DipNovel Chapter 294 “Pirates” are rampant
Chapter 294 “Pirates” are rampant
The winner stood on the back of the manta ray, floating slowly, his brows furrowed.
Yifeng continued to introduce, and the winner divided this series of novel things into three levels in his mind. The highest level was the space manta ray, pseudo-holys and the secret cult battleship, followed by the original weapons, battle armor and other things. , the last level is Fengyun-class battleship, flying train and ion storm.
"Okay, this is all the weapons. Basically, except for the masterwork power sword and explosive bombs, the weapons provided by our chapter and the empire's supplies are completely irrelevant."
Yifeng stopped. This is the history museum of the war group, and the Sisyphus Think Tank is looking after it.
However, his hand holding the Pumpkin Hammer had already unfolded the evil god's perspective. The strange thing was that he could not lock the Forbidden Army. On the subspace level, the Imperial Guard is completely immune to the corruption of the Four Gods, let alone the Pumpkin Hammer.
Sisyphus glanced at the victor in black robes and spoke slowly, "Is he the person you are talking about?"
"Yes, give him the highest authority and he can see whatever he wants."
(Note: The permissions of this group are divided into Yifeng permissions, highest permissions, secondary permissions...)
The Forbidden Army glanced at the Pumpkin Hammer, and then... left, left...
It is so normal for a think tank director to possess a psychic weapon, and it is not even ranked among the ranks of this war group.
He quickly browsed the history of the entire war group. The history of Yifeng's fortune was very vague before the arrival of Sisyphus' think tank. In the days when there was no think tank, all records were handwritten by Yifeng, so naturally...
"Who wrote these?"
"Me." Yifeng put his hands on his hips and looked quite proud. Sisyphus had already retreated to a farther distance, and the counter-psionic power was not so easy to bear.
"Who taught you calligraphy?"
"I, a descendant of White Scar, have always been quite artistic, and I am naturally good at calligraphy... I will tell you after you turn off the cutting fire."
"Ahem," Yifeng cleared his throat, "Magado Malcador."
The winner felt that the handwriting was very similar, and then glanced at Yifeng with suspicion.
Thinking of Guilliman's attitude towards Yifeng, he was a little confused... Could it be that Malcador was resurrected from the subspace and was transformed into a Primaris warrior...
After taking a breath, the winner put this outrageous idea behind him.
"Can you tell me how Malcador guided you?" The Imperial Army only knew that Yifeng was Malcador's "last disciple," Guilliman said.
"I'm afraid I can't describe it. The huge memory appeared in my mind out of thin air." Regarding this question, Yifeng spread his hands. I can't say that Malcador just grabbed a soul.
The Forbidden Army browsed through the history of the battle group for more than two hundred years at an astonishing speed, and everything was firmly remembered in his mind. He had to find a way to contact the Forbidden Army brothers and send this precious information back. He only trusted Custodes and Primarchs.
"Did the regent say anything to you before leaving?"
"you do not need to know."
.......
Okay, Brother Custodian, we will take a short break now. Our dining problem will be solved during the next visit. A small Tau slaughter production line is already in place. We will take you to taste several flavors of Tau. Food bars.
"Do you usually eat this?"
“Is there anything wrong with slaughtering livestock to make protein bars?”
The Imperial Guard thought for a moment and realized that the Tau were not aliens entrenched in the Gulf of Damocles area. There was nothing wrong with them. This was the edge of the Extreme Star Territory.
"Are you sure there are no side effects?"
"Of course, please trust our technology. I really hope that the Tyranids can also cook. In that case, the human empire will not need to endure hunger."
"Put away your heretical ideas," the Imperial Guard took a bite of the food stick and then said, "The research on the Tyranids has not stopped, and there has not been much progress."
"Oh." Yifeng's tone was full of infinite regret. Space Manta slowly walked through the last area and stopped in the huge warehouse. This is the war preparation general warehouse. Manta and Asta, who are cheap Titans, All kinds of weapons that special agents usually attach are stored here.
"Commander, everything is normal in the No. 1 combat readiness warehouse."
Yifeng asked the guard to return to his post and said to the winner, "These are all the important facilities. For more more professional things, you may need a technical sergeant to explain to you." Opposite is Enke's room, where there is a meal Sparks and lightning flashed, and the small glass windows flickered.
"I know, I'll be judging you secretly."
After saying that, the winner disappeared into the many war weapons at a speed that was difficult to see clearly.
That night, Yifeng suffered severe head injuries because he took off his helmet to sleep and continued to injure himself vigorously while "sleepwalking".
According to people familiar with the matter, Yifeng did not go out the next day, and no one saw the Forbidden Army. However, from then on, Yifeng also wore a helmet when sleeping.
On the People's Light, after Ina, there is another ghost, wandering in the huge mechanical structure, spreading more and more widely among the residents who always think that they are working in the huge hive, and gradually It became an urban legend.
.....
It's rare for the Red Torrent army to assemble, and with so many new brothers coming, of course they have to... "test and test".
As a result, because the fleet was too large, Yifeng came to Zheng He to scare the West. There was no resistance from the human world, and he surrendered as soon as he saw the fleet.
As a result, Yifeng had to separate the fleet to find the alien stronghold.
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Deep in the Storm Star Territory, the world of Ophelia No. 7 is still sacred and inviolable. The Baka fleet is still fighting an arduous battle. A large number of rebellions and greenskin invasions are like dark clouds hanging over mankind.
In the Caligari sector, due to the raging small-scale subspace turmoil that appears and disappears, the empire's control over this area is almost zero. Countless inquisitors have died here, and hundreds of corrupted worlds and alien strongholds have made this area The distribution of power in the region has become intricate.
In this chaotic paradise, pirates thrive, but in the past hundred years, their lives have not been easy.
The rise of a powerful force brought huge changes to the entire pirate world.
That force is called the Deathbringers, and they kill other pirate ships mercilessly, with almost no possibility of cooperation unless you completely surrender and join them.
This group of savage and cruel pirates swept the area back and forth, gathering the pirates under their command, making the entire star region obey his orders, and occupied the world like a separatist warlord.
The subspace turbulence that appears from time to time takes the Deathbringers away from this star region, and their monopoly on trade routes makes this force increasingly wealthy.
All merchant ships passing through the route must pay taxes. There was once a rogue trader who refused to pay the envoy dues because he owned an Ambition-class cruiser and a dozen Explorer-class frigates and had a strong military. So after a fierce naval battle, the Ambition-class cruiser became the flagship of the Deathbringers.
When this pirate force extended its hand further, the planetary governors united to arm themselves and called on the navy to come to quell the rebellion.
The Baka fleet had no time to clean up these "little minions". The Ministry of Military Affairs just glanced at this request and threw it into the trash heap as waste paper.
The waterway is very smooth, and merchants can safely send goods away as long as they pay a fee, and trade security has even been slightly improved.
Compared with the invasion of those greenskins and genestealers, this kind of pirates are not worth mentioning.
The planetary governors were forced to use their connections. If the first-line naval troops couldn't call them, let's try calling some second-line troops.
If you shout more and join forces, you can finally wipe out this pirate area.
These second-generation and young officers with insufficient actual combat experience joined this encirclement and suppression. Unity and cooperation were completely non-existent. The captain of each ship was thinking about his own military merit and glory.
A surprise attack hidden in a rain of meteorites extinguished their illusions.
A month later, the navy "returned triumphantly." Killing a large number of pirates, real heads and many people on the bounty list gave these navy a lot of qualifications.
They patched up a bit and met with nearly every planetary governor who supported them.
A second-line navy of the empire was stationed in this area and was responsible for suppressing the surrounding pirates.
Trade routes have become smoother, and pirates' broken ships and horrific corpses are constantly being sent to the Military Affairs Department for verification of their military exploits.
There are countless pirates to kill, and the envoy fees charged are even more exaggerated. Every voyage of a private trading enterprise is like a gamble.
The Death Messengers are now in their hometowns, looking for their next target.
Imperial gold coins were piled up in the center of the hall, and the "pirate lords" who each led a huge fleet were meeting their king.
"Boss William, General Cross of the Imperial Navy asked us, when should their next attack be?"
"Humph, a bunch of cowards," William snorted, his words full of disdain, "Go tell them that there is no need to attack recently. We are searching for prey, but I don't want the supplies to stop."
William's armor has become duller from the accumulated wear and tear over time, and he rarely takes action anymore, except to teach some people who try to betray him.
"Big boss, if we say this, will it cause their dissatisfaction?"
"Dissatisfied? Remember, all this is an exchange of interests. If you want to develop and grow, you must increase revenue and reduce expenditure, and do everything you can to squeeze out profits. The corpses of the pirates we killed and the broken and difficult-to-repair ships are, for the navy, It is an important source of military merit. What those nobles with prominent family backgrounds want most is the safety of their heirs and a large amount of military merit. We are the only candidates."
William paused, "We have killed all the pirate gangs in the entire star field, and we are their only partners. We collect fees, protect the waterways, and kill the pirates, and they only need to exchange everything we do for the empire in the form of military merit." of supplies delivered to us.”
"Then... do we still want to rob?"
"Of course, there are no pirates anymore. Why do the planetary governors call the navy? Why do the navy come here to safely earn military merits and defraud supplies? They are raising pirates to respect themselves. Remember, they feel that they are raising pirates to respect themselves."
Whoever is the real Kou...whoever has the biggest fist has the final say.
After a while, an Astartes entered the place. The black paint was full of scratches, and the traces of repaired bomb craters were very obvious. The emblem of intertwined swords was faintly scratched on the shoulder armor. This was not obvious, as if using a The power sword was forcibly engraved on it.
He hurried to William with a piece of information.
"Commander William, we have discovered some Chaos traitors. The reconnaissance brothers said that they are very convinced that there is something wrong with the governor of World No. 24 in the Luo System. A team of exploration psychics has disappeared there."
"Okay, brothers, the pirates are going to rob the imperial world. I hope the navy will 'arrive in time' and beat us to pieces."
William suddenly stood up, and the mortals felt a heavy sense of oppression like a mountain moving sideways, crashing towards them.
The power armor stepped heavily on the pile of gold coins. A large number of gold coins twisted and deformed, and were pressed together by brute force, becoming "heavyweight gold coins" as a reward for his men.
A limited edition with the footprints of the commander-in-chief. (very popular)
William's fleet did not have many large ships, but there were thousands of light gunboats. During the high-intensity battle of the Death Messenger, the old batch of surrendered pirates died and were injured, and the new batch of pirates were trained. Like a professional army, they are good at cooperating with the "less precise" air cover of the meteor shower-like gunboats to launch offensives against the enemy.
William walked in the front, and the mortals immediately stood up and ran to follow. Each one of them was a cutting-edge mortal fighting force rolled out of the mountain of swords and the sea of blood.
Cyborgs are popular among pirates, and there are always times when they are missing arms or legs when fighting.
A heavy reformer drove the two wheels very fast, and the mechanical arm grabbed several pirate leaders with good connections and placed them on his "legs".
The pirate commander who spoke earlier took a few breaths, with a trembling face, standing on a small mechanical crossbar, balancing precariously.
The pirates following him showed no intention of laughing at him. It looked like he could kill the blind guy who came close to him at any time by swaying from side to side.
"Constant, how is the situation in the subspace? Is there any turbulence?"
"There is no turbulence on our channel, and the light of the star torch is faintly visible." A timid female voice came out.
"Set the destination according to the original plan and gather everyone."
"The target setting is completed, the internal voyage time of the spacecraft is estimated to be 82 Terra hours."
William's military order quickly spread to the entire pirate ship formation. The main force was assembled within two hours. The void shield power began to increase, the engine warmed up, and the ship set sail.
Thousands of meteors pierced the night sky, and the children lying on the ground looking up at the stars proudly watched the magnificent fleet leaving the port. "When I grow up, I also want to be the messenger of death."
The Emperor's death angel.