Chapter 432 - A suspected Golden Age Trekker! Going back in time!

Bang!

The grenade launcher exploded. In this indoor environment with numerous control devices and cramped space, it was actually not suitable to use the grenade launcher.

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Because the exploding shrapnel and gunpowder can easily rebound and injure one's own people by mistake, or destroy some key control devices.

But at this critical moment, Amon couldn't care less. He could do nothing to Pani if ​​he got close to the fight.

Soon, Amon fired several shots in succession, but these bombs were basically blocked by the lightsaber in Pani's hand, even some fine gunpowder was difficult to block.

The power armor shield on Kepani is not just for show.

Faced with such a high-attack and high-defense iron can, Amon felt despair. The gap in strength between the two sides was too big, and there was no point in any confrontation.

Pani was not in a hurry to kill Amon immediately. He just needed to delay the old man for a minute or two, and the rest of the Megacorp warriors would naturally be able to easily capture Magnus.

"Give up the meaningless resistance and accept the judgment of the Empire."

“You’re dreaming—!”

As he finished speaking, Amon shot with his gun while picking up the chainswords of other Thousand Sons warriors and slashing at Pani at close range.

This time, Pani no longer tolerated it. He cut off Amon's grenade launcher and chainsword with one sword, turned around and kicked him into the corner.

Seeing Amon being kicked half to death by him, Pani glanced at Magnus out of the corner of his eye. Magnus was still resisting desperately.

The giant corporate warriors around him suppressed him tightly, and when Magnus was exhausted, he was arrested.

"Damn it! Who the hell are you?"

Magnus glared at Pani with gritted teeth. His arm holding the chainsword had begun to tremble with soreness, and even his teeth were chattering.

He didn't believe that these giant corporate warriors could be pure humans from the golden age.

If pure human bloodline and genes are really so powerful, then why would they bother looking for ways to genetically modify and reshape their bodies?

During the two hundred years of the Great Crusade across the galaxy, Magnus had been to the front lines of the battlefield many times and had fought hand-to-hand with countless alien species.

Even the powerful warriors in the green-skinned orc camp had never given him such a feeling of oppression.

Less than half a minute into the battle, Magnus realized that he could not escape. If the Megacorp warriors had not held back, he would have had his limbs broken and would have been captured.

"We are part of the 11th Ace Troop of the Iron Hands of the Global Megacorp Development Department. If you don't want to lose all your dignity, you'd better cooperate with our mission."

Pani walked up to Magnus and looked down at him.

Time is tight now, and he doesn't have the time to accompany Magnus to persuade him to surrender.

Either they would be beaten to death and taken back, or they would be detained decently and taken back to the original body's spaceship.

As expected, Magnus became furious upon hearing this. He yelled at Pani, "You want me to surrender? Impossible!"

Seeing that Magnus was still going crazy here, Pani frowned and raised his sword to strike.

With a popping sound, Magnus' right hand holding the chainsword broke off immediately, and flashing arcs of electricity burst out from the broken part of the power armor.

Scarlet blood gushed out, and the intense pain was clearly transmitted to Magnus's sensory organs, which made Magnus above him suddenly sober up a lot.

These people...why did they actually chop themselves?

In an instant, Magnus seemed to have his soul sucked out. He collapsed to the ground powerlessly, his left hand tightly covering the severed part of his right arm. It was obvious that he did not want to die yet.

“Lord——!!”

Amon was filled with grief and anger when he saw this scene. He used his hands and feet and almost crawled towards Magnus, but before he could get close, a giant corporate warrior stepped on his back and he was unable to move.

"Pick up his right hand and take it away."

Pani gave the order coldly.

In fact, even if their limbs were broken, it would not be a big problem for the Primarchs. As long as they did not die on the spot, they could still recover with the medical means of the Empire.

Immediately, under the command of Pani, other Megacorp warriors quickly brought back Magnus, and the remaining Thousand Sons warriors such as Amon would be received by other Megacorp combat units.

At the same time, the four Primarch fleets also completed the extermination order procedure for Prospero and accepted the engineering project to destroy the planet.

In order to ensure that the root of the problem was eradicated, Mortarion also sent a special force to hover near the low-Earth orbit of Prospero, specifically to block the Thousand Sons warriors who were fleeing on spacecraft.

After seeing that the surface of Prospero had been covered by magma, Guilliman waved his hand and ordered the entire fleet to leave Prospero as soon as possible.

But soon Guilliman discovered helplessly that the subspace channel of this star system had been locked, and they were unable to activate the jump engine device at all.

"How could this happen? Didn't the Universal Corporation only restrict the subspace connection area near the Radiance? How could it affect us?"

Guilliman was extremely confused. He knew how large the effective range of the Cosmic Enterprise's alien space device was. It was impossible for the Cosmic Enterprise to block the subspace channel of the entire star system.

At this time, Varro Tigris hurried to the bridge with his new discovery and reported the situation to Guilliman:

"Lord, we have confirmed with the Universal Corporation that all the connecting channels between the Subspace and the Prospero star system have been blocked!"

"Even they can't break this limit."

Varro Tigris is the Chief Librarian of the Ultramarines Legion. He controls a vast amount of knowledge and information and is Guilliman's top aide.

"What is going on? Could it be that the power of their shielding field is out of control?" asked Guilliman.

Now he just wanted to leave this troubled place as soon as possible and report Prospero's situation to the Emperor as soon as possible.

"According to Commander Jack Wells, this has nothing to do with them, but may be related to the mysterious fleet..."

Varo said anxiously that relying solely on the normal speed of the Imperial warships, it would take at least several years to leave the Prospero galaxy!

But where is the time now?

"Has the Cosmic Corporation not figured out the origins of that fleet yet?" Guilliman felt quite annoyed. It had been several hours, and they still hadn't figured out the other party's origins.

"No, but... I do have some unrealistic guesses." Varo Tigris paused, then said to Guilliman.

"The architectural style of that fleet is very similar to the warships in ancient books. There are no decorations and the shape is simple and clean. This is very similar to the human warships of the Golden Age."

After all, Varro is a knowledgeable think tank director, and what he said must have some basis.

However, the ancient books that recorded the culture and development information of the Golden Age had been edited and revised countless times, and Varo could not be 100% sure whether it was a human warship created in the Golden Age.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Guilliman shook his head in disbelief. How could a warship from the Golden Age appear here? This was absolutely impossible.

Even if there was a subspace trip, the time span shouldn't be so far apart.

Moreover, humans in the Golden Age were passionate and unrestrained in temperament. How could they be indifferent to the communications from Megacorp and the Imperial Fleet after arriving in the Prospero galaxy?

At this moment, Jack, who had just finished a conversation with Varo Tigris, also discovered the abnormality of this star system.

"Commander, the entire Prospero galaxy is now shrouded in a mysterious space-time force field. Our communication with the headquarters of the Myriad Worlds Base is delayed by three minutes...!"

Dr. Halsey reported the bad news to Jack Wells in a heavy tone. This was the first time that abnormal communication occurred with the headquarters of the Wanjie Base.

Even she didn't have any good solution for the time being.

There was a frown between Jack's brows. This was the first time he encountered such a difficult situation.

A civilization that controls space-time technology is something that the world's giant companies have never encountered before.

At this moment, they have no way of contacting the headquarters immediately in a short period of time. Even if they do get in touch, there is no guarantee that the information can be sent out completely.

You have to find a way to save yourself!

"We can request the headquarters to call in Xeelee night fighters to break through this space-time force field and help us leave here."

Dr. Halsey suggested that the Xeelee night fighter was a regular-level artifact that possessed powerful space-time manipulation capabilities, which was sufficient to deal with the current situation.

No mistake, just one song, one post, one content, one look!

But Jack Wells did not agree to it immediately. It would be too panic-stricken to expose his cards so early.

If the other party has some other means and destroys the giant company's Xeelee night fighter, it will be troublesome!

When two armies face off, what they are competing for is not only courage and tactics, but also a psychological game like Tian Ji's horse racing. Only the side that hides its killer moves until the critical moment can decide the outcome of the battle.

"We'll launch a tentative attack on the enemy fleet first. Since they don't intend to let us leave, let's give them a taste of their pain."

Jack Wells immediately gave the order, saying that his expeditionary force was equipped with plenty of strategic-level weapons and was not afraid of fighting and consuming the newcomers.

Even if he really can't do anything to the opponent, Jack can still apply to the headquarters to open the star gate and quickly jump out of the Warhammer universe.

If you have the guts, try chasing them all the way to the main universe. That is the headquarters of the giant cosmic corporations, and there are plenty of regular-level weapons waiting for the enemy.

【yes.】

The flagship AI quickly passed Jack's instructions to each of the giant enterprise warships, and the commanders of each unit immediately carried out the mission.

In an instant, the battleship array at the front gathered together to form hard light cannons and gravitational tearing fields, opening fire at the fleet in deep space.

At the beginning, the fleet suffered heavy damage from strong artillery fire and gravitational distortion, but when the artillery fire subsided, the broken warships reversed the entropy increase and were repaired again.

This scene made Dr. Halsey's eyes light up. That's right, this is space-time technology!

A technology that can reverse time and space.

In the top-secret archives of the scientific hub of the global giant enterprise, in the space-time technology project that Otto is in charge of, there is a mention of a "negative entropy flow" substance discovered in the "Edge of Tomorrow" universe.

That really can make time flow backwards, returning precious materials from the past, every bit of which represents visualized time!

But up to now, the negative entropy flow materials collected by the world's giant enterprises are only enough to support the reversal of time for a few years.

It is never used in a war environment and is only used experimentally in the scientific hub bureau of Edge of Tomorrow.

The emergence of this mysterious fleet allowed Dr. Halsey to see the possibility of giant enterprises completing space-time technology and reversing time.

Here, Jack was not frightened by the opponent's time technology, because he knew that even if the broken mirror could be repaired, the energy consumed would be enormous.

No matter what kind of negative entropy flow or other space-time technology the opponent uses, there will always be energy consumption. In this case, just consume it with the opponent.

Let’s see who can’t hold on first!

As expected, facing the continuous bombardment and gravitational field distortion of the Universal Corporation, the fleet did not put up any decent resistance at all.

This made Jack even more certain that the opponent's weakness was the lack of effective means of attack. Perhaps the sphere was their only lethal weapon.

Just as the main fleet of the Universal Corporation was busy firing at full force, the distracted Guilliman could not help but ask the Librarian Varro:

"What should we do now? Are we just going to sit there and do nothing?"

To be honest, Guilliman was quite frightened at this moment, because the space war taking place before his eyes was completely beyond any war situation he had ever seen.

The battle between the two sides was completely a fight between god-level civilizations!

The battleship array of the Universal Corporation constantly changed its formation, combining one powerful energy cannon after another, and its range spanned most of the Prospero star system.

The powerful gravitational distortion field messes up the orbits of the surrounding planets, making them run around like marbles in the vast galaxy.

The destroyed and shredded mysterious fleet was like constantly pressing the back button, and each time it was able to miraculously come back to life.

This kind of war confrontation that has risen to a super-dimensional scale makes all military tactics so pale and powerless.

I'm afraid that even if the emperor came here, he could only be a helpless bystander like them.

Varo Tigris sighed helplessly. With their space naval combat capabilities, they were unable to help the giant enterprise. At this time, they could only watch silently from the side and wait for follow-up situations.

When gods fight, mortals suffer. They'd better hide around the flagships of giant companies.

Guilliman also sighed and helplessly told the other Primarch brothers not to act rashly.

In fact, there was no need for Guilliman to remind them specifically, as Lion, Russ, and Mortarion also knew that now was not the time to show off their presence.

They had always been unruly, but now they were like good kids, carefully retreating into the arms of the giant company's flagship.

At this moment, the fierce space war is still going on.

The space-time and dimensions of the Prospero star system are constantly dying and resurrecting due to the gravitational tearing of the giant enterprise, the bombardment of energy cannons, and the time reversal of the mysterious fleet.

The minutes and seconds on the holographic screen kept jumping.

The humans on the surface of Prospero kept switching between the identities of "victims" and "survivors", experiencing the moment of death again and again.

The people who sank to the bottom of the sea continued to suffocate and fall into a coma.

For those who commit suicide by swallowing bullets, the bones at the back of their heads keep breaking and reorganizing...

This funny and tormenting change made Prospero feel like dying.