Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 404 05.0403: "Inner Ring Crisis!"

The huge flying rock brutally and violently ran over a light cruiser that was performing an evasive maneuver.

If it were in the outer orbit, this maneuver might have a chance of success, but in the inner ring, with anchor mines in front and a gravity field behind, the warship's acceleration and turning cannot be too violent to avoid accidents.

Under such restricted circumstances, the light cruiser was unable to dodge and was unfortunately hit on the bow by a large rock.

The entire ship was like a chicken hitting an elephant. It lost control of its course the moment of contact, and more than half of its weapons array went offline on the spot. The entire ship was hit and spun around, rushing towards the planet's low-Earth orbit with debris constantly falling off it.

The interior of the battleship was filled with grief and sorrow. After flying more than a hundred kilometers, the technical priest who had clung to the hull with his magnetic appendages desperately started the side booster engine, allowing the ship to slightly deviate from this direct route to death.

The entire right side of the ship was hit, and along with the platinum bow shield, it was dented. A rough estimate showed that the casualties on the entire ship exceeded 10,000. Even the platinum keel was bent. The entire originally slender Dreadnought-class light cruiser was like a swan with a broken neck. It could only survive and use the four surviving light macrocannons on the side to put up a feeble resistance.

The Mars-class battlecruiser quickly fired a salvo at the oncoming rock, and then the captain immediately ordered the power department and the helmsman to maneuver.

Unfortunately, the Mars-class ship has no torpedoes on its bow, and the distance is too close for the Nova Cannon.

"Quick! Turn! Turn!"

It inherits the usual bulky and huge tonnage characteristics of the Imperial Cruiser.

The Mars-class turned slowly, but under the order of the fleet commander, the captain still turned the bow in advance to face the oncoming rocks.

She released the Starhawk bombers to carry out high-density bombing on it, but even if she ignored the cost and caused the other side to suffer heavy casualties, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot against a void asteroid with such huge inertia. The bombs and damage could not stop this combat asteroid that was already on a destructive charge.

"Turn on the afterburner! Full power!"

boom!
Crash.

The battlecruiser was shaken, and the entire ship shook violently. Objects that were not secured inside flew into the air and scattered everywhere.

The bow of the ship was knocked off balance by a huge rock, and the Nova cannon just brushed past the anchor mine at the front, causing the people on the bridge to break out in cold sweats.

Commodore Andrew was nearly thrown off the fleet command throne in the collision. Three of the five grooves of the nerve plug were dislocated, causing pain in the back of his neck.

A touch of the hand, and it's all bloody.

Before anyone could catch their breath, Oishi fired fiercely at the flagship with cannons of various calibers mounted on it, while violently brushing past the starboard side of the Mars-class battlecruiser.

The huge, harsh sound of metal scraping and glass breaking was dizzying. Many people were overwhelmed and screamed and fell to the ground at this sound that was beyond the limits of mortals.

"Power Department! Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up as fast as you can! We have to get out of here!"

Brigadier General Andrew covered his bleeding neural interface and shouted in pain despite the noise.

The right bridge protrusion of the Mars-class Mundayas's Wrath was almost completely wiped out by the planetary body, and the fins were broken, breaking directly into two parts in the middle, and the handling performance and turning maneuverability were damaged.

"Hahahaha, you're nothing but this. Guys! Get on board your ship! Take away your iron throne! Waaaaaagh!" The huge green-skinned warlord waved his grappling hands and oversized axe, and used a deep and rough roar to mobilize his men for battle.

"Burn, kill, loot! Burn, kill, loot! Waaaaagh!"

After the collision, before the dizzy crew of the Wrath of Mondayas could stand up from the cold deck, what came into view from the portholes were thousands of small green boarding pods shot from the flying meteorites.

"Call out all ships to arms! Call out all ships to arms!"

Faced with such a huge threat, the captain's eyes widened with anger, and without hesitation, he directly issued an order to arm the entire ship. This is a combat order that can only be issued in extremely critical situations where the entire ship is facing the fall of the ship.

Under the call to arms, all armories on the ship will be open to all crew members. Even contract workers must take up weapons and launch close combat attacks on the enemy under the shotgun muzzles of boarding team members and the bayonets of sailors.

If it is used once, the number of weapons lost will be unimaginable. Even if the immediate crisis is resolved, it will lay the hidden danger for a mutiny conspiracy lasting decades in the future.

This is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

"Give me your life! You stinky shrimp! Your boat belongs to us! Waaaagh!"

"Ready to volley! Fire!"

Thousands of green-skinned boarding pods were launched from all over the rock in a random pattern, rushing towards the Imperial Navy with great momentum. These flying asteroids could carry out boarding attacks on surrounding targets in a 360-degree range.

The greenskins loaded among them are also extremely ferocious.

Those guys who are not big enough are not allowed to participate in the boarding. Those who can enter the boarding cabin are the biggest, most powerful and best-equipped guys among the rocks, as well as their fart servants.

After the captain issued an order to arm the entire ship, the sailors picked up their swords, spears, and halberds. The indentured workers were also uncuffed by the supervisor, who rarely opened their shackles, threw them a machete, and rushed to face the three-meter-tall green-skinned beast.

These tall invaders hacked and killed the fragile humans wantonly. Their rough hands could grab an adult with one hand. Then they opened their bloody mouths and bit the living people in half, chewing them like snacks, and finally spit out the chewed bones mixed with flesh and blood on the deck.

There are also those fart elves riding on jumping scrooges. As soon as the defense line collapses or retreats, these fart elves, which are smaller than their mounts, will ride these ferocious bipedal fat beasts, screaming and chasing after them, tearing the orderly retreat into a rout.

Faced with the ferocious greenskins, the armed forces on this Mars-class battlecruiser were simply unable to resist attacks from all directions, nor could they defend all the invaded compartments.

The armed forces command finally decided to abandon almost all the peripheral cabins, leaving the cabins divided by the green tide to fend for themselves, and gather as many armed forces as possible to defend the core cabin of the ship, hoping to hold out until subsequent reinforcements arrive.

Inside the Indefatigable.

"Commander, Captain, we have received a battle report from the flagship of the Cal-Duniyash fleet, the Wrath of Mondayas. Its flagship is being invaded by greenskins and can only hold on with difficulty.

The inner ring battle has entered the bloodiest collision and boarding stage. The opposing fleet commander, Sir Andrew, hopes that the Gothic fleet can gain an advantage in the outer ring battle as soon as possible and rush to the planetary orbit to provide assistance. "The communications captain reported.

Horatio and Brigadier General Edward Perroux looked at each other.

They both nodded in understanding.

"Call back Commodore Andrew. Once we are sure of victory, we will rush to help. I hope the brother fleet will live up to the expectations of the Divine Emperor and hold on firmly."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Horatio stared at the display screen in deep thought. Now he not only had to win, but also had to win as soon as possible.

Otherwise, not to mention the fleet in the Extreme Star Region, the Star Army on the planet Far would probably be destroyed as well.

The current situation has reached a precarious point, but Horatio is well aware that the more confused he is, the worse things will get.

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(End of this chapter)