Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Inside the tower of the City Defense Command, Captain Hornthorne of the Imperial Fists.

As the person in charge of the defense system of the entire planet and even the galaxy, he is closely observing and accepting the real-time dynamics from various areas on the ground.

According to the situation he has received so far, the first layer of defense circle built by Olyfia's fleet - Star Fort - Star Port has been declared lost under the infiltration of the enemy;

And the second defensive circle built by the star port he can grasp now-the ground transportation orbit site-the defensive fortress outside the Holy City, only serves as a reverse blockade against the enemy.

This embarrassing situation is a humiliation to all the sons of Dorne.

As the commander of this company, the only thing Hornthorne wanted to do now was to catch the bugs that had entered the Holy City one by one and crush them to death.

But he couldn't do this, at least out of procedural justice, he had to wait for those Battle Sisters to ask for help.

"report!"

"speak!"

"A letter from the Holy Hermitage Monastery, the inner city defense circle has fallen.

The sacred object is lost and is being pursued.

Her Excellency Aliya Medeiros, Senior Sister and Major Sister of the Silver Shroud Order, was sniped and killed in battle;
Other religious orders have also encountered similar sniping operations. The Holy Hermitage hopes that we will shrink the encirclement and provide necessary assistance. "

This is what you've been waiting for!

Hornthorne turned around abruptly: "Initiate contact with the Ultramarines!"

The communications sergeant operated to input instructions to the thinker in front of him, and within seconds accurately connected to the communication link of the Ultramarines Chapter.

"Tell me, how do you want us to help you?"

Stewart, the captain of the Ultramarines on the other side of the screen, has no nonsense, and the fact that the Fist of the Empire can initiate a link to them actively explains the problem.

Looking at the background of the battleship bridge behind Stewart, Hornshorn also knew the opponent's location.

These descendants of Guilliman are always so full of strategic vision, and they quietly arrived above the orbit of Ophelia 7.

"Take our place and maintain the second cordon until we clean up those bugs!"

"Well... I have a better idea..." Stuart said...

After a brief conversation, the two decided to exchange tasks, making full use of the convenience of the Ultramarines' on-orbit strikes, saving the time to complete the blockade on foot from the ground.

The Imperial Fist remained in place to maintain the operation of the second defensive circle, while the Ultramarines under Stewart were responsible for launching a direct drop strike from above the orbit.

Seeing that the Ultramarines were completing the communication link with the Battle Sisters, the airdrop pod jumped out of the clouds in the sky and drew precise tracks towards the ground.

Hornshorn looked at the extinguished red dots on the map, and the infiltrators who were locked in the fringe areas of the inner city and outer city after the Ultramarines entered the arena. Finally, he grew up for the situation that was about to get out of control and get back on track. Take a breath.

However, it was too early for him to relax.

Just when the shameful thief was blocked in the inner city, he was about to be found by the battle nuns and Ultramarines who surrounded him.

A warning from the Ophelia Orbital Transportation Center made Hohnthorne's heart drop suddenly.

"Astropaths sound the alarm!
There are huge shadows approaching from the warp!
The subject is refusing any communication requests, and ignoring his communication requests, approaching Point Manzeville at high speed!

The subspace breach is about to appear!Defense Fleet Requests Instructions! "

"Authorization to fire!" Hornthorn gritted his teeth and responded, but he no longer had expectations in his heart.

At this point in time, there was an unknown visitor who refused to contact him, he really couldn't take any chances about the identity of the visitor;

However, orders from the ground to the fleet need to pass through the orbiting starport as a relay. This kind of inconspicuous time difference on weekdays has become a fatal flaw in the planetary defense system after the Ultramarines leave orbit!
As if reflecting his guess, from the observation perspective of the ground, in the universe not far from Ophelia 7, the power of the subspace condensed in a short time.

In the stiff and slow adjustment of the battle line of the defense fleet, after the huge energy fluctuations in the originally blank space, an entire fleet from chaos was spit out in an instant!
Boom boom boom!

The anti-ship light spear arrays from the ground and Star Fort fired fiercely, releasing the first wave of strikes to the enemy before the defense fleet.

However, the leaping enemies were clearly prepared.

At the front of the oblique triangular queue, a battleship took the lead. After using the void shield to absorb all the firepower, it stayed still, allowing the battleship behind it to change positions and stand in front of the queue.

The hastily formed array of the defensive fleet seems to have occupied a favorable position, and is bravely relying on Ophelia's satellite orbit, tilting its firepower towards the flank of the enemy ship;

But in the eyes of the two Astartes captains, they had actually made a fatal mistake.

"Keep the distance! Keep the distance!"

The two Astartes wished they could be there in person, but could only watch from the ground as the enemy advanced under the blow of the fleet.

The distance between the two fleets has reached the medium and short range, and if they go any further, they will enter the range of each other's space torpedoes.

The small escort fleet is stretching crazily towards both sides of the main fleet. While competing with the enemy's escort fleet for the favorable angle of torpedo release, they are also constantly using artillery fire or even themselves to block the opponent's torpedoes fired at the main fleet .

The last obstacle that hindered the advance of the main force of the Chaos Fleet disappeared. At this moment, all the armed forces on Ophelia 7 could only watch the main force of the enemy ship sinking forward.

"It's over..." Stuart sighed in a low voice, but Hornthorne on the other side of the screen did not refute.

Another few minutes passed, and the distance between the Chaos Fleet and the Defense Fleet was close enough.

Following the arcs that lit up between the enemy's battleship and the defense fleet, the two battle-tested Astartes knew that it was the track where the space fighter group was carrying out a bombing mission.

In order to deal with the suicidal charge of space fighters, the interception and anti-aircraft firepower of the defense fleet will definitely intercept with all their strength, and the redundancy of the entire air defense system will be consumed in advance.

And the enemy was just waiting for this moment.

The distance between the fleets has not been widened, and the anti-aircraft firepower has been saturated, so when the enemy ships launch a tactical strike, what can they do to stop it?
There were no surprises in the ensuing battle. After the Chaos Fleet released the fleet of fighter jets, they saw the dense trajectory of the jumping torpedoes as expected.

Seeing that the few remaining main ships of the defense fleet fell into extinction one by one under the attack of the chaotic Astartes.

The senior officers of the two start-up regiments are separated by a screen, and they are aware of the seriousness of the situation from each other's eyes:

"It's a big trouble..."

The loss of space control is tantamount to declaring the loss of Ophelia's air control; and the loss of air control is tantamount to losing the prerequisites for the large-scale safe transfer and deployment of troops.

The situation of the enemy and the enemy has been completely reversed since then. While the imperial side on the ground passively bears the local attack, it actually declares the loss of the initiative on the battlefield.

"My fault..." Stuart reviewed in a low voice.

If he hadn't been easily transferred during the siege of the inner city just now, then in space at this time, the Astartes strike cruiser, which is in the middle of the orbit to support, will definitely be able to participate in and command this naval battle.

It was precisely because of his tactical misplacement that the enemy easily achieved their tactical intentions, thus ruining the strategic initiative of the entire galaxy...

"What should we do?" asked the leader of the Bloody Rose Battle Sisters who came later.

"Let's ask for help..." Hornsohn said in a low voice.

"Before the relay signal tower is destroyed, let those astropaths perform their final duties..."

The naval battle in the sky has come to an end, and the warships of the empire are either burning or falling.

And at the edge of the messy battlefield here, a small ship of the Adeptus Mechanicus was forced to land on Ophelia 7 while burning violently.

The ship is nearly disintegrated, and there are few possible survivors inside.

And just behind its bridge, a tall mechanical priest was holding a long staff, ignoring the dangers around him, calmly looking at the ground that was getting closer and closer outside the porthole.

"A very interesting journey, at least in terms of accidents, enough to add a new record to my life..."

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