Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

When do we go out?

From the holographic communication screen in front of Gu Jian came the somewhat impatient voice of Rear Admiral Tius. This naval rear admiral, who had been assigned to the rear fleet, was eager to make a name for himself on the battlefield.

Komi's answer to this was—

"No rush. Let the orcs wear them down first. The destruction of the Planet Killer only deprives Abaddon of a tactical weapon for rapid sieges and conquests; it doesn't fundamentally weaken his offensive. Now that the Gothic Sector is blocked by warp storms, we can't get support and can only do everything we can to minimize our losses."

"Alright, alright..." Major General Tius nodded to Koken with some regret, while Azrael on the screen asked another question.

“Sage Otto, are you really sure we can appear behind the enemy warship? Warp and reality are not the same thing. Every second that passes means our position in reality has changed drastically.”

Komi smiled, tossed out a tarot card, and said, "I'm quite certain about that. The special strike fleet will follow my ship, veering 15 degrees to the left and traveling 23 leagues before stopping."

The Punisher moved in warp according to this command, and the four warships beside it did the same.

Five boats – this is the optimal solution derived by Koji based on his experience with tarot card divination of navigation and consideration of the minimum safe distance for ships.

Too narrow a distance could cause warships to collide, while too wide a distance would push them out of the tarot's predictive range. Koken could only ensure the location of a few warships near the Exterminator; warships of the Imperial People's Empire further away could only navigate out of the warp using traditional methods.

As the orcish dot on the spirit bird divination instrument drew ever closer to the Planet Killer, Komi murmured, "A hunter should have more patience..."

......

"Damn it! Don't those orcs know what fear is?" In contrast to Komi's ease, Sarafiston on the Planet Killer was furious at the orcs' relentless charge.

The orcs pressed the large red button on the engine, closing the distance between them at a speed that the Imperial ships could hardly match. The price they paid was that the orc warships could not turn during the acceleration.

However, the Planet Killer's movements were also clumsy, and the Orcs' inability to turn around was not a combat advantage that could be easily exploited.

A large number of berserk rams attempted to break through the Planet Killer's anti-aircraft guns. The orc pilots on board ignored the blasphemous aura emanating from the Planet Killer and would even roar excitedly after ramming into it.

The ramming boats were a problem, but the sea of ​​torpedoes unleashed by the orc ships made Salafiston grit his teeth just thinking about it. He couldn't remember how many torpedoes his turrets had intercepted; he only knew that the torpedoes released by the orcs were like endless waves.

The bow of the Planet Killer was riddled with holes from torpedoes, and the boarding torpedoes, loaded with Orcs, were piled up on it like barnacles on a whale.

After fighting for so long, Salafist finally snapped out of his reverie about the Planet Killer and realized the ship's vulnerability.

The Planet Killer requires a large number of escort ships! Traveling alone in the void is practically a sitting duck!

"What is the extent of the damage to the warship?" Salafist slapped his hand on the control panel and asked the busy technical sailors on the bridge, receiving an immediate reply from these elites.

"The blasphemous armor is slowly healing under the influence of the Great Power, and the guards inside the Planet Killer are fighting the invading orcs... We roughly estimate that 64,000 orcs have landed on the Planet Killer in the past six hours, and there are still more orcs in the torpedoes."

"Damn it! Damn it! Why are there so many orc pirates here! What is the human empire's navy doing? How can they allow so many orcs to roam around?" Salafiston cursed twice. What he didn't know was that the Gothic Sector fleet failed to curb the growth of the orc pirates in time because of Abaddon's invasion.

But Salafiston was still certain that the Planet Killer would win this naval battle, because its most powerful and deadly Chaos Vortex main cannon had not yet been fired, and its core demons had not yet been engaged in the slaughter of the orcs.

As the vortex core draws energy, the area around the Planet Killer will temporarily sink into warp space, making the demons within the ship even more powerful. The secondary shrieks of souls generated by the accumulating energy will also sweep away any intruders not blessed by the dark forces.

The question now is whether or not to charge it.

The vortex core cannot be charged at all times; there must be a sufficiently long interval to eliminate the chaotic waves within it. Salafiston did not want to disrupt the Warmaster's plans by eliminating some orcs.

After considering the severity of the situation, Sarafiston said, "Open the sacrificial pits! Sacrifice all the slaves we brought out, along with those useless fellows, to those sleeping demons. We can't waste too much time with these orcs!"

"Yes, sir!"

The order was passed down, and those whose minds had become numb from the long terror were brought to the sacrificial altar. They were subjected to cruel torture, and the pain and blood extracted from them became food for the demons.

Chapter 417: I came here to steal your butt, you don't mind, do you?

"Drag them out! Drag them all out! The master needs their souls to awaken the Great One!" the foreman shouted gruffly, using his whip to select the slaves he considered incompetent.

The slave laborers begged and cried out for mercy, but this could not shake the foreman's heart of stone. He knew clearly that if he handed in too few offerings, he would become the next skeleton drained dry in the sacrificial pit.

Fugen, who had been residing in the slave laborer's body to gain more pleasure, was also whipped out by the foreman. Judging from the expression on his face, he was clearly enjoying the blood streaming down his back.

He was shackled and led the other death-fearing zombies toward the sacrificial pit...

A great deal of pain! A great deal of blood! A great deal of souls!

All of this awakened the slumbering demons aboard the Planet Killer. They were inferior to demons capable of wielding various weapons, but this also gave them a savage and dangerous quality.

The demons stormed into various parts of the ship, stopping the orc lads from smashing and destroying it. Their warp razors could easily decapitate the orcs.

Redhead believed that the Death Raiders and the Spiky Shrimp on the Planet Killer had suffered heavy losses in their battle, and now was the time to seize the opportunity.

At his command, the meteorite fleet, ignored by everyone, slowly advanced, maintaining a stable formation as it unleashed its firepower on the fleet of the Deathrattle and the Planet Killer.

The most elite fart-mongers were mobilized, loudly reciting the words of the fart-monger master, even though these words were just made up by them in their own private moments of inspiration and had little to do with the fart-monger master.

Farting devils are not suited for head-on combat, something Redhead has already learned firsthand.

Their uprising was not a haphazard affair; a meticulously planned strategy underpinned their struggle against the injustices suffered by the orcs.

They bombed the orcs' armory, fungal tavern, jumping farm, and orc dormitories almost simultaneously, but even so, they were at a disadvantage in close combat.

The fart demon is too weak, skinny and small. Even a shrimp could easily crush a fart demon by virtue of its size.

But the fart devils are very clever! And very resourceful! Driven by their survival instincts, they always manage to create all sorts of interesting gadgets.

For example, these... novel fart spirit armors

"Pre-landing checks! We Pygmies are determined to smash those orcs' heads into their asses!" A Pygmie technician clung to the back of a Pygmie armored figure, tightening screws with a wrench and tapping the screws occasionally to make sure the oil wouldn't leak out.

Soon, the boarding torpedoes were filled with Pseudo-Spirit armored warriors. They were only a little over two meters tall, which was considered quite large for Pseudo-Spirits.

Although the decorations and weapons vary depending on the individual preferences of the fart spirits, their models can still be distinguished by their body size.

With slender limbs, tall and thin, and wielding a simple automatic cannon with bayonets in each hand, the Pijing armor is a skinny type, known for its agility and flexibility, but with very low defense. A laser gun shot at the joints could even burn them off.

The Fat Man armor, with its sturdy body, short limbs, and missile launchers and flamethrowers strapped to its arms, is a bulky type. Although slow and cumbersome, it possesses excellent frontal defense and can serve as a defensive cover for the Slender type.

The farts inside the armor are the most elite farts under Redhead's command. If they perform normally, their knowledge can even crush that of ordinary technicians. They huddle in the cockpit, controlling the armor to promote the fart master's philosophy.

If Koji were to see these things, he would definitely think of the Tau Empire's combat-suited troops, using technological superiority to compensate for their inferior individual combat capabilities...

The red-headed fart devils joined the battle, and the Death Raider immediately spotted these traitors. He roared angrily in the communication channel, vowing to twist their heads off.

The Orc warships attacking the Planet Killer were split up to target Redhead, making the battlefield even more chaotic.

In the subspace, Komi saw the light spots mixing together on the screen of the Spirit Bird Divination Instrument and immediately gave the order, "The Empire's enemies are already locked in fierce combat. This is the perfect opportunity for us to launch a surprise attack! The special mobile fleet will follow me out of the subspace, and the rest of the warships will proceed according to normal procedures!"

The warp engines were activated, and the Exterminator frigate and the Dark Angel flagship Lionheart Strike Cruiser...

The Dark Angels Empire's strike cruiser, the Unstable Port Empire Navy's Tius's Greatness Grail-class battlecruiser, and Spyr's Dreadnought light cruiser all sailed out of the warp.

Through continuous adjustments to the location using the Spirit Bird Divination Instrument and Tarot cards, the five warships appeared almost simultaneously in the distant rear of the Planet Killer.

"Fire all torpedoes! Disable the enemy's engine system!"

The Exterminator launched two torpedoes, the two Dark Angels strike cruisers launched a total of twenty-four torpedoes, the Tius Greatness launched ten torpedoes, and the Dreadnought launched six torpedoes.

Forty-four torpedoes became the vanguard of the Imperial Navy's strike, and these threats were also displayed on the Planet Killer's detection screens.

"Sir! The Imperial Navy has appeared behind us!" the technical crew shouted in a panic, realizing that the Planet Killer was caught in a pincer attack.

Suppressing the urge to yell, Sarafiston looked closely and felt dizzy when he saw the chapter insignia of the Dark Angels.

"Damn it...damn it..."

Salafiston was distressed by the increasingly unfavorable situation in the war. Realizing that he would be punished by Abaddon no matter what, Salafiston made a decision with bloodshot eyes.

"Charging Vortex Cannon! Tear those orcs to shreds first, then we'll turn around and retaliate against the scum of the Empire!"

"What about torpedoes? We lack anti-aircraft firepower in the rear."

"As long as the Vortex Cannon is charged, the power of the subspace will repair all the damage to this warship. Now do as I say!"

"Yes!"

The vortex energy core at the center of the Planet Killer began to charge, and everyone present could feel that the barrier between reality and illusion had been weakened considerably. The demons that had been wreaking havoc on the warship were also replenished with the desecrated energy, becoming stronger and more bloodthirsty, causing the orcs who had been fighting relentlessly to show signs of defeat.

Boom boom boom!

The Imperial Navy's torpedo struck the Planet Killer; such a ferocious attack, if it had landed squarely, would have been enough to tear a battleship apart. But the Planet Killer was clearly much tougher than a typical battleship; a blasphemous force weakened the power of the torpedo's explosion.

A salvo of torpedoes did not completely disable the Planet Killer's engines, but only made it slower.

"Full speed ahead! That Doomsday Ship's weapons have a longer range than any of our ships!" Komi gave the order and charged ahead, not worried at all that the weak escort ship, the Punisher, would be blown to pieces by stray bullets.

Chapter 418: I shot out a planet with a cannon

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! In the name of the Savior!"

The hangar of the Punisher was the liveliest place on the entire warship. Many fury interceptors equipped with Xuan-style defensive armor were launched into the void, and they were much faster than the huge warship in short-distance flight.

"Jack! How many enemies do you think we can kill this time?" Gunner Tick asked in a gruff voice. Jack in the cockpit could smell the beast's brew just from his voice.

It was a tough battle, everyone said so, and as the first unit to be deployed to the battlefield, Jack and the other fighter crew members were allocated a generous amount of Beast Brew.

Clicking his tongue, Jack decided it wasn't the time to drink to perk himself up. He glanced at the dozen or so skull and crossbones markers next to the cabin, symbolizing kills, and said with a confident smile, "This time we're only going to kill one enemy, that guy who's about the size of a continent!"

Tick ​​laughed heartily, "Hahaha, I like your ambition, kid."

Navigator Harlan, sandwiched between the two, reminded them, "Stop arguing, we're about to enter the enemy's firing range!"

Looking at the Planet Killer ship radiating a blasphemous light in the distance, Jack said with unwavering determination, "We will return alive, laden with glory."

......

An anti-aircraft turret of the Planet Killer, this weapon that unleashes a storm of metal has an appearance that would give a mechanical cleric nightmares.

A huge naked eye peeked out from the scope's cylinder, still covered with shards of broken glass.

The quadruple gun barrels were also entwined with vines made of flesh and blood. Inside the sealed gun compartment was not a complex loading and parrying structure, but a group of living people who were cursed and forever bound to it.

Their bodies were stuck together and could not be separated, their twisted organs grew and connected, eventually becoming a biological loading device that could lift shells from below using bones and muscles to fire.

The gun bay sealed away the horrific truth and the groans of these desperate people. All their pain and desires could only be released through the roar of the cannon. Only by seeing others being torn apart by the cursed ammunition could their utterly depraved hearts find some solace.

His eyes located a furious interceptor, which was Jack's vehicle.

The next second, the shell was loaded in a rapid, creeping motion, and all the abominations were released in an instant.

The gleaming muzzle flash resembled the burning of a soul, and the roaring sound was a mournful shriek that transcended time and space. Just witnessing the use of this weapon could terrify mortals to death.

But for the Exterminator's soldiers, who were used to drinking Beast Brew, these terrifying anti-aircraft guns were just a nuisance to be dealt with.

Jack maneuvered his fighter jet into a complex maneuver, dodging the twisted turret's fire. He then adjusted the fuselage so that the most concentrated firepower was directed at the turret.

The time from identifying the target to firing is only one second. Jack simply presses the trigger lightly with his finger and immediately releases it, then pulls the control stick to raise the nose of the machine gun.

The engagement time must be shortened as much as possible. This is a valuable lesson Jack learned in several air battles, and this bombardment once again proves that Jack's experience was correct.