Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 481: The Eve of the Loud Slap Battle

"Snapped!"

Caroline, who was in turmoil, waited for something, but the result was not the warm moment she had expected. The burning feeling on her face made her completely lose consciousness.

Feeling incredible, she covered her left face and lay on the ground for a long time unable to calm down.

She was sober now, but she sat there stiffly, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Even if it's just a word of comfort, even if it's just a word of comfort...

"Stop talking. There's a war going on up there. Why are you running here to talk to me? If you have time, you might as well check the status of the weapons on the ground. In order to avoid..."

With a whoosh, Caroline jumped up from the ground, jumped directly back to the balcony, and ran away along the conference hall without looking back.

The warm tears of grievance were fanned out by the cold palms, flowing down the red cheeks and shattering onto the ground.

The momentary bloom is like a sparkling firework. At this moment, the meticulous observation will only deepen the sin in people's hearts.

Lin Heng's words were stuck in his chest, then turned into a sigh and blew away in the wind.

He somewhat regretted engraving a friendly subconscious feeling in the other person's soul. With each step of contact, it was inevitable that the other person would become closer to him.

Could he not know what this little girl meant to him? Could he not know what this little girl was thinking? But this kind of thing could not be revealed, and it could not be revealed.

Even if there hadn't been such a horrific incident on the ship, he wouldn't say it was easy for him to start a heart-to-heart talk with the other party.

Disguise? Is it possible not to disguise? In such a world, only by constantly disguising can one survive by chance. The basis for his survival is constant disguise.

And now, more terrors are targeting him. If he is not more ruthless, he will bring more disasters to others.

"I also want to find someone to talk to..."

Lin Heng sighed again, lying on his back on the roof, and with a wave of his finger, another bottle of fine wine appeared out of thin air and fell into his palm.

This bottle is called San Qianchou.

Looking at the flames that occasionally burst out above his head, he knew that the Black Legion's fleet had begun its attack on low-Earth orbit.

...

"Captain, the 775th S-type "rocky" asteroid, the ship array feedback, the other party is approaching from the direction of the star's rotation.

The size of two light cruisers, located in the port front quadrant of our ship, 120 degrees, minus 30 virtual depth, expected to arrive under the ship in eight minutes. "

The observer turned around and shouted. Although they were clearly being transmitted through the sound array channel, they had returned to their traditional essence at this moment.

As the war intensified, even the graceful Eldar had to give up their peaceful way of dealing with things.

After all, at this moment, they are outnumbered, so they must be cautious and careful to ensure that every maneuver and every shot can be completed successfully and carried out for the next one.

"Eight minutes?!" The young pirate captain examined the star map and felt that the other party was moving too fast.

"Determine the enemy's speed and hull structure, and inform the gun deck to give me an aiming plan."

The captain clicked on the star map repeatedly, trying to analyze where there was a harbor of bright light in this gloomy sea.

"Notify the starboard hangar and have the Redbud and Wild Azalea squads provide cover fire. Make sure to destroy the enemy's artillery array!"

Where once pirate ships complained that they didn't get enough to share in the spoils, now they curse that there are too many things to shoot.

The holographic force field made the Shadow-class cruiser blend into the darkness, and the triangular solar sails were all retracted. In the void of space, it slowly headed towards the target. Shadow-class cruiser length and width: about 4.7km long, wing structure width 1.4km mass: about 1600 million tons This young pirate captain was the one who disrespected his elders at the meeting and was born a slave.

The fact that he was able to sit at the long table and become a speaker at the pirate conference was certainly not due to the protection of his elders.

On the contrary, he “started out” as an elder all the way, and relied on his own judgement and ruthlessness to win his current seat.

He did not intend to stay here. What he wanted to do was to become a prince more powerful than Ngur, or even the ruler of the Ark World.

"These stupid monkeys didn't notice us and didn't activate their void shield, making them the best targets."

The pirate captain was very excited and felt that the Black Legion was the key to his sudden wealth.

"Discard the first plan and use the second one. Send out carrier-based aircraft immediately to harass light cruiser number one. Use pulse light spears at full power to attack cruiser number two."

The lurking hunter roamed the starry sky, adjusting his position and waiting for the three ships to form a row.

The firing range of the other light cruiser on the diagonal line was not enough, and with friendly ships in between, the enemy would definitely not be able to retaliate.

The silent starry sky stood still for time, and suddenly, in that instant, dazzling beams of light lit up in the starry sky, and the scorching spears of light pierced through the void.

Continuous high-temperature pulses burst out, and the orange-red incandescent light penetrated the thick metal armor.

The molten iron splashed onto the bulkheads and decks, making a hissing sound that became increasingly fainter as the gas was extracted.

The emergence of the void sucked away everything, and in an instant a strong wind blew up, sweeping away the chaos servants inside the ship.

Without even a scream that no one could hear, those mortal auxiliary soldiers were strangled by the throat and bloated to death in space.

Torpedoes, light spears, plasma macro cannons, the Chaos light cruiser burst into flames under a round of heavy bombardment, and the pirate captain even heard the groaning sound of the ship collapsing.

"Charge! Charge! Prepare for the second volley of weapons!"

The carrier-based aircraft attacked ship No. 1, the opponent's artillery array quickly counterattacked, and the void shield barrier was raised in time.

The second salvo fired on time, and once again the explosion illuminated the curtain for several kilometers.

The paralyzed Chaos Light Cruiser was no longer able to resist and could only wait to be devoured by the schools of fish that would swim by in the future.

The pirate captain was so pleased that he was a second slow in responding to subsequent instructions.

First, the ship that occupied the entire viewing window in front of him suddenly exploded in the opposite direction, and then the shells that broke through the wreckage followed the trajectory of the sky and hit his own ship directly.

"Boom!"

A loud bang caused the entire Shadow-class cruiser to tremble continuously, and the belated alarm informed that the solar sail above was damaged by 78%.

The reputation of the glass cannon is not undeserved. The Eldar ships, which pursue extreme maneuverability and heavy firepower, have armor that is less than half the thickness of Imperial ships.

In addition, without the protection of the Void Shield system, it would be okay if they just relied on the holographic force field to succeed in one attack, but once they were dragged down by the enemy, they would be the first to explode in a round of volleys.

"Damn it! They actually shot at our teammates who weren't dead yet! Maneuver to evade! Provide covering fire!"

The light cruiser in the middle was extremely unlucky. It was sandwiched between the two and could only withstand the artillery fire from both sides.

No one knew who fired the broad spear or cannon, but a violent explosion swept across a corner of the night.

Under the interweaving of light and fire, the Chaos warship rushed towards the pirate captain who was no longer arrogant.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The other party's dream of becoming a pirate prince was shattered.

...

"He was born a slave, so he's dead. If he leaves the port without following orders, don't expect him not to stab you in the back."

Looking at the smiling face of the Pirate Marquis, he was actually happy about the death of his fellow tribesmen even though the battle line was retreating.

It’s already this late, but they still can’t put aside their past grudges. Caroline feels that people’s hearts have changed and the universe is dark.

"At least he captured a light cruiser. The Black Legion has surrounded the strait. When will your ships be able to leave the port again?"

"Oh, pure trash." The Marquis was disgusted and muttered as he brushed off the non-existent dust on his gloves.

“Master Dreamer, although you are the first person to navigate and explore the Strait Subspace, you are a novice when it comes to sea operations.

Ship combat is not about fighting until only one soldier is left. We need to conserve our strength for mobile harassment.

If all the fleets outside space are destroyed, the Black Legion in orbit will be unstoppable."

"That's right." The old captain on the side responded.

“Prince Engul has built a very solid foundation, and the opponent cannot break through the continental-level void shield system.

If he doesn’t personally go to the ground to command the battle, we can drag it out if we want to occupy the entire strait.”

"Yes, yes." Another captain responded.

"In ground combat, we have the advantage of being at home. Not to mention the Black Legion, even if the Tyranids come, they will be slaughtered.

The Black Legion's bombardment alone cannot defeat the Void Shield system. Don't worry, we are even better at ground combat."

Caroline covered her cheek, which had already subsided, hoping that they were not lying.

...

"Master Warmaster, all the warbands have arrived at their designated locations, and those warriors blessed by the God of Blood and the God of Desire can't wait to please their gods."

The messenger in ferocious armor came to Abaddon and bowed slightly in respect.

Although Abaddon was happy, his eyes clearly showed his contempt for these believers.

Although he was in charge of an Astartes army whose number he did not even know how many tens of thousands there were, those among them who had bowed down to the evil god could no longer be called brothers.

The power of the Warp was only borrowed, a tool, and he never submitted to them.

"Engul has saved up a lot of good stuff. Humph, let's see if he can withstand the impact of the wreck... Everything will proceed as planned, except for finding that guy."

Abaddon just felt irritated. This sudden appearance of a guy disrupted his plan. This sudden change affected his future plans.

The messenger tossed and turned a little, an Astartes still reserved in front of Abaddon.

"Warmaster... isn't it a waste to use a space hulk like this?

Abaddon turned his face to the side, and his displeasure was clearly visible. His men were questioning his decision. Should he explain himself?

"Isn't that how junked ships are used? There are plenty of them floating in the Warp. When they are no longer useful, Vashtor can build another one.

The portal inside will tear open the curtain of reality the moment it breaks, and the demonic machines will pour out, and you and I will lose fewer people."

Abaddon waved his hand, and the messenger immediately bowed and left. However, when he reached the door, the warmaster's voice sounded sinisterly from behind.

"Tell the warbands to be patient. Once the passage is opened, if any of them dare not rush in, I will personally ask them for their reasons."

"Yes."

The hatch opened and closed. In the dim and silent room, Abaddon said again:

"Tell Madam Moriana to be ready. I need to ask her something."

"Yes, my lord."

In the shadows, the herald in a purple helmet put away his swords, turned around and left the bow room.

...

"Take it here. You have a life to save, but you don't have a life to spend. The Dark Strait is about to be breached by the Black Legion. Why don't you buy a place on the ship to take refuge instead of selling it here?"

The Dark Eldar looked at the digits on the credit card and cursed the disabled female branch girl who he had knocked to the ground.

"Not bad, not bad. A cripple actually has so much credit. He works very hard. Hahahaha."

Black Bean Sprout was extremely happy. He did not expect that his attempt before departure would yield such a rich harvest. Now he could buy a higher level berth and did not have to squeeze with those slaves.

Thinking of this, the annoyance caused by being hit by a wine bottle yesterday disappeared. Maybe I could buy that kind of high-end goods on the ship.

“That feels great, hahahaha.”

"give me back."

The Eldar girl with blood on the corner of her mouth stubbornly held up her broken body. By the Eldar standards, she was extremely thin.

Her eyes filled with resentment stared at the people in front of her. She hated her congenital disability, but now I hate the animals and my fellow people in general even more.

"give me back!"

The girl yelled at the top of her lungs, but the other party only showed a teasing expression on his face.

As the other party said, this long-accumulated credit is the money from prostitution accumulated over several years.

He lived frugally, breaking every penny and dime into eight parts, just to save enough money to install a new pair of legs for himself.

Although life is hard, there is hope.

But everything changed a week ago. The news of the turmoil spread like wildfire, and with everyone feeling insecure, no one came to have fun anymore.

The sister next door told her that the strait was about to be closed, and asked him to pack up his things and buy a boat ticket as soon as possible.

What could a hungry girl have to pack? Nothing more than some outdated and faded sex toys.

The girl sat in a wheelchair, put the box on her broken thigh, and moved forward with great effort.

The dim neighborhood was chaotic and disorderly. She used to live in a street full of signs, but now when she walked outside, she found that she had nowhere to go.

In addition, there were alleys with stairs and stairs, but no elevators or portals to help her walk, and the municipal engineering projects in the Strait did not care whether there were disabled access for the poor.

When she was in a state of despair and life was dark, the voices of her fellow tribesmen asking about her gave her hope.

Although she was prepared, she did not expect the attack to be so swift.

The dropped dagger became the weapon used by the other party to cut up the luggage, and the clothes scattered in the mud and water became even more worthless.

Just like she is now.

"Give it back to you? Hahaha." Black Bean Sprout squatted down, took out the thing from his pants, and poked it at the other person's face with a smile.

"You're selling it, right? Come on, serve me well and I'll pay you back. Come on."

One, one, another.

The girl was filled with resentment. She knew that the other party would never return it to her. She hoped that the other party would die without a burial place...but if she didn't do anything, there would be no hope.

Sad tears flowed down, and my dry and chapped lips pressed against those words.

The girl wanted to bite it off, but the other party teased her first, and with a "snap" sound, she was knocked to the ground again.

The black bean sprouts giggled and pointed at her while dancing with abandon.

The girl couldn't get up, but before she closed her eyes, a star seemed to fall from the sky.