Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 543 Sir, I want to report (Please follow up)
In the cold universe, a subspace rift suddenly opened up at the Mandeville Point, and the somewhat shabby Destiny suddenly emerged from it.

Then the crack healed and closed under the influence of the curtain's power, leaving only a small amount of scattered blue-purple subspace energy that slowly dissipated.

"Emperor above, we have finally returned to the real universe!"

"We're all going crazy. It's been five years. Do you know how I've been living these five years?"

The crew and armed soldiers on the entire Moon-class cruiser hugged each other and cried excitedly. Even the Midnight Lords were hanging around them, unable to stop the release of such intense emotions.

The time spent drifting in the Warp was difficult to measure, but at least the timer on their ship had gone on for five Terran years.

These unfortunate creatures have been drifting in the Warp since the Great Word Bearer raided Calth and used Chaos rituals to summon a galaxy-wide destructive storm.

No one knew whether the Granted Destiny really had its own Manifest Destiny. They drifted in the etheric waves caused by the Storm of Destruction and spent this long period of time safely. But just when they were about to reach Terra, an accident happened again.

They encountered a squad of Night Lords led by Sevatar.

Jeremiah took a deep breath. Now that he had returned to the real universe, it was time to make a choice.

No matter what, he must not let the conspiracy of these traitors succeed. Jeremiah Blitz has done his best to be loyal to the Emperor.

He secretly exchanged glances with his men, signaling them to act according to the plan.

The control that the Midnight Lords had over them was ridiculously lax. Perhaps, as that pretentious scarred man said, they just wanted to take a ride.

The Granted Destiny did not appear at the gate of the solar system. The navigator reported that an extremely abnormal subspace reaction occurred near the solar system and they could not appear in that terrible black area at all.

Therefore, after returning to the real universe, they had to continue relying on the physics engine to accelerate. Fortunately, the distance they needed to cross was not very far, otherwise it would have delayed them for a while.

"Emperor, why has the solar system become like this?"

On the display screen of the Moon-class cruiser, they saw through the scanning array the densely packed orbital defenses and space star fortresses at the edge of the solar system. Their number was almost incalculable, and they were arranged in a complex but orderly manner.

Jeremiah felt like he must be crazy or still asleep, because he saw at least thousands of expensive space fortresses stacked up like roadblocks.

They formed a three-dimensional high wall of despair, blocking any enemy from advancing.

And more cruisers were like a school of fish in the water. At a glance, the entire starry sky was filled with human warships.

Even in Macragge, he had never seen such a scene!
However, he was not shocked for long, because the garrison fleet from the Imperial Fists was already speeding towards them, and the interception signal had been sent to the Thinker computer of the Moon-class cruiser.

Within the field of vision of the Granted Destiny, twelve cruisers and frigates had already formed a battle formation, and the main control radar on the battleship was madly commanding the communication servitors to scream.

On the deck of the battle armor, the communication servitors that seemed even more rigid due to the lack of necessary maintenance suddenly emitted disgusting hoarse sounds from their oral voice machines.

+Alert, Spear Lock Detected+
+Weapon array has been locked+
The densely packed red dots on the display screen were the signs that their own starships had been locked, which meant that those Imperial cruisers were fully prepared for battle.

"This is crazy! This is crazy! We are just a Moon-class cruiser. Is it necessary to send so many warships?"

Jeremiah immediately initiated long-distance communication with the enemy commander.

"Reduce engine output power, report the ship number and status, and cooperate with us in boarding inspection."

A strange man's voice came from the communication machine, and Jeremiah immediately responded and cooperated with the inspection 100%.

"If we show any signs of trouble, they will probably use their light spears to turn us into fireworks."

The Rogue Trader thought to himself, on the one hand, he was afraid that the Imperial fleet would indiscriminately destroy them, but on the other hand, he felt reassured by the Empire's rigorous preparations. At least the conspiracy of the traitors on their ship would not succeed.

However, the greedy Jeremiah wanted to subdue the Midnight Lords on the ship, but he didn't want to be buried with the entire ship's crew. He also needed to use his precious life to continue to be loyal to the Emperor.

The engine output power of the Moon-class cruiser slowly decreased, and it was surrounded by twelve battleships.

The lowered void shields and closed weapon arrays did not let the Imperial warships relax their vigilance; they still maintained their light spear aiming posture.

The battleship's hatch slowly opened, and a small cruiser from the opposite side approached and extended its connecting bay to connect the two battleships together.

Along with the crisp sound of metal buckles, cold white smoke filled the passage, replenishing the gas lost into space. After the air pressure was balanced, the hydrogel spray with bactericidal and disinfecting effects soaked the prosecutor who came from the imperial battleship.

These people were all wearing standard armor. The silver-grey armor was branded with the imperial double-headed eagle logo. The metal-coated surface emitted a clear arc of light, which immediately attracted Jeremiah's attention.

"What a good thing! Even the nobles from the wealthy planets would definitely rush to buy these carapaces. Although I don't understand their inner craftsmanship, just the cool appearance and solid materials alone will definitely make a lot of money for those rich young men who follow the trend!"

With the keen business acumen of a traveling trader, Jeremiah felt that these people must be from prominent backgrounds.

He had stayed in the subspace for too long, so long that he didn't know what changes had taken place in the outside world, let alone whether all the mortal auxiliary forces in the solar system had replaced these sophisticated equipment.

No one can afford such a price, and the empire's bloated finances will go bankrupt because of these changes.

In addition, most of the soldiers who boarded the ship for inspection were holding a very new-looking precision incendiary rifle, and some even had laser pistols on their waists that were more suitable for encounters in narrow spaces.

On their backs they also had miniature powered backpacks that looked similar to those used by mortals, making these guys look less like soldiers sent to inspect merchant ships.

Generally speaking, those who do this kind of hard work are all soldiers with no status, and those with real status are probably drinking coffee in the base.

After dozens of mortal auxiliary troops boarded the ship, three Imperial Fists Astartes, about 2.5 meters tall, also boarded the deck of the Granted Destiny.

They silently scanned around with their auspicious instruments, and strange lights flashed on their helmets.

Jeremiah's heart was pounding. He knew that the Midnight Lords were hiding in some dark corners of the warship, trying to get away with it.

"If we don't tell these prosecutors, with the Night Lords' abilities, they may not be caught."

"But if we tell them that there are only three Imperial Fists here, they may not be able to defeat ten Midnight Lords..."

Although Jeremiah had limited knowledge of these high-ranking Astartes, it was common sense that three people could never beat ten.

Moreover, once the war broke out, his ship and even the people present would probably be beaten into a pulp by the aftermath of the battle.

Who knows if the Imperial Army will send them directly to see the Emperor with a torpedo.

Although Jeremiah was extremely loyal to the emperor, he didn't want to go, at least not yet.

The Imperial Fists Astartes guarded the landing port while the mortal soldiers took over his merchant ship, looking through the ship's logs and surveillance records.

As the captain of this merchant ship, Jeremiah would naturally be interrogated by the prosecutor personally.

Swallowing his saliva, with trepidation, Jeremiah Blitz slowly walked towards the tall bright yellow warriors.

(End of this chapter)