Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Countless red lights flashed in the bridge under the Gothic support dome. Instructions composed of roars and curses filled the brain of the Mars-class battle cruiser. Busy sailors were walking back and forth under the bridge command platform. Running, dense data streams scrolled on countless displays.

The flickering green light of fire and electric arcs shot into the bridge from the universe. The beams, support columns and external cables flickered under the light of the battlefield. Countless rays of light ignited the dim silence before the war began.

Cole stood in the captain's command position and looked at the battlefield outside the window. The Mechanicus' fleet was being harvested and severely damaged by the undead. It has to be said that although the Mechanicus' fleet has far superior firepower and more advanced equipment than the Imperial Navy, it is obvious that this The idiots' understanding of space warfare is worrisome.

The Mechanicus fleet faces the terrifying harvest fleet of the undead. Since it attacks in a continuous formation, although this can indeed maximize the firepower of the Mechanicus fleet and weave the dense firepower network into a torrential rain of destruction, most of the time Effectively annihilating most enemies of the Empire.

But obviously, this method of attack has very limited effect on the undead. The terrifying black stone battleships of these space undead are extremely fast and can block most direct firepower. Only the Nova Cannon can cause relatively effective damage, but compared to Due to the time difference between recharging the Nova Cannon and aiming to fire, the Necromancer fleet had already rushed in front of them.

A splendid sea of ​​space fire bloomed outside the Infinite Frontier. The flashing red warning lights were mixed with the firelight. The battle sirens inside the ship sounded one after another. The battle warnings broadcast outside the automatic machine continued to cycle, like a sharp knife piercing the heart. A person's back feels cold and tense.

But Cole is no longer afraid of this. He is not one of those young recruits, nor are most of the people on this ship. He does not need to worry about their psychological problems.

Cole opened the holographic communication interface, and the Imperial Sky Eagle logo flashed past, "Chief Bird, contact the Great Sage of the Mechanicus Fleet." "As you command, Captain."

The communication interface began to operate after a while, and countless icons and display marks began to move and change. After a burst of data flow, the mechanical skull logo of the Mechanicum appeared on the holographic interface.

Cole looked at the rotating mechanical skull and cleared his throat. He looked at the symbol solemnly with one hand behind his back, "Great Sage, I am a member of the Inquisition's fleet, the Mars-class battlecruiser Infinite Frontier." Captain Cole Markarian, I am here to provide assistance in the name of Inquisitor Vito Constantine.”

"We are not requesting reinforcements, Captain." The image of the Great Sage did not appear, but his voice was already displayed on the audio paragraph, and the jittering audio lines lit up his mechanical syllables one by one.

The vibrations of the ship's hull caused by the explosion reverberated in the bridge, and Cole's body shook slightly. He looked out the window across the holographic interface. It was a Dictator-class cruiser that disintegrated in the explosion, with fierce flames. Spewing out from the plasma thruster, the explosion of the macro cannon brought a surging shock wave effect.

"Fight in three minutes, repeat, fight in three minutes." The alarm sounded on the broadcast, and Cole looked back at the holographic icon of the Mechanicus.

"In the name of the Emperor and the Tribunal, the Great Sage immediately evacuates your fleet and ground forces. You cannot win." "No, we must protect the intellectual heritage of the Ohm Messiah and complete the excavation and research."

An emotionless mechanical voice responded to the captain. The voice had no warmth and was more like the answer of an automatic servitor, but Cole knew that every member of the Mechanicum had this virtue.

Cole raised his hand and pointed to the battlefield outside, "You will be annihilated by the undead fleet within two hours. Your numbers are not enough to defeat them. Retreat the Great Sage. My people and I will carry out the orders issued by Judge Constantine." Extermination order, destroy the Sustevo star."

"No, the extermination order cannot be accepted, and the captain stops execution." "Impossible, the inquisitor has signed the order, and I will implement the decision." "Then we will sink your battleship, and we must protect the intellectual heritage."

Cole frowned suddenly. It was a threat. Even if it was said in such a cold tone, it was still a threat.

Cole punched the control interface and burst into anger, "I order you in the name of the Emperor! Retreat! Otherwise, this broken ball will be blown up together with your trash!"

"No, we must defend our intellectual heritage."

Cole cursed in a low voice. The engagement warning was getting closer and closer. He had no time to argue with this binary idiot. He had to reach low-Earth orbit as soon as possible to prepare for the execution of the extermination order. Currently, the only safe area where bombing deployment could be completed was the Adeptus Mechanicus. The back side of the fleet, the backlit side of the planet.

He had to pass through the Mechanicum fleet, and if these binary idiots stayed like this, he would have to fight through it, and Cole didn't want to fight the Empire's "own people" at this time.

"Let me speak to the Sage, Captain." Omega's voice came from behind. Cole turned his head and looked at the approaching Technical Sage. His iron feet resounded with crisp collisions as they walked from the bridge floor. Voice.

Omega walked to the holographic communication and looked up at the symbol of his sect. The mechanical arm behind Omega undulated slightly under the red robe. Cole looked at Omega's large red robe. There were a large number of undulating ripples behind it, as if there were countless Just like tentacles, there are steel arms twisting and wriggling at the bottom of the robe.

Omega's mechanical arm is very unique, more unique than most of the priests Cole has seen. His mechanical arm is composed of layered bionic scales, and it moves like steel snakes.

A mechanical arm suddenly emerged from under the red robe. Cole subconsciously took a step back, and the three-pronged iron hand was suddenly inserted into the interface of the holographic platform.

The mechanical priest looked at his colleagues, and lines of data streams flashed through his mechanical eyes, "After calculation, the probability of success in the battle on Sustvo is 19.74%, and the probability of failure has exceeded the acceptable limit. In the name of Ohm Messiah , this war does not qualify as a calculated success.”

"Based on the fact that more than 56.77% of the fleet and 46.9% of the ground forces were lost in the war, it is calculated that the exploration fleet will be annihilated in one hour and six minutes, and the ground forces will be annihilated in twelve hours. The completed technology Dig the results of your work back to zero.”

"It is recommended that the retreat order be executed immediately, the existing scientific and technological achievements be preserved, and the data be brought back to the nearest forging world for archiving and filing to avoid irreparable erroneous losses."

Cole looked at the data calculation array in the corner of the holographic interface. Those data streams that were completely incomprehensible to others were beating rapidly, calculating and deducing something. When the data stream stopped, the face of the mechanical sage from the exploration fleet finally appeared. on the interface.

Data flashed in the eyes of the mechanical sage in red robes. After a moment, he raised his mechanical eye. To be precise, the eye turned on its own.

"The data calculation has been completed, and the results are consistent with the calculation results. Following the orders of the sacred calculation array, I will execute the retreat procedure and control the great sage."

"Praise the Ohm Messiah." The great sage said, and Omega's mechanical arm was pulled out, and the scaly arm flashing like a snake with countless cold lights retracted under the red robe, "Praise the Ohm Messiah."

The image of the Exploration Fleet Sage disappeared, and the Empire Skyhawk's logo reappeared on the interface. Cole breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Omega, who turned and left without saying a word.

Cole immediately opened another communication band, and a logo with the letter i quickly popped up on it.

"Vito, the binary idiots have agreed to retreat. You only have one hour to turn off the phase conversion stance, and then I will launch the cyclone torpedo."

"Ha, Omega convinced them, right?"

Vito said with a smile and flew the fighter plane over the entire battlefield. Below him, the Mechanicus Skitarii were engaged in a fierce battle with the undead. Both sides were fearless mechanical bodies, replacing thoughts with programs and steel. Replaced flesh and blood.

Brave attacks without fear of death are constantly being staged on the surface of the planet. Even in the face of the terrifying firepower of disintegration rays and high-speed rifles, even if the comrades around them are silently decomposed and collapsed one by one, these fearless red-robed warriors The servants of the Mechanicus just calmly aimed and shot.

Seiko laser guns and laser weapons were methodically aimed and fired across the battlefield. On the other side of the scarlet battlefield, the undead soldiers were also advancing coldly. They completely ignored their fallen companions and just moved forward step by step like corpses. March forward, pushing forward stubbornly under fire.

Machine against machine collided as the Titans of the Adeptus Mechanicus marched across the desolate landscape, sweeping the destructive firepower of turbolasers and pulse laser cannons across the battlefield.

The warrior-level Titans crushed broken chariots and vehicles, trampled the wasteland of death, and vented the terrifying wrath of the Ohm Messiah on those soulless things.

On the commander's side, giant structures are also advancing steadily. Decomposition beams and Gauss rays are sweeping the battlefield. The iron feet of mechanical soldiers are crushing the corpses on the battlefield, crushing and splattering the remains of flesh, flesh and machinery.

"Only the Mechanicus binary can convince another binary. Now you only have one hour. I will launch the cyclone torpedo in one hour. You'd better get out of here before then."

"Copy that, Captain." Vito smiled jokingly and pulled the control lever suddenly. The Thunderhawk swooped down from the sky, the blue body flew over the head of an undead infantryman, and the soulless cold body turned around. He turned around and raised the Gauss rifle in his hand to aim at the Thunder Eagle, but almost immediately the Necron soldier was hit by the Mechanicus ray and fell to the ground.

The Thunderhawk rushed between the high-speed rays and the ferocious firepower of the Titans. Vito rushed directly towards the two intertwined pulse laser cannon rays. Vito turned his wrist, and the Thunderhawk made a classic "scalpel" action. Passed between the gaps in the beam.

"Fuck! Vito, you're playing with your heartbeat!" Ragna complained, and Vito smiled, straightened his body, and roared into the valley behind the undead army.

The Thunder Eagle was flying along the isthmus at a high speed. Vito's eyes were fixed on the mountain space passing rapidly in front of him. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he plunged down.

Several Astartes in the cabin were thrown onto the backs of their seats, and the Thunderhawk rushed downwards at extremely high speeds into the grid-like rock formations at the bottom of the underground.

The moment the Thunder Eagle rushed down from a rock bee hole, the roof of the rock formation behind it was shattered by the laser beam. The collapsed rocks splashed and collapsed behind the Thunder Eagle, and its crusher also plunged headlong into The grid below the formation.

It was a undead Vulture fighter plane. The crescent-shaped alien fighter plane chased behind the Thunder Eagle. Laser beams and lightning shot out from the weapon launchers on both sides, chasing the escaping blue fighter from behind. Thunderhawk.

Vito drove the Thunder flying through the collapsed giant rock pillars and dome fragments. He kept shaking the control stick to dodge the firepower of the Vulture fighter planes behind him. The laser beams and lightning strikes whizzed past the Thunder Eagle at extremely close range, striking On top of those underlying structures, smash those ancient creations that were thousands of years old.

Imperial fighter jets roared past the crashing rock fragments, while the alien fighter jets behind them also roared past, and the black crescent fighter jets chased the invaders.

Vito looked at the rear display screen with his peripheral vision. The Crescent Fighter was chasing closely behind him. He looked at the natural stone pillars that collapsed and fell to the ground around him.

He looked back at the scene outside the cockpit glass in front of him. Vito Constantine, one of the best pilots in the empire, suddenly pulled the trigger of the control stick.

The bolt cannon at the front of the Thunderhawk's fuselage then spit out deadly tongues of fire. The bolt bombs hit a supporting stone pillar in front. The stone pillar instantly broke and collapsed, and the huge body began to shatter and disintegrate.

Vito stretched out his hand to fully maximize the power of the propulsion engine. The traversing engine, which had stalled after the end of the fuselage entered the atmosphere, was instantly ignited, and a high-power fire pillar spewed out with powerful propulsion.

The Thunder Eagle instantly flew over the collapsed stone pillar, and the Necromancer fighter followed closely behind. However, as the stone pillar collapsed and shattered, the entire ground network structure began to collapse. The rock structure above the head of the Vulture fighter collapsed and fell, like a big hand. On the Necromancer fighter plane.

The alien creation crashed to the ground and was carried by countless rock debris and fell into the rift valley. After a burst of dust and roar, it completely lost its movement.

The blue Thunder Eagle raised its head and flew up before the valley completely collapsed. The blue figure passed through the dust cloud caused by the overall collapse. The sand, gravel and debris continued to rub and hit the aircraft body. The four giants in the cabin listened. There were constant crashes outside, and the rustling sandstorm was wearing down the machine body.

Vito looked at the field of vision in front of him that was completely obscured by the sandstorm. Countless gravel and gravel collided and slid past the outside of the glass. The blurry light of the sun was continuously refracted and dispersed in the sandstorm environment, and finally turned into a large blur of light. faint.

The fuselage was shaking violently, but Vito still held the steering column calmly and looked at the sandstorm clouds flying in front of him.

The blue machine that looked like a roiling sandstorm in the valley broke through the sandstorm clouds and shot out with a long tail flame.

Vito pulled up vertically along the rock wall, and the fuselage was almost completely pressed against the rock wall and flying at high speed. The judge leaned on his seat and calmly watched the scene in front of him. When the fighter plane reached a certain height, he suddenly jerked. With a shake of the control stick, the propulsion nozzle was pushed violently to one side, causing the fighter plane to fly sideways.

The fighter plane quickly corrected its angle, and almost at the same time, the fighter plane appeared under the dazzling sunlight. The fighter plane appeared at the corner of the black pyramid of the Necromancer's Tomb protruding from the mountain rock wall, which happened to be the entrance and exit of a fighter jet take-off.

A large shadow was cast on the undead soldiers on the deck. They turned their heads dullly to look at the object that caused the shadow, and then they saw the last scene they saw in this "organism".

Thunderhawks hovered outside the hangar, twin bolt cannons firing fiercely, raining firepower into the hangar, and the explosions violently bombarded everything that could be found.

The bodies of the Necron soldiers were shattered by bomb bombs, and their bodies flew in all directions under the gunfire. The Necromancer fighters parked in the hangar that had not yet taken off also exploded and disintegrated under the rain of bombs and the incoming missiles, and were swallowed up by green electric fire. It took half of the hangar.

The Thunderhawk's gunfire illuminated the edge of the hangar. As the Thunderhawk gradually descended until it landed, the gunfire stopped. The take-off and landing support structure leaned firmly on the ground and dragged the Thunderhawk fighter up.

The boarding deck was lowered in the hangar filled with gunfire smoke. Ragna rushed out almost as soon as the deck landed. He leaned on a pillar and gasped, "Father, we finally landed. I will never fly on your plane again in my life!”

Vito walked down from between the remaining three Astartes. He stood at the end of the deck and looked at Ragnar, who looked like he was constipated. "Are you half angry?" "Yes."

"Very well, sprinkle it on them."

Vito said as he drew his bolter and pointed it at the Necron Guards who appeared in the hangar corridor, and the three Astartes also drew their weapons.

Ragnar watched them burst into angry wolf howls, and he held the same roaring chain saw and burst out into a thunderous war cry.