Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 156 Shattering the Alien's Pride
The Horanion fleet entered firing range. The alien warships were gleaming and clean, showing no fear in the face of hundreds of human warships.

They are proud knights, riding steel steeds, charging towards enemy ships that outnumber them.

Light flashed between the First Fleet ships as eight main cruisers opened fire, sending brilliant streams of energy streaking across the cosmos.

"how is this possible?"

Before the aliens could even laugh or mock the barrage of energy beams fired by humans, they realized the direction of the shots was off.

The Horanion's communication channels were screaming as they witnessed an incredible scene through simulated images.

The weapon systems of the human warships fired orange light spears that illuminated the void. The spear rays defied the laws of physics, bending and turning in the void as if they were living things with eyes.

"Turn! Turn!" The bizarre scene made the fleet commander shout urgently, his slippery, pus-like voice suddenly becoming shrill.

Its instructions were swift, directing the fleet to deviate from its original course and evade human attacks.

The fleet had to change course, despite the strong gravitational deflection and the overwhelming human firepower.

Once the gravitational field becomes overloaded, they will face concentrated fire from the entire fleet.

The universe is vast; even if the energy beam of the light spear travels at the speed of light, it would still take ninety light-seconds to hit the target at its maximum distance.

Ninety seconds is enough time for the ship to take evasive action and leave the firing position.

Despite the existence of "divination arrays" responsible for predicting ship movements in fleet naval battles, the hit rate at long range remains very low.

Therefore, in space naval warfare, to avoid wasting physical ammunition and ensure the hit rate of various weapons, it is necessary to close the distance for duels as much as possible.

The alien warships were very agile, turning towards the right flank of the First Fleet, forcing the left flank of the fleet to pursue them.

It's quite reasonable; in a situation where you're outnumbered, such a decision is perfectly logical.

By disrupting the formation of the superior side and with the fleet densely packed, many warships dared not fire, lest they accidentally damage their own ships.

"Continue forward, maintain a relative distance from the alien, and stabilize the firing frequency of the light spears."

Doom pondered for a moment on his throne, then gave the order, his mind racing as he looked at the holographic image.

He had never fought a real naval battle; all his orders were based on accurate assessments of the existing situation.

If the enemy disrupts the First Fleet, he cannot allow Horanion to achieve his goal of maintaining the fleet's posture and continuing to advance.

Fully leveraging the advantages of the First Fleet, with its weapons capable of long-range and accurate strikes, we must not allow ourselves to be disrupted by the aliens' tactical maneuvers.

Aliens fight aliens, humans fight humans, everyone fights their own way.

A smile crept onto Doom's lips; he immediately understood.

The scale of the battlefield is changing, the tactical systems are changing, but the mindset of war has never changed.

With this thought in mind, everything became clear.

A holographic control panel floated in front of him, displaying the battlefield changes in real time within a spherical three-dimensional space.

With a light swipe of his finger, he casually issued a few commands, and the fleet quickly changed formation.

The first flanking fleet continued to encircle the aliens, while a "fist fleet" was drawn out from the main fleet group and advanced at full speed to pursue them.

Like the ancient sport of boxing, the left hand delivers a powerful punch while the right hand maneuvers to await the opportune moment.

Doom's maneuvering was precise, and the dispatched fleet had ample firepower, continuously firing at the alien fleet.

The battle between the two sides unfolded on a galactic scale, with every move a testament to their strategic brilliance.

After a long journey, the first batch of light spears finally approached the alien warship, carrying the causal "sure hit" effect, and pierced towards Horanion's excessively perfect mirrored ship equipment.

The light spear had a strange posture; the beam of scorching energy resembled a red snake, twisting and turning in the chaotic gravitational field, struggling to break free from its constraints.

Ultimately, to Horanion's disbelief, it penetrated the gravitational field and struck the ship precisely.

At extremely long distances, the energy of the light spear decreases by 90%, leaving only a high-temperature red mark on the smooth armor.

Although it did not penetrate the armor, the deterrent effect of the light spear's hit far outweighed its destructive power.

Why are intelligent beings so fearless? Because they have something to rely on.

Eight warships attacking a hundred warships is something no one with common sense would do, unless they are crazy or stupid.

Horanion's reliance stemmed from the sense of superiority he had accumulated through long-term plunder of humanity.

The abominable aliens knew that the firepower of human warships could not break through the gravitational field, so they were fearless.

Now, human weapons are like hands slapping them across the face; though it doesn't hurt, it's incredibly loud.

Shatter the long-accumulated sense of superiority and overturn the complacency that makes one fearless.

"Break out." The fleet commander made a decisive decision, ordering the fleet to disperse and break out into the void beyond the star system.

"You must leave and return home to inform your people about everything that has happened here."

Its energy glands suddenly stopped, and it said regretfully, "Humans are no longer an object of our arbitrary bullying; they have returned to settle scores." "Our race has avoided the human's advance and hidden deep within the void. Humans cannot remain powerful forever; as time passes, our race will rise again!"

Outside the porthole, the human attacks grew stronger with each wave, and as the distance closed, the power of the light spears began to manifest.

The warship was shaking, and burn holes appeared on its smooth exterior, with the outer armor melting under the high temperature.

Horanion's warships are melting, and the confidence he has built is crumbling.

At this moment, their arrogance vanished, and they realized with a start how cold the universe was and how fiery the light spears were.

Under Doom's command, the fleet's maneuverability became increasingly agile, and he made various bold attempts.

The First Fleet was broken up into smaller units, with a hundred warships maintaining its strength while all of them were scattered throughout the star system to hunt down the alien warships.

Despite possessing an absolute advantage in firepower, Doom paid more attention to command details and honed the fleet's coordination and reaction.

The alien warships separated and headed in different directions, their panicked appearance resembling that of large fish in a pond.

"Go and capture a tongue." Doom ordered the Doom Soldier to attack via the telepathic link as he saw the alien preparing to break through.

"As you wish!"

The response from the genetic offspring was overwhelming; they were finally able to showcase their talents under the watchful eye of the Father of Genetics.

In the First Fleet Group, a strike ship's engine emitted a surge of particles, causing it to accelerate rapidly and break away from the battle formation.

Its objective is clear: to target the enemy's largest warship, which is likely the enemy's command flagship.

broken!

On the Horanion, the fleet commander felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that the enemy was coming for them.

"Shoot! Shoot!" it quickly issued the command to attack, feeling a mix of panic and smugness.

The panicked human warships rushed forward at high speed, but their light spears were all swallowed up by the enemy ships' shields. After their own warships separated, their firepower became somewhat weak.

The enemy warships are approaching with obvious intentions; the humans are planning a boarding maneuver to enter the ships and wreak havoc.

The fleet has a firepower advantage, yet it still goes to such lengths; it's clear they want to capture us.

The commander was secretly pleased. Human arrogance would lead to death. Horanion warriors fear no enemy.

Growing up near a cluster of black holes, the Horanion's bodies are forged through countless trials, and every member of their race is born a warrior.

Humans, with their frail bodies, have no chance of defeating the Horanion warriors; those who board the ship are simply throwing their lives away.

Its visual sensors were fully activated, and it stared intently at the holographic image, watching the human warships rush towards it at high speed to their deaths.

"Fellow tribesmen, guests have arrived. Annihilate them!" The commander exclaimed menacingly, his energy glands flashing with near-death excitement.

Just as it predicted, the moment the two warships passed each other, the human boarding ships were launched.

"Brothers! For the father of genetics!"

Even with his voice deliberately lowered, it was still clear and crisp; he was one of the first ten soldiers.

"For the father of genetics!"

The Doom Slayer's growl, at first listen, doesn't evoke much passion or any emotional response.

But the passion hidden within is as fiery as a star.

The super-intelligent chip was calculating and continuously providing real-time data. The four hot-melt doors of the boarding boat were activated, melting through the old wounds on the enemy ship that had been melted by the light spears.

bang~
The boarding boat crashed into the warship, and the moment it stopped, the restraints on the Doom Soldier's shoulders popped off.

Within a tenth of a second of the boat door opening, ten Doomsday Warriors rushed out, and within a few nanoseconds, the tactical eyepieces had analyzed the battlefield environment.

The alien ship's exterior is smooth as a mirror, but its interior is extremely ugly, creating a striking contrast.

The interior was not a clean corridor, but rather a series of ugly, charcoal-like circular channels filled with a slippery liquid.

The boarding boat was scorched by the heat, and the liquid evaporated into gas, which spread throughout the boarding area.

"Light the blades and kill them!" Ra issued the command via the mental link, as communication couldn't keep up with their speed.

The helmet features multiple assistive systems that rapidly analyze Horanion's physiological structure and construct an effective scanning method.

Soon, translucent slugs, each two meters tall and four or five meters long, were outlined by the scanner.

In an instant, the super-intelligent chip moved even faster, and the moment the brainwaves arrived, the composite cannon on the left shoulder opened fire fiercely.

A bright ring appearing at the muzzle of a composite cannon is a symbol of firing an incendiary weapon.

The explosive ray is deadly and terrifying; targeting unarmored flesh, it will instantly ignite the victim.

(End of this chapter)