This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 58 I’m on it!
"All ships prepare for a counterattack, and the exploration fleet retreats."

Kaul's voice was heard again on the communication channel.

The command throne where he was now was enveloped by data streams, and on the holographic star map, hundreds of scarlet cursors were pouring out from the belly of the enemy ship.

They were boarding torpedoes loaded with Chaos Space Marines and various blasphemous creatures, each warhead studded with screaming living rams.

The Imperial Fleet immediately changed its formation, and the warships that were still pouring down artillery fire immediately headed in the opposite direction at full speed.

The Dawn naturally chose to retreat.

But surprisingly, a considerable number of the torpedoes locked onto this ordinary-looking ship.

The boarding torpedoes that emerged from the belly of the Chaos battleship, with screaming heads embedded in their living rams, ignored the nearby Inquisition warships and suddenly turned collectively, rushing towards the Aurora as if being called.

"Strike Group One is silent, activate Strike Group Two to intercept."

The escort fighters that flew out of the hangar penetrated the torpedo group in a suicide-style manner, and the plasma ejected by the close-in defense guns burst into burning sparks in the void.

The ignited Chaos Vehicle's distorted internal structure was revealed in the explosion.

An unintercepted torpedo slammed into the side of the ship, and strange smoke rose when the corrosive slime came into contact with the adamantine armor, burning a large number of holes.

As the alarm red light of the holographic star map splashed onto Caul's metal face, the data tentacles of the Mechanicus's Archmagos were injecting new encrypted instructions into the fleet array, and then integrating the data of the contents of the shattered torpedoes.

He gazed at the results and breathed a sigh of relief.

Cawl had always been wary of Chaos's pervasive ambitions, but the idea that just a few dozen Chaos Space Marines and some cultists could threaten the Dawn seemed like a bit too much.

Keeping up the attack on the boarding torpedoes, Cawl sent a warning to Romulus.

"The Chaos Space Marines have massed boarding you with boarding torpedoes. I will report to you where the torpedoes landed."

Romulus glanced sideways.

Everyone understood, and Karna headed towards the crowded area on the middle deck of the warship.

Arthur left silently, and Ramses followed him and began to observe the outside world in the safe house without making any noise.

Aglaia looked around, but finally suppressed his curiosity and stayed where he was.

Thanks to the Emperor's favor, ever since she came into contact with the ancient warriors, she felt that her unlucky and high-pressure life had finally ushered in a slightly easier day.

Silence meant tacit agreement, and any taboos would be made clear directly. The most profound impression left by dealing with these four ancient warriors was that Aglaia found that he was finally treated as a human being.

In these warriors, she did not see the extremes and high pressure that were now deeply engraved in the bones of the empire.

Therefore, Aglaia, who has always had a strong curiosity about the identities of these ancient warriors and the history they carry, usually gets some historical records from these warriors to facilitate writing his own research topics.

Arthur is the one who talks the least among the four. He will talk about anything that does not involve the history of the Loyalist Legion. He looks very indifferent, but he is actually surprisingly easy to talk to.

The second is Ramses. As long as people are willing to exchange all kinds of knowledge they have mastered, he doesn't mind using artistically processed words to tell the history of that era.

The other two are a bit more airtight. One likes to talk to you about humanities and arts, and the other one just keeps asking you questions, as if the person you are talking to is not a person but a parliament that is analyzing you.

But the omen told Aglaia that following him this time would definitely not be good for her.

Aglaia thought for a while and decided to stay on the bridge.

She believes this now.

Seeing this, Romulus once again turned his gaze to the battlefield, continuing to witness this wild dance full of steel and energy. The data in his sight intertwined with each other, drawing out models.

boom--

The two escort boats collided with the torpedo swarm on intersecting trajectories, and immediately collided with two torpedoes, and the burning metal twisted into a ball in space. Under the interception of numerous defensive firepower, several torpedoes finally escaped and penetrated the side of the Aurora.

When the heat melted through the thick multi-layer armor plates, the pressure difference in the cabin directly turned the three servitors performing dangerous operations into vacuum-packed blood bags.

"The lower node on the broadside has been hit. The enemy core has been marked. Move quickly to the target location. Think Tank units will conduct psychic suppression and ensure the damage is limited. The fire team will prioritize clearing other areas."

The order from Romulus sounded.

"receive."

The power armor of the dark knight and the mage cast shadows in the trembling corridor, and the eyepiece flashed with the data stream sent by Romulus.

The pipeline network in the area hit by the torpedo perfectly overlapped with the holographic model of the "Dawn".

call--

As the Word Bearers wizard's staff lit up, a fluorescent blue goo oozed from the bulkhead.

Eighteen guards, their armor crawling with writhing runes, burned away the obstructing servitors with plasma fire, blasting the ritual pattern of the Thousand Eyes' Nest into the adamantine deck.

"Destroy the false emperor's ships."

Foam swelled up in the crystal liquid, and the contents of the torpedoes that had not completed boarding appeared in the spacious cabin as the foam burst.

Chaos cultists surged out.

"Stop the fate of the false emperor!"

The wizard's staff slammed down on the ground, and the entire cabin was suddenly covered in mirrors.

It recorded every detail on the battleship, and the projected image appeared in the wizard's mind.

Quickly scanning every piece of information on the mirror, the wizard found that these images seemed to be missing something.

Whose orders were the people on the bridge following? Who was the Inquisitor talking to? Why did the empty corridor attract everyone's awe-inspiring gazes?
Why are those people on the lower deck still full of hope for their future in breaking into the ship?

Why is this happening?

This confused the wizard, as this was his most confident spell.

It was because of this spell that the Word Bearers were able to find the location of the Nemesis Company's extermination weapons in the first place and destroy the last resistance force of the Sons of Guilliman.

He quickly turned on the communication.

"Reaper Squad, if you hear me, please reply."

There was no sound on the other end of the line.
The wizard grabbed a cultist and threw him into the Broken Mirror.

The mirror showed the fate of the Reaper team, three bodies shattered into pieces by countless projectiles.

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The wizard didn't believe it, so he inserted the probe deep into the skull and began to stimulate the nerves, sending psychic communications to one team after another.

Somehow, his connection to the Supreme Being had weakened since he had been aboard the ship.

It was not until the ninth boarding team was contacted that a voice was heard.

"It's a trap, wizard!"

(End of this chapter)