Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 519 06.0518: "Drifting in front of the cliff"

In the dark vision in front of the psychic who was tied to the guide head with iron chains, there were dazzling fireworks everywhere, and it was impossible to tell which heat source was the real target.

At this moment, they can only make a choice quickly.

Hesitation will only disappoint the Divine Emperor, which is a great sin.

A psychic who was unable to distinguish the target blindly controlled the torpedo to circle around, and the Tau's ion close-in defense gun tore him and the torpedo into cold fragments in the void without hesitation.

Torpedoes were fired one after another and exploded. The first batch of attacks did not cause any substantial damage except for some fragments scratching the ship's paint.

"Major Cochrane is right. A small specialized attack ship equipped with only four torpedo tubes is only suitable for destroying the enemy's supply lines in a stealthy manner, rather than using the short to hit the long in a head-on conflict." Captain Kretschmer sighed as he looked at the results of the battle in the air.

"Now it all depends on this last round of torpedoes. Turn the ship around and deliberately activate the active auspicious instrument to lure them to where the other attack ships are ambushing."

"Captain, we got a hit! Half of the enemy light cruiser's engine was destroyed, its speed slowed down, and it became disconnected from the other warships." Just as Captain Kretschmer turned around and prepared to head to the command throne, the lookout officer reported good news.

The captain nodded, and then sat back on the command throne without any surprise or joy.

The Tau fleet, having recovered from the chaos, released its carrier-based aircraft.

These barracudas will act as pathfinders and pursuit pioneers to prevent humans from playing any tricks again. Moreover, these small aircraft can chase torpedoes and destroy them before they hit the warships.

As more and more signals gathered behind the Epic, Horatio realized that the pressure to escape was increasing.

[The main fleet should come quickly.] He prayed for the grace of the God-Emperor in his heart.

after an hour.

"Captain, E-46 reports that the enemy ship has entered the visual range of the ambush circle."

"The air force has assembled." Anya Fasha reported from the communicator.

The Fury interceptors on each attack ship were integrated into a flying squadron. Their mission was to prevent the Barracuda fighters from discovering and destroying the power engines and weapons on the attack ships.

"'Whiplash Squadron' and 'Gale Squadron' will move together with my squadron, 'Gale Squadron', 'Beta Squadron', and 'Omega Squadron'. Raise the plane and carry out vertical strikes from the high plane after we enter the first wave of engagement."

"receive."

The Fury interceptors loaded with missiles immediately dispersed.

E-47 and E-99 fled forward. Behind them, the blue arcs of the railguns continued to tear through the curtain from the distant darkness and pass through the weak bodies of the warships.

"This is the E-48 attack ship. We are in the gas cloud and are calculating the angle for torpedo launch."

"This is E-46. We don't have many torpedoes, so we will focus on attacking the enemy ships in the rear. I wish you success."

The leading Barracuda fighter moved forward as a scout.

Suddenly, the Air caste pilot discovered unusual movements in the nearby asteroid belt.

The vanguard squadron led by Anya Fasha expertly navigated the asteroid belt to stay hidden, and then launched a surprise attack under cover.

Seeing a wave of missiles coming, although the situation was urgent, the Air caste pilots responded quickly with the help of artificial intelligence.

They immediately scattered to avoid the missiles.

The Fury interceptors' raids only shot down a limited number of enemy aircraft, but this did not discourage the Imperial pilots. As an air force trained in the Ultramarine, the pilots were no strangers to their Tau opponents.

The Fury interceptors rushed into the enemy formation, and with their high acceleration energy and skilled bursts of fire, many Barracudas were blown up in mid-air.

Their jammers can interfere with the missile's judgment, but cannot interfere with the muscle memory and manual judgment of experienced pilots.

Anya Fasha didn't even need the Thinker's assisted aiming, she could accurately hit the target's weak points with manual operation alone.

Every shot was just right, and a target could be destroyed with just a few short bursts, with almost no extra energy wasted.

This was the experience that the Qi clan pilots, who had a shorter lifespan, dreamed of. For them, who had already entered middle age and old age in their thirties, it was too demanding to develop the level of Fasha, who could lock a head with a single move of his hand.

Moreover, the Barracuda fighter's machine gun is a live ammunition weapon, which is troubled by the lead time, and the shooting weakness is something that cannot be imagined.

Although artificial intelligence can greatly help them estimate the lead time and make up for these shortcomings, excellent human pilots will not stick their butts out for them.

The constantly changing evasive and defensive maneuvers were another level of excellence. Those who could not master these life-saving maneuvers had already died in the cold void or on the scorching hot land. This also included those who were not so lucky. The moment they killed the enemy group, the flight team was like a lancer, without any hesitation, but stepped on the accelerator and broke away at high speed to avoid being bitten by the circling Barracuda fighter and destroyed.

Under the spray of gorgeous decoy bomb sets, right at the top, the second flight team dropped from the sky like a dagger, chopping down and piercing the Barracuda fighters right in the middle when they tried to turn around and chase them.

A row of missiles flew over the heads of the Air caste pilots like angels in the sky.

The sudden attack caused many members of the Air clan to experience operational delays even with the help of artificial intelligence.

When missiles rained down, some Barracuda fighters failed to perform the 39 tactical evasive maneuver in time and were destroyed one after another by the flaming missiles that carried prayers of hatred for the aliens. The flaming debris scattered everywhere, which was actually quite beautiful.

This round of raids obviously had a much higher kill rate than the first round.

The pilots stepped on the accelerator and dived with force. Although it was called a dive, in the void environment of different dimensions, it was actually no different from level flight.

The fighter planes chased and fired, and soon entered the most basic form of air combat - chasing and tail biting, also known as "dogfighting".

While the fighter planes were fighting, everyone in the nearby attack ship was holding their breath.

Facing a large cruiser squadron, accompanied by a circle of escorting destroyers and frigates, this is undoubtedly a huge challenge for the attack ship that is short of ammunition and outnumbered.

David stood before the giant Goliath, and he had only a few stones left in his sling bag.

"emission!"

Whizzing!

Whizzing!

The three attack ships fired a salvo of torpedoes, then turned and fled.

"Major Cochrane, we have used up all our torpedoes. We need to retreat immediately."

Horatio nodded silently from his command throne.

He looked at the huge pilgrim ship before him, its surface carved in marble and steel with scenes from the Divine Word.

Looking at the Lord of Humanity wearing a laurel wreath above, he seemed to be thinking about something.

The Tau cruiser squadrons were deployed in a wedge formation, which maximized close-in firepower.

A new round of Barracuda fighters were released from the hangar, chasing the speeding torpedoes.

The force of the nuclear detonation would destroy the torpedoes the instant the ion cannon exploded.

But under the collective will of the Greater Good, they still continue to come forward without complaint.

A torpedo luckily broke through the blockades and was about to hit the cruiser. At the moment, a Warden-class destroyer rushed up and detonated the torpedo in advance with its petite hull. In the dazzling light of the nuclear fireball, it turned into pieces of flying debris, and the cruiser was only affected by a small amount of debris.

"Captain, we have run out of missiles. The second batch of Barracuda fighters are flanking us. We await your next order. Until then, we will stop the enemy aircraft at all costs." Fasha's voice came from the sound array. It can be heard that she was struggling. Obviously, she was engaged in an air-to-air dogfight with a tough enemy.

The short-lived advantage gained through surprise attacks will soon be offset by the overwhelming numbers released by regular aircraft carriers. When the final moment comes, the giant will mercilessly crush David's tiny body.

"Major, we're out of ideas. What should we do now?" Captains of other attack ships also sent in requests.

Horatio closed his eyes in thought and gave no reply.

The attack ship squadron had done its best.

He raised his head, his face was stern, but there was still a gleam in his eyes.

"Go to the nearest Mandeville Point."

"Captain, that would actually take us further away from the Imperial controlled area."

"This is gambling." David Beatty exclaimed, covering his mouth.

"Yes, we are gambling." Horatio smiled and replied, "Drift in front of the cliff."

(End of this chapter)