Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

Oside put his hand on his waist, subconsciously holding the bolt pistol that had been with him for countless years.

Remembered by his father? Is this really possible?

He really started to think about this problem.

He took his soldiers and left a clear coordinate mark on the giant ship, and then his father could rely on the coordinates to bring more troops.

Will father succeed in capturing this battleship?

No! Dad will definitely succeed!

After my father succeeds, he will remember our sacrifice. Every time he uses this giant ship to destroy the empire, he will read our numbers in his data network.

What an honor!

Ousted became more and more excited as he thought about it, tapping his fingers on the bolt pistol to make a rhythmic sound.

He turned to look at his soldiers and announced this to them. These warriors who had been crawling around in the subspace and fighting for countless twisted years also became excited.

To say that there are only three things they desire most in their lives.

Destroy the empire, kill all the yellow-skinned idiots, and make their father proud of them.

Among them, destroying the empire and killing all the yellow-skinned idiots may have nothing to do with their will. It is more that their father's obsession with the empire and the yellow-skinned idiots affects them.

"You swore to our father so that I could believe you."

"No questions asked, I swear an oath to the ruler of the Ideal Heart, the conqueror and builder of the Endless Fortress, the supreme commander of the Eternal Iron Bone Legion, the sole master of the Iron Blood, and the father of the Iron Warriors!"

"In that case, do what you have to do."

Oside's voice disappeared, replaced by one-third of the Iron Warriors' fleet breaking away from the fleet group, and they flew towards the battlefield.

Blacksmith Shande stood on the bridge and stared at them dying, sighed, and then waved his hand to signal the fleet to prepare to open a gap in the subspace and escape.

The orc fleet has been smashed to pieces by Odemair's giant shield. Numerous ship parts are mixed with an even larger number of orc corpses floating in the universe, and strings of blood frozen into ice are scattered in the universe. Rotating and floating in the void.

"Father? They said father? Do you know what they are talking about?" Odemeyer asked Lin Fan curiously. She had been listening in during the exchange between Blacksmith Shande and Oside just now.

In fact, when she entered this universe, the vast area around her was her monitoring area.

But after listening to the orcs' exchanges in vain and using up his calculations, Odemeyer turned all his attention to the Iron Warriors' ship.

However, monitoring the ships of the Iron Warriors also gave Odemeyer some headaches. The devil's whispers kept interfering with her monitoring channels. Many of the missed and missing information was calculated by her logic, so she could only get a rough idea.

Among them, the word that is heard the most and has the most intense emotional fluctuations is the compiled word "father".

As soon as Lin Fan heard Odemeyer's inquiry, he immediately remembered the cold and indifferent look of Perturabo, the genetic father of the Iron Warriors.

The ultimate arrogant person who is always angry, never happy, and always feels that others are inferior to him.

"There's a lot of talk about their father, but that's all I can't describe to you. A disillusioned Social Darwinist? What are they going to do?"

"Hmm. What else can I want to do? Just like the orcs, I want to seize this ship and severely tarnish Rebecca's new appearance."

"Hey!" Rebecca shouted in embarrassment, but Odemeyer didn't care about that. She exposed Rebecca's pretentiousness.

"Stop pretending, do you still need me to remind you what themes are the most popular in your gallery?"

"I. I'm just collecting! Do you understand collecting? No."

Rebecca's muttering voice became lower and lower, and her defense didn't sound convincing at all.

"Ahem." Lin Fan coughed twice. He couldn't see what these two people were doing in the sea of ​​data, but they were currently at war, not outing.

With this thought in mind, Lin Fan glanced outside.

Tsk tsk, the orcs were really miserable. They were cut wildly by the giant shield controlled by Odemeyer, and any counterattack was impossible. And according to Odemeyer, this is not a sign that the warship is in combat mode. The twelve giant shields are more of a defensive nature, used to block super-light cannons and particle spears.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Odemeyer's brisk laughter came, "Those cans that look like medieval infantry are going to leave beacons on our ship. What do you think? "

"I always feel that this is an opportunity." Lin Fan touched his chin with his hand. If these Iron Warriors can really lure out Perturabo, he and Odemelgar may not be able to capture this rebellious Primarch.

After thinking for a while, Lin Fan asked Odemeyer to reveal a flaw, so that the ships of the Iron Warriors could break out from the siege of the giant shield and leave a mark near the battleship.

If Perturabo doesn't come, Odemair only needs to stuff the black stone into the Geller Stand Generator and turn it on to full power to clear the demon mark left on the battleship.

Odemair responded, activating the four giant shields to kill the remaining orcs first. The four giant shields were used to defend the ship, and the remaining four giant shields were used to attack the Iron Warriors' ships.

"Meet the impact!"

Oside yelled, but he knew that just a verbal warning was meaningless. Actual actions must be taken to allow the fleet to approach the giant ship and buy time for Blacksmith Shande to evacuate.

"Drain all the demon hosts and sealed demons!"

The order was quickly issued to all parts of the fleet. The Iron Warriors and the mortal auxiliaries opened the prison cells together, using weapon firepower to destroy the angry counterattack demons, while not forgetting to extract the evil power of the subspace from them.

Just like the bottom line adhered to by the Iron Warriors when they sneaked into the subspace, we only enslave and utilize the demons, rather than letting the demons become our own masters.

Circles of blasphemous shields constructed of subspace energy were generated. These shields had the ferocious faces of demons on them, making the situation inside the shield blurry.

"Tsk. I'm starting to hate these guys who practice witchcraft." Odemeyer once again felt that his monitoring array was full of demonic whispers and screams, so he simply turned off the monitoring array to avoid being upset by what he heard.

The giant shield should have collided with the shield, like hitting the green-skinned Waaagh! Like a shield generated by energy, it stirs up layers of ripples.

But the nature of the shields composed of these subspace energies is very different from the orc shields. Odemeyer watched his giant shield pierce into the shield, and then come out from the other end, as if the space in between never existed. .

Hellbeasts exist as a low-level substitute for Chaos Dreadnoughts, and are even less brainy than Khorne Berserkers.