From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 581 "Every second he delays gives him more time to prepare even crazier tricks"

Eighteen hours after the combined fleet of the Word Bearers and the Night Lords left the slipspace and arrived at the star system where Coruscant was located, the chaos pollution on Inproko had been reduced to a minimum, and this once frozen dead zone had been reborn.

The cleansing hymns of the Word Bearers blend with the shadows of the Night Lords to cleanse the lingering taint of Chaos.

The metal corridors that were once covered in corrupted flesh and blood now flow with blessed pure water. The command halls that once echoed with the whispers of demons are now hung with banners bearing portraits of the Emperor and the Primarch.

The psychic flames of the Grey Knights still burned deep within the fortress, those never-extinguished golden flames burning every inch of desecrated land to a pure state.

The Greek minor gods buried sacred objects in the shape of olive branches at key points. These objects emitted soft light and continuously released waves that dispelled chaos.

The engineering team on board the ship demonstrated amazing efficiency. The "army" of Hextech robots they drove shuttled through various areas like a swarm of bees. The corrupted and distorted building structures recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and were even more solid than before the fall.

Of course, the forces of chaos and heresy will never sit idly by and watch this strategic location change hands.

During these eighteen standard hours, the Chaos fleet from Coruscant launched seven large-scale counterattacks.

The most violent attack occurred when more than a dozen Star Destroyers blessed by Khorne launched a suicide attack directly on the Combined Fleet. The brass rams embedded in the bows of the ships were still nailed with twitching living sacrifices.

However, all these attacks hit the carefully prepared "iron wall" -

The priests (think tanks) of the Word Bearers had already calculated the possible hyperspace exits of every enemy ship, and the Night Lords had "buried" disposable light beam arrays at key coordinates in advance.

The holographic tactical sand table clearly records the subtleties of every defensive battle.

When the Chaos fleet ended its hyperspace voyage, what was waiting for them was the already fully charged array of light spears.

Those landing craft and shuttles that managed to break through the orbital firepower would fall into the "death maze" designed by Koz, which is a three-dimensional killing network composed of automatic turrets, illusion traps and nerve gas.

The most ironic thing is that most of the materials used in these fortifications were transformed from the wreckage of the Chaos fleet. After being purified, the destroyed enemy ships became tombstones for burying later comers.

With the seventh counterattack being repelled, Inproco's overall defense circle has expanded to a level that is enough to threaten the entire star system.

This icy planet is like a poisoned dagger, firmly pressed against the throat of the chaotic forces.

At this time, inside the bridge of the Word Bearers flagship, the Fire of Faith;

In front of the observation window, the holographic images of Lorgar and Curze stood side by side. The two Primarchs seemed to be silently and synchronously deducing the next stage of the offensive.

Outside the window, the newly completed temporary orbital dock is assembling the first batch of special "torpedoes" tailored to the characteristics of the subspace. Inside them are psychic substances extracted from pure flowers, and these weapons of "special attack nature" will play a key role in the general attack on Coruscant.

“They thought they were taking back a chess piece”

Curze looked out the window at the wreckage of the Chaos ship, his lips curled up dangerously, "But he didn't realize that the whole game has changed."

Luo Jia raised his hand and stroked the Chinese scripture scroll on his chest. The contents of the Human Code on it were shining with the golden light of victory:
"Let the darkness worry for a while longer, brother. The real judgment has not yet begun."

Then, Lorgar's fingertips were running over the defensive weaknesses of Coruscant marked on the holographic star map, and Curze was whispering the intelligence obtained by the Night Lords.

Beep-beep-!
However, the tactical deduction of the two Primarchs was rudely interrupted by a sudden alarm, and the lighting of the entire bridge deck instantly turned into a glaring scarlet.

"It looks like our guests have arrived early."

Hearing this, a hint of vigilance flashed in Koz's eyes.

Hearing this, Luo Jia calmly turned to face the observation window, and the scepter in his hand unconsciously tightened a little.

Outside the window, the peaceful starry sky of Inproco is being torn apart by violence——

First, nearly a thousand wedge-shaped warships from the "Star Wars" universe twisted and jumped out of hyperspace. Their originally smooth armored surfaces were now covered with wriggling flesh and blood, and their gun barrels were like bone spurs piercing out of wounds.

But what really made the two Primarchs look solemn was the fleet that appeared right behind them.

The fabric of reality was torn apart by some horrific force, as over four thousand ships painted the scarlet red of Khorne tore through the veil of reality and descended in the most blasphemous manner.

They looked similar to the Emperor-class battleships of the Main Universe Empire, but those sacred creations that were supposed to belong to the Human Empire had now become symbols of blasphemy, with brass skull reliefs engraved on their armor and sticky blood-like substances gushing out of their engine nozzles.

Moreover, among these ships, the leader is a 30-kilometer-long behemoth.

When the huge ship slowly squeezed out of the crack, everyone in the bridge, except the Primarch, held their breath.

At first glance, this Chaos-corrupted ship is nothing more than a mobile temple of Khorne.

The hull was completely twisted and deformed, the bow was transformed into a roaring bloody mouth, and countless iron chains with corpses hanging on them extended from both sides.

The most creepy thing is its portholes. Behind each window there are distorted faces shaking, and those souls who are imprisoned forever are screaming silently.

In addition, the way they arrived at the universe where Inproco was located was not by hyperspace navigation like the ships in "Star Wars", but rather by jump navigation, tearing open "vortices" emitting red and purple light in the real dimension, and then slowly "squeezing" out of another space to reach reality.

When Luo Jia and Koz saw those "whirlpools", they could not help but think of the same thing.
subspace.

Without the need for orders from the two Primarchs, the combined fleet had completed its combat deployment within seventeen seconds after the alarm sounded.

The Word Bearers' Fire of Faith opened fire first, and the new light spear array it was equipped with drew a golden trajectory of faith in the vacuum.

When these Emperor-blessed cannons hit an enemy cruiser, they did not cause a conventional explosion, but a purifying fire that engulfed the entire ship.

The three Chaos Star Destroyers melted like candles in the sacred flames.

The Night Lord's Night Blade displays a completely different fighting style.

What it releases is not a dazzling beam of light, but thousands of miniature "suicide" boarding pods.

These inky black "capsules" are covered with light-absorbing material and suddenly split into smaller units when approaching enemy ships.

When they penetrated the enemy ship's armor, what they released was not an explosion, but a neurotoxin prepared by Curze himself.

Inside the hit ship, the Chaos Cultists first laughed madly, and then began to tear out their own internal organs with their corrupted claws.

However, when the same attack was directed at those blood-red warships, the results were greatly reduced.

Apart from weapons blessed by the Emperor, ordinary electromagnetic cannons, Gauss cannons, plasma weapons and hard light beams were distorted and refracted by some bloody force field hundreds of meters away from the enemy ships. The suicide boarding pods of the Midnight Lords were crushed by the giant brass hands that suddenly stretched out from the void.

What was even more terrifying was that the wreckage of the destroyed ships did not float quietly, but automatically reassembled into new deformed combat units like living things.

Luo Jia's psychic power instantly detected the anomaly. The armor seams of those bright red warships were flashing with runes that did not belong to this universe, or even other universes. He then said to his brother in a deep voice:

"This is not a simple Chaos corruption. These Khorne ships come from other time and space.
The Empire of Man."

Koz's white fingers slid across the 30-kilometer enemy ship and magnified the image, and he saw a bloody emblem.

"Interesting." Seeing this, Koz's voice hissed like a venomous snake, "It seems that we in a certain time and space lost completely."

At this time, the launch silo of the Judge suddenly unfolded, and twelve diamond-shaped metal columns began to surround the ship, forming a large diamond formation.

Then, the Chinese characters engraved on these metal pillars began to materialize into burning golden chains, and the chains wrapped around the bloody ships like living things.

When the chains touched the surface of the enemy ship, the wailing soul faces suddenly became calm, and then turned into golden light and dissipated, as if this was the most painful blow to Khorne.

At the same time, the Greek minor gods also activated the "Olympus Array".

They flew shuttle-shaped fighters between enemy ships, each dragging a silver-blue psychic thread at the tail.

When these threads were finally interwoven into a web, the entire vacuum universe, contrary to common sense of physics, echoed with the ancient Greek war songs. Then, the three blood-red battleships shattered like glass in the song.

When the first round of fire broke out between the two sides, the entire star field seemed as "gorgeous" and deadly as glass thrown into a furnace.

Although the Chaos Fleet had an absolute advantage in numbers, with those twisted metal behemoths almost filling the entire observation window, the Combined Fleet still relied on sophisticated tactical coordination and the absolute suppression of pure psychic energy to tear open several bloody gaps in the early stages of the confrontation.

The giant psychic matrix was like a blooming golden rose, emitting divine beams of light that directly penetrated a large number of Chaos ships.

The enemy ships that were hit still did not explode conventionally, but instead twisted and deformed like clay being kneaded by invisible giant hands, and finally collapsed into psychic powder emitting golden light.

After all, the attacks of the Word Bearers and the Grey Knights are the most deadly to Chaos, especially the Grey Knights' flagship, the Inquisitor. Every "torpedo" they launch is engraved with exorcism scriptures, and when it explodes in the Chaos fleet, it releases not fragments, but a holy shock that can purify the pollution of the Warp.

However, Khorne's servants soon revealed their most terrifying trait: the heavier the losses they suffered, the crazier they became.

Whoosh—whoosh———!!

Buzz. Buzz——!!

Red psychic beams, sticky "blood" shells, and a barrage of brass skulls that screamed silently in the vacuum poured down on the combined fleet's shields like a rainstorm.

Faced with such violent firepower, the energy shields of the combined fleet were immediately deployed, and the shields of some small ships were even on the verge of overload.

Seeing this, these small ships, as well as aircraft carriers and supply ships carrying a large amount of supplies and manpower, began to change direction, preparing to move into the atmosphere of Inproco, temporarily withdrawing from such a large-scale "naval battle".

This made the Combined Fleet, which was already at a numerical disadvantage, unable to stand on its own.

However, four Emperor-class battleships, including the flagships of the two legions, also launched a counterattack.

A large number of diamond-shaped metal pillars that were hundreds of meters long were ejected. These objects, whose surfaces were engraved with Chinese characters, automatically arranged themselves in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a three-dimensional matrix with a diameter of fourteen kilometers.

The runes on the diamond-shaped metal pillars quickly lit up and converged towards the center like a lit fuse.

When the last rune was lit up, the entire universe seemed to stand still for a second—

Ri~咻————————! !

A beam of blue light tore through the silence.

It does not move forward in a straight line like a conventional laser, but like a thunder dragon that has broken free from its restraints, it twists and "roars" silently as it rushes towards the enemy camp.

Wherever the beam passed, the fabric of reality was visibly wrinkled, and the wreckage of nearby warships was torn into molecular form by the distorted gravitational field.

This torrent of destruction penetrated directly into the central array of the Chaos fleet.

The enemy ships that were hit head-on didn't even have a chance to explode, and were directly turned into plasma by the ultra-high-energy beam.

The ships on the periphery were overturned by the space ripples caused, and collided with each other like fallen leaves in a storm.

When the light faded, a perfect spherical vacuum zone appeared in the center of the originally dense enemy formation, as if even the most basic cosmic dust had been completely annihilated here.

The surviving Chaos warships seemed to be shocked and temporarily stopped attacking, while the wreckage that was affected but not completely destroyed was spinning in the vacuum like headless flies.

The thirty-kilometer-long Chaos flagship still stood in the center of the battlefield, like a floating, profane shrine.

The squirming flesh and blood on its surface glowed with a sickly luster under the reflection of the gunfire. The distorted faces in thousands of portholes turned towards the direction of the Combined Fleet at the same time, letting out silent roars.

The brass reliefs on the surface of the ship were oozing blood, which condensed into strange spherical shapes in the vacuum and suddenly burst into blood mist.

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Luo Jia's scepter suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light. He frowned slightly and exchanged a solemn look with Koz.

The two Primarchs simultaneously detected the familiar fluctuations coming from the interior of the flagship.
It seemed to be the psychic signature of one of their brothers, but it was shattered like a broken mirror.

The perception is filled with crazy muttering, twisted laughter, and some deliberately suppressed "help" signals.

Curze in the holographic image turned around, glanced at Lorgar from the corner of his eye, and said:
"That lunatic is obviously waiting for us." Curz's voice was like an ice knife cutting through glass. "Every second of delay gives him more time to prepare even crazier tricks."

"Leave the outside to me." Luo Jia nodded slightly, and the scriptures on his chest moved without wind. "But remember, brother, no matter what you see, don't take it."

"I know."

Curze's image has begun to dissipate, and the last thing left is an unsettling smile on his lips. "After all, madness is my domain."

(End of this chapter)