Chapter 479 Perturabo Is Angry

While Odemeier was praising Perturabo for his good work, Perturabo felt a chill on his back during the battle just now.

One hundred and twenty-eight corrupted torrents of the Four Gods' Ministers' Path were easily resolved? How is this possible?

Perturabo couldn't believe it. Even if the warships of the Golden Age were really so powerful, they shouldn't be able to resolve the Ministers' Path corruption so easily.

These weapons were not only designed by him personally, but he also tested them hundreds of times before installing them on the Iron Blood warship.

He only used the best weapons, and the Ministers' Path Corruption Ray was one of his best weapons.

Any warship hit by the Ministers' Path Corruption Ray would turn into a monster roaring in the universe within seconds, mindlessly colliding with everything around it and praying to the Four Gods.

He once destroyed an entire Imperial fleet with a beam of light during a weapon test. They could do nothing but struggle inside the demonized ships.

But why.

Squeak!

A ball of electric sparks fell on Perturabo, and he woke up from the shock. He looked at the whistling of the ship's data board. The damage to the warship under the kinetic impact was too terrible.

No. This is not the damage caused by the kinetic impact, but the energy impact caused by the overload of the void shield. Perturabo sensed the condition of the ship and found that half of the void shield array was on the verge of collapse.

The eternal shield he learned in the Terra Palace only saved him once, and it could no longer support such a huge force.

What are those giant shields made of? Why can they have such a large mass? A whole piece of pure gold floating in the universe?

The more Perturabo thought about it, the more he was shocked by the legacy of the Golden Age. He also thought of the hugeness of the Phalanx, which could even form different climates and different ecosystems.

"This warship must be used specifically for war."

This is no longer a war. This assault is likely to fail. We must return to Medengard to think of countermeasures.

Perturabo looked at the tragic situation of his fleet being cut by giant shields and kinetic shells, and he also wanted to retreat, but a strong sense of unwillingness influenced his decision.

Just leave like this. Next time when the warship's weapon system is fully restored, there will be no chance to seize this legendary warship.

Boarding? Space positioning transmission? There must be corresponding defenses inside this ship, and sending soldiers up there will only be sending them to death in vain.

A communication? Communication from the giant ship? The AI ​​on the ship or the operator on the ship.

"Perturabo, I didn't expect that after ten thousand years, you are still such a waste."

A holographic projection that Perturabo was familiar with appeared. This appearance and voice made Perturabo instantly shatter all his reason and hesitation, and his heart was filled with anger.

"Rog Dorn!!!"

Perturabo's roar echoed in the cabin, and his demon hands firmly grasped the control console, smashing the holographic projection again and again.

But Rogal Dorn did not show any emotion because of his behavior, just like the Dorn that Perturabo knew before.

"Anger can't solve the problem that you are a waste."

"Shut up! I'm going to tear your head off!"

"Then come on, I don't think you can do it."

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

The more emotionless Dorn's response was, the stronger Perturabo felt despised.

In the end, he did not choose to give orders to the fleet using the data board and the cold electronic sound, but shouted loudly with the microphone in his hand.

"Kill Rogal Dorn!"

When these words came out, the Iron Warriors were at a loss at first, and then the hatred engraved in their genes burst out. Many recruits did not know where the rage in their hearts came from, but those veterans who lived longer explained to them that Dorn and his Imperial Fists were all damn bastards.

The Iron Warriors, whose morale had just dropped, suddenly became excited. They almost desperately sent out assault torpedoes. The Terminator's fixed-point teleportation was roughly estimated and then teleported to the giant ship, with the intention of dying or forgetting.

The engines of the Iron Blood were running at full capacity. The ion vortex spewed out by these engines filled with demonic power even created a slowly healing subspace rift behind the tail.

Chendao's corrupted beams fired one after another, and the shells of various macro cannons also hit the Rebecca giant ship. Even if Odmaier manipulated the giant shield as fast as possible, it was difficult to block so many firepower attacks, and could only rely on the ship's own defense to support it.

The Geller stand that was activated again and again to clean up the subspace corrosion also made Odmaier's physical discomfort more and more intense. These soul deprivers that could directly kill mortals and even kill space marines made Odmaier feel dizzy, and her efficiency in controlling the ship gradually decreased.

"Your plan is really good. They really don't want to escape." Odemeier shook his groggy head and watched Lin Fan wearing the newly made skin and fighting Perturabo madly.

"Look, what am I saying." Lin Fan confidently turned off the communication and took off the leather suit that looked exactly like Rogal Dorn's. "When they see the Imperial Fists, they will become like mad dogs. Then Perturabo will definitely come and give himself a head. I tell you."

"But I can't handle it now. Running the Geller Field at full power not only consumes energy, but also makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"You and Rebecca stay for a while, I'll provoke Perturabo." Wearing the Dorne suit again, Lin Fan dialed Perturabo's communication. This time, he didn't wait as long as last time. Instead, Perturabo answered the call in an instant.

"What else do you want to say, you bastard? I'll send the Iron Guards now! Send you and your offspring to heaven!"

"Wait for me, I'll go to the ship to deal with you, the disobedient child."

"What? What did you say? What the hell did you just say?"

"Wait for me, I'll go to the ship to deal with you, the disobedient child."

"Uh ah ah ah! Didn't I ask you to repeat what you said! Shut up!"

"But you asked me, and asked me three times."

"Enough! Clean your neck and wait!"

The communication was rudely hung up, and Odemeier gave Lin Fan a thumbs up, indicating that you are good at manipulating people's mentality.

Lin Fan was modest. This was not due to his personality, but Rogge Dorn was just a straightforward person. Like the Krieg people, he could never understand the hidden meaning behind words.