In order to allow the macro cannon array that can really tear apart the thick void shield shell quickly to join this high-speed surrounding fire, electronic confrontation is also an invisible battlefield between the Empire and Chaos. Countless encapsulated waste code viruses and killing codes are intertwined in the thinking space of the Thinker array.
The shrill alarms of the Auger Matrix irradiation resounded back and forth on the decks of the Imperial warships and the Chaos Demonized warships. Both sides tried their best to use the broadside main guns to approach the enemy while maintaining high speed to avoid being locked by the main guns. The thick light spears kept hitting the ripples of the void shield but could not penetrate. Both sides were waiting for the distance close enough to hit directly.
"The distance to the opposite direction is 4000 kilometers!" In the dark but gorgeous star field, two magnificent warships that were also in the dead silence were suddenly lit up by brilliant lights at the same time. The shining lights used the same ancient signal that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years to convey the same order, "Lock on, fire broadside, three rounds rapidly!"
Under the brilliant light of the spears, groups of fierce and dazzling flames suddenly burst out - they were not flames, but coolant heated to an ionized state as a medium that was directly discharged into the cold universe, causing waves. "All units, report damage!"
Chapter 162: The Immaculate Lord and Boarding
Violent shock waves echoed on the void shield of the Agamemnon battleship. The bombardment guns of the Astartes battleship flagship have always had a shield-breaking effect that exceeds that of ordinary battleships. After all, they specialize in this. Whether it is issuing judgments on rebellious planets or overloading the void shields of starships to transmit strikes, the light suddenly lit up at the beginning of the war.
But even if the shock was several times stronger, it would not be enough to shake the hearts of the Imperial Navy. The noble Navy has been an extension of national sovereignty since its birth. They are a hundred or even a thousand times more glorious than the Army! In the solemn hymns of the starship choir, the voice of the Vice Admiral Captain was even more solemn.
"All units, report damage!"
[The ship's spine was hit by a bullet, and the heat sink was damaged by ]
[One hit on the bow, but failed to penetrate our ship's armor]
The void shield was partially overloaded, and two macro cannons hit, but no substantial damage was caused. "Reduce the output of the main engine, turn on the port-side deceleration rocket, right rudder 20, slow down and cut inward!" He wanted to maintain a unilateral ricochet angle with the bombardment turret of the other battleship flagship as much as possible under the maximum angle allowed for the broadside macro cannon array salvo.
Why was it one-sided? Agamemnon was not attacking the hull of the Immaculate Sword, but the specially-installed void shield covering it. The vice admiral was a high-ranking officer who had received wartime training against the fallen Astartes fleet. The specially-installed void shield, which was designed to resist attacks, was not something that his Agamemnon-class battleships could take down in a few rounds.
What he should do is to protect himself and prolong the combat time to give full play to the firepower advantage of the Imperial warships. "Stop the pre-charging of the subspace engine, connect the temporary capacitor, and transfer the reactor output to the void shield! The starboard anti-aircraft gun group is on full alert, and the Imperial Navy takes off to seize air superiority!"
The four Furious Interceptor Squadrons deployed in the 3R Fortress were already hovering at the edge of the battlefield, but without a highly integrated anti-aircraft barrage, there was no such thing as immunity to friendly fire, and it didn't matter whether the fighters passing through the barrage's path were friend or foe. Before the lieutenant general gave actual orders, OB at the edge was their only option.
As accurate orders were delivered under the dual calibration of lights and communications, a safe passage was separated from the layers of bullets drawn by tracer bullets, and the Hell Dragons or the more common Hell Blades welcomed their true opponents. In the field of air defense, no matter how strong the ground's anti-aircraft firepower is, it cannot compare to the confrontation between fighters.
At the very least, no matter how stubborn an Astartes boarding craft was, it would not choose to pass through a group of interceptor formations that were engaged in a firefight. Wrapped in the steel of the boarding craft, the Astartes were no match for mortals piloting Fury interceptors over fifty meters long. With just a short burst of fire, an Astartes squadron would be turned into cold dust in the universe.
The war engine made of steel will shorten the gap between mortals and the angels of death. Mr. Krabs, who had been tortured by the Tallarns, can give a positive answer to this. When the decisive boarding was temporarily contained, the only hope for the Immaculate Lords warband was that the destructive bombardment could penetrate the void shield of the Imperial warship as soon as possible.
But the madness engraved in their bones is not just satisfied with this, "Full left rudder, forward four, maximum speed!" They are certainly not radical enough to compete with the Imperial Navy battleships equipped with power rams the size of escort ships. For the Astartes battleship flagship, the torpedo is more than just a destructive hammer loaded with plasma.
"Wake up Brother Desmaine, we need the help of the elders." A mysterious psychic wave vibrated as the Chaos Lord raised his sword. It was an order that every Chaos warrior of Slaanesh who had abandoned the ugly constraints of the flesh in order to move towards greater perfection could grasp. "First Company, prepare to board the ship!"
In fact, the Empire just didn't have AI, not missiles. In the complex and ever-changing interstellar battlefield, there was often only one common precision-guided weapon, the boarding torpedo. Especially when a boarding torpedo fully loaded with Astartes deployed at least two battle squadrons of Astartes in the rain of fire opened by the hot melt at a speed more than three times that of ordinary fighters.
It would be a massacre.
The Astartes of the two battle squads would be invincible in the narrow hull lacking heavy weapons. Unless they were destroyed outside, these torpedoes were usually described as more than 200 feet, or meters long, of ceramsite steel cylinders. As long as they were not directly hit by the ship's heavy guns, the short-term anti-aircraft firepower and the concentrated fire of fighter planes would not cause substantial damage to them.
As for the ship-borne heavy artillery used to bombard mountain-like starships and immortal eternal void shields? Even a Warlord-class Titan has to succumb to this true destructive force. If a torpedo is hit directly, it can only be considered bad luck. Just accept death calmly.
"The boarding torpedoes have been replaced, and the launch system has been switched to cold launch. Locking onto the enemy ship." The Auger Matrix, which was overloaded with maximum power, was cutting through layers of garbled code amid the roar of the Fallen Machine Soul, trying its best to frame the exquisite platinum bridge of the Agamemnon-class battleship in the center of the crosshairs.
The heavy but short and powerful footsteps of the Space Marines formed a curtain of rain. Even the Slaanesh warbands who had fallen to the extreme, with the help of irritating chemicals, their bodies could still recall the discipline and oath that were forged into them when they were named the Emperor's Angel of Death.
The company of Chaos Space Marines stood at the front of the battle barge, and the scene was the same as it was back then. Two thousand years ago, the First Company of the Immaculate Lords, known for their strict discipline and high moral character, stood here, facing the Imperial world desecrated by Chaos demons, and brought down the Holy Flame of the Lord of Mankind in the name of the Emperor!
The power armor polished by mortals is embellished with emblems of honor and sacrifice, and the gorgeous ribbons of the mark of purity are interwoven around their waists, silently telling any witness of their loyalty and achievements. They are the guardians of the last glory of mankind that has died, the Emperor's angels of death!
"Tick-tick--" Drops of turbid compound drug condensate dripped from the dirt accumulated in the breathing tube and onto the human female breasts hanging around his waist. That was the leftover food from yesterday, which he casually hung to dry around his waist. Under the meat drying rope stained with solidified grease and blood, a corner of the gorgeous ribbon woven with platinum silk thread could be vaguely seen.
"For the Dark Prince!" Tear apart the hypocritical Corpse Queen and her ignorant believers. The so-called loyalty is not worth mentioning. The beauty given to them by the great true god Slaanesh is the supreme enjoyment!
Chapter 163: Evil Thoughts to the Extreme
Thought begets Heresy; Heresy begets Retribution.
The Vice Admiral ignored the bloated and blasphemous bow of the Chaos battle barge pointing towards the platinum-colored noble bridge of the Sea Eagle. Having faced Chaos Astartes several times on the fields of Cadia, he hated all traitors, especially those lowest and filthiest beasts who swore to be loyal to the blood of the Son of God under the sacred banner of the Emperor but shamefully betrayed him!
Traitors should be given only death! And he had experienced despair - it was difficult for mortals to annihilate a group of Astartes, even for Chaos Space Marines who had already fallen and lost their minds.
From the perspective of speed, attack and defense, the Astartes was objectively equivalent to an armored vehicle. To destroy a Leman Russ main battle tank on the front battlefield required the right time, place and people, but to fight against the Angel of Death in a cabin and corridor lacking heavy weapons was really seeking death.
A force mainly armed with light weapons is completely unable to penetrate the shoulder armor of the Astartes, and it will be a one-sided massacre. Remember, compared to using multi-tube lasers or ship-attack shotgun shells to polish power armor, a dangerous but real plasma is the right choice. In front of plasma with hundreds of thousands of degrees, the boundary between angels and mortals is not obvious.
The new Marines were equipped with Hell Guns, Carapace Armor, and were equipped with Plasma Cannons and Light Sword Squads, which enabled them to at least inflict an unsightly but sufficient loss on the Fallen. However, as a fleet commander, the Vice Admiral could not and should not rely entirely on the safety of the flagship in the interdiction battle inside the ship.
What truly bridges the gap between ordinary people and angels is steel. Yes, how can a well-trained body compare to steel that has been tempered a thousand times? "Turn on engine overload, forced ventilation!"
Praise the God of All Things, ring the bell once!
Push the lever, start the piston and pump! Ring the bell twice! Amid the roar of gears and hinges, the blood of Om Messiah was pumped out by the overloaded reactor, the tail flames were flowing, and the sacred mountains made of adamantium and ceramite stopped retreating with a roar.
The lever on the dashboard that represents the speed gear is stepping forward crisply and firmly. Every rotation and engagement of the tiny gear is driven by this great warship itself! The keel made of pure gold swallowed up the recoil that could tear apart the continent. Only the vibration that spread throughout the starship, the technical adjutant's report, and the most perfect click of the machinery blended together.
“这里是阿伽门农级战列舰海鹰号，正在加速——FULL——STOP——1/4（前进一）——1/2（前进二）——3/4（前进三）——”副官无机质的声音通报着这艘十千米长，排水量近十亿吨的阿伽门农级战列舰最直观的姿态。
The power ram is pre-charged, the turbine is ignited, and life is injected! Praise the God of All Machines, ring the bell three times! The vibration of the giant ship has reached the point where anyone can feel it. The bow of the Sky Eagle is raised high, and the foreshadowing of the previous slowdown and cutting in is completely revealed at this moment - "Sea Eagle, forward four! Hit it!"
The core of the main fleet, the Human Empire battleship, which was crowned as the dreadnought that roamed the starry sea, was made of precious minerals mined from the cores of thousands of planets and was melted through an entire large-scale forging world or a star-field-level large-scale dock. It was a national treasure whose value could not be measured by numbers. It was thus luxuriously placed on the scales of fate.
This will be a stage of unpredictable fate! Because what was dragged to the other side by the madness of mortals is also the pinnacle of human shipbuilding industry, the Astartes battle barge. The hull covered by blasphemous runes and decorations is also made of adamantium as the skeleton, and hidden under the turbid and dazzling light band is the Wall of Sighs made of more than ten meters thick ceramic steel and concrete.
The two flagships facing each other made it impossible for the Slaanesh battle barge to escape - let alone retreat, even a slight turn would lead to irreversible destruction. The circular escort fleet vacated a large area of star field, but in this corner of the universe lit up by the spears of light and the explosion, it was an invisible arena and a narrow road!
At the center of the battlefield, the main guns that were supposed to be spewing destructive force fell silent, all lights were off, and no more orders were needed. The ram flag was flying, and every bit of energy was squeezed out of the overloaded reactor, gathering into the power ram and the greedy food for the engine.
What is extremely counterintuitive is that the Astartes battle barges, which are specialized in close combat, do not have powered rams. Not all of them are even equipped with front torpedo tubes. In real close combat between battleships and battleship bodies, the battleships of the Imperial Navy have more advantages. This will be their quickest and most reliable gamble to victory!
From the bombardment turrets on the spine, the standard macro cannon arrays, to the heavy macro cannon arrays on the sides, all of them gritted their teeth. The speed and mass of the battleship itself were the most terrifying weapons. Between two battleships charging towards each other, the surging gravitational tide alone was enough to shatter all mortal fantasies, not to mention the collapse when they actually collided.
The boarding torpedoes that had been so arrogant before were now fleeing away in panic. It was obvious that the Chaos Astartes still belonged to the mortal level. When they were captured by the gravity that was hundreds of thousands times greater than that which was enough to crush countless Super Saiyans, they would not be squeezed into a particle just because their flesh was wrapped in a layer of brittle shell.
Hahahaha, run away, run away! Isn't it because of the brilliance of mortals that they flee, abandoning all the so-called glory and trampling it under their feet? Isn't that what they had forgotten when they betrayed their oath two thousand years ago, cannibalism, sacrifice, implantation of alien organs...
All that was left of their former glory was nothingness, a void completely devoured by excessive and ever-increasing desires. This was the retribution for their greed for pleasure in the realm of Slaanesh, and they were no longer themselves.
In the end, the Firestorm-class frigate that had actively overloaded its subspace engine faced these yawed and stalled boarding torpedoes. Those who gave up their courage on the battlefield often ended their own lives with their own hands. Where could a few yawed torpedoes go? Could they even return home?
In order to avoid the devastating collision, they deviated from the course, and in order to avoid being slaughtered by the anti-aircraft fire of the frigate, they were forced to board the ship. They could only paralyze themselves in desperate attempts and slaughters, waiting for the arrival of the judgment of the equally colorful purple vortex.
In the frigates slaughtered by the fearful and furious Slaanesh Chaos Astartes, the tiny rifts in the warp on the time and space scale silently unfolded, and even the most powerful wizards were powerless to reverse this process, which equally brought despair to all nearby creatures. It was an attraction and stripping at the spatial level, and when silence fell again, only the inverted empty shell of the frigate was left.
[Sera Celtic frigate, all 16,000 people, missing. Given triple compensation for military merit. - Cadia Military Affairs Department log]
Chapter 164: Punishment for Rebellion
The agonizing chaos in the void seemed to stop at this moment. Two dazzling bands of light were being pulled to meet each other. That was a distance that almost overlapped on the scale of the universe. In the pull of the masses of both sides, the encounters on the narrow road no longer had the slightest possibility of escape.
"Enter the opposite direction 1000 kilometers, God of All Machines bless you!" The aerosol that relieves G-force has filled every corner of the bridge. Only the inorganic voice of the Mechanicus technician from the unknown sound device echoes in everyone's chest and bones. Of course, it also stirs everyone's will.
Wrapped in the gel, the mortal's body seemed to be integrated with the battleship. Perhaps for the captain, who was already connected to the battleship's nerves, there was no barrier between him and her at this moment. The machine soul's eager roar resounded in the sea of stars. She longed for victory, and longed for the opportunity to pierce and tear apart the fallen creature!
Soon, soon.
A thousand kilometers would take nearly an hour for a Valkyrie aerial gunboat, which is the most common type in the Empire and is slightly larger than a main battle tank. But for two high-speed battleships charging with their mountain-like bodies, a thousand kilometers would only take ten seconds, or seconds to be exact.
There was not a single sound. No matter how shocking the war was, it could not touch this dark universe with a hint of black, red and purple. But everyone who witnessed this great scene that was only about speed and quality, mortals, Astartes, or the heartbroken oil man, they all held their breath.
It was a fraction of a second less than the most accurate output time. The moment before the physical parts of the battleships touched and deformed, the space was shattered. No, it was not the mysterious shattering of the void, but the heavy void shields were overloaded the moment they touched, and the capacitors did not even have time to melt through. The force of the battleships colliding was tens of millions times stronger than the so-called direct attack of the macro cannon!
The so-called indestructible battleship void shield is like the modesty of a prostitute, its only function is to increase the attack speed of the destroyer. Brilliant purple light flows from the fragments of the void, and a series of chain explosions and flames rise from the hull, and this is just the light and shadow special effects before the opening.
Smoother than a hot knife tearing through butter, the power ram of a deep blue galvanic energy body that had been wrapped into a protrusion penetrated the bow hangar of the battle barge that was blocked by the triple adamantine fortress, completely tearing apart the strange hammerhead shark-like structure with pure destruction.
Then came the distortion of the whole thing. It was the crushing of the two hydraulic presses. Every inch of steel was shattered into the smallest particles like strands of glass fiber in the collision, and was forged and fused while attacking each other!
The slender ram completely shattered in the first second of penetration, along with the bow of the Agamemnon-class battleship, which was heavily covered by the Skyhawk bow and the Imperial spiked boots. Mixed with the shattered front section of the Astartes battle barge, endless light and heat melted every inch of space that collided or squeezed each other into one.
The two colors twisted into a spiral of contradiction and unity, the molten viscous steel and adamantium mixed together trying to fix the warships that were still squeezing and devouring each other into a group of space wrecks. The machine spirit was roaring, and the two broken keels were trying their best to straighten their bodies, until a voice sounded,
"One salvo of eight plasma torpedoes, engine ignition - fire" It was a unique inorganic tone, coldly and mercilessly extending the sound of "ah" in a low and short ending. It was an ancient machine tone that could be traced back to Star Wars, and it was also the voice that announced the final judgment.
A faint flash of light flashed across the Seahawk's molten red hull, and it was timed to detonate in two seconds. The molten steel was slowly pushed apart by the tail flame of the plasma torpedo in the weightless void, and the destructive force that was revealed from the inside ended all the powerless struggles, and the keel forged from pure gold was shattered under the final heavy hammer.
The battle barge itself completely disintegrated! In just the next second of the stalemate, the armor plates covering hundreds of thousands of square meters and weighing hundreds of millions of tons were torn apart from the inside, shattered inch by inch, twisted and succumbed to the stress of the sudden explosion, and thrown into the distance in the ice-blue plasma flames!
A corner of the sky was dyed with a bright blue, burning in the colder void, a plasma flame that purified the power of blasphemy. The shredded hull fragments were like a triggered "this side faces the enemy" broadsword mine, equally splashing the newly cooled macro-cannon-caliber steel balls and deck-sized iron pieces towards the former friendly forces.
Several frigates that were unable to dodge were blown up in mid-air by the flagship's swan song, piercing through the void shield. The destructive penetration directly took away nearly a quarter of their mass - and without magical penetration, it meant that a few silent flames naturally replaced their existence, and no one survived.
The Agamemnon-class battleship's scarred but once again lit up hull, and the return of the massive artillery barrage after a brief silence, shattered the psychological defenses of the Slaanesh warband fleet.
The entire front section was shattered in the devastating collision, and the bow wrapped in black and gray boulder-like debris lost its elegance and splendor, but was even more terrifying. It was a burning undead warship that was salvaged from the cracks of hell by the evil power of the false emperor. The barrage of macro-cannons she fired could easily tear apart the void shield of the battleship!
When she turned around and rushed forward with a death howl, no warship dared to stand in front of her. The stalemate turned into a rout and hunt in an instant. The chaotic military discipline made everyone an enemy to everyone who was fleeing. It was enough to run faster than your teammates, wasn't it?
The light spears of the Murder-class cruiser pierced through the engine of the Raider-class frigate, and the macro cannons of the Slaughter-class frigate pierced through her void shield in a crazy close-range shooting. The next moment, the light spears of the Imperial fleet locked onto the slender and fragile hull of the Murder-class cruiser that had lost the protection of the void shield.
Everyone is an enemy.
Traitors never stand the test. It takes a second to betray the Emperor, but what about betraying your so-called teammates? The answer is that you have to rush to do it. The fighting enthusiasm of Chaos, which has entered the civil war, is even more intense than the initial battle with the Imperial Navy. The red spears of light are crossing each other and stepping into death.
Kill the alpha wolf, and then enjoy a good hunt. For the retreating enemy, the airspace is almost defenseless. The fuselage of the Imperial Navy is filled with the marks of the downed, the Hell Blade, the Hell Claw, the rare Hell Dragon, and even the sinking medal of the Chaos Frigate!
The pursuit continued to the very edge of the asteroid belt, and the battle finally ended when the roar of the Seahawk's bombardment turret tore the nearest Slaughter-class cruiser into pieces deep in the asteroid belt. Before receiving specific pursuit orders, reckless pursuit in depth would only discredit the discipline of the Imperial Navy.
Chapter 165 The Fruits of Urbanization
There was no need to pursue. For this almost daily raid, the Imperial Navy was ordered to hold its ground at all costs. Extreme radicalism and conservatism were integrated into one. Salmin did not need to pursue more killing of Chaos's living forces, which was fruitless. What was really useful, and what he was promoting, was "urbanization."
Build strongholds and fight hard battles. Stupid, but effective. If Mortarion doesn't want to be cut off from his retreat and look north in panic, he must pry open these densely packed fortresses and constantly drive away scattered warbands or those like the Lord of the Immaculate who are not well-informed to die for his descendants.
The Imperial soldiers stationed here have only one thing to do - insult and rape them all! As long as the guns in their hands can penetrate the Chaos Astartes' armor, it doesn't matter to the Imperial Guards to exchange one person for one hundred, two hundred, or three hundred lives!
The bodies of the fallen warriors will be purified by the Holy Flame of the Emperor, the war songs of Cadia will escort them back to the Golden Throne, and the remaining holy ashes will be filled into the bombs of the Emperor's Angel of Death. The Imperial Navy's transport ships will deliver new elite veterans and supplies to the front within 72 Terra hours - the Empire has never lacked people and wars.
Therefore, at least in Cadia, the invincible fortress that has resisted the enemy of mankind for thousands of years, there are countless veterans who dare to face the devil and Chaos Astartes. They can't even use fifty throne coins. After all, few people can survive for a year, right?
Looking back along the route of the troop transport, behind the Cadia star, the vast void forging phalanx that is swallowing and spitting out is a grand scene rarely seen on Lucius or even Mars. The flames of the star are roaring in tens of thousands of furnaces, and the brilliance of the wisdom of the God of All Machines is flowing on this land made of steel.
The reason why the Astartes slaughtered the Imperial Guards without casualties was the absolute gap in weapons and armor. Big Head's laser rifle, which was jokingly called a flashlight, required hundreds of people to fire at the same time to shake the power armor of the Fallen, while these war machines could easily penetrate the bulletproof armor of the Imperial Guards with just a wave of their hands.
But this is already a thing of the past. When the Hell Rifles and even the Calibraff V-1 Laser Rifles (hereinafter referred to as V1) produced in the Void Forge and Cadia Forge World gradually replaced the old flashlights, even light infantry had replicable and effective means of armor-piercing.
Gods cannot bleed, because those who bleed are not gods. Moreover, these beings who are at most exaggerated as demigods are not gods in the first place. When every bullet fired from their rifles can penetrate Chaos Space Marines within a hundred meters, how can the Imperial Guards, who are far braver than hyenas, not have the courage to tear tigers and leopards apart alive?
In the dozens of attacks launched simultaneously by Chaos on the Star Fortress Cluster, even on the most dangerous side, with the Imperial Navy suppressed and unable to provide firepower support, the large-scale landing launched by the 1st and 3rd Companies of the Death Guard Legion only destroyed one quadrant and occupied two quadrants.
The 240,000 Cadian Blitzkrieg was forcibly dispersed six times under the fierce attack of more than 3,000 Plague Warriors, and reorganized its front six times. The usable fortress turrets were violently turned to bombard the fallen or even falling city areas, and the turrets that were about to be lost were all blown up, and the sections infected by the plague were directly blasted open and returned to the vacuum.
If the brigade commander dies, the regiment commander will take his place. If the regiment commander dies, the battalion commander will take his place. If all the battalion commanders are dead, the company commander will take charge! Directly blow up the lost areas or areas that are falling, and turn every corridor and hall that can take advantage of dense firepower into a position for blocking battles. For an empire that emphasizes sacrifice, not retreating a single step and exchanging space for time are not contradictory.
Every troop lived up to the name of Cadia. They all suffered more than 70% combat casualties before their formations were broken by the Plague Marines' charge. While they tried their best to kill and injure the Plague Marines, they also tried at all costs to delay this seemingly unstoppable army.
The striking blue-white flame flickered back and forth in the remaining quadrant of the star fortress. It was undoubtedly a better choice to return to the Golden Throne in the flames of plasma than to be transformed into zombies that desecrated the souls of the dead after death by the Nurgle plague. On the front battlefield, the V1 type, which was farther and lighter than the Hell Gun, could always give these rather slow stinky cans some surprises.
No one could have imagined that the two weapons that were temporarily mixed together due to insufficient production would be more deadly to Astartes. The two weapons with different effective armor penetration distances and even different attack speeds formed a wonderful combination of "fast and slow swords". MOD players who had always crushed without any damage and were not used to high-intensity dodging directly experienced the malice of the fast and slow swords.
In the eyes of Astartes, the Imperial Guard's volleys were merely a leap from "scraping hard" to being able to penetrate the breastplate within a hundred meters. Since a mistake would lead to a penetration, wouldn't it be better to not make any mistakes throughout the process? With superhuman neural reaction, a little dodge can also ensure a sufficient gaming experience.
But, but why two fucking rifles!
The casualties caused by the simple and unpretentious fast and slow swords even exceeded the damage caused by a series of heavy weapons including the fortress heavy artillery. Under the ultra-high frequency of fast and full attacks, no one dared to guarantee that they could make no mistakes throughout the process. If they were hit, they would pause, and pause almost meant death.
Hundreds of Plague Marines had gone through the years of the Great Crusade and survived the horrific battlefields of the Horus Heresy, but in the end, because of a single mistake, they fell hastily and ridiculously at the hands of the mortals they despised.
The Death Guard's assault lasted for three days and two nights. The majestic steel fortress was turned into mottled ruins by flames and plague, and every inch of the remaining land was stained red with blood. When the support fleet drove away the Death Guard's legion fleet and the Astartes and Imperial Guard transport ships landed safely, the three armies were left with less than four brigades.
There were almost no wounded soldiers, or to put it another way, except for the former commander of the 3rd Brigade of the 71st Army, who had his right arm amputated due to infection, the rest of the wounded soldiers appeared after the reinforcements arrived. After all, for the messengers of Nurgle, even a relatively intact corpse would be desecrated, and there was often only one way for mortals to avoid being desecrated.
The sacrifice of the three armies was glorious and worthwhile. The Death Guard Legion left behind nearly a thousand corpses in this fortress alone, and the number of Nurgle demons and zombies was hundreds of thousands. In order to cover the Legion's attack, two Nurgle battleships were sunk on the spot, and there were no less than twenty other capital ships that sank in battle or were urgently lost in the Warp.
This large-scale simultaneous attack was exactly what Salmin wanted. After he transferred the Cadia First Interceptor Fleet and the Second Hunting Fleet from the Cadia Garrison Fleet to Volgatok, the Chaos Alliance finally began a tentative general offensive.
Chapter 166 Fake news
Within seven days, thirteen fortresses and four shipping routes were attacked almost simultaneously. The Empire responded with an all-round victory. His orders not to suffer casualties or retreat a step made this unsightly war damage report look more like a show of victory for the sake of victory. This is what Salmin wanted.
The information in Mortarion's hands was originally given by the Alpha Legion at the suggestion of the Salmin. It was certainly correct, but that was the "latest news" five or six years ago. Fake news plus the wrong number of Salmin fleets pieced together by Mortarion from the information he collected from many parties (referring to the Alpha Warband).
Mortarion depicts a classic imperial style corrupt military government that is actually very weak but still has to force itself to show its all-round strength, even at the cost of more casualties. This is not Mortarion's fault, as the defection of the Alpha Legion has made the intelligence system of Chaos not as confidential as MI6 at this time.
The Kremlin usually gets news faster than 10 Downing Street, and the intelligence Mortarion received was even written by Salmin himself. Apart from the Great Demon Nurgle and the captains he knew well, no one was completely trustworthy. With this level of one-sided transparency, even the God of War would be severely frustrated.
Judging from the overview report provided by the Alpha Legion to Mortarion by Salmin, the Chaos Alliance suffered only a minor defeat. If the disadvantages of the attacking side are taken into account, the fight seemed to be quite good - one enemy battle barge was sunk; two battleships were sunk and one was severely damaged; a total of 27 battlecruisers and heavy cruisers were sunk and dozens were damaged.
The number of destroyed light ships, escort fleets, and transport ships was no less than 200. On the other hand, most of the Chaos coalition ships were missing, and few of them were sunk on the spot, except for the capital ships. Two battle barges and two Chaos battleships were sunk, and except for some cruisers that were temporarily missing, only 19 cruisers were confirmed to have sunk.
At first glance, this battle loss seems to be quite good. However, just like the United Nations Army does not have South Korea, the losses of the War Gang will naturally not be counted in the battle losses of the Chaos Alliance. In addition, the "missing" part is of course not counted as a battle loss. With a little language art, the same data can bring different results.
As for the casualties, that's easier to deal with. The Empire's casualties are simply increased by half, and the Chaos Alliance removes the Chaos Daemons, Warbands, and Thousand Sons Legion. My goodness, this is a great situation. Cadia is like a shaky house - the advantage is mine!
On one side, the tiger's body shook and all directions came to surrender. Various war gangs continued to gather from the Eye of Terror. Even Vashtor, the Lord of the Million Souls Forge, came with the fleet of the Ark of Bad Omen to celebrate. It was a scene of vitality and everything was competing. On the other side, Cadia suffered heavy casualties in the continuous chaos and had to frequently withdraw its fleet to defend other places.
Mortarion even thought that if they continued to fight like this, there might not be a need for the Ominous Ark Fleet to forcefully fill the line and break through. He could just fight slowly and steadily advance and erode. In less than ten years, he would be able to use hundreds of capital ships to hunt down the giant ship that should have fallen into the abyss with the false emperor, just like in the Terra naval battle.
The shrill alarms of the Auger Matrix irradiation resounded back and forth on the decks of the Imperial warships and the Chaos Demonized warships. Both sides tried their best to use the broadside main guns to approach the enemy while maintaining high speed to avoid being locked by the main guns. The thick light spears kept hitting the ripples of the void shield but could not penetrate. Both sides were waiting for the distance close enough to hit directly.
"The distance to the opposite direction is 4000 kilometers!" In the dark but gorgeous star field, two magnificent warships that were also in the dead silence were suddenly lit up by brilliant lights at the same time. The shining lights used the same ancient signal that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years to convey the same order, "Lock on, fire broadside, three rounds rapidly!"
Under the brilliant light of the spears, groups of fierce and dazzling flames suddenly burst out - they were not flames, but coolant heated to an ionized state as a medium that was directly discharged into the cold universe, causing waves. "All units, report damage!"
Chapter 162: The Immaculate Lord and Boarding
Violent shock waves echoed on the void shield of the Agamemnon battleship. The bombardment guns of the Astartes battleship flagship have always had a shield-breaking effect that exceeds that of ordinary battleships. After all, they specialize in this. Whether it is issuing judgments on rebellious planets or overloading the void shields of starships to transmit strikes, the light suddenly lit up at the beginning of the war.
But even if the shock was several times stronger, it would not be enough to shake the hearts of the Imperial Navy. The noble Navy has been an extension of national sovereignty since its birth. They are a hundred or even a thousand times more glorious than the Army! In the solemn hymns of the starship choir, the voice of the Vice Admiral Captain was even more solemn.
"All units, report damage!"
[The ship's spine was hit by a bullet, and the heat sink was damaged by ]
[One hit on the bow, but failed to penetrate our ship's armor]
The void shield was partially overloaded, and two macro cannons hit, but no substantial damage was caused. "Reduce the output of the main engine, turn on the port-side deceleration rocket, right rudder 20, slow down and cut inward!" He wanted to maintain a unilateral ricochet angle with the bombardment turret of the other battleship flagship as much as possible under the maximum angle allowed for the broadside macro cannon array salvo.
Why was it one-sided? Agamemnon was not attacking the hull of the Immaculate Sword, but the specially-installed void shield covering it. The vice admiral was a high-ranking officer who had received wartime training against the fallen Astartes fleet. The specially-installed void shield, which was designed to resist attacks, was not something that his Agamemnon-class battleships could take down in a few rounds.
What he should do is to protect himself and prolong the combat time to give full play to the firepower advantage of the Imperial warships. "Stop the pre-charging of the subspace engine, connect the temporary capacitor, and transfer the reactor output to the void shield! The starboard anti-aircraft gun group is on full alert, and the Imperial Navy takes off to seize air superiority!"
The four Furious Interceptor Squadrons deployed in the 3R Fortress were already hovering at the edge of the battlefield, but without a highly integrated anti-aircraft barrage, there was no such thing as immunity to friendly fire, and it didn't matter whether the fighters passing through the barrage's path were friend or foe. Before the lieutenant general gave actual orders, OB at the edge was their only option.
As accurate orders were delivered under the dual calibration of lights and communications, a safe passage was separated from the layers of bullets drawn by tracer bullets, and the Hell Dragons or the more common Hell Blades welcomed their true opponents. In the field of air defense, no matter how strong the ground's anti-aircraft firepower is, it cannot compare to the confrontation between fighters.
At the very least, no matter how stubborn an Astartes boarding craft was, it would not choose to pass through a group of interceptor formations that were engaged in a firefight. Wrapped in the steel of the boarding craft, the Astartes were no match for mortals piloting Fury interceptors over fifty meters long. With just a short burst of fire, an Astartes squadron would be turned into cold dust in the universe.
The war engine made of steel will shorten the gap between mortals and the angels of death. Mr. Krabs, who had been tortured by the Tallarns, can give a positive answer to this. When the decisive boarding was temporarily contained, the only hope for the Immaculate Lords warband was that the destructive bombardment could penetrate the void shield of the Imperial warship as soon as possible.
But the madness engraved in their bones is not just satisfied with this, "Full left rudder, forward four, maximum speed!" They are certainly not radical enough to compete with the Imperial Navy battleships equipped with power rams the size of escort ships. For the Astartes battleship flagship, the torpedo is more than just a destructive hammer loaded with plasma.
"Wake up Brother Desmaine, we need the help of the elders." A mysterious psychic wave vibrated as the Chaos Lord raised his sword. It was an order that every Chaos warrior of Slaanesh who had abandoned the ugly constraints of the flesh in order to move towards greater perfection could grasp. "First Company, prepare to board the ship!"
In fact, the Empire just didn't have AI, not missiles. In the complex and ever-changing interstellar battlefield, there was often only one common precision-guided weapon, the boarding torpedo. Especially when a boarding torpedo fully loaded with Astartes deployed at least two battle squadrons of Astartes in the rain of fire opened by the hot melt at a speed more than three times that of ordinary fighters.
It would be a massacre.
The Astartes of the two battle squads would be invincible in the narrow hull lacking heavy weapons. Unless they were destroyed outside, these torpedoes were usually described as more than 200 feet, or meters long, of ceramsite steel cylinders. As long as they were not directly hit by the ship's heavy guns, the short-term anti-aircraft firepower and the concentrated fire of fighter planes would not cause substantial damage to them.
As for the ship-borne heavy artillery used to bombard mountain-like starships and immortal eternal void shields? Even a Warlord-class Titan has to succumb to this true destructive force. If a torpedo is hit directly, it can only be considered bad luck. Just accept death calmly.
"The boarding torpedoes have been replaced, and the launch system has been switched to cold launch. Locking onto the enemy ship." The Auger Matrix, which was overloaded with maximum power, was cutting through layers of garbled code amid the roar of the Fallen Machine Soul, trying its best to frame the exquisite platinum bridge of the Agamemnon-class battleship in the center of the crosshairs.
The heavy but short and powerful footsteps of the Space Marines formed a curtain of rain. Even the Slaanesh warbands who had fallen to the extreme, with the help of irritating chemicals, their bodies could still recall the discipline and oath that were forged into them when they were named the Emperor's Angel of Death.
The company of Chaos Space Marines stood at the front of the battle barge, and the scene was the same as it was back then. Two thousand years ago, the First Company of the Immaculate Lords, known for their strict discipline and high moral character, stood here, facing the Imperial world desecrated by Chaos demons, and brought down the Holy Flame of the Lord of Mankind in the name of the Emperor!
The power armor polished by mortals is embellished with emblems of honor and sacrifice, and the gorgeous ribbons of the mark of purity are interwoven around their waists, silently telling any witness of their loyalty and achievements. They are the guardians of the last glory of mankind that has died, the Emperor's angels of death!
"Tick-tick--" Drops of turbid compound drug condensate dripped from the dirt accumulated in the breathing tube and onto the human female breasts hanging around his waist. That was the leftover food from yesterday, which he casually hung to dry around his waist. Under the meat drying rope stained with solidified grease and blood, a corner of the gorgeous ribbon woven with platinum silk thread could be vaguely seen.
"For the Dark Prince!" Tear apart the hypocritical Corpse Queen and her ignorant believers. The so-called loyalty is not worth mentioning. The beauty given to them by the great true god Slaanesh is the supreme enjoyment!
Chapter 163: Evil Thoughts to the Extreme
Thought begets Heresy; Heresy begets Retribution.
The Vice Admiral ignored the bloated and blasphemous bow of the Chaos battle barge pointing towards the platinum-colored noble bridge of the Sea Eagle. Having faced Chaos Astartes several times on the fields of Cadia, he hated all traitors, especially those lowest and filthiest beasts who swore to be loyal to the blood of the Son of God under the sacred banner of the Emperor but shamefully betrayed him!
Traitors should be given only death! And he had experienced despair - it was difficult for mortals to annihilate a group of Astartes, even for Chaos Space Marines who had already fallen and lost their minds.
From the perspective of speed, attack and defense, the Astartes was objectively equivalent to an armored vehicle. To destroy a Leman Russ main battle tank on the front battlefield required the right time, place and people, but to fight against the Angel of Death in a cabin and corridor lacking heavy weapons was really seeking death.
A force mainly armed with light weapons is completely unable to penetrate the shoulder armor of the Astartes, and it will be a one-sided massacre. Remember, compared to using multi-tube lasers or ship-attack shotgun shells to polish power armor, a dangerous but real plasma is the right choice. In front of plasma with hundreds of thousands of degrees, the boundary between angels and mortals is not obvious.
The new Marines were equipped with Hell Guns, Carapace Armor, and were equipped with Plasma Cannons and Light Sword Squads, which enabled them to at least inflict an unsightly but sufficient loss on the Fallen. However, as a fleet commander, the Vice Admiral could not and should not rely entirely on the safety of the flagship in the interdiction battle inside the ship.
What truly bridges the gap between ordinary people and angels is steel. Yes, how can a well-trained body compare to steel that has been tempered a thousand times? "Turn on engine overload, forced ventilation!"
Praise the God of All Things, ring the bell once!
Push the lever, start the piston and pump! Ring the bell twice! Amid the roar of gears and hinges, the blood of Om Messiah was pumped out by the overloaded reactor, the tail flames were flowing, and the sacred mountains made of adamantium and ceramite stopped retreating with a roar.
The lever on the dashboard that represents the speed gear is stepping forward crisply and firmly. Every rotation and engagement of the tiny gear is driven by this great warship itself! The keel made of pure gold swallowed up the recoil that could tear apart the continent. Only the vibration that spread throughout the starship, the technical adjutant's report, and the most perfect click of the machinery blended together.
“这里是阿伽门农级战列舰海鹰号，正在加速——FULL——STOP——1/4（前进一）——1/2（前进二）——3/4（前进三）——”副官无机质的声音通报着这艘十千米长，排水量近十亿吨的阿伽门农级战列舰最直观的姿态。
The power ram is pre-charged, the turbine is ignited, and life is injected! Praise the God of All Machines, ring the bell three times! The vibration of the giant ship has reached the point where anyone can feel it. The bow of the Sky Eagle is raised high, and the foreshadowing of the previous slowdown and cutting in is completely revealed at this moment - "Sea Eagle, forward four! Hit it!"
The core of the main fleet, the Human Empire battleship, which was crowned as the dreadnought that roamed the starry sea, was made of precious minerals mined from the cores of thousands of planets and was melted through an entire large-scale forging world or a star-field-level large-scale dock. It was a national treasure whose value could not be measured by numbers. It was thus luxuriously placed on the scales of fate.
This will be a stage of unpredictable fate! Because what was dragged to the other side by the madness of mortals is also the pinnacle of human shipbuilding industry, the Astartes battle barge. The hull covered by blasphemous runes and decorations is also made of adamantium as the skeleton, and hidden under the turbid and dazzling light band is the Wall of Sighs made of more than ten meters thick ceramic steel and concrete.
The two flagships facing each other made it impossible for the Slaanesh battle barge to escape - let alone retreat, even a slight turn would lead to irreversible destruction. The circular escort fleet vacated a large area of star field, but in this corner of the universe lit up by the spears of light and the explosion, it was an invisible arena and a narrow road!
At the center of the battlefield, the main guns that were supposed to be spewing destructive force fell silent, all lights were off, and no more orders were needed. The ram flag was flying, and every bit of energy was squeezed out of the overloaded reactor, gathering into the power ram and the greedy food for the engine.
What is extremely counterintuitive is that the Astartes battle barges, which are specialized in close combat, do not have powered rams. Not all of them are even equipped with front torpedo tubes. In real close combat between battleships and battleship bodies, the battleships of the Imperial Navy have more advantages. This will be their quickest and most reliable gamble to victory!
From the bombardment turrets on the spine, the standard macro cannon arrays, to the heavy macro cannon arrays on the sides, all of them gritted their teeth. The speed and mass of the battleship itself were the most terrifying weapons. Between two battleships charging towards each other, the surging gravitational tide alone was enough to shatter all mortal fantasies, not to mention the collapse when they actually collided.
The boarding torpedoes that had been so arrogant before were now fleeing away in panic. It was obvious that the Chaos Astartes still belonged to the mortal level. When they were captured by the gravity that was hundreds of thousands times greater than that which was enough to crush countless Super Saiyans, they would not be squeezed into a particle just because their flesh was wrapped in a layer of brittle shell.
Hahahaha, run away, run away! Isn't it because of the brilliance of mortals that they flee, abandoning all the so-called glory and trampling it under their feet? Isn't that what they had forgotten when they betrayed their oath two thousand years ago, cannibalism, sacrifice, implantation of alien organs...
All that was left of their former glory was nothingness, a void completely devoured by excessive and ever-increasing desires. This was the retribution for their greed for pleasure in the realm of Slaanesh, and they were no longer themselves.
In the end, the Firestorm-class frigate that had actively overloaded its subspace engine faced these yawed and stalled boarding torpedoes. Those who gave up their courage on the battlefield often ended their own lives with their own hands. Where could a few yawed torpedoes go? Could they even return home?
In order to avoid the devastating collision, they deviated from the course, and in order to avoid being slaughtered by the anti-aircraft fire of the frigate, they were forced to board the ship. They could only paralyze themselves in desperate attempts and slaughters, waiting for the arrival of the judgment of the equally colorful purple vortex.
In the frigates slaughtered by the fearful and furious Slaanesh Chaos Astartes, the tiny rifts in the warp on the time and space scale silently unfolded, and even the most powerful wizards were powerless to reverse this process, which equally brought despair to all nearby creatures. It was an attraction and stripping at the spatial level, and when silence fell again, only the inverted empty shell of the frigate was left.
[Sera Celtic frigate, all 16,000 people, missing. Given triple compensation for military merit. - Cadia Military Affairs Department log]
Chapter 164: Punishment for Rebellion
The agonizing chaos in the void seemed to stop at this moment. Two dazzling bands of light were being pulled to meet each other. That was a distance that almost overlapped on the scale of the universe. In the pull of the masses of both sides, the encounters on the narrow road no longer had the slightest possibility of escape.
"Enter the opposite direction 1000 kilometers, God of All Machines bless you!" The aerosol that relieves G-force has filled every corner of the bridge. Only the inorganic voice of the Mechanicus technician from the unknown sound device echoes in everyone's chest and bones. Of course, it also stirs everyone's will.
Wrapped in the gel, the mortal's body seemed to be integrated with the battleship. Perhaps for the captain, who was already connected to the battleship's nerves, there was no barrier between him and her at this moment. The machine soul's eager roar resounded in the sea of stars. She longed for victory, and longed for the opportunity to pierce and tear apart the fallen creature!
Soon, soon.
A thousand kilometers would take nearly an hour for a Valkyrie aerial gunboat, which is the most common type in the Empire and is slightly larger than a main battle tank. But for two high-speed battleships charging with their mountain-like bodies, a thousand kilometers would only take ten seconds, or seconds to be exact.
There was not a single sound. No matter how shocking the war was, it could not touch this dark universe with a hint of black, red and purple. But everyone who witnessed this great scene that was only about speed and quality, mortals, Astartes, or the heartbroken oil man, they all held their breath.
It was a fraction of a second less than the most accurate output time. The moment before the physical parts of the battleships touched and deformed, the space was shattered. No, it was not the mysterious shattering of the void, but the heavy void shields were overloaded the moment they touched, and the capacitors did not even have time to melt through. The force of the battleships colliding was tens of millions times stronger than the so-called direct attack of the macro cannon!
The so-called indestructible battleship void shield is like the modesty of a prostitute, its only function is to increase the attack speed of the destroyer. Brilliant purple light flows from the fragments of the void, and a series of chain explosions and flames rise from the hull, and this is just the light and shadow special effects before the opening.
Smoother than a hot knife tearing through butter, the power ram of a deep blue galvanic energy body that had been wrapped into a protrusion penetrated the bow hangar of the battle barge that was blocked by the triple adamantine fortress, completely tearing apart the strange hammerhead shark-like structure with pure destruction.
Then came the distortion of the whole thing. It was the crushing of the two hydraulic presses. Every inch of steel was shattered into the smallest particles like strands of glass fiber in the collision, and was forged and fused while attacking each other!
The slender ram completely shattered in the first second of penetration, along with the bow of the Agamemnon-class battleship, which was heavily covered by the Skyhawk bow and the Imperial spiked boots. Mixed with the shattered front section of the Astartes battle barge, endless light and heat melted every inch of space that collided or squeezed each other into one.
The two colors twisted into a spiral of contradiction and unity, the molten viscous steel and adamantium mixed together trying to fix the warships that were still squeezing and devouring each other into a group of space wrecks. The machine spirit was roaring, and the two broken keels were trying their best to straighten their bodies, until a voice sounded,
"One salvo of eight plasma torpedoes, engine ignition - fire" It was a unique inorganic tone, coldly and mercilessly extending the sound of "ah" in a low and short ending. It was an ancient machine tone that could be traced back to Star Wars, and it was also the voice that announced the final judgment.
A faint flash of light flashed across the Seahawk's molten red hull, and it was timed to detonate in two seconds. The molten steel was slowly pushed apart by the tail flame of the plasma torpedo in the weightless void, and the destructive force that was revealed from the inside ended all the powerless struggles, and the keel forged from pure gold was shattered under the final heavy hammer.
The battle barge itself completely disintegrated! In just the next second of the stalemate, the armor plates covering hundreds of thousands of square meters and weighing hundreds of millions of tons were torn apart from the inside, shattered inch by inch, twisted and succumbed to the stress of the sudden explosion, and thrown into the distance in the ice-blue plasma flames!
A corner of the sky was dyed with a bright blue, burning in the colder void, a plasma flame that purified the power of blasphemy. The shredded hull fragments were like a triggered "this side faces the enemy" broadsword mine, equally splashing the newly cooled macro-cannon-caliber steel balls and deck-sized iron pieces towards the former friendly forces.
Several frigates that were unable to dodge were blown up in mid-air by the flagship's swan song, piercing through the void shield. The destructive penetration directly took away nearly a quarter of their mass - and without magical penetration, it meant that a few silent flames naturally replaced their existence, and no one survived.
The Agamemnon-class battleship's scarred but once again lit up hull, and the return of the massive artillery barrage after a brief silence, shattered the psychological defenses of the Slaanesh warband fleet.
The entire front section was shattered in the devastating collision, and the bow wrapped in black and gray boulder-like debris lost its elegance and splendor, but was even more terrifying. It was a burning undead warship that was salvaged from the cracks of hell by the evil power of the false emperor. The barrage of macro-cannons she fired could easily tear apart the void shield of the battleship!
When she turned around and rushed forward with a death howl, no warship dared to stand in front of her. The stalemate turned into a rout and hunt in an instant. The chaotic military discipline made everyone an enemy to everyone who was fleeing. It was enough to run faster than your teammates, wasn't it?
The light spears of the Murder-class cruiser pierced through the engine of the Raider-class frigate, and the macro cannons of the Slaughter-class frigate pierced through her void shield in a crazy close-range shooting. The next moment, the light spears of the Imperial fleet locked onto the slender and fragile hull of the Murder-class cruiser that had lost the protection of the void shield.
Everyone is an enemy.
Traitors never stand the test. It takes a second to betray the Emperor, but what about betraying your so-called teammates? The answer is that you have to rush to do it. The fighting enthusiasm of Chaos, which has entered the civil war, is even more intense than the initial battle with the Imperial Navy. The red spears of light are crossing each other and stepping into death.
Kill the alpha wolf, and then enjoy a good hunt. For the retreating enemy, the airspace is almost defenseless. The fuselage of the Imperial Navy is filled with the marks of the downed, the Hell Blade, the Hell Claw, the rare Hell Dragon, and even the sinking medal of the Chaos Frigate!
The pursuit continued to the very edge of the asteroid belt, and the battle finally ended when the roar of the Seahawk's bombardment turret tore the nearest Slaughter-class cruiser into pieces deep in the asteroid belt. Before receiving specific pursuit orders, reckless pursuit in depth would only discredit the discipline of the Imperial Navy.
Chapter 165 The Fruits of Urbanization
There was no need to pursue. For this almost daily raid, the Imperial Navy was ordered to hold its ground at all costs. Extreme radicalism and conservatism were integrated into one. Salmin did not need to pursue more killing of Chaos's living forces, which was fruitless. What was really useful, and what he was promoting, was "urbanization."
Build strongholds and fight hard battles. Stupid, but effective. If Mortarion doesn't want to be cut off from his retreat and look north in panic, he must pry open these densely packed fortresses and constantly drive away scattered warbands or those like the Lord of the Immaculate who are not well-informed to die for his descendants.
The Imperial soldiers stationed here have only one thing to do - insult and rape them all! As long as the guns in their hands can penetrate the Chaos Astartes' armor, it doesn't matter to the Imperial Guards to exchange one person for one hundred, two hundred, or three hundred lives!
The bodies of the fallen warriors will be purified by the Holy Flame of the Emperor, the war songs of Cadia will escort them back to the Golden Throne, and the remaining holy ashes will be filled into the bombs of the Emperor's Angel of Death. The Imperial Navy's transport ships will deliver new elite veterans and supplies to the front within 72 Terra hours - the Empire has never lacked people and wars.
Therefore, at least in Cadia, the invincible fortress that has resisted the enemy of mankind for thousands of years, there are countless veterans who dare to face the devil and Chaos Astartes. They can't even use fifty throne coins. After all, few people can survive for a year, right?
Looking back along the route of the troop transport, behind the Cadia star, the vast void forging phalanx that is swallowing and spitting out is a grand scene rarely seen on Lucius or even Mars. The flames of the star are roaring in tens of thousands of furnaces, and the brilliance of the wisdom of the God of All Machines is flowing on this land made of steel.
The reason why the Astartes slaughtered the Imperial Guards without casualties was the absolute gap in weapons and armor. Big Head's laser rifle, which was jokingly called a flashlight, required hundreds of people to fire at the same time to shake the power armor of the Fallen, while these war machines could easily penetrate the bulletproof armor of the Imperial Guards with just a wave of their hands.
But this is already a thing of the past. When the Hell Rifles and even the Calibraff V-1 Laser Rifles (hereinafter referred to as V1) produced in the Void Forge and Cadia Forge World gradually replaced the old flashlights, even light infantry had replicable and effective means of armor-piercing.
Gods cannot bleed, because those who bleed are not gods. Moreover, these beings who are at most exaggerated as demigods are not gods in the first place. When every bullet fired from their rifles can penetrate Chaos Space Marines within a hundred meters, how can the Imperial Guards, who are far braver than hyenas, not have the courage to tear tigers and leopards apart alive?
In the dozens of attacks launched simultaneously by Chaos on the Star Fortress Cluster, even on the most dangerous side, with the Imperial Navy suppressed and unable to provide firepower support, the large-scale landing launched by the 1st and 3rd Companies of the Death Guard Legion only destroyed one quadrant and occupied two quadrants.
The 240,000 Cadian Blitzkrieg was forcibly dispersed six times under the fierce attack of more than 3,000 Plague Warriors, and reorganized its front six times. The usable fortress turrets were violently turned to bombard the fallen or even falling city areas, and the turrets that were about to be lost were all blown up, and the sections infected by the plague were directly blasted open and returned to the vacuum.
If the brigade commander dies, the regiment commander will take his place. If the regiment commander dies, the battalion commander will take his place. If all the battalion commanders are dead, the company commander will take charge! Directly blow up the lost areas or areas that are falling, and turn every corridor and hall that can take advantage of dense firepower into a position for blocking battles. For an empire that emphasizes sacrifice, not retreating a single step and exchanging space for time are not contradictory.
Every troop lived up to the name of Cadia. They all suffered more than 70% combat casualties before their formations were broken by the Plague Marines' charge. While they tried their best to kill and injure the Plague Marines, they also tried at all costs to delay this seemingly unstoppable army.
The striking blue-white flame flickered back and forth in the remaining quadrant of the star fortress. It was undoubtedly a better choice to return to the Golden Throne in the flames of plasma than to be transformed into zombies that desecrated the souls of the dead after death by the Nurgle plague. On the front battlefield, the V1 type, which was farther and lighter than the Hell Gun, could always give these rather slow stinky cans some surprises.
No one could have imagined that the two weapons that were temporarily mixed together due to insufficient production would be more deadly to Astartes. The two weapons with different effective armor penetration distances and even different attack speeds formed a wonderful combination of "fast and slow swords". MOD players who had always crushed without any damage and were not used to high-intensity dodging directly experienced the malice of the fast and slow swords.
In the eyes of Astartes, the Imperial Guard's volleys were merely a leap from "scraping hard" to being able to penetrate the breastplate within a hundred meters. Since a mistake would lead to a penetration, wouldn't it be better to not make any mistakes throughout the process? With superhuman neural reaction, a little dodge can also ensure a sufficient gaming experience.
But, but why two fucking rifles!
The casualties caused by the simple and unpretentious fast and slow swords even exceeded the damage caused by a series of heavy weapons including the fortress heavy artillery. Under the ultra-high frequency of fast and full attacks, no one dared to guarantee that they could make no mistakes throughout the process. If they were hit, they would pause, and pause almost meant death.
Hundreds of Plague Marines had gone through the years of the Great Crusade and survived the horrific battlefields of the Horus Heresy, but in the end, because of a single mistake, they fell hastily and ridiculously at the hands of the mortals they despised.
The Death Guard's assault lasted for three days and two nights. The majestic steel fortress was turned into mottled ruins by flames and plague, and every inch of the remaining land was stained red with blood. When the support fleet drove away the Death Guard's legion fleet and the Astartes and Imperial Guard transport ships landed safely, the three armies were left with less than four brigades.
There were almost no wounded soldiers, or to put it another way, except for the former commander of the 3rd Brigade of the 71st Army, who had his right arm amputated due to infection, the rest of the wounded soldiers appeared after the reinforcements arrived. After all, for the messengers of Nurgle, even a relatively intact corpse would be desecrated, and there was often only one way for mortals to avoid being desecrated.
The sacrifice of the three armies was glorious and worthwhile. The Death Guard Legion left behind nearly a thousand corpses in this fortress alone, and the number of Nurgle demons and zombies was hundreds of thousands. In order to cover the Legion's attack, two Nurgle battleships were sunk on the spot, and there were no less than twenty other capital ships that sank in battle or were urgently lost in the Warp.
This large-scale simultaneous attack was exactly what Salmin wanted. After he transferred the Cadia First Interceptor Fleet and the Second Hunting Fleet from the Cadia Garrison Fleet to Volgatok, the Chaos Alliance finally began a tentative general offensive.
Chapter 166 Fake news
Within seven days, thirteen fortresses and four shipping routes were attacked almost simultaneously. The Empire responded with an all-round victory. His orders not to suffer casualties or retreat a step made this unsightly war damage report look more like a show of victory for the sake of victory. This is what Salmin wanted.
The information in Mortarion's hands was originally given by the Alpha Legion at the suggestion of the Salmin. It was certainly correct, but that was the "latest news" five or six years ago. Fake news plus the wrong number of Salmin fleets pieced together by Mortarion from the information he collected from many parties (referring to the Alpha Warband).
Mortarion depicts a classic imperial style corrupt military government that is actually very weak but still has to force itself to show its all-round strength, even at the cost of more casualties. This is not Mortarion's fault, as the defection of the Alpha Legion has made the intelligence system of Chaos not as confidential as MI6 at this time.
The Kremlin usually gets news faster than 10 Downing Street, and the intelligence Mortarion received was even written by Salmin himself. Apart from the Great Demon Nurgle and the captains he knew well, no one was completely trustworthy. With this level of one-sided transparency, even the God of War would be severely frustrated.
Judging from the overview report provided by the Alpha Legion to Mortarion by Salmin, the Chaos Alliance suffered only a minor defeat. If the disadvantages of the attacking side are taken into account, the fight seemed to be quite good - one enemy battle barge was sunk; two battleships were sunk and one was severely damaged; a total of 27 battlecruisers and heavy cruisers were sunk and dozens were damaged.
The number of destroyed light ships, escort fleets, and transport ships was no less than 200. On the other hand, most of the Chaos coalition ships were missing, and few of them were sunk on the spot, except for the capital ships. Two battle barges and two Chaos battleships were sunk, and except for some cruisers that were temporarily missing, only 19 cruisers were confirmed to have sunk.
At first glance, this battle loss seems to be quite good. However, just like the United Nations Army does not have South Korea, the losses of the War Gang will naturally not be counted in the battle losses of the Chaos Alliance. In addition, the "missing" part is of course not counted as a battle loss. With a little language art, the same data can bring different results.
As for the casualties, that's easier to deal with. The Empire's casualties are simply increased by half, and the Chaos Alliance removes the Chaos Daemons, Warbands, and Thousand Sons Legion. My goodness, this is a great situation. Cadia is like a shaky house - the advantage is mine!
On one side, the tiger's body shook and all directions came to surrender. Various war gangs continued to gather from the Eye of Terror. Even Vashtor, the Lord of the Million Souls Forge, came with the fleet of the Ark of Bad Omen to celebrate. It was a scene of vitality and everything was competing. On the other side, Cadia suffered heavy casualties in the continuous chaos and had to frequently withdraw its fleet to defend other places.
Mortarion even thought that if they continued to fight like this, there might not be a need for the Ominous Ark Fleet to forcefully fill the line and break through. He could just fight slowly and steadily advance and erode. In less than ten years, he would be able to use hundreds of capital ships to hunt down the giant ship that should have fallen into the abyss with the false emperor, just like in the Terra naval battle.
