The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 164 154. The busy governor of the star region

A week passed quickly, and the Dark Templars were even faster, and the small fleet was quickly formed. Although the number of warships was very small, the weapons and equipment were indeed the most ancient and advanced warships.

All the motherships and aircraft carriers were relics of the old empire and even the ancient saint era. The guns and shields of each warship were stronger than all the warships manufactured now. The warships were originally the main warships stationed in other important areas of the Dark Templar. Now they have all been secretly transferred to fight for this expedition.

This expedition fleet has a total of two aircraft carriers as the main warships, in addition, there are more than a dozen auxiliary warships, a total of 21. This medium-sized fleet will cross the vast galaxy and go to its own battle site.

Erda, who was already sitting in the battleship bridge command room, was waiting for the arrival of Volazun.

Erda quietly waited for the young commander. The woman was playing with an ancient gold coin in her hand. This gold coin was attached to a Rogue Trader Certificate issued by the Great Crusade. Rogue Traders in the Empire have extremely high autonomy, and there are three types of Rogue Trader Certificates: the Emperor's Permit issued by the Emperor himself, the Primarch's Permit issued by the Primarch (not counting those who betrayed), and the High Lord's Permit issued by the current High Lord. Among them, the Emperor's Permit is the oldest and most effective, but because it is too old, the original paper is easily damaged, so most of the time it is guaranteed by an Emperor's gold coin originally embedded in the paper.

Now Erda is holding such a gold coin. This is also something Gray gave her, because Gray wanted to find someone familiar with the history of the Human Empire, so he asked Erda to find it for this expedition.

When the gold coin turned for the 41st time in Erda's hand, Vorazun finally came. It was not that the little girl was delayed for some reason, but because the fortress world was too far away from here, so the speed of coming was a bit slow.

With a nervous mood, Volazun came to the command room and saw a woman in a black fur coat sitting next to the captain's seat.

"She doesn't look like us at all..."

Vorazun thought so. She didn't understand why the ancient saints liked to make these messengers look like humans and Aida. But after thinking carefully, it seems to be understandable. According to the legend, the ancient saints want to create intelligent life in the galaxy in their own image, and different ancient saints create different lives. It is very likely that the ancient saints just created their own messengers in their previous appearance. This makes sense.

Erda put the gold coin back into her pocket after throwing it in a perfect arc. She turned to look at the somewhat nervous Volazun and said with a smile

"Sit down, child, don't be too restrained, because you are the commander of the fleet, and I am just a staff officer."

"You are too kind."

After hearing this, Volazun quickly replied. The idea of ​​being tough in his heart quickly dissipated, because the woman in front of him who looked very gentle made people feel an inexplicable sense of danger. If she were to find a more suitable person to describe it, it would really be like her mother.

Vorazurn carefully sat on his command throne, and finally glanced at Erda who was picking up a teacup next to him to drink tea, and gave an order

"All warships are ready to jump to the webway, target, Orpheus system, the estimated jump time is one week!"

The green plasma engine began to heat up at the command of the zero-energy communication, and the phase technician commanded the intelligent machinery to start continuously delivering fuel to the engine. The engine was being heated, and the shining ion sparks kept flashing crystals in the ampoule, spinning rapidly and emitting light, pushing the warships forward.

The warships of the Revenge Expedition entered the webway one by one, and the goal was to officially meet the unknown world on the other side.

Although they didn't know what the environment there was like, they knew very well that there were enemies there.

And on the west side of the distant galaxy, the Storm Star Region was already in chaos. Compared with them, the Revenge Fleet was more prepared, because now the human government has just understood what kind of enemy they are facing.

Due to the subspace wave caused by the supernova explosion, the routes of the entire sector have been destroyed. Orpheus can no longer understand what happened outside. The only thing he can get is the news from the sector capital Amara.

The moment the war started, dozens of red spots disappeared from the Empire's reconnaissance radar, and dozens of worlds completely cut off contact with them. What is even more terrifying and desperate is the guardian of the Storm Segment, the Astartes, and the Angels of the Dead. Their home planet disappeared on the light screen of the radar quadrant as soon as the war broke out. Until now, these powerful sons of Guilliman have not sent back signals to the sector government, and the signals sent by Orpheus have all been lost without any response.

What they don't know is that the home planet of the Angels of the Dead has now become a group of twisted hells with only lava and rocks left. Although the Astartes fought bravely and dealt a certain degree of blow to the space undead, after all the space forces were eliminated, the warships of the Menake Dynasty immediately launched orbital bombardment on them.

Although not all Astartes died in this terrible attack, the possibility of getting those who survived to help the entire sector government is now completely zero.

Fortunately, a few days ago, a black ship of the Inquisition successfully escaped death. During their escape, they finally sent a report to Amara, telling the entire Orpheus sector what happened. However, because the words of the astropaths were too difficult to understand, everyone only knew that they were attacked, so they still had no idea what the attack was.

In this regard, the already overwhelmed Governor of the New District, Karibunron Lang, didn't know what to say. During this period of time, he listened to the opinions of his generals and inquisitors, and finally decided to defend according to the previous war mode, that is, the mode of preventing Chaos invasion, hoping that this would stop those damned and unknown aliens.

"What the hell, why have so many messed up aliens appeared in the Milky Way recently?"

Lon tiredly pressed his dry fingers on his face, which had turned pale due to excessive scratching. Everything was fine since he took over his family's territory here. As the governor of the largest star region here, there has never been a relatively large threat because the Space Marines are stationed here.

As a result, in just a few days, everything has reversed. The Space Marines have lost their signals, and a considerable number of planets, warships and merchant ships are all missing. This can be said to be a fatal blow to the governor's future.

After thinking about what kind of questioning he might face in the future, Long sighed painfully again and yawned. He was really too tired and had to go to sleep. He hadn't had a good sleep for a long time.

The governor blew out the candle, yawned and prepared to take a bath. Now he had to have a good rest.

However, Mr. Governor did not understand that the dream he had after falling asleep might not be so beautiful...