"What you want is Blackstone technology, which I don't have. But if it's just the schematic diagram of the Exorcism Matrix, I picked up a copy before I came here. Suppressing or even closing the Eye of Fear is our common vision. I beg you to trust me on this. Even though you know I'm a thief, I'm not a liar."
"I believe you, Tarasim." Salmin put the wine glass back on the table and looked at him seriously. In major matters, Tarasim was indeed a senior, responsible and trustworthy person. But he was also a thief. The next moment, Salmin dug out a ray of red light from his remaining mouth, "Don't eat it carelessly, this thing is very important."
"Please send the schematics to the Holy Archmagos, Lord Inquisitor Trazyn. Now it's time to talk about what you want and what you can bring to me."
"I passed?" It was so simple that Trazyn didn't even feel the effort, but Salmin's expression showed him that he was serious. The next moment, the psychic spell that restricted his body's repair melted like ice and snow, which made him feel absurdly happy to be trusted.
So he asked, "Aren't you afraid of my revenge?"
Salmin smiled. His smile was very happy and natural. "This is what I mean by trust. You should take revenge, Trazyn. But it should be after the 13th Black Crusade. I believe that revenge is the most noble act of violence. Even if it is expanded and alienated into a war of anti-aggression, it is still the noblest in war."
"I believe your purpose is the same as mine, and we share a great goal. After the delusion of the warp is shattered, I encourage your revenge, because it is legitimate and just. Ten lifetimes of hatred can still be avenged."
"I dragged another innocent dynasty and its people into the war for the sake of profit. This is unjust. I bless you. Even if you smash my head with the disintegration scepter, I will still be happy for the victory of justice. However, if you vent your anger on the unarmed civilians——"
"In the name of the Emperor, I will destroy your dynasty, crush your tombs and planets, and completely eliminate your inhuman and abominable program! Carry the Emperor's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows!"
"This is an unprecedented statement. Weird human, noble human, I love you to death. Wait for the revenge of the Infinite One Trazyn. I will definitely, definitely, definitely leave the best and most conspicuous place in my great exhibition hall for you!"
"Knock knock—" Salmin knocked on the table to signal him to come back to his senses. "Trust is trust, and business is business. We haven't finished talking yet. How much support you can borrow from me depends on how much benefit you can bring to me."
What could he bring out? That was a good question. A few regiments of Astra Militarum, a few squads of Sisters of Battle, dozens of Astartes from various eras, two Death Watch kill squads? All good, but not enough for the Salmin sitting in front of him. And if it was that...
There are many valuable treasures buried under the territorial changes of the Necrons for tens of millions of years. How could an important ancient fortress like Cadia not have heavyweight weapons left by the Necrons? "There is an ancient Sitan tomb in the planet you call Prosan."
"One fragment of the Burning One is imprisoned here to provide the energy needed for the super-giant Exorcist Matrix on Cadia, while the other is on the throne world of the Temerin Dynasty. If the second fragment of the Star God can be obtained, a fully functional Exorcist Matrix will truly be able to repel the interference of the Warp, rather than resisting it as it does now."
"What I need is just a chapter-sized Astartes force and the Astra Militarum, including at least three tank regiments. I will take care of the fleet myself in the dormant anchorage of Chloris. Imperial warships cannot raid the core world of the Necrons." Trazyn was unwilling to withdraw the fleet from Cadia, which would affect the truly important battle situation.
Since Salmin saw him as a collaborator rather than a redeemed prisoner, he was more willing to prove Trazyn's ability to this rare human friend who trusted him, without any extra help, and to accurately remove the lesion in the manner of a lord inquisitor. A sudden landing would shatter the center of this sleeping dynasty.
Chapter 158: Casting the Immortal
It was not until Trazyn reconstructed a new body and, under the watchful eyes of the Imperial fleet, pulled out of thin air a fleet of green Necrons from the low-Earth orbit of Chloris, an important mining and energy world opposite Cadia, that the Archsage emerged from Trazyn's data packet.
"How about it."
"Shit! I can hardly understand it, but luckily it's not a machine translation, otherwise there wouldn't even be the word 'almost' in it. This alien's technology is too obscure and difficult to understand, and it's also extremely incoherent and lacks explanation." Colston paused for a moment, thinking of the technology that the oil man had unearthed. "This is like the technology that another group of people gave to the Necrons, it's transcendent and incomprehensible."
Soon he confirmed his guess, it was exactly the same. This kind of black box technology is very familiar to the oil man. Ding Zhen, the artificial eye, was identified as a coin. It was either picked up from an older grave, or taught by an immortal like the emperor. "For this kind of technology that has been passed down for who knows how many times, don't even think about learning it with a set of blueprints, just learn how to use it."
"Will it work?" Salmin, who only has a degree from Earth University, couldn't understand such purely theoretical stuff. He could only ask like an innocent college student who chased his instructor to ask how to fill out a form.
“It can be operated, with a success rate of over 84%.”
But since Cawl had derived the preliminary algorithm, Salmin had a place to use his skills. Although he didn't have the Imperial Mechanicus education and couldn't understand the blueprints, he had high computing power. The difference between advanced computers was geometric times, just like Skynet couldn't calculate more than one 4090. The difference between Cawl and him, the flagship of the Emperor, was at least several dozen times.
This is enough computing power to keep up with the battles of Khorne and the calculations of Tzeentch's chief daemon. It would only take a buzzing for Cawl to mine the mines of eternity. It was only a ding sound as the new data packet was transmitted back to Cawl's external skull. "Optimization completed, the success rate is now ."
After that, Kaul went back and thought about it for two days but still couldn't figure it out, "No, am I the Holy Great Sage, or is he the Holy Great Sage?"
But that's a story for later. Now, after sending Kaul away, Salmin had more important things to do, such as waking up Qirsaji who was secretly sleeping on him. "How can you sleep at your age? Are you going to sleep after you've finished screwing in today's screws?"
In his hands were the Forge General of the Cadia Forge World, the Mechanicus Ohm Messiah Super Titan, and the White Eagle's aviation battleship, Chirsagi. The decisive battle plan ship girl with a unique cold charm was, of course, the most important arsenal in the Cadia war zone.
Flowing out of the unmanned magnificent furnace is Cadia's precious lifeline. The star in front of her is the fire and raw material in the hands of this super casting ark named after the incarnation of the God of All Machines. Every second, hundreds of thousands of tons of plasma raw materials are swallowed into her chest and abdomen, and heavy nuclei are fused, smelted, and calcined.
From the refined promethium that starships rely on to survive, to the super-heavy macro-cannon ammunition the size of a Titan, to the thousands of square meters of adamantine armor plates and finely crafted gun barrels that need to be replaced, everything the Imperial fleet needs for maintenance and war flows continuously from one side of the star to the other. Kil'shaji is the source of his confidence in his battle with Mortarion, who is blessed by the gods.
Not only the fleet-related parts, the Forge of Om Messiah has everything from the Void Armor of the Solar Auxiliary Army to the Mark IV Power Armor of the Astartes, all types of main battle tanks and super-heavy tanks of the Auxiliary Army and the Astartes Legion, and even the foundry workshops and boarding corridors of the War Dog and Predator class Titans.
This is not just an unrivaled super-Titan. Compared with super command flagships such as the Emperor's Dream, she is also the ultimate military-industrial complex designed to consume and replenish a legion-level main fleet and its mortal auxiliary forces in the Great Crusade. She is an absolute strategic fulcrum and heavy industrial core.
In the face of war, even my wife would give me a hard time for such a top-notch bull. Doesn't he know whether the ship girl needs to rest as a daily 007? Every hour of rest means millions of tons of material losses in the Cadia theater. For the Empire, where human lives are not worth money, it is equivalent to destroying dozens of elite armies!
He didn't have so many Astra Militarum soldiers abandoned as pawns when he put them in Volgatok to delay Mortarion's attack so that he could steal Magnus's ass.
For the Cadians, who are all soldiers and have undergone rigorous military training and years of war, as long as they have equipment, they can grow elite troops from the ground. The military reforms he formulated were not fully implemented until now when Kil'shaj took office. It is no longer a three-piece set of Hell Lance, Hydra, and Leman Russ.
The Cadian Hellgun, which was semi-automatic and bound to a bulky battery backpack, was replaced with a lighter, longer-range, effective Kalibrough V-1 laser rifle. This ancient auxiliary army laser rifle is more suitable for mortals to fight against the corrupted wearing power armor. The improvement brought by being lighter and farther is not a small one.
Stormblade super-heavy tanks equipped with volcanic cannons or the smaller and more fragile Shadowblade tank destroyers were issued to brigade-level combat units to fight against the great daemons or more common Chaos Titans they would encounter on the battlefield.
On the more frontline fortress worlds, such as Kaleisus, Sun Makayathus, or the Kaserpatox and Horn fortresses on the Cadia front, the Storm Lord super-heavy tanks, which focus more on anti-infantry, especially high-quality infantry units, have almost replaced the role of the Leman Russ on the front battlefield.
The Vulcan heavy bolter battery's twin five-barreled heavy bolters spew out countless high-explosive ammunition like a large pile of artillery shells, which can turn an infantry unit into a red blood mist in an instant, no matter whether the one standing in front of her is an Astartes wearing Terminator armor or a Khorne demon who is known to be immune to long-range attacks.
Of course, groups of Storm Lord super-heavy tanks are the simplest and most effective tactic for a modern mechanized infantry brigade. The space originally used by the Storm Lord to power the volcanic cannon is now an equal-sized personnel carrier, which gives the Storm Lord the ability to carry forty fully armed Kashejin elites or simply two teams of canned goods to the front line of the battlefield.
The Army Aviation Valkyrie gunships directly under the military will tear the initial gap for their charge, and then the two squadrons of Storm Lords will serve as the spearhead of the Armored Iron Fist forces, using the firepower and armor of super-heavy tanks to open a breakthrough in the enemy's line. The infantry on board will then get off the vehicle to further expand the results of the battle and create opportunities for subsequent troops to completely penetrate the enemy's line.
For the demons and scattered Chaos Astartes on the front lines, this change was obvious - flesh and blood were gradually being completely covered by steel. The Hell Dragons that dared to dive and attack at the beginning were now gone, and one super-heavy tank after another exhausted their last bit of energy.
No matter how strong the power armor is, it can't beat the chariot, let alone the super-heavy tanks whose armor plates are thicker than the explosive bombs in their hands. The mortals hiding behind them can even turn around and slaughter these poor bastards who don't even have the means to penetrate them. Two squadrons of super-heavy tanks can easily turn rows of them into indescribable blood and flesh foam like harvesting crops.
The nimble demons who managed to escape the wrath of the Storm Lord's twin five-barrel heavy bolters would soon be killed by the twin heavy bolters or twin heavy flamethrowers on the front and sides of the vehicle. Those enemies who were not killed by the bolts and flames might face an even worse fate - the adamantium tracks of the super-heavy tank.
At this moment when neither side used Titans, the suppression of a large number of heavy vehicles on the rare and crude demon engines was absolute. And for Mortarion, who still had detailed intelligence about the Alpha Legion a few years ago, the cowardice of Salmin was clearly revealed. With all your forces tied up, how can you resist my real big plan?
Chapter 159 Mortarion's Grand Plan
Mortarion has big plans.
He thought that he was different from Magnus, who had lost his courage after a defeat. Although it was correct to attribute the weakness of the Chaos Alliance to the poor quality of the fleet, it did not mean that they had to escape. In fact, this time was just like the siege that year. If they wanted to win, they still had to fight a traditional frontal battle with the main force of the fleet.
Magnus was so frightened that he dared only to play those false sorcery behind his back. This cowardly behavior even made him feel angry and ashamed! The interference with the subspace rift in the Cadia system was becoming more and more obvious. Statistics and numbers would not lie. His stupid brother was still dreaming of waiting for a few more months and starting an uprising at the 999th moment of 999 years?
Damn it, Nurgle demons eat shit while it's still hot, but that damn red one-eyed Ogryn doesn't understand! The help from the warp will become increasingly scarce, and they must seize victory and honor with repeated attacks before the last bit of the Cadia system is used up, rather than hoping to end everything with a powerful sorcery.
He had never seen Huki, but he understood tactics and birdmen. Huki, the eternally chosen one of Tzeentch in Magnus's words, was definitely not a fool, so why didn't he continue to attack when he had the upper hand? This group of fortresses, with a city every five steps and a pavilion every ten steps, each taking advantage of the terrain and fighting against each other, was more like his other brother, or the Rock.
The Tzeentch Everchosen, who were definitely not stupid, clearly had a better choice, so why would they concentrate their superior forces on another point that they couldn't even reach? It was so familiar. Mortarion grabbed the cold projection of Cadia in the sandbox in his hand, and the cold spiritual energy corroded two words on it, "Palace".
Imperial Palace
If we use the Imperial Palace in the Siege of Terra as a benchmark for Cadia in the Thirteenth Black Crusade, then Huki's actions can be explained clearly, just like Rogal Dorn used those seemingly important but actually worthless spaces in front of the Imperial Palace in exchange for battle damage and precious time during the Siege of Terra.
The first star chain deployed by Huki includes Kaleisus, Sun Makayathus, or the second star chain of Casperatox-Horn Fortress-Makalia that they have not yet seen, as well as the thirty-five space fortresses densely distributed between them. More than 50,000 Astartes, nearly 10 billion elite troops, and even tens of thousands of warships are just disposable barriers!
All he wanted was victory, and the easiest way to do that was to destroy Cadia. No need to occupy it, just tear up the void shield and turn the entire planet into interstellar dust! But he had to stay calm, because the defeat in the siege of Terra taught him one thing - the more stubbornly the enemy defended one place, the more likely they would have a trump card that would make the final decision.
The drifting Emperor's Dream was not just Magnus's nightmare. He woke up from the psychic illusion more than once, before the faceless golden giant roared and cut off his head. That was the vehicle of his traitorous father, returning from destruction; his father, the corrupt Emperor who should have been sitting on the Golden Throne and being tortured... Where was he?
He is not the father-loving Horus who was filled with the power of the Four Gods and turned into a cream puff. Horus's Worldbreaker can easily tear the Archangel's beautiful face apart and beat him into minced meat alive. His power is so strong that he can tear apart the gorgeous wings that have captured the Emperor's attention with bare hands.
But he couldn't. The power he had acquired was not enough to slaughter his brothers and despise his father, and he had never thought of doing so.
It was a laborious task to forcefully tear open a small warp rift and jump directly to Cadia across the Mandeville Point. Even with the help of the Thousand Sons and the benevolent father Nurgle, it was only enough for a battleship formation. And he was not completely sure that he could win by boarding with a mere battleship formation with the advantage of the Primarch and the defense.
In fact, if Mortarion really rushed forward, then Thalmin would be ecstatic. You know, even if Thalmin has led part of the fleet to support the front, Cadia also has the Iris Battle Fleet with the Amphion-class Queen of Glory as its flagship stationed there. If a battleship wants to survive to the range of the boarding... I can't say.
For the sake of his precious life, Mortarion threw the overly radical island-hopping tactic into the waste paper pile. For Mortarion, what he needed now was a group of cheap but powerful large battleships. Since the plan to bypass the Ardennes Forest failed, he would just smash it and break through the damn Maginot Line!
With the full help of his new, loyal ally.
"Vashtor..."
His new friend, a demon demigod from the Warp, a lesser god moving towards the Chaos Undivided Realm, and of course, more importantly, he is also the master of all soul furnaces.
Of course, no matter how transcendent his status as an arms dealer in the Warp was, he was ultimately a lesser god without faction inclination. He was nothing compared to the ascended Chaos Primarch who commanded the Astartes Legion, the leader of the Four Gods, and the genuine dog warlord.
What really surprised Mortarion was the assistance provided to the Chaos Alliance by this arms dealer who had joined the 13th Black Crusade in a rage for some unknown reason, regardless of the losses. A total of 27 super-large composite space hulks known as the Omen Ark had many flaws, but they were perfect as high-level filler forces.
What? The demons and corrupted machine spirits wandering in the Ominous Ark will corrupt and slaughter the crew zealously? What a joke. Where did the human crew come from? Injected with Nurgle's divine power to corrupt and then filled with free demons. Well, a demonized Ominous Ark with online combat power and proficiency in melee boarding and biting has been transformed.
The vertical length of these ships is a little different from that of the Queen of Glory, but the horizontal length is far greater than that of the bloated Nurgle warships, or the twisted creations stitched together by lumps of flesh and blood, rusted steel or broken rocks. The actual combat power is definitely higher than that of regular battleships. Who doesn't love free cannon fodder?
Mortarion could even turn a blind eye to Vashtor's true purpose. After all, the psychic prophecies related to the Warp had long been invalid. They were all poor people whose plans were disrupted by the rising Empire. Unless they won the Thirteenth Black Crusade, no one would care what their original plan that had already failed was.
As long as Vashtor is willing to continue to join this difficult hunt with his large number of demon engines, the heavy weapons platforms they desperately need, and more ominous arks, he is a friend.
Chapter 160: Nurgle's Ominous Ark
The arrival of a group of reinforcements is always exciting, especially a group of giants that have reached the physical level of thousands of miles of ships and flags covering the sky. These terrifying demon arks, which are hideous and disgusting, cover the planet in groups and can even defeat the will of mortals in an instant.
The Ominous Ark, which was infected back and forth by the power of Nurgle until the new unified will suppressed the countless loyal or corrupted machine souls mixed within it, now looks like the plague fleet of the past, covered with disgusting yellow-green mucus and tumor lumps. The shadow cast from the sky alone can bring corrosive acid rain to the land below for years.
The good news is that the chaotic weapon platforms from various types of warships that were originally twisted into a 360-degree firing range are now grown on thick tentacles. As the sticky tubular things called tentacle writing intestines, which no one knows what they are, stretch or coil, at least the Omen Ark has regular side guns and spine turrets that can fire in unison.
Although the anti-aircraft firepower was scarce and only higher than that of the escort ships, no one would want to board a demonized warship of Nurgle, which was even more outrageous than boarding a demonized warship of Slaanesh. The barrier of hundreds of billions of corrupted flies evoked from the subspace layer wrapped around the Ark of Omen was enough to intercept most of the empire's naval forces.
After the modification, the Nurgle Ark of Doom has been enhanced in all aspects, whether in health, defense or artillery battle, even the close combat bite has been improved due to the addition of tentacles and classic round mouthparts. The only problem is that it can no longer accommodate people, even Chaos Astartes cannot sit on it.
Fortunately, the Chaos Alliance lacks everything except Nurgle demons. If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will do it. A total of 27 Nurgle demons led their demon armies to fill up these ominous arks under the will of the great father. The internal environment of these arks is like returning to the quagmire of Nurgle's garden.
These were twenty-seven large, reinforced demon battleships. Even with the Cadia fleet before the inexplicable reinforcements, the second largest fleet of the human empire would gradually collapse after a short resistance. But now, damn now, only twenty-seven ominous arks were not enough to break through the layers of Cadia's chains.
Let alone defeating the Cadia fleet, it is questionable whether the entire army can break through the first star chain. Without the cover of a large escort fleet, this kind of large melee meat shield will only be pressed into the center of the battlefield by the vortex caused by the nova cannon and become a sitting target. Without major long-range weapons, they cannot even launch an effective counterattack.
But from another perspective, isn't this cheap large capital ship the best target? It can withstand a large amount of concentrated firepower and has a natural resistance to damage. And its biggest advantage is that it is cheap. The main body is made of space wrecks, plus the equally free power of Nurgle, and it is forged in the chaotic time of the warp.
If he used the two large companies of the Thousand Sons Legion that he had temporarily borrowed here, theoretically it would only take two weeks in the physical universe for the next batch of Ominous Arks to give a tiny Warp shock to the ridiculous followers of that false god who could not provide any power at all.
The world has never seen such a convenient and fast replenishment speed for capital ships. In just two weeks, the shipyards of the False Emperor may not even have finished the so-called hymns of the Mechanicus, let alone the warships. This is the power of our kind father Nurgle, so great and powerful. Do you, the followers of the False Emperor, have such power?
It would take decades to replenish each battleship-level capital ship. According to the top-secret intelligence provided by the Alpha Legion and the recent statistics on the battle ratio between the two sides, if the goal is only to penetrate the first and second star chains instead of occupying the fortress worlds along the way, the troops he has will reach a reversal level within two weeks.
In fact, if the Alpha Legion was really prepared to join this inevitable victory as they said, then the price of victory would be even lower. They would pry open the solid yet fragile shells of those who disrespected the true God, and then tear apart their cherished planets amid their desperate curses, and completely destroy the unfallen Cadia with the main guns of the Black Stone Fortress!
Wait and hope.
------------------
Cadia First Starlink
In Cadia, the sector of the Empire closest to the Eye of Terror, the dark universe also strangely tends to be more of an abnormal hue mixed with dazzling purple, black and red. It is a color projected by the great rift in the warp that does not belong to the physical universe.
In this star field that should have been empty, a magnificent fortress with a cast iron background dotted with exquisite azure and gold stood there. Perhaps decades later, after the war, people would give it a nice name that combined the history of that period of gunpowder, but for now, it was called the 3R Interstellar Fortress Group.
The Ramirez-class star fortress, with a battleship-level diameter of more than ten kilometers, serves as the main fortress of 3r, and four small bastions are docked in the far four quadrants of the fortress to support each other. Invisible gravitational chains not only anchor the fortress itself, but also prevent illegal subspace jumps nearby.
It is precisely relying on this kind of interstellar fortress community that the Cadia garrison fleet, which is divided into a rapid response fleet, can firmly control this vast star field. After special transformation, even the Empire's active Overlord-class battlecruisers can complete daily supplies and repairs in the void docks of the main fortress.
For this reason, each fortress group is permanently stationed with at least two Overlord-class battlecruisers, three cruiser squadrons and ten escort ship squadrons, in addition to a rotating battleship and four cruiser squadrons, there are also eight Imperial Naval Aviation Wings stationed in the fortress group and four new-style army groups that have completed their equipment replacement.
This force ensured that even if they were attacked by the main force of the Chaos Alliance, they would be able to hold out until the arrival of reinforcements and the joint stranglehold. However, the main force of Chaos had only been launched a few times, and the counterattacks of the Imperial Super Battle Fleet made the Chaos Alliance, which had not had the Queen of Glory-class battleships upgraded to the Primarch to participate in the war, gradually give up this useless sacrifice.
For the 3R Interstellar Fortress Group, daily harassment by small Chaos fleets is the norm for Cadia. Raiders equipped with Chaos Light Spears with ultra-long range always want to vent their excess energy. The scarlet light spears cut through the silence of the starry sky and then rubbed out insignificant sparks on the void shields of the fortresses.
The next moment, powerful ripples of the active radar spread out from the powerful auspicious instrument arrays of the 3R interstellar fortress group and its scattered escort squadron patrol leader ships. In the broken asteroid belt and the even more tragic cemetery of starship wreckage that even had many distorted couplings caused by collisions with each other, several discordant spots of light flashed by.
Chapter 3: The Immaculate Lord and the R Sea Battle
That was the remnant of the fierce battle seven days ago.
The Immaculate Lords are a corrupted warband that worship the Dark Prince. This Chaos warband was formerly known as the Glossy Blades, a warband whose parent group is unknown. They are believed to have unshakable faith.
They have absolute confidence in their loyalty. However, due to their arrogance and naive fantasy, they put a large number of friendly forces in danger. After the war, they were widely questioned and slaughtered those troops who knew about it with crazy anger, but it is obvious that they do not have the mobility and background of the Dark Angels or the Grey Knights.
Since then, this Slaanesh warband, corrupted by human flesh, has changed its name to the Immaculate Lords and began to worship Slaanesh. This Slaanesh warband is known for its belligerence and for declaring war for strange reasons such as "You are so ugly that I can't see you". They are also one of the few Chaos warbands that have fought against the Bound Legion in the 40th Millennium.
Unlike their peers who enjoy slaughtering mortals for fun, the Immaculate Lords have a long history of fighting against well-known chapters. Not to mention the well-known Legion of the Damned, the Ultramarines, and the Blood Angels, there are also the equally well-known Space Sharks and Red Scorpions, whose main focus is war maniacs.
The flames dropped by the battle flagship renamed the Perfect Blade have burned more than a dozen worlds that were considered ugly. The curtains hanging in the most magnificent chapter hall are made of the most delicate skin of 66,666 virgins. The nerves of a great nun who refused to give in even when tortured to death were activated to connect this perfect masterpiece.
The symphony of throbbing viscera and bones reverberates in this noisy, colorful fog of addictive chemical compounds, a sea of the most indulgent and profane pleasures. The thick carpet of screaming mortal brains is soft and delicious, so that even the most ruthless Chaos Space Marines will not get angry when they accidentally fall.
All this decadent and gorgeousness was burned in the false emperor's demonic fire. Hundreds of years of accumulation, tens of thousands of sleepless nights of striving for perfection in pursuit of the slightest optimization, but it only took a round of bombardment after the void shield was shattered to destroy her. Such a glorious warband that had attacked hundreds of worlds only took half a day to destroy Cadia.
The Immaculate Lords set their sights on 3R, a group of Imperial fortresses whose main citadel had been burned down by the main force of the Allied Forces. The battleship, with the Imperial logo replaced with the emblem of Slaanesh, sailed out from the shadow of the asteroid belt, bringing a perfect judgment.
Yes, it should be so. A group of mortal soldiers without the aid of the Astartes were just fat meat on the chopping block. This kind of star fortress had been destroyed more than once in their hunting. The firepower that was said to be comparable to that of a battleship was distributed in four quadrants, and it could not shake the flawless blade's void shield, which was more solid than that of an ordinary battleship.
But why, why would a humble fortress have battleships stationed there! They had come late from the Eye of Terror and thought that the great expedition led by the two Primarchs would be a pleasant plunder, and their swords would pierce into the equines of the elders sitting in the sky of Terra, expanding to the size of being able to insert power fists.
(If you are curious about Slaanesh, you can try it. It is a bit low to put a power fist in the anus, but if it is put in the urethra, it is considered to be a master in the Slaanesh family.)
When the Agamemnon-class battleship appeared in front of them, they even thought that it was a trap set by the traitors who had once been enemies with them and the followers of the false emperor. After all, in the eyes of the fallen chapters in the 40th millennium, a battleship was often the flagship of a powerful sector-level fleet, and would never be casually filled in the garrison fleet.
In order to make sure that this was not a projection of the false emperor's blasphemous witchcraft, a trick of the witchcraft bacon paralyzed on the golden toilet, the Murder-class cruiser guarding the battleship Immaculate Blade used her iconic bow light spear to kick off the naval battle.
The Murder Cruiser is an ancient and powerful cruiser that only exists today in the Chaos Array. They were the mainstay of the Segmentum Obscurus fleet until they were replaced by the Lunar Cruiser. Almost 33 of these ships were launched between the 37rd and 500th millennia, but a large proportion of them betrayed the Imperium and joined the Chaos Rebellion.
"Void shield reaction observed!" The scarlet spear of light was swallowed by the light of the battleship's void shield, but the light it brought still illuminated the beautiful woman standing alone in the distance. It was a gorgeous and slender ship, with the eagle with wings spread out on the bow looking majestic and powerful. The brilliant golden light, set against the pure white paint, spoke of the unique glory of the solar universe.
"So beautiful, the Sunlight Fleet!" The bow of the Skyhawk is the materialized glory condensed from the ancient and noble glory, and everyone who has seen it will admire its simplicity and beauty. It is hard to imagine that this word would be used on the Imperial warships famous for their sturdiness and durability, but this is the fact.
The Chaos Lord of the Immaculate Lords was captivated by her beauty the moment he saw her. After praising her, cruel desires filled the Chaos Lord of Slaanesh's body and mind. "Destroy her, cut off the bow of the Skyhawk! I will embed this gift from God into the spine of my Immaculate Sword!"
Dazzling spears of light pierced the deep abyss from every corner of the two fleets. At this distance, the macro cannon's shooting was a bit funny. Only the nearly sub-light speed of the light spear attack could hit with the help of the auspicious instrument. "Auger matrix irradiation detected, counterattack in progress!"
"I believe you, Tarasim." Salmin put the wine glass back on the table and looked at him seriously. In major matters, Tarasim was indeed a senior, responsible and trustworthy person. But he was also a thief. The next moment, Salmin dug out a ray of red light from his remaining mouth, "Don't eat it carelessly, this thing is very important."
"Please send the schematics to the Holy Archmagos, Lord Inquisitor Trazyn. Now it's time to talk about what you want and what you can bring to me."
"I passed?" It was so simple that Trazyn didn't even feel the effort, but Salmin's expression showed him that he was serious. The next moment, the psychic spell that restricted his body's repair melted like ice and snow, which made him feel absurdly happy to be trusted.
So he asked, "Aren't you afraid of my revenge?"
Salmin smiled. His smile was very happy and natural. "This is what I mean by trust. You should take revenge, Trazyn. But it should be after the 13th Black Crusade. I believe that revenge is the most noble act of violence. Even if it is expanded and alienated into a war of anti-aggression, it is still the noblest in war."
"I believe your purpose is the same as mine, and we share a great goal. After the delusion of the warp is shattered, I encourage your revenge, because it is legitimate and just. Ten lifetimes of hatred can still be avenged."
"I dragged another innocent dynasty and its people into the war for the sake of profit. This is unjust. I bless you. Even if you smash my head with the disintegration scepter, I will still be happy for the victory of justice. However, if you vent your anger on the unarmed civilians——"
"In the name of the Emperor, I will destroy your dynasty, crush your tombs and planets, and completely eliminate your inhuman and abominable program! Carry the Emperor's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows!"
"This is an unprecedented statement. Weird human, noble human, I love you to death. Wait for the revenge of the Infinite One Trazyn. I will definitely, definitely, definitely leave the best and most conspicuous place in my great exhibition hall for you!"
"Knock knock—" Salmin knocked on the table to signal him to come back to his senses. "Trust is trust, and business is business. We haven't finished talking yet. How much support you can borrow from me depends on how much benefit you can bring to me."
What could he bring out? That was a good question. A few regiments of Astra Militarum, a few squads of Sisters of Battle, dozens of Astartes from various eras, two Death Watch kill squads? All good, but not enough for the Salmin sitting in front of him. And if it was that...
There are many valuable treasures buried under the territorial changes of the Necrons for tens of millions of years. How could an important ancient fortress like Cadia not have heavyweight weapons left by the Necrons? "There is an ancient Sitan tomb in the planet you call Prosan."
"One fragment of the Burning One is imprisoned here to provide the energy needed for the super-giant Exorcist Matrix on Cadia, while the other is on the throne world of the Temerin Dynasty. If the second fragment of the Star God can be obtained, a fully functional Exorcist Matrix will truly be able to repel the interference of the Warp, rather than resisting it as it does now."
"What I need is just a chapter-sized Astartes force and the Astra Militarum, including at least three tank regiments. I will take care of the fleet myself in the dormant anchorage of Chloris. Imperial warships cannot raid the core world of the Necrons." Trazyn was unwilling to withdraw the fleet from Cadia, which would affect the truly important battle situation.
Since Salmin saw him as a collaborator rather than a redeemed prisoner, he was more willing to prove Trazyn's ability to this rare human friend who trusted him, without any extra help, and to accurately remove the lesion in the manner of a lord inquisitor. A sudden landing would shatter the center of this sleeping dynasty.
Chapter 158: Casting the Immortal
It was not until Trazyn reconstructed a new body and, under the watchful eyes of the Imperial fleet, pulled out of thin air a fleet of green Necrons from the low-Earth orbit of Chloris, an important mining and energy world opposite Cadia, that the Archsage emerged from Trazyn's data packet.
"How about it."
"Shit! I can hardly understand it, but luckily it's not a machine translation, otherwise there wouldn't even be the word 'almost' in it. This alien's technology is too obscure and difficult to understand, and it's also extremely incoherent and lacks explanation." Colston paused for a moment, thinking of the technology that the oil man had unearthed. "This is like the technology that another group of people gave to the Necrons, it's transcendent and incomprehensible."
Soon he confirmed his guess, it was exactly the same. This kind of black box technology is very familiar to the oil man. Ding Zhen, the artificial eye, was identified as a coin. It was either picked up from an older grave, or taught by an immortal like the emperor. "For this kind of technology that has been passed down for who knows how many times, don't even think about learning it with a set of blueprints, just learn how to use it."
"Will it work?" Salmin, who only has a degree from Earth University, couldn't understand such purely theoretical stuff. He could only ask like an innocent college student who chased his instructor to ask how to fill out a form.
“It can be operated, with a success rate of over 84%.”
But since Cawl had derived the preliminary algorithm, Salmin had a place to use his skills. Although he didn't have the Imperial Mechanicus education and couldn't understand the blueprints, he had high computing power. The difference between advanced computers was geometric times, just like Skynet couldn't calculate more than one 4090. The difference between Cawl and him, the flagship of the Emperor, was at least several dozen times.
This is enough computing power to keep up with the battles of Khorne and the calculations of Tzeentch's chief daemon. It would only take a buzzing for Cawl to mine the mines of eternity. It was only a ding sound as the new data packet was transmitted back to Cawl's external skull. "Optimization completed, the success rate is now ."
After that, Kaul went back and thought about it for two days but still couldn't figure it out, "No, am I the Holy Great Sage, or is he the Holy Great Sage?"
But that's a story for later. Now, after sending Kaul away, Salmin had more important things to do, such as waking up Qirsaji who was secretly sleeping on him. "How can you sleep at your age? Are you going to sleep after you've finished screwing in today's screws?"
In his hands were the Forge General of the Cadia Forge World, the Mechanicus Ohm Messiah Super Titan, and the White Eagle's aviation battleship, Chirsagi. The decisive battle plan ship girl with a unique cold charm was, of course, the most important arsenal in the Cadia war zone.
Flowing out of the unmanned magnificent furnace is Cadia's precious lifeline. The star in front of her is the fire and raw material in the hands of this super casting ark named after the incarnation of the God of All Machines. Every second, hundreds of thousands of tons of plasma raw materials are swallowed into her chest and abdomen, and heavy nuclei are fused, smelted, and calcined.
From the refined promethium that starships rely on to survive, to the super-heavy macro-cannon ammunition the size of a Titan, to the thousands of square meters of adamantine armor plates and finely crafted gun barrels that need to be replaced, everything the Imperial fleet needs for maintenance and war flows continuously from one side of the star to the other. Kil'shaji is the source of his confidence in his battle with Mortarion, who is blessed by the gods.
Not only the fleet-related parts, the Forge of Om Messiah has everything from the Void Armor of the Solar Auxiliary Army to the Mark IV Power Armor of the Astartes, all types of main battle tanks and super-heavy tanks of the Auxiliary Army and the Astartes Legion, and even the foundry workshops and boarding corridors of the War Dog and Predator class Titans.
This is not just an unrivaled super-Titan. Compared with super command flagships such as the Emperor's Dream, she is also the ultimate military-industrial complex designed to consume and replenish a legion-level main fleet and its mortal auxiliary forces in the Great Crusade. She is an absolute strategic fulcrum and heavy industrial core.
In the face of war, even my wife would give me a hard time for such a top-notch bull. Doesn't he know whether the ship girl needs to rest as a daily 007? Every hour of rest means millions of tons of material losses in the Cadia theater. For the Empire, where human lives are not worth money, it is equivalent to destroying dozens of elite armies!
He didn't have so many Astra Militarum soldiers abandoned as pawns when he put them in Volgatok to delay Mortarion's attack so that he could steal Magnus's ass.
For the Cadians, who are all soldiers and have undergone rigorous military training and years of war, as long as they have equipment, they can grow elite troops from the ground. The military reforms he formulated were not fully implemented until now when Kil'shaj took office. It is no longer a three-piece set of Hell Lance, Hydra, and Leman Russ.
The Cadian Hellgun, which was semi-automatic and bound to a bulky battery backpack, was replaced with a lighter, longer-range, effective Kalibrough V-1 laser rifle. This ancient auxiliary army laser rifle is more suitable for mortals to fight against the corrupted wearing power armor. The improvement brought by being lighter and farther is not a small one.
Stormblade super-heavy tanks equipped with volcanic cannons or the smaller and more fragile Shadowblade tank destroyers were issued to brigade-level combat units to fight against the great daemons or more common Chaos Titans they would encounter on the battlefield.
On the more frontline fortress worlds, such as Kaleisus, Sun Makayathus, or the Kaserpatox and Horn fortresses on the Cadia front, the Storm Lord super-heavy tanks, which focus more on anti-infantry, especially high-quality infantry units, have almost replaced the role of the Leman Russ on the front battlefield.
The Vulcan heavy bolter battery's twin five-barreled heavy bolters spew out countless high-explosive ammunition like a large pile of artillery shells, which can turn an infantry unit into a red blood mist in an instant, no matter whether the one standing in front of her is an Astartes wearing Terminator armor or a Khorne demon who is known to be immune to long-range attacks.
Of course, groups of Storm Lord super-heavy tanks are the simplest and most effective tactic for a modern mechanized infantry brigade. The space originally used by the Storm Lord to power the volcanic cannon is now an equal-sized personnel carrier, which gives the Storm Lord the ability to carry forty fully armed Kashejin elites or simply two teams of canned goods to the front line of the battlefield.
The Army Aviation Valkyrie gunships directly under the military will tear the initial gap for their charge, and then the two squadrons of Storm Lords will serve as the spearhead of the Armored Iron Fist forces, using the firepower and armor of super-heavy tanks to open a breakthrough in the enemy's line. The infantry on board will then get off the vehicle to further expand the results of the battle and create opportunities for subsequent troops to completely penetrate the enemy's line.
For the demons and scattered Chaos Astartes on the front lines, this change was obvious - flesh and blood were gradually being completely covered by steel. The Hell Dragons that dared to dive and attack at the beginning were now gone, and one super-heavy tank after another exhausted their last bit of energy.
No matter how strong the power armor is, it can't beat the chariot, let alone the super-heavy tanks whose armor plates are thicker than the explosive bombs in their hands. The mortals hiding behind them can even turn around and slaughter these poor bastards who don't even have the means to penetrate them. Two squadrons of super-heavy tanks can easily turn rows of them into indescribable blood and flesh foam like harvesting crops.
The nimble demons who managed to escape the wrath of the Storm Lord's twin five-barrel heavy bolters would soon be killed by the twin heavy bolters or twin heavy flamethrowers on the front and sides of the vehicle. Those enemies who were not killed by the bolts and flames might face an even worse fate - the adamantium tracks of the super-heavy tank.
At this moment when neither side used Titans, the suppression of a large number of heavy vehicles on the rare and crude demon engines was absolute. And for Mortarion, who still had detailed intelligence about the Alpha Legion a few years ago, the cowardice of Salmin was clearly revealed. With all your forces tied up, how can you resist my real big plan?
Chapter 159 Mortarion's Grand Plan
Mortarion has big plans.
He thought that he was different from Magnus, who had lost his courage after a defeat. Although it was correct to attribute the weakness of the Chaos Alliance to the poor quality of the fleet, it did not mean that they had to escape. In fact, this time was just like the siege that year. If they wanted to win, they still had to fight a traditional frontal battle with the main force of the fleet.
Magnus was so frightened that he dared only to play those false sorcery behind his back. This cowardly behavior even made him feel angry and ashamed! The interference with the subspace rift in the Cadia system was becoming more and more obvious. Statistics and numbers would not lie. His stupid brother was still dreaming of waiting for a few more months and starting an uprising at the 999th moment of 999 years?
Damn it, Nurgle demons eat shit while it's still hot, but that damn red one-eyed Ogryn doesn't understand! The help from the warp will become increasingly scarce, and they must seize victory and honor with repeated attacks before the last bit of the Cadia system is used up, rather than hoping to end everything with a powerful sorcery.
He had never seen Huki, but he understood tactics and birdmen. Huki, the eternally chosen one of Tzeentch in Magnus's words, was definitely not a fool, so why didn't he continue to attack when he had the upper hand? This group of fortresses, with a city every five steps and a pavilion every ten steps, each taking advantage of the terrain and fighting against each other, was more like his other brother, or the Rock.
The Tzeentch Everchosen, who were definitely not stupid, clearly had a better choice, so why would they concentrate their superior forces on another point that they couldn't even reach? It was so familiar. Mortarion grabbed the cold projection of Cadia in the sandbox in his hand, and the cold spiritual energy corroded two words on it, "Palace".
Imperial Palace
If we use the Imperial Palace in the Siege of Terra as a benchmark for Cadia in the Thirteenth Black Crusade, then Huki's actions can be explained clearly, just like Rogal Dorn used those seemingly important but actually worthless spaces in front of the Imperial Palace in exchange for battle damage and precious time during the Siege of Terra.
The first star chain deployed by Huki includes Kaleisus, Sun Makayathus, or the second star chain of Casperatox-Horn Fortress-Makalia that they have not yet seen, as well as the thirty-five space fortresses densely distributed between them. More than 50,000 Astartes, nearly 10 billion elite troops, and even tens of thousands of warships are just disposable barriers!
All he wanted was victory, and the easiest way to do that was to destroy Cadia. No need to occupy it, just tear up the void shield and turn the entire planet into interstellar dust! But he had to stay calm, because the defeat in the siege of Terra taught him one thing - the more stubbornly the enemy defended one place, the more likely they would have a trump card that would make the final decision.
The drifting Emperor's Dream was not just Magnus's nightmare. He woke up from the psychic illusion more than once, before the faceless golden giant roared and cut off his head. That was the vehicle of his traitorous father, returning from destruction; his father, the corrupt Emperor who should have been sitting on the Golden Throne and being tortured... Where was he?
He is not the father-loving Horus who was filled with the power of the Four Gods and turned into a cream puff. Horus's Worldbreaker can easily tear the Archangel's beautiful face apart and beat him into minced meat alive. His power is so strong that he can tear apart the gorgeous wings that have captured the Emperor's attention with bare hands.
But he couldn't. The power he had acquired was not enough to slaughter his brothers and despise his father, and he had never thought of doing so.
It was a laborious task to forcefully tear open a small warp rift and jump directly to Cadia across the Mandeville Point. Even with the help of the Thousand Sons and the benevolent father Nurgle, it was only enough for a battleship formation. And he was not completely sure that he could win by boarding with a mere battleship formation with the advantage of the Primarch and the defense.
In fact, if Mortarion really rushed forward, then Thalmin would be ecstatic. You know, even if Thalmin has led part of the fleet to support the front, Cadia also has the Iris Battle Fleet with the Amphion-class Queen of Glory as its flagship stationed there. If a battleship wants to survive to the range of the boarding... I can't say.
For the sake of his precious life, Mortarion threw the overly radical island-hopping tactic into the waste paper pile. For Mortarion, what he needed now was a group of cheap but powerful large battleships. Since the plan to bypass the Ardennes Forest failed, he would just smash it and break through the damn Maginot Line!
With the full help of his new, loyal ally.
"Vashtor..."
His new friend, a demon demigod from the Warp, a lesser god moving towards the Chaos Undivided Realm, and of course, more importantly, he is also the master of all soul furnaces.
Of course, no matter how transcendent his status as an arms dealer in the Warp was, he was ultimately a lesser god without faction inclination. He was nothing compared to the ascended Chaos Primarch who commanded the Astartes Legion, the leader of the Four Gods, and the genuine dog warlord.
What really surprised Mortarion was the assistance provided to the Chaos Alliance by this arms dealer who had joined the 13th Black Crusade in a rage for some unknown reason, regardless of the losses. A total of 27 super-large composite space hulks known as the Omen Ark had many flaws, but they were perfect as high-level filler forces.
What? The demons and corrupted machine spirits wandering in the Ominous Ark will corrupt and slaughter the crew zealously? What a joke. Where did the human crew come from? Injected with Nurgle's divine power to corrupt and then filled with free demons. Well, a demonized Ominous Ark with online combat power and proficiency in melee boarding and biting has been transformed.
The vertical length of these ships is a little different from that of the Queen of Glory, but the horizontal length is far greater than that of the bloated Nurgle warships, or the twisted creations stitched together by lumps of flesh and blood, rusted steel or broken rocks. The actual combat power is definitely higher than that of regular battleships. Who doesn't love free cannon fodder?
Mortarion could even turn a blind eye to Vashtor's true purpose. After all, the psychic prophecies related to the Warp had long been invalid. They were all poor people whose plans were disrupted by the rising Empire. Unless they won the Thirteenth Black Crusade, no one would care what their original plan that had already failed was.
As long as Vashtor is willing to continue to join this difficult hunt with his large number of demon engines, the heavy weapons platforms they desperately need, and more ominous arks, he is a friend.
Chapter 160: Nurgle's Ominous Ark
The arrival of a group of reinforcements is always exciting, especially a group of giants that have reached the physical level of thousands of miles of ships and flags covering the sky. These terrifying demon arks, which are hideous and disgusting, cover the planet in groups and can even defeat the will of mortals in an instant.
The Ominous Ark, which was infected back and forth by the power of Nurgle until the new unified will suppressed the countless loyal or corrupted machine souls mixed within it, now looks like the plague fleet of the past, covered with disgusting yellow-green mucus and tumor lumps. The shadow cast from the sky alone can bring corrosive acid rain to the land below for years.
The good news is that the chaotic weapon platforms from various types of warships that were originally twisted into a 360-degree firing range are now grown on thick tentacles. As the sticky tubular things called tentacle writing intestines, which no one knows what they are, stretch or coil, at least the Omen Ark has regular side guns and spine turrets that can fire in unison.
Although the anti-aircraft firepower was scarce and only higher than that of the escort ships, no one would want to board a demonized warship of Nurgle, which was even more outrageous than boarding a demonized warship of Slaanesh. The barrier of hundreds of billions of corrupted flies evoked from the subspace layer wrapped around the Ark of Omen was enough to intercept most of the empire's naval forces.
After the modification, the Nurgle Ark of Doom has been enhanced in all aspects, whether in health, defense or artillery battle, even the close combat bite has been improved due to the addition of tentacles and classic round mouthparts. The only problem is that it can no longer accommodate people, even Chaos Astartes cannot sit on it.
Fortunately, the Chaos Alliance lacks everything except Nurgle demons. If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will do it. A total of 27 Nurgle demons led their demon armies to fill up these ominous arks under the will of the great father. The internal environment of these arks is like returning to the quagmire of Nurgle's garden.
These were twenty-seven large, reinforced demon battleships. Even with the Cadia fleet before the inexplicable reinforcements, the second largest fleet of the human empire would gradually collapse after a short resistance. But now, damn now, only twenty-seven ominous arks were not enough to break through the layers of Cadia's chains.
Let alone defeating the Cadia fleet, it is questionable whether the entire army can break through the first star chain. Without the cover of a large escort fleet, this kind of large melee meat shield will only be pressed into the center of the battlefield by the vortex caused by the nova cannon and become a sitting target. Without major long-range weapons, they cannot even launch an effective counterattack.
But from another perspective, isn't this cheap large capital ship the best target? It can withstand a large amount of concentrated firepower and has a natural resistance to damage. And its biggest advantage is that it is cheap. The main body is made of space wrecks, plus the equally free power of Nurgle, and it is forged in the chaotic time of the warp.
If he used the two large companies of the Thousand Sons Legion that he had temporarily borrowed here, theoretically it would only take two weeks in the physical universe for the next batch of Ominous Arks to give a tiny Warp shock to the ridiculous followers of that false god who could not provide any power at all.
The world has never seen such a convenient and fast replenishment speed for capital ships. In just two weeks, the shipyards of the False Emperor may not even have finished the so-called hymns of the Mechanicus, let alone the warships. This is the power of our kind father Nurgle, so great and powerful. Do you, the followers of the False Emperor, have such power?
It would take decades to replenish each battleship-level capital ship. According to the top-secret intelligence provided by the Alpha Legion and the recent statistics on the battle ratio between the two sides, if the goal is only to penetrate the first and second star chains instead of occupying the fortress worlds along the way, the troops he has will reach a reversal level within two weeks.
In fact, if the Alpha Legion was really prepared to join this inevitable victory as they said, then the price of victory would be even lower. They would pry open the solid yet fragile shells of those who disrespected the true God, and then tear apart their cherished planets amid their desperate curses, and completely destroy the unfallen Cadia with the main guns of the Black Stone Fortress!
Wait and hope.
------------------
Cadia First Starlink
In Cadia, the sector of the Empire closest to the Eye of Terror, the dark universe also strangely tends to be more of an abnormal hue mixed with dazzling purple, black and red. It is a color projected by the great rift in the warp that does not belong to the physical universe.
In this star field that should have been empty, a magnificent fortress with a cast iron background dotted with exquisite azure and gold stood there. Perhaps decades later, after the war, people would give it a nice name that combined the history of that period of gunpowder, but for now, it was called the 3R Interstellar Fortress Group.
The Ramirez-class star fortress, with a battleship-level diameter of more than ten kilometers, serves as the main fortress of 3r, and four small bastions are docked in the far four quadrants of the fortress to support each other. Invisible gravitational chains not only anchor the fortress itself, but also prevent illegal subspace jumps nearby.
It is precisely relying on this kind of interstellar fortress community that the Cadia garrison fleet, which is divided into a rapid response fleet, can firmly control this vast star field. After special transformation, even the Empire's active Overlord-class battlecruisers can complete daily supplies and repairs in the void docks of the main fortress.
For this reason, each fortress group is permanently stationed with at least two Overlord-class battlecruisers, three cruiser squadrons and ten escort ship squadrons, in addition to a rotating battleship and four cruiser squadrons, there are also eight Imperial Naval Aviation Wings stationed in the fortress group and four new-style army groups that have completed their equipment replacement.
This force ensured that even if they were attacked by the main force of the Chaos Alliance, they would be able to hold out until the arrival of reinforcements and the joint stranglehold. However, the main force of Chaos had only been launched a few times, and the counterattacks of the Imperial Super Battle Fleet made the Chaos Alliance, which had not had the Queen of Glory-class battleships upgraded to the Primarch to participate in the war, gradually give up this useless sacrifice.
For the 3R Interstellar Fortress Group, daily harassment by small Chaos fleets is the norm for Cadia. Raiders equipped with Chaos Light Spears with ultra-long range always want to vent their excess energy. The scarlet light spears cut through the silence of the starry sky and then rubbed out insignificant sparks on the void shields of the fortresses.
The next moment, powerful ripples of the active radar spread out from the powerful auspicious instrument arrays of the 3R interstellar fortress group and its scattered escort squadron patrol leader ships. In the broken asteroid belt and the even more tragic cemetery of starship wreckage that even had many distorted couplings caused by collisions with each other, several discordant spots of light flashed by.
Chapter 3: The Immaculate Lord and the R Sea Battle
That was the remnant of the fierce battle seven days ago.
The Immaculate Lords are a corrupted warband that worship the Dark Prince. This Chaos warband was formerly known as the Glossy Blades, a warband whose parent group is unknown. They are believed to have unshakable faith.
They have absolute confidence in their loyalty. However, due to their arrogance and naive fantasy, they put a large number of friendly forces in danger. After the war, they were widely questioned and slaughtered those troops who knew about it with crazy anger, but it is obvious that they do not have the mobility and background of the Dark Angels or the Grey Knights.
Since then, this Slaanesh warband, corrupted by human flesh, has changed its name to the Immaculate Lords and began to worship Slaanesh. This Slaanesh warband is known for its belligerence and for declaring war for strange reasons such as "You are so ugly that I can't see you". They are also one of the few Chaos warbands that have fought against the Bound Legion in the 40th Millennium.
Unlike their peers who enjoy slaughtering mortals for fun, the Immaculate Lords have a long history of fighting against well-known chapters. Not to mention the well-known Legion of the Damned, the Ultramarines, and the Blood Angels, there are also the equally well-known Space Sharks and Red Scorpions, whose main focus is war maniacs.
The flames dropped by the battle flagship renamed the Perfect Blade have burned more than a dozen worlds that were considered ugly. The curtains hanging in the most magnificent chapter hall are made of the most delicate skin of 66,666 virgins. The nerves of a great nun who refused to give in even when tortured to death were activated to connect this perfect masterpiece.
The symphony of throbbing viscera and bones reverberates in this noisy, colorful fog of addictive chemical compounds, a sea of the most indulgent and profane pleasures. The thick carpet of screaming mortal brains is soft and delicious, so that even the most ruthless Chaos Space Marines will not get angry when they accidentally fall.
All this decadent and gorgeousness was burned in the false emperor's demonic fire. Hundreds of years of accumulation, tens of thousands of sleepless nights of striving for perfection in pursuit of the slightest optimization, but it only took a round of bombardment after the void shield was shattered to destroy her. Such a glorious warband that had attacked hundreds of worlds only took half a day to destroy Cadia.
The Immaculate Lords set their sights on 3R, a group of Imperial fortresses whose main citadel had been burned down by the main force of the Allied Forces. The battleship, with the Imperial logo replaced with the emblem of Slaanesh, sailed out from the shadow of the asteroid belt, bringing a perfect judgment.
Yes, it should be so. A group of mortal soldiers without the aid of the Astartes were just fat meat on the chopping block. This kind of star fortress had been destroyed more than once in their hunting. The firepower that was said to be comparable to that of a battleship was distributed in four quadrants, and it could not shake the flawless blade's void shield, which was more solid than that of an ordinary battleship.
But why, why would a humble fortress have battleships stationed there! They had come late from the Eye of Terror and thought that the great expedition led by the two Primarchs would be a pleasant plunder, and their swords would pierce into the equines of the elders sitting in the sky of Terra, expanding to the size of being able to insert power fists.
(If you are curious about Slaanesh, you can try it. It is a bit low to put a power fist in the anus, but if it is put in the urethra, it is considered to be a master in the Slaanesh family.)
When the Agamemnon-class battleship appeared in front of them, they even thought that it was a trap set by the traitors who had once been enemies with them and the followers of the false emperor. After all, in the eyes of the fallen chapters in the 40th millennium, a battleship was often the flagship of a powerful sector-level fleet, and would never be casually filled in the garrison fleet.
In order to make sure that this was not a projection of the false emperor's blasphemous witchcraft, a trick of the witchcraft bacon paralyzed on the golden toilet, the Murder-class cruiser guarding the battleship Immaculate Blade used her iconic bow light spear to kick off the naval battle.
The Murder Cruiser is an ancient and powerful cruiser that only exists today in the Chaos Array. They were the mainstay of the Segmentum Obscurus fleet until they were replaced by the Lunar Cruiser. Almost 33 of these ships were launched between the 37rd and 500th millennia, but a large proportion of them betrayed the Imperium and joined the Chaos Rebellion.
"Void shield reaction observed!" The scarlet spear of light was swallowed by the light of the battleship's void shield, but the light it brought still illuminated the beautiful woman standing alone in the distance. It was a gorgeous and slender ship, with the eagle with wings spread out on the bow looking majestic and powerful. The brilliant golden light, set against the pure white paint, spoke of the unique glory of the solar universe.
"So beautiful, the Sunlight Fleet!" The bow of the Skyhawk is the materialized glory condensed from the ancient and noble glory, and everyone who has seen it will admire its simplicity and beauty. It is hard to imagine that this word would be used on the Imperial warships famous for their sturdiness and durability, but this is the fact.
The Chaos Lord of the Immaculate Lords was captivated by her beauty the moment he saw her. After praising her, cruel desires filled the Chaos Lord of Slaanesh's body and mind. "Destroy her, cut off the bow of the Skyhawk! I will embed this gift from God into the spine of my Immaculate Sword!"
Dazzling spears of light pierced the deep abyss from every corner of the two fleets. At this distance, the macro cannon's shooting was a bit funny. Only the nearly sub-light speed of the light spear attack could hit with the help of the auspicious instrument. "Auger matrix irradiation detected, counterattack in progress!"
