For the former Fourteenth Legion, there has been no such summons in many years, and warships of all sizes surge out of every gap between the Star of Plague, corrupt spaceports and dark fortresses.
Those living ships surrounded the sickly and dim huge star bodies, like a long list of filthy spots that spread out, and the dark green sign lights were hazy and faint.
Under the cover of the God of Plague, these metal creatures are eroded by the decay that can wither all things every day, but are also nourished by it, becoming one of the countless paradoxes in subspace - the most powerful and pathological, the most decayed and the most solid, the most unified and the most changeable.
Most warships have their own unique symbols, indicating that they belong to a certain war gang. Although the Death Guard is famous for unity, in fact, there is still a serious division in the long war.
But under the command of the Primrose, many war gangs such as the pale hands, the prolific people, the rotten choirs, the gloomy lords, the plague apostles, the rotten claws, the weepers, the rotten hunters, and other war gangs abandoned many prejudices from the past and once again united under the banner of the God of Plague and fought for a goal.
Looking at the magnificent fleet outside, Luo Ga, the leader of the Plague Lord War Gang (this guy really has this name. In order to avoid the duplicate name, he can only use this homonym) and couldn't help but sigh.
As a non-legion war gang, they were not popular here, and few warships were willing to approach them, although their bodies were corrupt like those descendants of the Fourteenth Legion.
But their bloodline is doubtful after all.
According to the only historical data of the War Gang, the Lord of the Plague was once a loyal Space Marines group called "Wingdras Spear" and was one of the 30 Space Marines group forced by Saint Balius to conduct an expedition to the Abyss.
But no one knows how the Pterodactyl Spears became the current lord of the plague. In short, they became believers of the corrupt gods, obeyed the commands of the fallen primordials, and even participated in the famous siege of Frax.
Luo Ga knew very little about the origin of this, and he did not like studying the past as much as his former leader of the War Gang.
His world is relatively shallow, full of killing and obsession, driven only by current impulses and contempt, rather than the complicated cause and effect created by history.
The leader of the war gang then looked through the near-view window of the bridge and saw a part of his ship's Sorrow Stone.
Balls of proliferation wrapped around it and condensed on it. The huge turret was almost completely covered by bubbled synapses. It was difficult to reproduce the ship's original appearance. Besides, Luoga was not a shipbuilder, so he was too lazy to waste his energy to imagine.
The Stone of Sorrow has been the active home of the War Gang for nearly five hundred years, but it still maintains excellent performance. Although the ship's lurking consciousness will deliberately reject the residents above from time to time, it cannot belittle its power.
Years of wear and tear make its bones stronger, making its squeaky arsenal more devastating, making its engine run more powerfully and always making life-like roars.
Perhaps it will never be a flexible ship, and its firepower will never be comparable to a fully armed battleship, and it will not be able to send a huge fleet of fighter jets to the battlefield like an aircraft carrier, but it is still an extremely tough ancient warrior.
With dissatisfaction with alienation, Luo Ga touched the corners of his forehead and sat back on his seat amid the buzzing sound of mosquitoes.
Everyone in the War Gang was very excited about everything that was coming, and even the stubborn zombie pharmacist was obviously excited.
Luoga hit his soft knees with his fully armed fingers. He could see that the captain was just a hundred meters away in front of him, his body was deeply trapped in a grid made of circular nutrient tubes.
Like most captains who serve the God of Plague, he became part of the warship, his limbs and torso fused into a ganglion composed of wires and insertion bolts, his eyes were obscured by tubes leading to external sensors, and his fingers lost consciousness in the twists and trembling of the signal relay.
Luoga could see chickenpox on the exposed skin on the other person's neck, and it was already very serious. He might live for a few more years before his mental disorder or physical collapse ended his long life.
He then rots, blends into the flight compartment, turns into fertilizer, and provides rich nutrition for the survival of his successor after transplanting the next captain.
For those who care about these things, especially those priests, this is part of the great rebirth trajectory and the essence of the great teachings.
Luoga turned his head and looked out the window. Starships were crowded from all directions, and even his twisted soul was slightly aroused by a rippling layer.
The whole space seemed to have completely disappeared, replaced by a forest of plasma, filled with the light of overmixed thrusters.
Then, he saw that thing.
Among the many well-known battleships, that one is particularly prominent.
Since the beginning of recorded history, it has been competing with monsters and legendary warships with deep roots, and remains strong to this day.
It is perhaps the most vicious of all ships present, distorted and changed by the power of God, and extremely rotten. If it weren't for the great power of the God of Plague, it would have long since fallen apart.
From a distance, the old ridge has been severely corroded, and its ridges are mixed with dissolved heavy metals and bubbling plague broth. It is also for this reason that its precise size is impossible to determine, because a ball of subspace flies covering thousands of kilometers have covered it.
Over countless centuries, it has formed a permanent closed zone, with thick insects flying around in space, and it is completely impossible for such a scene to occur in reality.
But Luoga's vision could penetrate the obscurity. He could see two large holes on the rusty bow, outlining a circle of iron rings, covered with yellowed teeth, like two terrifying giant mouths.
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Of course, this is quite close to the reality.
"The final name... is here too."
Luoga rubbed his fingers and said the name of this great giant ship.
The Finale is a Predator-class battleship and the prototype of this model. It was completed in a shipyard on the moon because of its unique design, size and power that exceed previous models, but it is also more bulky.
The Emperor created this ship for his Space Marine Corps and gave it to the Twilight Raiders, the future Guard of Death.
Even in the Great Expedition, the Ultimate was a huge warship. The hull as huge as a nest was equipped with firepower that could level the city. Its deck was enough to accommodate hundreds of aircraft. The unique forked bow could serve as a launching compartment and artillery deck, which meant that it could orbital bombard a planet while launching assault boats.
Not long after the return of the Primrose, the Zhongyan became the flagship of the first company commander of the Death Guard, Taifengs, and was corroded by the God of Plague in the Great Rebellion, and continued to proliferate and distort, and even continued until now.
For the Empire, this warship has become a blasphemy against the Emperor, a trauma of the great rebellion in the past, and an eternal warning of treason.
Just as Luoga was pondering, the viscous voice of the communication officer suddenly rang out.
"Master, the flagship sent an order and we were organized into the second assault cluster."
"Received, is there any?"
"The new coordinates have been transferred, and we will go to the gate of Eternal Secret Book."
When Luo Ga heard the name, he was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of this thing.