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Chapter 56: Word Bearers: Unbeatable

"Reporting, we have entered the orbit of the third planet and are expected to enter contact range within thirty minutes."

The Inquisition Fleet, which led the Combined Fleet, reported again that the Word Bearers Fleet decisively chose to move away upon discovering that the Combined Fleet, which had a numerical advantage, had come into contact with them.

The opponent gave up very quickly.

No less impressive than the Dark Eldar Archon who heard of Slaanesh.

Whether it's the Word Bearers or the Inquisition's fleet.

The former began to flee towards the inner side of the galaxy when they saw the fleet.

The latter ignored Aglaya one moment, and chose to obey orders the next moment.

The time travelers were very surprised when they saw this scene.

"The senior officers of the Origin Tracing Order's fleet are all from the hereditary nobility of Terra. If their cowardly behavior at this moment were reported according to normal procedures, it would be enough for the High Lords Council to execute three generations of their blood relatives."

Aglaia explained in the encrypted channel, her slender white fingers swiping across the glow of the tactical star map.

"These noble children are the most loyal arms of the Tracing Origin Order. Their true identities are only kept in the Grand Inquisitor's think tank."

The Inquisitor's left bionic eye flickered across the dark blue of the data stream, and his armored glove tapped the family crest on the holographic projection.

"From the embryonic stage, their genomes are branded with the principle of family supremacy. Some may not fear personal death, but no one can afford the price of having their entire family expelled from the Assassin's Court."

As for those rare rebels? Are there some who don't care about their family?
It's impossible that hundreds of family members don't care about the family, right?

Then these Terran nobles deserve to be exterminated by the Assassin's Court. They can't even do their job of training reliable arms for the Emperor's agents. Do you still deserve to live and serve the Emperor?!

Of course, the Assassin's Court is not afraid of receiving false news that is threatening to these noble children. These powerful guys have plenty of ways to verify the authenticity of the news.

At least as far as Aglaia knew, no Inquisitor of the Order of Origin had ever successfully deceived the Assassin's Court.

"So, as long as we have the true information about these secret agents and ensure their absolute loyalty to the Golden Throne, they will obey like puppets."

Aglaia said so.

She also has access to internal information about the Inquisitorial Fleet.

"I see."

Romulus understood, it was like a demon having its real name known to him.

The overlap between the Emperor and the Four Gods has increased significantly.

But the young inquisitor Aglaia is also quite powerful.

They had communicated when they first came on board. This girl had only been out of Terra for two years.

In just such a short time, she had investigated the secrets of the Grand Inquisitor, tracked them all the way to the Pierrede star field, wiped out a Dark Eldar stronghold in the middle, brought in an expedition fleet and an exploration fleet, and also got the information of the people under the Grand Inquisitor.

It has to be said that this professional ability is not ordinary among the group of strong judges.

Romulus couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the imperial bureaucracy is full of insects, the war machines around him are trustworthy.

The crisis-ridden galaxy and the Schrödinger-like logistics of the empire have already forged this group of people into an elite force capable of carving out a way out in desperate situations.

Romulus cast his eyes toward the observation dome.

The combined fleets formed a torrent of steel, weaving a net around the sun. The silver-grey warships of the Inquisition herded the Chaos fleet like sheepdogs, while the crimson energy trails of the Expeditionary Fleet drew deadly arcs through deep space. This slow, precise hunt reminded him of the killer whale hunts depicted in Earth documentaries.

When the explorer fleet made its third tactical change, the pincer formation of eight cruisers bore a striking resemblance to the spiral formation used by ancient Terran marine mammals to drive schools of fish.

"Lord Romulus."

The voice of Archmagos Cawl of the Mechanicus was transmitted over the data link, and his thought matrix was deducing the battle situation through the secondary processors on each warship.

"Please give the order."

Under pressure, the enemy has fallen into the trap woven by Cawl, and the only way to move away is to overcome the gravity of the star.

This is a good opportunity for the fleet to quickly close the distance.

"Follow your thinking, great sage."

Romulus had no experience in commanding naval battles. He didn't even understand the specific command mode of the combined fleet and was still confused about the mode of interstellar naval warfare.

However, he could roughly judge that the other party's mind might not be very clear due to the chaos pollution. At least he would still consider the gravitational effect when running away.

Kohl was not polite either. The other party's wait-and-see attitude towards unfamiliar things won his favor.

Among the high-ranking officials in the empire today, few are willing to delegate power in unfamiliar areas. Most people, even if they have no idea what to do, still cling to power.

Because they can only trust themselves.

"The Inquisitorial Fleet will penetrate head-on. The Expeditionary Fleet will accelerate towards the marked location. The Carcharhinus will maintain a shared route and operate freely."

The plasma turrets of more than ten Mechanicus warships rotated simultaneously, and the energy beams heated to a blazing white were woven into warps and latitudes of death, instantly overloading the void shields, and then melting the three Word Bearers frigates into boiling metal clouds.

Most Mechanicus fleets are not good at boarding combat, and this shortcoming naturally results in ferocious firepower far exceeding that of the Imperial Navy.

The Word Bearers fleet simply abandoned the captured cruiser "Pride of Terra".

Then, the formation was deployed with the Desolate Messenger-class battleships as the core of the fleet, and the flesh and blood armor on the surface of the demonic ships opened countless fangs and huge mouths.

Torrents of dark green plasma gushed out from these flesh turrets, colliding with the void shields of the Imperial fleet, creating sulfur-colored ripples.

boom--

A Cobra-class destroyer was hit continuously. The moment the void shield collapsed, the bow observation tower was directly dissolved into a skeleton by plasma.

Sound cannot be transmitted in a vacuum, but when the flying debris hit the hull of the ship, it still brought with it a few remnants of this surging force.

"Nova Cannon fully charged."

A prompt came from the servoskull, followed by a binary roar that exploded across the bridge.

As soon as he finished speaking, several beams of light appeared in the dark void.

Several ships came to a standstill. At the moment of firing, the power of the entire ship was drained, and the lights shining in the starry sky disappeared.

A beam of light with a diameter of tens of meters tore through the battlefield, and the Chaos fighters that passed by were instantly vaporized, leaving only a few ghostly tracks on the sensors. The projectiles accelerated to nearly the speed of light directly hit the cruiser that had lost its escort fleet.

In a burst of brilliant fire, the three Destruction-class Chaos Cruisers were dismantled by more than ten beams of light and disintegrated into several pieces in space.

As the debris pushed out by the shock wave swept across the space, the captains of all ships in the Mechanicus fleet automatically sounded their sirens.

This was the triumphant agreement set by the Forge World of Mars, causing every ship to tremble in the vacuum, transforming the destructive beauty of the nova cannon into a binary hymn.

(End of this chapter)