Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 573 The Spirit of Vengeance

Ships are like sparks, fleeting, making this almost impossible.

But given the absolute order of magnitude difference, this is not impossible.

Taylor immediately ordered the fleet to move closer to the area under their control. Now the wreckage of Cadia has become a shelter for chaos. How ironic.

Those who once loathed the forces of Chaos most now served as cover for the enemy, making it difficult for Imperial artillery to strike accurately.

Secondly, Taylor couldn't find any possibility that they could defeat the enemy head-on.

The difference in numbers is so terrifying. They may have twice the number of warships as we do, and the Eye of Terror is right there, and it won't move.

This was an impossible battle. After all, people believed that attacking the enemy's position would require more than twice the enemy's strength, but now the enemy had that kind of strength.

Besides, this is just a positional battle, and the most troublesome variables have not yet been taken into account.

But Taylor soon realized that his fleet was not without advantages, since what he needed was to turn the "offensive" into a "frontal" or advantageous battle.

Then he must realize that the wreckage of Cadia is actually worth a lot of money.

He immediately ordered the fleet to adjust its direction and rush towards the ruins of Cadia, an order that sounded so much like a suicidal action.

Even Ryan had to say, "I hope the war ends, but this has nothing to do with suicide!"

"We can still wait. With my ability, I can transfer the core figures back to the empire. If we fail this time, there will be next time, and the next time after that."

Taylor responded immediately. "That's you, not me."

"Mortal lifespans are no more than five hundred years, but the Primarchs are practically immortal."

"You and your brother still have many stories to tell, but if a guy like me misses this last chance, all that's left is the pain that comes with failure, which belongs to us."

"For the last time, for the last time, these words are a spell that drives people crazy, Ryan, old man."

"You can return anytime you want. My ship has a warp drive. It has some greenskin technology that can bypass the warp storm and ignore the vicious curse of Chaos."

"But before you leave, you have to take down my black obelisk and install it on the Damocles!"

Ryan smiled wryly now. "Yeah, for the last time."

"Sometimes my brother and I have too many opportunities and not enough to worry about. We have long lives and countless resources, which are gifts from our father."

"Most of the brothers take it for granted. The few who cherish it are probably Sanguinius and Horus. Of course, I was not among them before, and now I probably owe something."

"Maybe Ruth knows too."

"To be honest, Khan probably understands it too."

"Life cannot be wasted or squandered. This is the greatest mistake the Emperor made when he created us, which was to give us endless vitality and resources."

"I think this time I'm the one to do something stupid with you."

Ryan rubbed his white beard. He knew very well that he had been away from the empire for ten thousand years. During those years, mortals were able to support this huge empire and it could still do so without him.

Although it was a bit too cruel to hand over all the responsibility to his younger brother Guilliman, Lion had to do it now.

He couldn't help but sigh at how similar he looked to the Wolf King Leman Russ, who had plunged into the Warp to find a cure for the Emperor. Or was his brother, whom he had always denied, really as smart and insightful as he thought?
Ryan was savoring those things carefully at this moment. He thought of his brothers who might still be alive, such as the Fire Dragon Lord Vukan, or Russ.

There is still hope, and they will come back one after another.

Now Ryan laughed, laughed like a Fenrisian, and shouted.

"My good friend, what crazy plans or crazy ideas do you have?"

Seeing Ryan's determination, Taylor replied, "Let's put it this way. If we consider the remains of Cardia as an obstacle, then those things are the biggest trouble in the world."

"But if you think about it carefully, there is absolutely no need or need for us to regard them as obstacles. We can definitely use them."

"In terms of the strength of our warships, they have all been modified to varying degrees, and some are equipped with dark matter weapons. Their power, especially in close combat, is very strong."

"Torpedoes are our best weapon. If used properly, they can easily create a one-on-many effect in a short period of time."

"The problem is how to launch multiple rounds of torpedoes while ensuring the survivability of the battleship. That means urban combat!"

Ryan frowned, and the handsome old man immediately understood the trick and said.

"If Horus, my brother, is the smartest strategist in humanity's 2 years, then you are the craziest strategist in humanity's years!"

"Indeed, we don't need to be so far away from the enemy and be so obsessed with bombing them. We have better options."

"If it comes to close combat, our shields and armor far outperform the enemy. As long as we advance steadily, we can easily resolve most problems."

"Then charge towards the wreckage, shields up, armor ready!"

Ryan became more excited than Taylor at this moment. He was the primarch of the empire and a beast from the ancient stars.

Now he displays terrifying intelligence and command abilities that rival those of his brothers, transforming into a precise humanoid computer.

He also began to calculate the means the Imperial Fleet would need to approach the ruins, the angles to avoid bombardment, and most importantly, the formation and speed of advance.

His skill was soon on display, as most of the enemy fire was either deflected by armor or evaded with his impressive maneuverability, performing an almost impossible miracle.

The fast-moving fleet put the enemy under intense pressure. Finally, when the fleet sank into the ruins of Cadia, Abaddon angrily began to smash everything he could see.

Obviously he had realized what the enemy wanted to do, but he was powerless to do anything about it. When the warships disappeared from the auspicious instrument, Abaddon could only ask his army to begin gathering.

He needed the ships to form defensive groups of three to maintain their numerical advantage.

But soon, news of their fleet being destroyed began to reach his bridge one by one, and finally Abaddon said in pain.

"That damn guy only knows how to use tactics like a tiny rodent, not a strong man!"

But if Taylor were here today, he would say it openly.

Have you ever played Beast Chess?

Rats are better than elephants!

(End of this chapter)