Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 629 06.0628: "Collapse"

"I! Catosicarius! Lord of the Ultramarines' Watch! Archduke of the House of Talasar! Champion of the Knights of Macragge! High Lord of Ultramar! Grand Master of the March of Five Hundred Worlds! Challenge these xenos to an honorable duel! For Ultramar! For Five Hundred Worlds! Break out of the Warp! Kill them!"

In the global communication channel, Cato Sicarius's unique voice full of pride and ambition resounded like thunder.

He held his head high, his eyes sparkling, as if his gaze could penetrate the screen and pierce the enemy's heart. He looked like a king who was about to embark on a glorious journey.

At first glance, the voice sounded like that of a young nobleman of about twenty-five or twenty-six, full of vigor and energy, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, who was proudly declaring war on the whole world.

But at this moment, these words were like a raging fire, igniting people's emotions and making their blood boil, because the speaker's strength was worthy of these heroic words.

On the Cardinal Porras, an adjutant stepped forward quickly, looking respectful, and reported to Admiral Samuel Hood: "Admiral, according to your order, we made a micro-space jump in the direction of the Epic. God Emperor, we appeared next to this isolated ship in time."

Admiral Samuel Hood nodded slightly, "Connect to the Epic's bridge."

On the Epic, Horatio restrained his ecstasy of praising the Emperor and Samuel, and quickly and nervously commanded everyone on the bridge according to the reversed battle situation, with beads of sweat on his forehead. At this time, the majestic face of Fleet Commander Samuel Hood popped up on the screen in front of him.

"Thank you for your hard work, Commander Cochrane. The entire fleet witnessed your feat today. You sank a battleship and severely damaged a battleship. What a remarkable achievement! When I was your age, I only captured an enemy cruiser at close range."

Horatio took the handkerchief from Yin Shuyao, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and responded modestly: "You are too kind, Sir Hood.

You and Lord Sicarius arrived just in time, otherwise we would have had no choice but to abandon the air fleet and make an emergency jump. If we had lost such an excellent air fleet, I would have blamed myself for a long, long time."

"Don't worry about such problems now, Lieutenant Commander, go deal with the problems on your ship, leave this to us now!"

Samuel Hood waved his hand, turned to face the battleship bridge that was several kilometers wide and flashing with lights, and shouted loudly: "All gun ports, Fire at Will!"

The Retribution-class battleship, which was the first to bear the brunt, rushed towards the Tau screen fleet that was chasing the Epic like an angry beast.

The artillery on both sides spewed out fire, and took the lead in firing a uniform salvo of plasma macro-cannons.

Instantly, a dark blue ball of light shot out like a meteor, hitting the approaching frigates on both sides, turning them into blazing fireballs wrapped in plasma. Her engine spewed out dazzling golden flames, and in the dark universe, she became the brightest star in the entire scene.

The battleship instantly increased its force and charged forward, with its majestic and deadly ramming horn, menacingly rushing towards the group of light cruisers gathered in front of it.

"Quick, fire at the enemy ship! Make an emergency turn! It's coming towards us!" On the Tau warship, the crew shouted in horror. They were willing to sacrifice themselves for the Greater Good, but not in such a useless way.

The railgun shells hit the battleship's triple void shield like drizzle. Until the void giant came close to them, they had not even broken the first layer of void shield.

The light cruiser's futile attack failed to cause any damage to the Cardinal Porras.

The heavy Seeker missiles launched in a panic failed to form an effective salvo. Less than 100 kilometers away from the close defense circle, they were all destroyed by countless close defense artillery and turned into brilliant sparks.

The Retribution-class battleship rushed towards one of the Envoy-class light cruisers that was half a beat slow in turning due to afterburner.

The fully charged power ram flashed with a disintegration field and penetrated the hull like a hot knife through butter.

The ram pierced through the flat hull and pushed out diagonally from the top. Then, the huge bow shield pressed down, further expanding the gap caused by the ram until the battleship was torn apart from the middle.

The twisted and deformed wreckage of the ship drifted in the universe.

Behind the Cardinal Bolas, on the battle barge commanded by Catosicarius, the huge bombardment turret also found its prey. As the muzzle that could hold the bow of the Epic lit up with dazzling light, the bombardment turret fired shells with a diameter of 100 meters into the thin body of the screen ship at a very close distance.

This scene was exactly like the scene when Sicarius executed the Water Clan civilian during the previous battle to retake Ometula. The iron foot stepped on the alien's chest, and the battleship's "organs" immediately splashed everywhere.

"Ether, I suggest that all ships retreat urgently! Our formation is in disarray now, and it will be split in ten minutes."

The Fire Warrior captain looked anxious and gave advice to Ether, while pointing to the Imperial Navy's main fleet and rearguard fleet that were converging on both sides.

Ether stared at the two Imperial battleships below, which were engaged in a chaotic battle and slaughtering the guard ships wantonly. He frowned and gritted his teeth as he ordered, "Retreat, retreat to your home world, I have to regroup the fleet! This matter is not over yet, we have a long way to go!"

"Yes!" The Fire Warrior Captain took the order and quickly conveyed the instructions.

On the Epic, after receiving a message, the power department director Leidos shouted excitedly: "Captain! We have replaced the damaged functional pipeline! The engine groups of the Epic have resumed normal operation!"

"The enemy wants to escape." Horatio pointed at the Envoy-class light cruiser that had been chasing him relentlessly, and said in a deep voice, "Board this battleship! It won't get away today!"

Whoosh! A beam of blue light, carrying the warriors' determination, pierced into the engine compartment of the Epic.

Immediately afterwards, the engine room was filled with the sound of fierce gunfire. The Hell's Vanguards were agile and engaged in a fierce battle in the hail of bullets. After killing the enemy in the engine room of the enemy ship, they quickly placed a time bomb on the engine group.

Bang! With a dull thud, the Envoy-class battleship shook violently.

Then, its shield disappeared like bubbles, and its engine lost its brilliant luster, becoming dull and crumbling in the universe.

"Courage and Honour!"

"We march for Macragge!"

Amid passionate slogans, boarding bays swarmed out from the "Emperor's Will", the battle barge of the Second Company of the Ultramarines.

Hundreds of boarding pods were like blue meteors, blooming in all directions, rushing towards the surrounding warships, ignoring their shields and smashing directly into the depths of the warships.

"Captain, I have never seen such a fragile hull. We only used half of the power and crashed into the core module." A sergeant reported to Sicarius with mockery of the alien.

"Kill all these aliens and the traitors above. Remember, killing is our most direct means of spreading the Emperor's will. He is proud of our decisiveness and courage!" Sicarius said coldly and arrogantly with a stern look in his eyes and his big hand on the sword.

"Yes, sir!" The sergeant clenched his fist and banged it hard on his chest. The next second, the roar of the chainsaw sword and the enemy's dying wail were heard over the communication.

Gothic Fleet Rear Fleet.

"Commander! The enemy is trying to escape from the battle." A staff officer reported to Edward Peru with a nervous look.

"Launch static field bombs. All ships, aim at the enemy's engines!" Major General Peru immediately ordered, his eyes revealing determination, "At the same time, fire a salvo of nova cannons to dismantle that pile of rotten copper and iron power system."

"As you command, Commander."

call out!
A jamming bomb was transmitted via the subspace engine, precisely into the middle of the retreating enemy fleet.

(End of this chapter)