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After a round of shooting, there was no trace of enthusiasm for fighting. The naval captain immediately led the advance team to retreat and merged with the main force of the Gothic fleet. He was not sure what this strange situation was about. All he could do at this moment was to act cautiously.

Turning the ship's bow, the radiance of stars shined straight into the portholes. The small reconnaissance fleet quickly returned, with the broken spirit bone spiers behind it looming in the empty space. The plasma thruster gently drew a faint flame tail at the end of the battleship, and the main ship of the Gothic Fleet in the distance was getting closer and closer.

"Something seems to be wrong..." The captain suddenly instinctively felt the danger, but before he could react, a sharp pain came from his waist. It was the power sword he had placed on the table.

The deck beneath his feet was twisted and deformed, and the entire ship was weightless and flipping over. The small reconnaissance ship was torn in half, and a large amount of objects poured out from the depressurized cabin.

In just an instant, the body of this veteran naval captain who had experienced many battles was riddled with holes from pens, cups, nuts and other objects, and the flesh and blood exposed in the vacuum directly exploded into a ball of blood mist.

"Enemy... attack..." Before dying, the captain failed to say the last two words.

The plasma reactors of the small ships were detonated in space one after another, exploding into a series of not dazzling fires. Many crew members were unable to see the true face of the attackers until they died. Only a few who had been transformed by prosthetics and wore prosthetic eyes. Only a few seconds before the ship exploded, a person could barely capture it, a faint shadow.

The transparent shadow was like a ghost, shuttling between the formations of the reconnaissance team and defeating the guerrillas one by one, without them noticing at all.

"Ha... you stupid monkeys, I'm afraid you won't understand who killed you until your death." In the base fortress of the Spirit Bone Spire, the elder of the blood-skinned Haemonculus secretly laughed secretly.

It was laughing at human beings' ignorance and arrogance, and at the funny way these monkeys were unaware of the impending disaster.

Guilliman's fleet docked in the sky above the main star Darnak and the hive capital Quintus and stood ready. The complete destruction of the reconnaissance team made them even more vigilant. But this kind of vigilance is meaningless, because the battle ships of the Dark Eldar have already touched their faces.

There are groups of smart shadows hidden between the illusory curtains, and they are already approaching within 1000 kilometers of Danax Star Port.

That is the effect of the 'Void Veil', whether it is covering oneself with the curtain of subspace to block all damage from the real universe, or covering oneself under the veil to block conventional auspices and electromagnetic phased arrays mounted on imperial warships. The scans are all the effect of this ancient spiritual relic called the 'Void Veil'.

If conventional subspace navigation is like diving into the deep sea and swimming forward, then the effect of the Void Veil is to allow the ship to paddle in the shallows of the Sea of ​​Souls. Although the dive is not deep, it is enough to shield most of the sea. The routine from the physical universe hurts.

It was a technology developed by the Eldar during the War in Heaven to fight against the Star Gods and Necrontyrs. It was used to counteract the ridiculously high-damage decomposition weapons and energy shocks of the Necrons and Star Gods. Now it is used against humans. It is true that he is wielding a dragon-slaying knife to kill a chicken.

"But who makes these chickens so annoying?" Elder Xue Lingren chuckled.

A spearhead squad has already rushed to the Ultramarines' flagship, Macragge's Glory, on a small strike ship covered with a Void Veil. The well-equipped Dark Eldar war wizards in the cabin are already eager to try.

It would be easy to detonate the ship directly with powerful ancient relics, but it would be more in line with their wishes to cut off the head of the original body with their own hands and bring the skull of the Emperor's Children back to Commorragh.

Chapter 331 Burning

The cracking beams emitted by the two black stone fortresses gradually extinguished, the corners of the cross rotated and closed, and the black spiers that were broken into two parts loomed in the distance.

Weapons such as physical shells, plasma, and laser beams were continuously projected onto the spire, but to no avail.

The spire carved with blasphemous art drifted across the empty space of the galaxy under the impetus of psychic power, drifting towards the direction of Danak Prime. No matter what weapons Guilliman's fleet used or how much firepower it fired, it could not cause any damage to this Eldar building. Its advance was unstoppable. Only the fracture marks and gully scars on the tower reminded the human sailors that this thing was not an illusion.

They are getting closer.

In the command post in the cabin of Macragge's Glory, Guilliman's eyes were filled with anger.

He sat on a large mechanical throne inlaid with four servo skulls, one on the left, one on the right, one on the top, and one at the back, listening to the attack reports from various parts of the fleet, staring at the dark spire that was getting bigger and bigger in the field of vision in front of him, and a nameless anger rose in his heart.

He felt angry, immensely angry. Seeing hundreds of torpedoes drowning in space without achieving any results, this feeling of hitting his fist in the water made Guilliman extremely irritated. He was almost out of patience.

As if resonating with Guilliman's anger, a dark claw placed on the desk buzzed and trembled. This is a former Chaos artifact purified by the Emperor's Living Saint: the Ebony Claw. Before being corrupted into a Chaos evil by the power of Tzeentch, the Ebony Claw was an ancient technological relic whose origin cannot be traced.

It is precisely because of holding the artifact-the Ebon Claw that Guilliman can firmly hold the control of the Blackstone Fortress in his palm.

But at present, it seems that the Blackstone Fortress, which has been so hyped by the technical sages, is of no use at all. It can't even scratch the Eldar's buildings.

"Let the great astropath 'Ajelic' come to see me." Guilliman said to the adjutant accompanying the throne behind: "The Dark Eldar are suspected of using some evil witchcraft to invalidate our attack. , I need psychic masters who have studied the culture and technology of the Eldar to come up with countermeasures for the current situation."

……

"adjutant?"

Guilliman's voice received no response.

There was a dead silence in the command center, with only the ticking sound of data from the electronic equipment stirring the almost frozen air.

A faint smell of blood wafted in from the door, accompanied by a rustling sound. Guilliman looked and saw a head wrapped in a blue-gold helmet rolling in from outside the door, blood dripping from the cross-section of the neck.

That was the sword master of the Primarch Guard.

Guilliman subconsciously pulled out the Emperor's Sword from his waist, and the blazing flames rose up, scorching the air in the cabin. He rushed out the door in one stride, only to see bodies and bodies. The headless corpse wearing finely crafted power armor collapsed against the wall. The sword masters of the Honor Guard didn't even have a single unnecessary wound on their body, and their death method was unified by a single blow to the owl's head.

In the bloody corridors, Guilliman did not find the murderer of his own guard.

"Like when you destroyed the reconnaissance team, are you hiding?"

"But how did the enemy get inside the Macragge's Glory?"

"Even the Glory of Macragge has been invaded. I'm afraid the other warships..."

An ominous premonition lingered in Guilliman's mind. He tried to analyze the situation rationally and react to it as he had done before, but the immense rage burning in his brain made it impossible for Guilliman to calm down. The Emperor's Sword in his hand trembled and was about to fly out of his hand.

"No, this won't work. I can't be carried away by anger. I have to calm down, calm down... I have to calm down..."

Guilliman supported himself against the wall with one hand, and tightly grasped the hilt of the Emperor's Sword with the other hand, muttering repeatedly: "Calm down, calm down, Robert Guilliman..."

But the anger in his heart did not diminish at all, and the burning anger dyed his vision into violent scarlet.

In extreme rage, Guilliman saw a manic power surging in his veins. The Primarch saw tall, slender black shadows hiding in the corners and ceiling of the command room. They were wearing relic cloaks with psychic invisibility spell effects. The breath of their souls was suppressed to the extreme. The staffs and blades in the hands of the Eldar war wizards were thirsty for the Primarch's blood.

——I actually saw through the Eldar’s psychic invisibility spell without any help from a think tank or a mage?

Such doubts only flashed through Guilliman's mind for a brief moment. The next moment, anger completely swallowed up his reason. Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and his burly body was like a cannonball. It burst out, and the bloody divine power gathered on the fist.

"A million fucking psychic powers! Ultimate blasting punch! Alien! Just die!"

How is it possible? This was the only thought of the Eldar war wizard hiding in the corner. In the next microsecond, its head exploded like a watermelon hit by a missile.

Even the elite warriors of the Eldar, who are said to be perfect creatures, are powerless to fight back against a violent Primarch.

The brains of the Eldar War Warlock flowed on Guilliman's power fist. After killing an alien scum, he did not pause at all. The Emperor's Sword flew out of his hand and pierced the body of another Eldar assassin climbing on the ceiling along with the plastic steel plate. Guilliman swung up a headless corpse covered with an invisibility cloak and rushed towards the remaining assassins with a roar.

"Dirty aliens! Despicable things! I will kill you all! I will kill you all!!!"

The deadly poison spells, psychic lightning and fire chanted by the war wizard continuously bombarded the runaway Primarch, but Guilliman was not affected at all and did not make any reaction. He was just angry and killing, slaughtering all the Eldar assassins in the command room and the Ultimate Guards who came to rescue him.

When Guilliman finally woke up, the Emperor's Sword in his hand was inserted into the chest of an Ultramarines Shield Captain, and the golden flame went out.

Dripping blood rolled off the original body. The broken corpses in the headquarters and the tangy blood made Guilliman's figure look particularly violent, like a bloodthirsty demon crawling out of the abyss of purgatory.

The shield captain, whose chest was pierced by the Emperor's sword, was dying. He struggled to open his blurry eyes and stared at Guilliman's bloody body.

"I'm sorry, father, we failed to fulfill our duty to protect you. We came too late..."

The machine spirit of the Macragge's Glory fell silent, and outside the portholes, the explosions of fire lit up one after another. They were the plasma reactors being detonated one after another on the Imperial warship.

The Gothic Fleet burns in space.

Chapter 332 Shocking Wisdom

Light spears and macrocannons sounded together, chain saws and explosive shells roared together.

Streams of light flashed by, and the nimble Eldar stealth fighters nimbly shuttled through the huge fleet of the original body, using their deadly weapons to detonate the core reactors of one Imperial warship after another. Blue plasma sparks were in the orbit of Darnak Prime. Every minute, the Gothic Fleet suffered huge losses that would make any naval officer heartbroken and unable to breathe.

The commanders constantly tried to mobilize any weapons that could still function and organized wave after wave of counterattacks, but no matter what efforts they made, they were unable to cause even a single bit of damage to the Eldar strike boats and fighter jets shrouded in the void. The war situation deteriorated rapidly with an unstoppable trend.

Every loyal soldier is fighting to the death with all his strength, but their fearless and unnecessary sacrifice cannot be said to be insignificant to the current situation, or at least it can be said to be useless.

War is war, not the duel of warriors sung by bards. No matter how loyal an ant is, it cannot kill a star.

But smart ants can.

While everyone in the Primarch's army was desperately trying to restore the situation, one man was leisurely immersed in his own affairs, like an outsider who had nothing to do with him.

He is the great sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus: Belisarius Cawl.

Cawl ignored the burning Gothic fleet and did not rush to Guilliman to offer him assistance. The Great Sage was currently staying deep inside Blackstone Fortress No. 06 which had just been launched, and was enthusiastically studying the various core data that were fed back when the fortress was running at full power.

An assistant in priest robes followed behind Belisarius Cawl's tank-like body and reminded him carefully: "Lord Cawl, please forgive me for my presumption, but I don't think now is a good time to study alien technology. Look outside, the Imperial fleet is retreating, the Eldar are wreaking havoc, and the other five Blackstone Fortresses have been urgently activated and rushed to the front line to support the Primarch, but..."

But only Blackstone Fortress No. 06 was forcibly intercepted by Caul's methods, and stayed in the outer reaches of the galaxy to be studied by the Great Sage.

"The officers in the fortress have protested many times. They demand that you immediately hand over the control of the Blackstone Fortress. The captain of the 93rd Ultramarines Company claims that if you continue to hinder them from going to support their Gene-Father and the safety of the Primarch is threatened, he will use the power sword to destroy your data processing center..."

Seeing the priest's fearful and worried look, Kaul disagreed and said, "Humph."

The Great Sage Cawl certainly understood that what the Primarch needed most now was practical support rather than theoretical research. On the battlefield, the firepower support of a Blackstone Fortress was far more important than a research report.

"Technology and academics are of course precious, but what the original body needs more now is powerful artillery and more battleships." The priest's deputy carefully suggested: "You can't always rely on research to save the empire, Lord Caul. "

"Why can't I?" Kaul turned his head and stared at his deputy with his red artificial eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't try to educate me. Don't try to give me your shallow suggestions, you ignorant little guy."

"Because I am the Great Sage Caul! I can do anything!"

"Mediocre mortals cannot understand my wisdom! They will only think that I am crazy! Just like the Ultramarines sharpening their swords outside this chamber! They think that their chainswords and bolters can activate the 'Vail of the Void' 'Defend your Primarch before the Eldar!"

"A bunch of idiots! Their stupidity will only cause unnecessary sacrifices! What the empire needs is not stupid swords and clumsy sacrifices, but me! It is the amazing wisdom of my great sage Kaul!"

"Because I'm Caul, I can do anything!"

Amid the great sage's thunderous roar, the high-ranking priest trembled and did not dare to say another word.

The furious Kaul gradually calmed down, as if he had just taken control of a fierce argument involving hundreds of people. He said tiredly: "Listen, little guy, I will only say this once."

The technical priest listened attentively and cleaned his sound receiving device with electrolyte.

"The original body has not truly mastered the Blackstone Fortress." Kaul said: "The Blackstone Fortress is a giant weapon created by the ancient race to target the 'Star God'. You may not know what the Star God is. This is because you are too stupid and ignorant."

"The Star God is a pure energy creature born from the laws of physics. He is almost immortal. However, in that battle in heaven that was longer than the past, someone found a new way to kill the Star God. That is the other side of the soul. . There is no concept of time in subspace, and there are no so-called eternal physical laws. Once the star gods, as the incarnation of laws, pass through the veil and fall into the sea of ​​souls, their divine bodies will be irreversibly distorted and collapsed. Until death.”

That's why the Star God needed to gather the Necrontyr and create the Necrons to deal with the Ancient Saints and Eldar who could manipulate the power of the subspace for themselves, but that was another secret, and Caul did not intend to tell him this.

"The Star Gods are nearly omnipotent in the physical universe, but they know the dangers of the Warp and their own powerlessness in the Supreme Heaven. Therefore, the Star Gods will never take the initiative to enter the Warp and destroy themselves. However... even if they do not enter the Warp, someone will take the initiative to approach them with the Warp."

Kaul spread out his countless arms, like a large tarantula stretching its belly and legs.

The great sage chanted meaningless binary codes, and countless tiny mechanical tentacles and underworld beetles emerged from under his robe and invaded the data center in the secret room where gray and white runes flashed.

That was the underworld beetle of the Necrons... The priest's deputy discovered the strangeness of Caul's methods, and recognized that this was alien technology that would be declared a heretic by the Inquisition and hunted to death, but at this moment, he had no idea. Not a little angry at the heretics but...jealousy.

He was going crazy with jealousy.

"Hmph, thanks to them for using the Ebony Claw to unlock the firewall of the fortress center, otherwise it would undoubtedly be difficult to hack into the Blackstone Fortress's main control system and gain complete control." Kohl said, and the flashing gray and white runes in front of him had turned into a dazzling bright red.

Countless underworld beetles crawled back into the body of the Great Sage. Cawl continued, "The Blackstone Fortress is essentially a huge subspace energy generator. You can think of it as a special kind of psychic weapon. Its power is so great that it is enough to annihilate the embodiment of the laws of physics and slaughter the Star Gods..."

"The battleships and fortresses of the Eldar are covered by the 'veil of the void'. They are lurking in the shallow waters of the Sea of ​​Souls and are immune to attacks by all conventional weapons. Only psychic weapons that use the power of the soul to attack can attack those hiding in the sea. The Eldar creations behind the veil take their toll.”

As he spoke, Kaul suddenly became furious. His roar was mixed with electronic noise, as if several people were talking at the same time:

"And the Blackstone Fortress itself is a powerful psychic cannon launching base!"

"The busy mediocre people have such a magical weapon, but they don't know how to use it. They clumsily connect countless outdated torpedoes and laser launch arrays to the fortress, and use the psychic weapon that can annihilate the Star God as a mobile armed platform for the Imperial Navy."