God Emperor’s Angel of Death

When Soshian further confirmed the warning message, he sighed in relief. It turned out that only a small group of Spirit Race pirates appeared.

There are many so-called Spirit Race pirate gangs scattered throughout the galaxy. They are all ferocious and deadly robbers.

These Spirit Race pirates abandon the strict restrictions of Craftworld, go into voluntary exile, seek adventure in the galaxy and experience Spirit Race. The sensitive mind can be exposed to all emotions and feelings.

Most pirates are young and adventurous Spirit Race. When they are older, wiser, and trained in war, they will return to their hometown.

But some Spirit Races completely embrace the robber career. They have fallen deeper, become more bloodthirsty and insane, indulging in their darkest impulses, and finally find the notorious dark Yudu Como Luo.

When overwhelming majority, they are a frequent hazard to the commercial fleet, but rarely pose a threat to Imperium's main war fleet.

The intelligence of the Spirit Race fleet appearing in Storm Star Domain was quickly analyzed by "professionals" as a small group of Spirit Race pirates. This level of Xenos threat Imperium basically adopts a strategy of driving away. After all, Spirit Race’s battleship has always been known for its agility and speed. Unless Imperium is willing to send a large fleet to set up ambushes, it will be difficult to catch them.

For a handful of insignificant harassment and some complaints from trading merchants, it is obvious that the Imperium Navy will not dispatch valuable large-scale battleships. The only action is to order ports and fortresses to strengthen their guards-even this Actions, most of the time, are just for the perfunctory nagging of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Since the Imperium Navy is not so caring, Soshian naturally has no reason to bother to deal with this matter. Although Astarte is the Guardian of Imperium, after continuous combat, Chapter also needs to rest for a while.

He planned to focus on the internal construction of Chapter and the daily training of the warriors, but Savita found him and asked him to immediately assemble the fleet.

When Soshian asked the reason, the other party only replied one sentence.

"The prophet is here."

However, apart from Soshian, not everyone is so careless.

The garrison officer of Nathan Six is ​​very vigilant.

"We must be vigilant, they may attack any place at any time."

Lieutenant General Concor's eyes scanned the video station, flashing data showing the information through the connection and The plug flows into his cerebral cortex.

The rail defense measures are all normal.

The bridge personnel below him were fixed in their positions or hurriedly returned. Facing the information icons, the wide hall echoed with low-pitched conversation.

The cursor moved swiftly and creakingly, the thinker kept clicking, and the knocking sound of the bright boots colliding with the hard-to-scrub deck came one after another.

This is Nathan Six, which is also the world he wants to protect.

The Nathan Galaxy is a standard star system. Seven planets revolve around a star, but only Nathan 4 and 5 are habitable. No. 1, 2 and 3 are all due to high temperatures. And the harsh geological environment cannot be colonized, and there are only some mine stations that are taught by Mechanics.

As for the planets Nathan Six and Seven, they are all too far away and are very cold and uninhabitable. Planet 7 does not even have an atmosphere, and Nathan Six has a thin atmosphere.

For this reason, Nathan VI became a transit station for the Imperium Navy, and several large prisons were built on the planet to contain criminals in this galaxy and surrounding planets— -They will work all their lives in the mines under the prison.

As a transfer station, Nathan-6 naturally also has its orbital defense facilities.

In fact, after many years of building and building, the orbital station of Nathan-6 can already be called a fortress. It is attached to the orbit of the planet like a huge steel starfish, guarding against the darkness. Any unkind gaze.

Lieutenant General Concor used to be the captain of a cruiser of the Imperium Navy. Until his battleship was severely damaged in a battle, he was thrown here after his "years of exhaustion" Pension.

But he has never had a heart for "old-care", and he firmly believes that he will return to the battlefield one day.

Now Lieutenant General Concor is scanning the marks around him on the display. An armed transport ship and three sword-class frigates are currently his only ships.

I heard that there have been some riots in the prisons below recently, and I don’t know what it is.

But Concor does not care about it.

The operational status of the orbital station is the most important.

Once any enemy appears, he will concentrate on destroying it.

Concor has a high hatred of Xenos, especially Spirit Race-it was a handful of Spirit Race that injured his ship, but Dark Eldar.

But he will not be so clear, he just hates Spirit Race, hate them for taking away the opportunity to continue fighting on the battlefield.

Under his cold appearance, Concor is also looking forward to testing the powerful strength of this combat space station.

This thought made him excited on his hard throne.

Then he brought his thoughts into the sound and moved his throat.

"How long will the weapon system be fully tested?"

The lieutenant admiral shouted.

The question was amplified by the open-mouthed skeleton brass wire that constituted the armrest of his throne, and the non-commissioned officer hurriedly returned to their position to evaluate the reading.

Unsurprisingly, Chief Deputy Officer Qiao Lun was the first to reply.

"It will take another 17 minutes and 7 seconds, sir."

His voice came from the Department of The Thinker.

Concor snorted, and came out with an ugly growl—it ​​was obvious that the damn kid wanted his job.

"Maintain the current level. I hope that all weapons can operate in perfect condition in the subsequent firepower test. Do you understand?"

"Understood, sir. "

A neat voice sounded on the bridge, and then everyone became busy.

Concon’s riddled with scars synthetic skin lips showed a smile, but this expression did not It lasted too long.

A separate security alarm sounded on one of the prediction stations.

"What happened? "

A circuit station worker hurriedly investigated with fear and potential feelings.

"What's the matter? "

The lieutenant admiral shouted.

"Area 195 just reported signs of damage to air integrity. It indicates that an area of ​​the orbital station may be broken, but the impact small. "

Concor evaluated the information during a heartbeat.

It is almost certain that this is the result of a collision with a piece of atmospheric debris or an unknown satellite, but anyway, If it were not for a thorough solution to anything, he would not be promoted to where he is today.

The operating rules of the orbital station specify how to deal with this situation.

"I want a complete fortune-telling scan of the neighborhood. "

He immediately gave the order, and the bridge began to get busy.

"If something enters the fire coverage of the orbital station, I will know about it right away! 195 The damaged area is immediately sealed, the safety draft and the report of the damaged control unit, who is responsible for that part? "

"The lower lieutenant Ma Rui, sir! "

The second lieutenant replied loudly and punched Qiao Lun.

"Tell him I want to get a thorough report of the situation in five minutes,"

Conco gave orders in a deep voice.

"And—"

Suddenly, he couldn't continue because he felt something wet running down his lips .

He wiped his nose and saw a red stain appearing on the back of his hand, spreading on his white silk gloves, and then another drop of blood dripped.

At the same time. Another drop of blood hit the embroidered cuffs of his uniform.

"Captain? "

Someone asked nervously, Concor looked up at the chief lieutenant standing under the stage.

The opponent's nose was bleeding too.

For a moment , He became stunned and unbelievable because he realized that everyone on the bridge suffered the same pain.

"The bridge was under hostile attack! "

These are the voices from the security director, but these voices seem to be distant and sluggish.

Concentrates one's mind immediately.

His thoughts In trouble, dragged down by some strange and sudden drowsiness.

He vaguely realized what the adjutant was shouting, and then a sudden headache, accompanied by an intrusion alarm ringing across the bridge.

The old lieutenant general shook his body uncontrollably, and then subconsciously clung to the armrest of the throne, trying his best to break free from the dizziness and speak.

His The eardrum ruptured, but he already realized what attacked them.