My Desperate Journey in 40k

"Okay, Captain Wang Ming."

Colonel Radulovich answered Wang Ming and then went to carry out the order.

Although Wang Ming's goal was to make Abaddon land on Alert, he still had to put on a full show. After the fleet separated, there were still several strike cruisers piloted by traversers flying over Alert. They would try their best to show that they were preventing Abaddon's Chaos Fleet from landing. Of course, if these traversers could really stop it, that would be great too.

Wang Ming has two plans. One is to place Abaddon's troops on the Vigilant Planet and annihilate them. The other is to teleport and board the ship. Wang Ming will stay on the strike cruiser and follow the boarding torpedoes to try to board Abaddon's new flagship, the former "Conqueror of the Stars", now the "Warmaster".

"Dispersed, dispersed? What do they want to do? Why would they disperse the fleet on Vigilance? Are they looking for us?"

On the bridge of the "Warmaster", Abaddon looked at the holographic projection of the galaxy map in front of him. On the holographic projection of the galaxy map, the Imperial ships detected by the reconnaissance radar were scattered in various regions of the galaxy. He wondered why the Imperial fleet was scattered throughout the alert galaxy.

"They want me to land on the Alert Planet and annihilate my troops on the Alert Planet..."

Abaddon was thinking. As a veteran of the eternal war and the Chaos Warmaster appointed by the Power of Destruction, he immediately came up with Wang Ming's not-so-meticulous plan. However, Abaddon thought about it again and suddenly realized that he had to jump into Wang Ming's trap. After all, if he did not land on the Alert Planet, he would not be able to destroy the Nakmonde Corridor. He had to land on the Alert Planet.

"Hehehe..., Primarch..."

Abaddon thought about the big pit he had to jump into, and suddenly he laughed. He knew who had arranged this plan. Only a guy like Wang Ming would dare to use such tactics. After all, with more than 20,000 Astartes, this was already the door to the legion era.

However, what Abaddon didn't know was that after Wang Ming recruited soldiers, the number of time travelers became 36,000, which had reached the size of a real legion.

"Set sail! Head for the Sentinel Planet. I will seize this world and lead humanity to rise again!!!"

The Chaos Warmaster stared at the holographic projection of the galaxy map in front of him. He raised his artifact, the "Claw of Horus", and loudly gave orders to the fleet. Since Wang Ming was so confident in his legion, he must also have confidence in his Chaos allies.

The engines of the Chaos fleet started slowly, with the "Warmaster" starting first. It flew towards the Alert Star with a long plasma tail flame. The Chaos fleet slowly turned and followed the "Warmaster" to fly towards the Alert Star. They believed in their Warmaster, who would definitely bring them victory and avenge themselves against the Empire.

"They are moving, and Abaddon knows it. He must come to the Vigilant Planet."

Wang Ming looked at the map and saw the Chaos fleet detected by the Solar Fortress's galaxy-level radar. He smiled happily. Finally, he had a chance to kill Abaddon.

On the Alert Planet, the entire world's orbital defense system began to operate, the planetary shield system was activated, various weapon arrays were aimed at the sky, a large number of troops were mobilized on the ground, and the newly formed planetary defense forces were also dispatched to various fortresses on the planet. Wang Ming was ready to use this opportunity to turn new recruits into veterans.

There is only one step between new recruits and old soldiers, and that is neither has seen death nor experienced war. This is the boundary between new recruits and old soldiers. Wang Ming plans to make full use of the mortal troops this time. The time travelers will eventually go to the dark side of the empire, and the protection of the Alert Planet will still be the responsibility of the mortal troops.

"Hurry! Hurry! Get out of the car! We have to get to the fortress quickly!"

In a huge military train, a regiment commander of new recruits was directing the company commanders of various companies to load the new recruits onto the train. This was a newly formed mortal army, and they were equipped with weapons and equipment from the former Astra Militarum. They used laser rifles, which was a very good configuration compared to the automatic rifles used by ordinary planetary defense forces.

The commander was confused when he saw these new recruits who were all in a mess when they got off the bus. He was originally a company commander of a star army legion. A few days ago, he was inexplicably transferred by his superiors and became the commander of this planetary defense force. He really didn't know whether he was promoted or demoted.

"New recruit..."

The regiment commander looked at the messy new recruits and the various equipment they had tied to themselves. He thought helplessly that he was also a new recruit, but the quality of these people was too poor. He was also trained at that time. These people, training? What kind of training can make new recruits like this? What a joke, the Nest City gangs seem to be more disciplined than these guys.

Next to the regiment commander, the regiment political commissar was also numb. Looking at the 4,000 recruits who were in such a mess, he was very worried about the regiment's discipline in the future. However, this might be a good thing for the regiment political commissar. The lack of discipline proved that discipline could be better trained, just like a child learning knowledge, starting from scratch.

The new recruits were deployed into the fortress. The leader of the new recruits looked at the recruits standing in a mess, and trying hard to suppress the anger that was about to reach its limit, he began to ask them to count the number of people in the regiment.

The regiment commander watched the recruits slowly counting their numbers, and he kept comforting himself in his heart.

"This is the Planetary Defense Force, not the Imperial Guard. This is the Planetary Defense Force, not the glorious Imperial Guard..."

He kept reminding himself that he was now the commander of the planetary defense force, not the company commander of the Astra Militarum, and he did not need to demand too much from them, they were just the planetary defense force.

Regarding the quality of these new recruits, in fact, the regiment commander is also very unlucky. New recruits with good quality, such as those former members of the Nest City gang, have been snatched away by some regiment commanders early on, and the only ones left are civilians who have just become soldiers.

"Ah..., as expected..."

In the command center of the Hyberian Hive, Wang Ming looked at the reports from those troops helplessly. Each unit of new recruits had problems to varying degrees. There was nothing that could be done about it. After all, they had received too little training. These new recruits could at most shoot and maintain their weapons. Don't expect them to be able to do other tactical and strategic command, or individual tactical qualities.

"A new soldier only needs to go through one war to become a veteran, but he must survive until the end of the war..."

Wang Ming looked at the report document in front of him and felt that he was a bit too hasty. However, since things had come to this point, it was impossible to disband those new recruits. So let it be. He could only hope that the war would bring them these things.

These recruits are really unlucky. They encounter this apocalyptic-level war just after joining the army.

Transport planes are constantly flying in various hive cities, and legion trains are constantly transporting various troops. The entire Alert Star is like a living thing. The constantly running railways and transport planes are the blood vessels of this organism, and the various troops and defense facilities are the white blood cells of this organism that defend against viruses, defending against the virus called chaos.

Wang Ming put down the documents and walked out of the command center. He needed to go to the strike cruiser to give Abaddon a little surprise as the Primarch.

A Thunderhawk flew quickly from the Hyperion Nest into space. No one noticed this ordinary Thunderhawk on the Vigilant Star. No one noticed that a group of one hundred Astartes, not wearing power armor, were quietly staying in a building filled with various explosives, waiting for something.

Among these Astartes, Wang Lei was holding a cigarette and a lighter. He was looking at the pile of explosives in front of him, waiting to receive Wang Ming's orders at any time. These Astartes were looking at the explosives in front of them, talking and laughing, and did not look like they were about to die.

"Boss, look, at least give us a cruiser. What can these strike cruisers do?"

Lu Dajing looked at Wang Ming in front of him and complained to him incessantly. Wang Ming listened to Lu Dajing's incessant talk and looked at Lu Dajing helplessly. He really didn't know what kind of person this leader of the 21st Regiment was. How did this living miser get elected as the leader?

"Lu Dajing, do you want to defect..."

Wang Ming looked at Lu Dajing who was talking incessantly in front of him. Wang Ming finally couldn't help it. He silently said to Lu Dajing in front of him.

For some reason, the commander of the 21st Regiment has been collecting all kinds of supplies for his 21st Regiment since he became the commander. He takes three supplies at a time for an entire regiment. When the quartermaster at the Quartermaster Department asked him why he needed so many supplies, he said this.

"It was a professional habit before the time travel, and I stocked up on food, hahaha."

The quartermaster was a complete idiot at the time. He probably wanted to establish himself as king. Everyone knew that the time travelers had inexhaustible supplies, so why did he want to hoard so many weapons and equipment?

"No, absolutely not, Boss, you have to believe me, I am loyal to the Empire and the Legion, and I will never do anything rebellious!"

When Lu Dajing heard Wang Ming's words, he looked at Wang Ming with a face full of grief and indignation, as if he was a wronged young wife. He slapped his breastplate and shouted at Wang Ming at the top of his lungs.

"What the hell..."

Wang Ming looked at Lu Dajing, who looked like a shrew in front of him, and his head began to hurt again. Once there are more time travelers, there will be all kinds of talents, and all kinds of "talents".

310. Chapter 307: Primarch Boards the Ship

310.

"Boarding torpedoes, get ready."

Wang Ming didn't want to pay attention to Lu Dajing. He was almost speechless about this miserly guy. If this kind of person was put in an Astartes regiment, he would definitely be a very qualified quartermaster. But in the 21st Legion, this guy became an outlier. While other regiments were replenishing supplies, he was accumulating supplies. The weapons and equipment of the entire 21st Regiment had reached an extreme. The warehouse was bulging, and the armored company's spare vehicles could equip two more regiments.

"Huh? Oh! Boss, we're ready. We can try to board the ship anytime."

When Lu Dajing heard Wang Ming's question, he immediately stopped his nagging excuses. He quickly replied to Wang Ming that although he was a miser, he was still very reliable when it came to serious matters. That was why he was elected as the head of the group, and he could do things very reliably.

"Okay, let's get ready brothers, we will give Abaddon a surprise."

Wang Ming looked at Lu Dajing in front of him, nodded to him, and then said to him, after all, their main purpose was to give Abaddon a little surprise by boarding. The strike cruiser fleet slowly floated above the Alert Star, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Chaos fleet.

"Strike cruisers? So many?"

Abaddon's fleet soon arrived at Alert Planet. Looking at the strike cruisers in orbit around Alert Planet, it was very confused. With so many strike cruisers, they could probably carry a whole regiment of Space Marines, right?

"What do they want to do? Want to defend?"

Abaddon looked at the strike cruisers, and tapped the holographic projection table in front of him with his finger. He wondered what the strike cruiser fleets could do. The defenses of these fleets were vulnerable in front of his fleet, but they stood in front of them.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot..."

Abaddon smiled, thinking of this ancient Terran idiom, and then ordered the Warmaster to activate all weapon arrays except the star-destroying weapons.

"Didi di di di!!!"

Just as Abaddon was about to give the order, the alarm system on the ship suddenly sounded. It looked at the flashing alarm light in confusion, and looked at the low artificial intelligence. This low artificial intelligence was the only complete thing left behind when the time travelers evacuated. It was just an emergency system, but for the Chaos side, it was a very good fleet automation facility. Moreover, after being trained by the Black Oil Man, this low artificial intelligence became a ship girl who only obeyed Abaddon's orders. It was the captain of the "Warmaster", a captain who only listened to Abaddon.

"Warmaster, we have been locked onto the boarding torpedoes. The enemy is preparing to board our ship."

The artificial intelligence soon appeared in front of Abaddon and reported the situation to him. When Abaddon heard the report from the artificial intelligence, his eyes narrowed, the Claw of Horus was raised by him, and he laughed cruelly.

"Let them prepare themselves and be ready to deal with the false emperor's lackeys at any time!"

The Warmaster's words were broadcast to all cabins. Upon hearing the Warmaster's orders, the Chaos Space Marines immediately prepared themselves. They laughed and imagined themselves firing at the False Emperor's lackeys for their brothers.

"Kill the false emperor!"

The roars of Chaos Space Marines could be heard from all over the Warmaster. They shouted to kill the false emperor and raised their weapons high.

"Well, they have noticed us. Let's prepare for the attack."

In a boarding torpedo, Wang Ming looked at the various weapon arrays rotating on the "Warmaster" in front of him. Wang Ming spoke to Lu Dajing who was counting how much supplies would be lost in this wave.

"One strike cruiser..., two..., what?"

Lu Dajing was thinking about how much damage his strike cruiser had suffered, but his thoughts were interrupted by Wang Ming. He looked at the scene in confusion, his big black and white eyes full of bewilderment.

"Prepare for an attack from Chaos warships. They have spotted us."

Wang Ming looked at this miser who was obviously a little confused. He shook his head helplessly and then repeated what he had said before to him.

"I can't even keep my power armor..."

When Lu Dajing heard what Wang Ming said, he said to Wang Ming dejectedly. Wang Ming knew that he was speechless to him. Saving is a good thing, but this saving is too outrageous.

Wang Ming didn't want to care about Lu Dajing. He looked at the "War Marshal" slowly approaching in front of him and slowly closed his eyes.

"Zi..."

The laser array on the "Warmaster" shot out laser energy beams. For a moment, several boarding torpedoes were instantly evaporated by the laser energy beams. After these boarding torpedoes were evaporated, Wang Ming opened his eyes. He felt the danger, the danger from the laser energy beams. A laser was coming towards him.

"Heh..., it really doesn't work..."

Wang Ming smiled bitterly, and then said something to himself. Lu Dajing beside him was looking at the laser energy beam coming towards the boarding torpedo in front of him. He was dejected like a salted fish.

The laser energy beam hit the boarding torpedo that Wang Ming was on. A tiny flash of light appeared in the void, but there were not many ripples. However, what Abaddon did not know was that in this exploded boarding torpedo, a horrible thing was not evaporated by the laser, but rushed towards the "Warmaster" rapidly with the help of the shock wave of the explosion.

Wang Ming is very depressed now. He is floating in the void, looking at the "Warmaster" which is getting closer and closer. This is not the first time he has entered the void, but he is not wearing a helmet this time. Wang Ming does not feel suffocated, but he still feels very uncomfortable because he cannot breathe.

"Fuck!!"

Wang Ming just slammed on the armor of the "Warmaster". He looked speechlessly at the painted hull in front of him that was covered with all kinds of blasphemous symbols. He felt numb all over. Could it be that he was the only one who had boarded Abaddon's flagship?

"Should I still say that you are surrounded by me alone?"

Wang Ming had some strange thoughts in his mind, and then he drew out his phase sword.

The phase blade was inserted into the hull, and the blade that could cut through dimensions cut through the hull like cutting tofu. Wang Ming waved his arms quickly, and fragments of the hull flew in front of him. Wang Ming didn't even look at the fragments, and just cut through the hull. The armor plates of this kind of ship are multi-layered, and it will take some time to cut through them all.

"Zizzizi..."

Accompanied by a burst of decompressed air spraying on Wang Ming's face, Wang Ming smelled the bloody air and he suddenly laughed. Wang Ming put away the phase knife and then inserted his hands into the hull. Wang Ming tore it hard and the armor of the hull was torn open.

Wang Ming entered the "War Marshal" against the airflow. After entering the ship, he looked at the various corpses and blasphemous objects around him. He really had no way to connect these blasphemous objects with the huge federal battleship before.

"I'm already here, start teleporting."

Wang Ming looked at the blasphemous thing in front of him, he took a breath of the bloody air, took out the communicator, contacted Wang Lei, and prepared to have them teleported to the "War Marshal" through resurrection.

"Got it, boss. We'll be right there."

After Wang Lei received the message from Wang Ming, he immediately lit the cigarette in his hand, took a deep breath, and then threw the cigarette on the explosive with a bored look on his face. A huge explosion occurred in a fortress in the wilderness, and then a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky.