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Chapter 151 Defeat is decided
The vast and silent void,
Hundreds of war fortresses and weapon platforms float in the air.

They are enormous, resembling magnificent giant cities.

Anti-ship mines were scattered around them.

They form a series of deadly death traps.

The bird-shaped divination instrument scanned the void incessantly.

The slightest disturbance would attract the close attention of the command personnel.

The magnificent guns and missiles will also turn and lock onto unusual targets.

They were so badly beaten by the loyalists of the empire led by Qin Yun that they were on edge and seeing threats everywhere.

Between war fortresses
The battleship War Will is on patrol with a large fleet.

Commander-in-Chief Urs Collin sat on the throne on the bridge.

Like a dutiful king inspecting his kingdom.

The defeat at the Battle of Las was a huge blow to his reputation and drew criticism from others.

Fortunately, his family did not blame him.

Instead, he reorganized a new fleet and put it under his command.

On the one hand, it is an acknowledgment of his military talent.
On the other hand, it was also to ensure the Colin family's right to speak.

If Urs is marginalized and forced to relinquish his military power,

This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Colin family.

In the anti-imperial alliance, there is no morality or ethics, only the most primitive laws.

Whoever has the bigger fist holds the power of discourse.

"In the name of the god of fate, do not fail again, Urs."

"Even if we can't win, we must hold onto what we have."

Before leaving the Colin family's residence,

Chief Fred Collin solemnly told Urs.

"The galaxy ultimately belongs to the gods, and the Corpse Emperor's empire will eventually perish."

"The angels who weave destiny have shown me that the Calesis Sector will soon descend into chaos."

"The Corpse King's minions will be dragged into the quagmire of war until they bleed to death. All we have to do is deliver the final blow to the enemy."

"No matter the cost, I will protect the world of Malz," Urs assured the chieftain.

Data flowed in along the cables connecting to the spine.
Let Urs snap out of his reverie.

"Is there anything unusual?" Urs asked the fortune teller beside him.

"The airspace is normal, and no enemies have been detected."

The fortune teller with the metallic face answered.

“Continue the observation,” Urs said.

"No matter what happens, report it immediately. Those Corpse King's minions are extremely cunning, and no one knows how they will launch an attack."

“Understood,” the fortune teller replied.

"........."

Urs looked at the tactical projection hovering beside the captain's throne.

It displays all the information about the airspace and reports from other ships.

Everything is normal; there are no enemies.

Urs withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help but reminisce about the time when the rebellion had just begun.

That period was the happiest and most glorious time for him.

They advanced with unstoppable momentum, routing the imperial loyalists step by step.

Those planets that dared to resist were burned to ashes.

Everything was looted and burned.

The bodies of the die-hard loyalists hung in the ruins left by the war.
The Corpse King's people were enslaved, and he did whatever he pleased.

No one could stop them, and no one was their match.

But ever since this Sage, the Corpse King, appeared, everything has changed.
One unfortunate thing after another happened.

First, they suffered a setback in the world of Atomma, and then the world of Sintira, which they had finally managed to control, was reclaimed by the enemy.

Lieutenant General Petre Redch, who led a fleet to provide support, was defeated by the Imperial loyalists.

These battles restored the morale of the Corpse King's loyalists, who had been devastated, and they launched frequent counterattacks.

Las Vegas forged World War I.
The Corpse Emperor Saint's overwhelming victory shattered their morale.

The previously favorable situation was thus reversed.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't stop the collapse of the battle and could only gather their superior forces and retreat to Malz.

Footsteps came from the side, and Airo and several wizards walked over.

They wore masks from the 'Sawtooth Question Mark' organization.

Airo bowed to Urs, straightened up, and said, "We sensed fluctuations in the warp; the servants of the Corpse King are about to arrive."

The jagged question mark is an extremely special and ancient organization.

Rumor has it that they were already active in the Calicis sector before the human empire even set foot there.

No one knows the true identity of the person in charge of this organization; people call him the Faceless One.

The jagged question mark champions science and rationality.

Members who join this organization are usually told that the Emperor is just a powerful psionicist, not a god.

They would use various methods to prove to new members that the emperor was not a god, thereby erasing the superstition that the empire was trying to instill.

It also allows and encourages members to use various technological devices.
Make it clear to them not to 'appease the machine's spirit' in any way, because such a thing doesn't exist.

Members who join will also be informed of the existence of chaos and demons.
However, they are usually described as 'powerful extradimensional aliens' or special creatures living in subspace.

The concept of the jagged question mark is very seductive.
Their brainwashing members are spread throughout the entire galaxy.

They even have people within the empire.

The court had repeatedly cracked down on this organization, but it was like the mythical Hydra.
If you cut off one head, two more will grow back, and life will continue endlessly.

Members who do not enter the empire usually join various organizations that resist it.

They firmly believed that empires were a cancer on human civilization, and only by uprooting them could human civilization be reborn.

After the Colin family's betrayal, members of this organization quickly approached them, offering them various ancient knowledge and techniques.

"I am ready to face them. This time, I will definitely not lose."

Urs looked at Airo, his tone firm.

"Any preparations are meaningless to that Corpse Emperor Saint; we cannot defeat a Primarch."

"Millions of slaves are ready for the conversion ceremony, which will begin soon."

Airo spoke calmly, not optimistic about Urs's determination.
He was just there to relay information about the conversion ritual.

“The Corpse King didn’t create that many sons,” Urs retorted.
"As long as our opponents are still mortal beings, we have a chance to win."

"The transformation ritual is irreversible. Once the transformation begins, there's really no going back. Don't you really want to reconsider?"

The conversion ritual involves using enough blood sacrifices to weaken the veil of the warp, thereby summoning the angels of the gods.

During this process, their warships will be blessed by the power of the Supreme Heaven, undergoing a metaphysical transformation and gaining stronger attack and defense capabilities.

“He’s not the Primarch, but he’s almost there,” Airo said.
"Do you think he's only active in the Calissis sector?"

Urs frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

Airo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

"The Calissis Sector is just one of that guy's battlefields; it may be important, but it's definitely not the only one."

"During this period, he constantly used the power of the Corpse Emperor to travel across the galaxy and was active on various battlefields."

"They fought against the angels of the gods alongside the minions of the Corpse King, and won many victories."

"You have no chance of defeating him. Your talent is a joke in front of him."

The demons of the warp are now all telling the story of the Corpse King Saint and the Resurrected Primarch.

From the Great Rift, the Web, Luna, and finally Terra.

The opponent's amazing performance has already attracted the attention of the gods.

The Colin family has absolutely no chance of defeating their opponent, and they don't even deserve to be considered equal rivals.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Colin family is causing a ruckus and has a huge presence in the Calissis sector.

But in the entire Milky Way, it's just a tiny ripple.

Let alone the Primarchs, even a slightly stronger Astartes Chapter could easily crush them.

Urs tried to argue, opening his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a word.

He knew the other person was telling the truth.

His own talents were enough to boast about in the Calesis Sector.
If you put it in the Milky Way, it would be an insignificant ant, the kind that no one would remember.

At that moment, a rapid alarm sounded.

The edge of the Maltzian galaxy,

As space continued to warp, cracks appeared in the real universe.
The light of paradox spills out.

The Corpse King's fleet surged out from the warp, its scale immense.

The lead ship was even more magnificent, almost indistinguishable from the legendary Glory Queen-class warship.

The void fortress and artillery platforms locked onto the Imperial fleet and opened fire in unison.

Dense beams of light and projectiles instantly filled the entire void.

The impact struck the warship's void shield, creating ripples.

However, the Imperial fleet cleverly avoided the strongest areas of the defense system and instead launched an attack from the weakest points.

The information provided by the scalp played a crucial role at this moment.

The rebels' defense system was completely transparent to the Imperial commanders.

"Charge!" Urs shouted. At Urs's command, the battleship War Will began to turn.
The three battlecruisers beside it moved along with it.
There were also dozens of small destroyers and frigates in the vicinity.

"Defeat is inevitable."

Ailo looked out the porthole at the void and sighed softly.

The downfall of the Colin family was inevitable.

The only thing we can do now
The goal was to inflict as much damage as possible on that saint's army.
This buys more time for forces in other regions that are resisting the empire.

The transformation ritual is imperative; only in this way can we at least begin to contend with that Corpse Emperor Saint.

…………

The space battle was chaotic, filled with violent energy.

Occasionally, a blinding light, like a star exploding, would appear, extinguishing the flames of life in the blink of an eye.

War is so cruel; no matter how ambitious the dead were in life, death will come upon them equally.

Of course, this excludes players.

The aircraft deck of the Imperial Glory was bustling with activity.

Like a steel behemoth, the void fighter, exuding a powerful sense of oppression, lay prone on the deck.

May Om Messiah bless us.

May the God of Machines bless us, may the Force of Motion bless us.

The mechanical sage, holding an incense burner, prayed for the chosen ones' warplanes.

The mechanical priests then hurried to conduct a final inspection, testing the cannons on both sides of the wings.

The thick fuel pipes snaked across the ground like a giant black serpent.
One end is connected to the fuel truck, and the other end is connected to the fighter jet's fuel tank.

One heavy truck after another sped by.

The loaded weapons and ammunition were quickly unloaded by the industrial machine's robotic arm and loaded into the fighter jet.

"everything's ready."

The mechanical priest in charge of the maintenance sent a message that the maintenance was complete.

"Start the engine," Blood Pigeon commanded.

The fighter jets, lying prone on the catapult track, roared.
The engine inlet at the rear spewed out azure light.

"Strike, and slaughter in the name of the Emperor."

Once everything was ready, Blood Pigeon roared in the communication channel, encouraging his comrades in the warband.

Immediately afterwards, the mechanical arm restraining the fighter jet automatically extended.

The powerful engine reached its peak instantly, emitting a dazzling burst of light.

The massive machine burst off the runway like a falcon and entered the vast, boundless void.

"Let the enemy feel the fear brought by the Eagle Soaring Sky Battle Group!"

"We are the Emperor's Sword, the embodiment of His wrath!" Blood Dove shouted.
"Charge!" shouted the healer, who was serving as the second-in-command of the battle group.

"Kill!"

"Blood Sacrifice Throne."

"For the Ohm Messiah."

"For a new world, for the people."

"For Tifa, the queen of the 3D zone."

"........."

The players of the Eagle Soaring Nine Heavens battle group were incredibly excited, cheering for the start of the battle.
His expression was excited and agitated, showing no fear of death, only a desire to kill.

A certain entity in the warp frequently cast glances his way, but unfortunately, the Chosen Ones belong to the Emperor.

…………

The fighter jet burst out of the void, which had now transformed into a deadly killing field, filled with lasers and bullets.

A laser beam shot out.
With a sharp reaction speed,

Blood Pigeon maneuvered his fighter jet and performed a roll to dodge the attack.

"You little punk, with this level of skill, you can't beat me."

The level 14 Blood Pigeon possesses multiple support skills.
Skills such as Soul Soothing, Soul Delight, Bullet Time, and Battlefield Intuition.

These skills allowed him to fly the fighter jet with ease, as if he had completely merged with the aircraft beneath him.

From the moment you sit in the fighter jet and establish a neural connection, you have already achieved human-machine integration.

The fighter jets became an extension of the flesh and blood of players like Blood Pigeon.

Data from each sensor is transmitted through neural cables and passes through their minds, allowing them to clearly perceive the entire battlefield.

None of the players in the Eagle Soaring Nine Heavens Legion accepted the Astartes enhancement.

Because the physiology of the Astartes is designed for close combat,

In many cases, aerial combat or long-range operations do not require those physiological functions.

Instead, it requires keen judgment and exceptional neural reflexes.

When players like Blood Pigeon changed their classes, they received targeted blessings, just like Little Fatty and others.

This allows them to better control fighter jets, and even all flying vehicles.

As for participating in ground battles, they usually wear exoskeleton armor to compensate for their physical weaknesses.

"Brothers, lock onto those enemy ships whose Void Shields are on the verge of collapse, and reap their kills! The MVP is ours!"

Blood Pigeon shouted over the communicator, "For the Emperor..."

I haven't finished speaking yet,
Two more beams of light came.

Blood Pigeon dodged thanks to its astonishing reaction speed.

However, the next second, another beam of light pierced through the fighter jet's belly, and the machine's soul let out a mournful cry.

Immediately afterwards, the loaded ammunition was detonated, and the terrifying explosion instantly engulfed the fuselage.

"Damn it..."

Blood Pigeon shouted before being completely engulfed by the explosion.

Battlefield requires not only strength, but also luck.
The void was filled with beams of light and projectiles; no matter how skilled one was, they could still be defeated and sink to the ground.

Today, Blood Pigeon's luck is clearly not very good.

He logged off before he could get a kill.

…………

"The light spear is fully charged."

"Aim for the launch of War Will."

"The Terra Glory on the flank has been damaged and has fallen behind."

"Ignore it."

"Warning, we are being targeted by multiple targets."

"........."

The sound from the command deck was incredibly loud.

The commands and the roar of machinery mingled together.
Xia sat on the captain's throne, issuing orders methodically and responding to the complex battlefield situation.

The enemy battleships are focusing their fire on the Empire Glory.
A barrage of light spears struck the warship's forward shields, igniting sparks.

Under Xiling's calculations, the shield energy is allocated in milliseconds to ensure that it can accurately block the attacks of the enemy fleet.

A battleship brushed past the Imperial Glory.

The two sides were very close, and the rows of sensor towers and weapon emplacements could be seen with the naked eye.

"Fire from the left-side macro gun group!" Xia shouted.

Her orders were carried out swiftly.

The magnificent gun corps fired in unison, the enormous reaction force causing the heavy hull to tremble, all aimed at the passing battleship.

The core of the battleship is hidden inside, the hull itself is armored several meters thick, and it is protected by multiple layers of void shields on the outside.

Under normal circumstances, a battleship could withstand several hours of shelling.

However, it was the Imperial Glory that carried out the attack.
An invincible warship controlled and upgraded by the Star God.

The enemy ship's void shield was instantly engulfed by the explosions from the cannonballs.

The shield generator overloaded with frequent flashes,
Without the protection of the Void Shield, the warship is like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

The massive shell and scorching beam of light pierced through the thick armor.
The battleship's stern broke, and its reactor exploded due to the impact.
boom!
Urs, furious at the destruction of the Iron Heart battleship, slammed his fist on his seat.

He commanded the War Will, which coordinated with several other battleships.

They intended to surround the flagship of the Empire's loyalists, but ended up being wiped out by the enemy instead.

"hateful!"

"What methods did those damned Corpse King's minions use to create such a terrifying warship?!"

As time went on, Urs's anger turned into despair.
The Imperial fleet was too powerful; they were no match for it.

The defeat is set.

At this moment, the bird manager shouted,
"The ether reaction is surging, and the subspace index is rising, soon to exceed the critical value."

"What happened?" Urs asked.

"The source of the fluctuations is from our rear," the manager replied. "The specific cause has not yet been determined."

"The transformation ritual!" Urs immediately thought of this. He turned to look for Airo, only to find that the other party had left the bridge at some point and had disappeared without a trace.

On the surface of the Malz world, large numbers of slaves were killed.
Their despair and agony before their death created a terrifying storm in the warp.

Guided by the Chaos Wizard, a gigantic eye opened in the void.

The power of ether poured into the real universe, beginning to corrupt everything it could reach.

(End of this chapter)