Chapter 106 Nightmare, Emperor Tarot, Landing on the Abandoned Ship

The Milky Way burned slowly, the silver sun hung high in the sky, and a sense of unreality came to my face. Amid the dark screams, red claws grasped my heart. When I came back to my senses, the flames burned the emeralds. When everything is extinguished, only the eastern void remains.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer woke up on the bridge. At this moment, the biological clock according to Terran time standards was still very midnight. The Imperial Navy on duty was driving the battleship forward slowly and approaching the target at sub-light speed.

He, Alan Bayer, carefully passed over the snoring staff officers or the crew members who were concentrating on driving. He did not suffer from insomnia. At least in the constant physical labor and tactical planning every day, he was far away from insomnia.

He walked aimlessly in the familiar corridors of the battleship, although his body was still sleepy and his military uniform was wrinkled from sleep.

The fleet in the middle of the night was eerily quiet. Due to the inefficient sub-light speed navigation, the usually restless sound of the engines also stopped.

The metal place is filled with the aura of silence and death. When that feeling penetrates deep into the bone marrow, it becomes the same as the void.

Before his consciousness was fully awakened, Alan Bayer came to a strange room filled with crystal balls, purple cloth, messy props, bottles and cans, and a small boat. To be able to accommodate so many things for one person is not the treatment of an officer.

And in the shadows, there is a woman wearing a scarf, with red eyes, and an elegant voice, wearing dogma and prayers all over her body. She is about 30 years old. She has cards arranged in her legs and asks the lieutenant colonel who is half asleep. "My lord, would you like me to do this once? Divination, about your fate."

Alan Bayer yawned and walked across from the most conspicuous purple table in the chapter. The strange fragrance made him slightly awake. "How can I see his way clearly if I am blind?"

"Wizard, he doesn't like Lingke..."

Although Alan Bair went east, he still hated having anything to do with subspace, but that was not the source of human tragedy. If humans could survive coming east, they must use subspace and spiritual energy.

The lady with the wrong face, her skin as red as the dead, was shuffling thin cards, and the picture of the cards was constantly changing. "No, as they approached the huge hulk, the accumulated spiritual energy on the surface of the moon was affecting the people who were connected to its fate, and he could see that you need a divination."

Alan Bair rubbed his temples. "He didn't sleep well, he didn't need..." But his words suddenly stopped, because the woman in front of him took out a card, and the picture below showed a bright red world falling apart, which was shocking. The picture shook in the illusory LCD screen.

"I want to say that that will deny him his fate?"

It's rare for Alan Bair to be a little angry. He won't have a good attitude towards Lingke. Unless he is wrong, he can really control his own master. But even if he is as powerful as Magnus, isn't it still a joke?

The woman said. "You are afraid and don't dare to calculate. You feel your fate and are uneasy about it."

Alan Bair cursed. "He has always been on the rise, so give him a try..."

No matter how hard you don't believe in spirits or divination, people are bound to be affected by those things, not to mention that there are spirits in this world that are so weird and measurable.

He hoped that it would turn out to be good, like a sleeping pill that would help him sleep well, falling into his stomach...

The sorcerer on the other side had slender legs and fingers, constantly switching and replacing, the cards were stacked in the east and then flipped over, she said at last. "He chooses to draw cards from above to divine your fate."

A total of six cards are drawn, which is also the manifestation of destiny. The first card is Emperor, the second card is Broken World, and the third card is Assassin. The fourth card is Space Marine, and the fifth card is. The squatting person, reverse, the sixth picture, the coughing person, reverse.

Alan Bair looked on. "What's the meaning?"

the lady replied. "As soon as the scarlet claws grab hold of something precious, it is shrinking, and that object must be your favorite. Your old enemy will be resurrected, and your fight will continue. You will achieve success, but sacrifice must be made. non-stop.”

Alan Beyer replied. "It's ambiguous, bullshit." Although he said this, he already believed it. He had been preparing to face various accidents in that dark universe, including Ruming's divination.

But the lady still shuffled the cards. "He did not predict your fate on that trip."

Alan Beyer said. "Quickly calculate."

The clever leg-finger technique caused those LCD cards to constantly change their positions. Initially, there were six cards...

The first picture, the galaxy lens, front, the second picture, the knight, reverse, the third picture, the judge, front, the fourth picture, the clown, front, the fifth picture, the long sword, front, the sixth picture, the golden throne, just.

She looked at the cards. "Your trip will be successful and will end soon. The changes it will bring will be great, and you are destined, or even forced to miss that trip. Even that trip is not against your wishes, but No matter what, you need to end it, and then it changes enough to shape your destiny."

Alan Bair swallowed. "What's the meaning?"

The lady shook her head. "I don't know if divination is like this. Although the Emperor Tarot is so clear, it is not possible to predict the real future. But, sir, your future has unlimited prospects, but your fate is uncertain. Your friends will get sick. That illness cannot be described, it can also be understood as..."

Alan Beyer replied. "Bad things?"

The lady nodded. "May the Emperor bless you. It's almost time for him to rest. His spirit can help you to live up to his honor." She bowed lightly, and Alan Bair also felt the repulsive force of the liquid. Soon he was "invited" out by witchcraft.

The door of the room was closed as a result. Alan Bayer was still not used to the behavior of the psychic. At this moment, he felt sleepy again, so he found a place to sleep again. When he returned to the bed, what about fate and death? , the fateful prophecy was quickly forgotten.

Whether good things or not, after all, whether I care or not, they will happen. Whether you like it or not, they will exist, just like the real masters in the dark universe, the existences of the highest heaven.

The next day, he still got up very early and started arranging to log in as soon as possible. Everyone was feeling uneasy. The little insomnia yesterday did not change his mind. If he knew the most important thing, would he be able to do it? Bring back that precarious star sector.

"Staff officer, how is the personnel deployment going?" Alan Bayer asked.

The staff officer replied. "It's almost done. The equipment and resources needed by individual soldiers are all carried on the transport ship. We can just carry out the attack when needed from the east."

"What's the status of the psychics?" Alan Beyer thought about something that needed attention.

The staff officer replied. ‘We are in good condition and they can all set off. "

Alan Bair nodded. "Everyone, their general attack has begun. After the battleship launches them and lands on the ground, we will encounter greenskins like an ocean. Death and despair are with us. There is no doubt that they will encounter the entire sector. The most difficult character.”

"He is afraid of a collapse in morale, because when they come to the east, they will face more terrifying situations, such as exploring the outside of a hulk composed of aliens and heretics, and fighting in the east for an unknown amount of time with almost no follow-up supplies."

"Our deaths will not be remembered, because if the greenskins cannot be expelled, the humans in that sector will have a chance of death."

"Including them, of course, unless they use sublight speed to drift out of the entire sector for decades, but such cowardly desertion is not done by the Skadi Fourth Regiment, nor is it done by the Imperial Guard."

"When the greenskins come, kill the greenskins. When the traitors come, kill the traitors. All aliens and heretics should die."

"The oath they made to Xu Dong is still in effect, and they prayed for their slender souls to cross the earth!"

Qidong, the soldiers of Skadi's 4th Regiment, all have melta or deflagration guns on their legs, chain swords hanging on their waists, some elites with personal void shields, basically all of them have experienced the greenskin war. There are less than 3,000 veterans who came from the east and continue to serve, such as the Mingdu non-commissioned officers, and of course there are many Catachans gathered on the battleship's helipad.

they shouted in deafening voices. "He has transferred his delicate soul to oil!"

The fourth Skadi regiment walked on the transport plane in an orderly manner. The Bordero turned off its engine and relied on inertia to push forward. All the lights were turned off. On the dark side of the star, the entire world was incomparably black. Please describe it. It feels like falling from a high altitude with your eyes closed.

And they only have the information about the login time, launch time, and two time points agreed with the veterans. Whether the veterans will attract firepower earlier or later, the elites of the two regiments who logged in, and even the entire Boulder Luo Hao will be destroyed.

But will those Imperial Navy disappoint? They won't!

Old Bob Hanxuan. "That thing destroyed the Kabbah base! Damn it, his old friend is here!" Dozens of old ships that have been in service for more than a thousand years roared with their machine souls that have not moved for a long time, and the cannons have expired. ammunition, but those loyal things still did not explode. Instead, the cannon and light spear were so powerful that they pierced the station shield without the green skin noticing, and hit the surface of the hulk.

The greenskins of the entire hulk were alarmed, and an absurdly dense amount of cannonballs were fired from the large and small spliced ​​turrets of the hulk.

But Bob and the other veterans were holding Amset, so they had the only requirement for the mission, which was to bring alcohol.

The captain took a swig. "Ha~ I've wanted to do that for a long time, it's so cool!"

"To the Emperor, old man!"

Then he turned to the fleet communicator and spoke. "They are like this now, joining together as a team to fight. When did it happen?"

The communicator answered. "It seems that we have to deal with the bugs, or those titans? Anyway, they have supported Damocles Bay. The empire cannot survive without them!"

Old Bob showed off to the soldier next to him. "right."

The old imperial war engine roared, barely dodging one bombing, and then being hit by more bombs. Because it was too old, there was no so-called void shield. The entire ship was crumbling, revealing the outside of the ship, but it was not empty at all inside. of.

Old Bob drank and continued chatting. "No, it wouldn't be possible without them. I'm sorry, brothers, his oxygen pump is broken, and he can't go back."

"Make it clear to the crew members he trained that he will die of old age."

The communicator answered. "He's about the same. His engine is gone, and the inertia is pushing him towards the greenskins."

said another. "He's fine. It's just that the battleship's weapons depot spontaneously combusted due to shooting. The temperature there is a bit high, but it will definitely feel good if it hits the green leather's face."

Old Bob shouted to his soldiers. "Go forward at full speed, towards the greenskin's bombardment port!"

"no!"

The fierce flames burned the engine, and the battleship slowly approached the huge planet-like wreck. The three-kilometer-long battleship looked like a toy in front of it, but it was a disaster for the greenskins who bombarded them.

The loyal souls of the empire became shining at this moment, no different from when they were young. Are they old? It's just that the power is gradually draining from the flesh. When the greenskins realized that something was wrong, those things were getting bigger and bigger until they burned in the atmosphere. The empire's warships were not asteroids, and they would disappear in the atmosphere because of burning.

The huge object fell to the east, and the dazzling light was the first explosion of the power reactor of the empire's battleship. The space wreck that had not left any wounds in the deaths of hundreds of millions of people before was attacked for the first time. The dark pit smashed the defense erected by the greenskins in front of it, and the dead aliens were countless.

With a rumbling sound, the transport ships cut through the atmosphere of that terrible place one by one, and landed in the east at a very fast speed. The door of the warehouse opened, and the real appearance of the terrible space hulk was revealed.

There was no green water and green mountains there, but there were mushroom fields composed of light-colored orc spores all over the ground, and countless fart spirits mining materials on the ground.

It was cold, but you could exhale cold air. The dark environment made the Imperial Guards wear night vision goggles. The thousand hulks would not rotate, and they were locked day and night. There were naval guns and defenses facing the sun, but the dark side was the small tribe of orcs.

The smell of the air was not good, like rotten smelly socks. Mountains composed of warships rose and fell one after another, some of which were human, Eldar, and orcs. They were constantly connected and twisted in the subspace, turning into that huge place.

The elites of the 4th Regiment of Skadi and the 143rd Regiment of the Paltoria Guards spit out flames from their guns, and lasers cut through the air, burning those aliens, cleaning up the mining fart spirits and a small number of overseers.

After ensuring the silence, the engineer shovel began to dig the "mud" composed of green skin biomass between the battleships. The transport planes were moving countless sandbags, barbed wire, guns, and as many supplies as possible to ensure that none of the Lumen balls could be opened.

In the hidden place of Battleship Mountain, the communication equipment was also built, and the Imperial Guards settled there, under the cover of countless deaths and sacrifices.

Then they had to face endless green skins and extremely difficult land exploration.

In the universe, in a battle barge, the Astartes of the Destruction Eagle Regiment were boarding the airdrop warehouse. Although they didn't know whose troops were attacking the orcs, it gave them an excellent opportunity to land from the dark side of the wreck.

Coincidentally, the two loyal forces chose to land at a similar location at the same time, and the Space Marines of the Destruction Eagle Regiment never thought that their usual arrogant attitude towards mortals would completely change after that action.

I said I wanted a break, but I couldn't help but write. I feel uncomfortable if I don't write anymore.