Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 623 06.0622: "Let the Titanium Clan see what a black hand is!"

"These damn hostile people! Don't they want to die?!" Ether's face was filled with anger. He stared at the Imperial Navy battleships that were collectively sailing at full power and rushing towards his own battle line like mad bulls. He couldn't help but curse.

The long staff in his hand kept hitting the ground, making a dull thumping sound, as if he wanted to convey the anger in his heart through the beating.

Their railguns, with extremely high precision, continuously hit the warships that had endured multiple rounds of salvos and whose void shields were already overloaded.

The ancient and magnificent Gothic hull was pierced with ugly burn holes one after another under this fierce attack.

But this did not stop the advance of the Imperial Navy.

Their commanders had firm eyes, knowing that the blood and oil they shed at this moment would be returned tenfold by their opponents once they got close. Their eyes were filled with determination and perseverance, as if announcing to the enemy: Your doomsday is approaching.

Aboard the Cardinal Porras.

Admiral Samuel Hood was like a ruthless conqueror, with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes burning with a fiery fighting spirit, staring intently at the Guardian-class aerospace carrier. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident sneer, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

“Destroy it. That is the glory of the fleet that the aliens spent a hundred years to build with all their might. Today, we will demolish it within three hours!

Keep approaching, and when you get to 500 kilometers, the power ram will start charging. "His voice was deep and powerful, reverberating on the bridge like a huge bell, and every word was filled with unquestionable determination.

On the Guardian-class aerospace carrier.

"Ether! The enemy flagship is coming towards us!" The observer looked a little panicked as he watched the enemy ship getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision and its ramming angle becoming clearer and clearer.

"Don't be afraid! Release a new round of air squadrons, and this time increase the ratio of the Manta bombing squadron to 3:1. No matter how strong and powerful that big guy is, our plasma bombs can still blow it into a pool of molten scrap metal." Ether looked calm, slammed the ground with his cane, and ordered loudly. His eyes were firm and confident, as if he was sure of victory in the upcoming battle.

"As you command, Ether. Order the Air Caste pilots on rest to end their rest and go into battle immediately!" The Air Caste aviation commander conveyed Ether's order without hesitation. His voice was loud and clear, and it spread quickly throughout the bridge.

"Ether!" A radar detector stared at the radar screen, his forehead covered with sweat, and shouted in horror.

"What's the matter again?" Ether frowned and asked impatiently.

"It's a torpedo! Those stealth warships fired torpedoes at us!"

"What?" Ether leaned on his staff and looked at the dazzling flames flying side by side in the void. That was the signature feature of the Imperial torpedoes. A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Let the Screen Fleet intercept. Aviation Commander, correct the ratio of the aviation formation! Let the Barracuda and Manta attack in a 1:2 ratio to cover us." He gave orders quickly, his voice calm and decisive.

The screen ships around the Tau battleship fleet responded immediately. Like loyal guards, they quickly gathered in front of the flagship to protect the mothership. The lights on the hull flashed and the engines roared, as if showing their determination to the enemy.

But they didn't know that their opponents had left torpedoes specifically targeting them.

The E-99 and E-103 fired salvos of torpedoes at the clustered screen ships from two different directions.

Eight torpedoes streaked through the void and roared towards the manta rays guarding the king.

When they realized that the two deadly tridents were coming towards them, some of the glorious light cruisers of the Screen Fleet instinctively began evasive maneuvers. Their hulls turned flexibly in the void, trying to avoid the torpedo attack, like frightened birds fleeing in all directions.

Of course, this was also in Horatio's calculations. If they left their post without permission, then the glory of their fleet would pay the price.

Horatio stood in front of the telescope, his eyes fixed on the fleet's every move. His eyes were focused and calm, not missing any details. His stern face, under the light, looked even more resolute.

Some ships remained unshakable, always guarding the fleet's glory with due diligence. Their guns continued to spit out flames, waving close defense fire all over the sky, trying to intercept torpedoes. Until they were hit by torpedoes, the hull exploded violently, and the beautiful hull instantly fell apart and shattered.

A huge explosion broke out in the void, and debris flew everywhere, like a gorgeous yet cruel fireworks show.

This is why Horatio did not like war in the previous world.

The first to be eliminated in war are always the bravest and most conscientious people in a nation.

When the most determined and sacrificial elites died in battle, others could no longer bear the brunt of the mess.

But in this dark universe, there is an exception. The bravest and most responsible people in the human nation will have the first chance to ascend the Golden Throne and serve the Lord of Mankind, just like the Vikings who were eager to ascend to the Hall of Heroes called Valhalla after they died in battle.

The braver you are, the less likely you are to die in battle.

Don't ask anything, the answer is that Big E won't accept it! Keep serving humanity!

Seeing the Gothic First Attack Squadron launch torpedoes, the Imperial warships attacking the Tau main fleet also launched torpedoes through the torpedo silos. For a while, the sound of torpedoes being launched came one after another, and the hulls were slightly vibrating, as if playing the prelude to this battle.

Their goal was not to really expect to inflict heavy damage to the enemy directly through torpedoes, but to disrupt the enemy's battle line through saturation torpedo attacks. Once the formation was broken, the Imperial Navy's battle line could drive straight in, split open the main Tau fleet, annihilate it separately, and defeat it one by one.

Their tactics are like a carefully woven trap, waiting for the enemy to step into it step by step.

Of course, if one of the missiles happened to hit an enemy warship, that would be even better.

On the epic.

"Friendly torpedoes are expected to hit the target in about 90 seconds! 57 in total! Densely distributed in a fan-shaped pattern!" Louise stood behind the telescope, her eyes fixed on the speeding torpedoes, not daring to relax for a moment. Her voice was clear and calm, echoing on the bridge.

The bridge of the Epic was completely silent, and everyone held their breath, quietly waiting for the arrival of fate and glory. In their eyes, there was tension, expectation, and more importantly, a desire for victory.

"As majestic as the Lord of Humanity, may your holy light illuminate our way forward." The pure angel Arabella, wearing silver armor, led the nuns and walked lightly through the narrow and stuffy torpedo cabin.

She held an olive branch in her hand, gently dipped the holy water in the bottle, and sprinkled it on the sweating sailors.

The holy water, with its divine power, fell on the sailors, bringing warmth to their hearts and making their aching limbs inexplicably relaxed.

“May the Lord of mankind lead us to glory and true salvation.”

The crew members were shirtless, sweat running down their backs.

As the nuns passed by, they performed a quick, brief prayer of the Eagle, murmuring a prayer to the god on the golden throne.

In the void, the two Tau battleships, five cruisers, and more screen ships tried their best to intercept and fire at the speeding missiles.

The fire from the ship's guns flickered in the darkness, like stars in the night sky, or like the eyes of death.

"Friendly torpedo will hit in about 60 seconds!" Louise looked at Horatio firmly, and shouted.

Horatio tilted his head slightly and nodded. His action was concise and powerful, announcing to the entire ship: The battle has begun!

(End of this chapter)