals or Astartes, were looking up at the huge astral warship in every corridor and every French window of the warship.

The long giant warship drove out from the wreckage of the battlefield, and the towering golden eagle statue on its bow hung high above its head. It slowly drove out from the wreckage around it. The wreckage of the bow was knocked to both sides, and the powerless floating crashed into other wreckage.

The magnificent ship gradually emerged from the shadows covered by countless huge wreckages. A flashing beam of light shot out from the back of the ship, piercing through the dark battlefield wreckage and bombarding a Chaos warship in the distance that had not yet been completely shattered. In the blink of an eye, the hull was pierced by the beam of light and torn to one side. The outer armor shattered and gushed outward under the sweep of the beam of light.

At the end of the shooting of the light spear, an explosion of flames erupted from the torn armor. A huge fireball rose from the cloud of wreckage. The projected flames illuminated the side of the slowly passing giant ship. Its entire side was illuminated by the fire of the treaty. The multi-layered macro cannons arranged on one side were like claws flashing cold light in the dark.

The magnificent light spear turret that fired a destructive beam and instantly destroyed the bow of the Chaos warship slowly turned in the darkness. It swept out three huge gun barrels from the dark side, like a sharp blade that cuts out, swinging out from the shadows and pointing forward.

The cold light of the universe shone on the gun barrel, and soon the light covered the main body of the turret and began to extend to the rear. Its extremely huge body continued to move forward from the dark battlefield, as if there was no end.

Three rows of macro cannons on the armor on both sides of the warship slid out of the darkness, their thick gun barrels glowed under the starlight, and the subsequent light spear turrets on the back of the ship, neatly arranged along the back of the ship, also appeared in the field of vision as the starlight slid by. They raised their long gun barrels and pointed directly at the starry sky, and the cold light glowed on their thick gun bodies.

Countless exquisite sculptures, magnificent buildings and countless automatic turrets, turbo laser cannons and honeycomb missile launchers located in them appeared under the light of the universe with the roar of the ship. The first mate, standing on the battleship leading the fleet in the distance, looked up at the magnificent ship gradually moving in front of him from the bridge.

He looked at the top of the huge ship, but could only see a ray of dim starlight projected from the top of the towering hull. It was so huge that the Revenge-class battleship under his feet was small and humble compared to it. The first mate had no doubt that this giant must be the largest battleship in the entire galaxy.

The first mate looked at the countless flashing points of light on the backlit hull. The giant ship came to the side of the battleship like a moving steel mountain. The first mate looked back along the huge hull and saw the propeller array at the end that was as big as a cruiser. The main propeller was as big as a battle cruiser, and the surrounding auxiliary propellers were almost the same as a destroyer.

The flashing propeller pushed the end of the giant ship away from the battlefield and sailed to the surrounding Gothic Fleet and the Man-eating Shark Fleet. It stood majestically in the center of the fleet. All the floating ships around it seemed insignificant compared to it.

The huge ship stood outside the window where the first mate was standing. He looked up at the ship in front of him and heard a heavy collision from the lower layer of the hull behind him. It was the sound of two mechanical arms biting each other.

"Notify the admiral, they have docked with us." The first mate turned his head and said to the bird captain beside him. The latter nodded slightly, and the mechanical arm bent and raised behind him clicked on the keyboard in front of him.

"Admiral, they have docked with us."

The voice of the bird captain came from the waist of the blue captain's coat. Speyer took off the intercom hanging on the golden captain's belt. He put the intercom with a silver skull in front of him and pointed it at the black intercom in the open skull mouth. "Got it, stay alert."

"Yes, sir."

Speyer put down the intercom in his hand. He stood on the deck and looked at the tall round iron gate not far away. There was a roaring sound coming from the other side of the gate. It was the sound of the huge mechanical arm and the docking gears shouting at each other, slowly pulling the two warships closer in the roar.

Behind him was a row of naval crew members and their officers. The members of the Imperial Navy in neat uniforms stood behind Speyer, but it was not difficult to notice the weapons on each of their waists. The crew members carried laser guns on their shoulders, and the political commissar officer standing in front of the team with the flag flying was wearing a fully armed grenade gun on his waist.

They surrounded Speyer, like a blue wall, and on the other side of the blue wall was a real gray iron wall. It was a row of space warriors, and a whole company of carcharodon Astartes stood on the other side of Speyer.

Those silent and terrifying Astartes stood together with their bolters, and they wore chainsaw axes with terrifying cuts on their waists. Warriors wearing ancient MK3 power armor stood tall on the deck, and the fluttering flags behind them rose and fell, making everything here seem to have traveled back to the Great Crusade era.

Spyr glanced at the silent Astartes. The reputation of their regiment had long been well-known. In fact, it was a terrible notoriety. The whole empire was rumored to have heard of the horrific scene in the Badab War a few centuries ago, when groups of Space Marines holding chainsaw axes rushed to the planets like sharks.

Before the war fleet arrived, those planets were still full of vitality, prosperous and flourishing, with a large population and prosperous culture. When the fleet left, there would only be a piece of ruins that were completely destroyed and useless, and broken bodies lying all over the city.

The Man-eating Sharks, these terrifying Death Gods cruising at the edge of the Star Torch Spear, they once vowed to use the most terrible punishment and the bloody sea of ​​the traitors to set an example for the traitors who were disloyal to the Emperor throughout the Empire, so that they would think twice before acting. These warriors did it, and not only the traitors, but even their own people trembled.

On the entire deck, all the officers and soldiers of the Imperial Navy deliberately stayed away from the silent Man-eating Sharks. The sailor who was at the edge and closest to the Space Marines didn't even dare to look up at him. He didn't dare to stare at the silent Death God beside him, as if, because he was afraid that when he looked at him, the Man-eating Shark would turn around and look at him.

Among all the people, only Spyr dared to look at the silent Astartes, looking at the pairs of MK3 helmets with their faces hidden in the helmets. He stared at the silent and cold face of the helmet. Below there, a shark on the chest armor was swinging its tail and opening its bloody teeth.

"That ship took only 20 minutes to destroy the remaining Chaos fleet." A deep voice came from behind Spyder, accompanied by a heavy sound of footsteps. The footsteps brought by the huge walking shook the entire deck.

Spyder turned his head to look at the burly giant who was walking up beside him. He was wearing a black Terminator armor, and the most eye-catching thing on the armor was the two gloves.

The iron fist on his right hand was lined with silent chainsaws. Spyder knew that as long as the teeth of the chainsaw roared under the will of its owner, it could instantly cut through all steel and armor, even the Space Marines.

And then, the huge power glove on the left arm and the lightning claws extending from between the fingers could split the flesh and blood underneath. Under the raised claws and the arcs jumping on them, a body was disassembled and torn apart. That iron fist had torn apart many people, whether before or after Badab.

Spire looked at the lightning claws with blue arcs. He raised his head and looked at the giant beside him, who was taller and more burly than any other Space Marines, or even the veterans of other chapters who usually wore Terminators. That was the leader of the sharks behind him, the most terrifying Void Death God among those terrible Death Gods, Tiberus. Scarlet Blood Road.

Spire knew that it was not his last name, but a proper name, a name that best described his way of war. When Tiberus walked across the land with his giant fists, there would only be a red road stained with blood behind him. The Scarlet Blood Road got its name from this.

"If I remember correctly, Admiral, the ship was called the Emperor's Dream." Tiberus spoke again, speaking in a voice that seemed to come from the cold void. The voice came from under the huge helmet, becoming even deeper and duller.

He was wearing a helmet, just like all the soldiers behind him, but Spire didn't want to ask them to take off their helmets to show respect. First, the Sharks rarely interacted with other members of the Empire and didn't care about etiquette and rules. Unless they wanted to, no one could make them take off their helmets. If you forced them, no, you wouldn't want to.

Second, and most importantly, Spire didn't want to see the face under the cold helmet, not at all. He had no interest in the face under the helmet of the Space Marine that exuded the breath of death and horror, or rather, a fear from the instinct of life made him not want to see that face.

"Yes, Chapter Master, Emperor's Dream." Spier stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, looking at the roaring docking hatch in front of him. Tiberos beside him was also staring in that direction, breathing deeply. Sounds were released from around the helmet, and the cold gas blew downward on the back of Spier's neck, causing him to tremble slightly.

"And if my memory is correct, that battleship is from the Great Expedition era, right? It was one of the first two expedition battleships of Father Void. He gave the ship to the Supreme Marshal himself as an expedition flagship, and Eventually, the ship was destroyed in the rebellion."

"Missing, sir, it is missing. It disappeared during the Solar System War. After that, the Imperial Navy tried to find it, but found nothing. It just disappeared."

"And now it's back, after disappearing for ten thousand years, and at just the right time. All of this is very suspicious." Taboros said in a low voice, using the chain saw fist on his right arm. The gauntlet tightened slightly, and the saw teeth on the iron fist let out a low roar.

Spier glanced at the gently rotating chain saw teeth beside him. He raised his eyes and glanced calmly at the side of the battle leader's helmet. He was still looking directly in the direction of the door, as if that was the only place worth visiting. The things he stared at were the same.

"It shows great power. That giant ship and its crew members who disappeared and returned. Although they helped us eliminate Chaos, we must remain vigilant. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and no one can be sure. Are their souls still worthy of trust?”

Taboros's words not only rang around Spier, but also reached the ears of the man-eating sharks behind him. They all slowly clenched the weapons in their hands, and there was a sound from the ancient armor. The mortal officers and soldiers on the side were trembling and took a few steps back.

That was the sound of the sharks' teeth clashing when they slightly opened their bloody mouths. Spier smelled the bloody smell of blood. He watched the warriors frown slightly and looked at the chapter leader beside them.

"Chapter Commander, let me communicate with them. We are all members of the Imperial Navy. Even if we are thousands of years apart, I will understand them. But before that, let your warriors close their teeth. We cannot be compatriots. Cannibalism, especially in these dark times.”

"Compatriots may also become enemies, Admiral Speyer, you know this better than I do." Taboros said in a low voice, and there was a crackling sound of joints in the power glove in his hand, and he stared straight ahead. It has changed from a locked red light to a trestle gate connected to a green light.

"Do what you have to do, I have my own judgment and I will make a decision when I identify them."

Either embrace, or let this place be filled with blood, just like his name, Tiberos. Scarlet Blood Road.

Spier stared at the chapter leader beside him. He didn't say anything anymore. Firstly, because there was nothing more to say. These sharks wandering outside the empire would not listen at all. Secondly, because the door had been opened. .

Speyer turned his head and looked. He and the bloody giant beside him looked in the direction of the gate with the green light on. The circular trestle gate had a mechanical arm extending from the top of its head and inserted into the interface on the rear side. The robotic arm then turned the wheel. Under the operation of the gate, the circular gear door was rotating and moving sideways. It was also rolling sideways in the gear slot on the ground.

The heavy door slowly opened, and a dazzling white light from behind entered the deck. Spier's eyes squinted slightly in the strong light. He quickly raised his eyes again and looked at the white light. flying flags.

The lightning eagle flag is flying in the light, and below it, in the white light, there is a row of unknown technology firearms, and soldiers wearing advanced mortal model power armor are walking behind that flag, that fluttering flag Held by one of the mysterious soldiers who were heavily armed and carrying a gun, they walked in a tight formation.

Speyer looked at them and quickly noticed a few people leading the way in front of the phalanx. Among them, two women wearing Imperial Navy uniforms quickly attracted Speyer's attention. People always pay attention first. Seeing something familiar to him, Spier looked at them and found another familiar figure.

It was a tall giant, a golden giant wearing Astartes power armor. He walked out of the white light holding a flaming holy sword, and was guarded by the people around him towards the deck. The huge giant The golden lightning claws flashed continuously in the white light.

Speyer looked at that power armor in surprise. He had seen that armor countless times. He had seen it in the church of the Anglican Church, on the sacred statue in the corridor of the battleship, and on the mural on the towering dome of the bridge. Statues, everyone on this entire deck, not just mortals.

Even the silent man-eating sharks took a step forward. Many of their warriors took off their helmets and stared at the approaching man with the black eyes on their deathly pale faces.

Taboros looked at the golden giant approaching, and the power fist gloves he clenched suddenly loosened. The tall chapter leader looked at the golden armor, "Father of the Void?"

"It's the Emperor." Spier stood in the white light. In the pale light, his face was also illuminated by the golden light. He opened his eyes and looked directly at the source of the light, the face in the white light. The face is blurry and cannot be seen clearly, but the light shining behind its head can be seen.

It was a golden halo shining like the blazing sun, and the shining halo surrounded the back of his head, just like what was described in all the scriptures and legends.