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Looking at the gradually lighting muzzle of the Eumenides's lower abdomen, Lysitia realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Retreat! All personnel retreat immediately! These canned animals are crazy! They are launching an orbital bombardment!"

Amid Lysitia's hysterical screams, the Banshee brigades that were scattered across the battlefield and fighting with the remaining Death Stalkers gave up the fight and turned around immediately. They used all means of transportation, including fighter jets and ground vehicles, and led the missionaries to rush towards the transmission beacon guarded by the Cyberlux warbody under the hail of bullets.

Under the orbital bombardment launched by a large warship of the Eumenides level, even if they hid in the bunkers buried deep underground, they could not survive. With the macro cannon hanging high, their only hope of survival was to quickly return to the cabin of the expedition fleet through the beacon.

Of course, the movements of this large battleship could not be hidden from the detectors of the Mechanicus' forging fleet, which shocked and puzzled them.

Especially when they discovered that the Eumenides was pointing its macro cannon at the ground as if it was about to open fire, the horrified technical priests immediately screamed in the communication channel, harshly questioning the reasons for their actions.

Death Stalker explained this:

"We are cleaning up heresy."

The one who said this was Gonzalez, Captain of the 3rd Company of the Death Stalkers.

This swordsmanship master, whose prestige among the Astartes is second only to that of Chapter Master Orwin, is also the perennial champion of the internal competitions of the Chapter. While his fellow warriors could only passively defend themselves against the elusive attacks of the Eldar banshees, Gonzalez was able to use his superb fighting skills to capture the most precious thing in the ever-changing battlefield - opportunity.

The main function of the lobbyist armor on the Eldar Banshee is light and high-speed mobility, and its defensive performance is actually slightly inferior to the Terminator armor of the Space Marines. And Gonzalez's swordsmanship is so fierce that once bitten by his sword, even a killing machine created by the Truth Adeptus will only be killed.

Facing the questioning of the Mechanicus at this moment, Captain Gonzalez of the 3rd Company held his sword in one hand and violently tore off the fully enclosed helmet of a greedy banshee who was under his feet with the other hand, revealing a delicate and small alien face with long and pointed ears.

"In the name of the Emperor, we cannot tolerate such crimes. They have colluded with the filthy xenos... Such blasphemous acts must be punished. The authority of the Golden Throne must be maintained, and the will of the Lord of Mankind must be implemented by us!"

Every syllable Gonzalez uttered was as deafening as thunder, and his high-sounding motives endowed his subsequent actions with an unquestionable and absolute justice.

In the name of the Emperor, the scions of the Dark Angels launched a holy orbital bombardment.

Thick spears of light with a diameter of over a hundred meters shot out from the barrel of the macro cannon in Eumenides' abdomen, like deadly spears falling from the sky, giving true excommunication to the heretics who desecrated the Golden Throne.

In the brief interval before the orbital bombardment began, the well-prepared Death Stalkers activated the teleporter in an organized manner and returned to the flagship, but the missionaries who were attacked were not so lucky. Due to the previous transportation operations and counterattacks, their personnel were too dispersed, and even though the Banshees' evacuation speed had reached its limit, they only sent less than one-third of them to the location of the teleportation beacon.

All the remaining people had to face the war flagship's macro-cannon attacks directly on the ground without any cover.

Beams of light rained down to the ground, announcing that the war was about to end.

Lysitia, who had managed to reach the transmission beacon by chance because she had set out early, looked back and saw that on the battlefield covered with ruins and armored wreckage, there were still a large number of people trying to escape. They were not all missionaries, many of them were just mortals employed by the Order of Truth, some were pilots, some were nurses, but under the macro cannon, there was no distinction of status, and they would all die equally.

The purpose of the Death Stalkers was not just to kill. After returning to the battleship Eumenides, Captain Gonzalez of the 3rd Company, who temporarily took over the command, immediately gave the next action goal:

"After the first round of bombing, launch vortex bombs at the central pyramid. Launch all of them."

"Whirlpool... are you sure?" The technical sergeant at the side could hardly believe what he heard: "There are still a large number of mechanical repair personnel in the pyramid! The power of the vortex bomb is too strong. Once we launch all the stocks, the entire pyramid group will be completely destroyed!"

Gonzalez turned his head expressionlessly and stared into the eyes of the technical sergeant: "Yes, complete destruction, this is exactly what we need."

The Ever-Victorious Guard led by Captain Kanyon failed to successfully recover Miraak. Their operation went wrong. Gonzalez is not sure about Miraak's condition now, but he is prepared for the worst.

In the worst case scenario, the Order of Truth might have read some memories from Miraak's mind that should not be made public. The Dark Angels' deepest secrets might have been leaked, which is absolutely unacceptable.

Then let the vortex bomb end everything. The pyramids will be destroyed, and all living things present will die without exception. The Unforgiven will not allow anyone to leave the Flare Galaxy alive.

All blasphemous secrets will be buried in the dust.

Chapter 130 The Door to Wonders

Vortex weapons are among the most deadly weapons mastered by humans. Their simple and crude working principle can directly dig a large hole connecting the subspace in the real universe, swallowing up all nearby matter and energy.

Moreover, due to the uncertainty of the Sea of ​​Souls itself, the subspace cracks torn open by the vortex weapons will not remain in place, but will move around the battlefield like living carnivores, preying on living things until they slowly dissipate due to the material universe's rejection of the subspace.

There are many types of vortex weapons: the vortex grenade has a small power and can only create a miniature subspace rift. Its biggest advantage is that it can be carried by a single soldier.

This precious individual equipment is usually used to destroy important enemy war facilities. When the war falls into a desperate situation, there will also be suicide squads who dedicate their lives to the Emperor and try to carry grenades into the void shield of the enemy Titan unit, using suicide attacks to destroy the core components of the God Machine in order to achieve a bloody exchange with a little effort.

As for the Death Strike Missiles that large Titans and ground-based missile launchers are equipped with, they may also be equipped with vortex warheads in extremely rare and extreme cases, but the production cost of vortex weapons of this size is very high, and therefore extremely precious.

As for the large vortex torpedoes that can directly destroy a battleship, they are even rarer, and many middle-level priests of the Mechanicus rarely see them.

The Empire's conventional vortex weapons are roughly the above categories, with the exception of a rare and unique vortex bomb. However, as the Emperor's executioner, the descendants of the Dark Angels were entrusted with more destructive weapons by the Lord of Mankind.

The "Annihilator" type vortex bomb that Gonzalez now intends to use on the Tomb World is an ancient relic passed down from the Great Crusade. Its killing radius is so large that it can even engulf celestial targets of the same size as Holy Terra, enough to exile an entire planet into the subspace.

The first round of orbital bombardment was still ongoing. The 18-kilometer-long Eumenides continuously poured out spears of light onto the ground battlefield. The super-standard firepower, like a punishment from heaven, bombed the already devastated ground battlefield into pieces. Even the pyramid itself was affected.

Inside the battleship Eumenides, technical sergeants and technical slaves completely dominated by the Death Stalkers carefully chanted obscure and complicated prayers, awakening the ancient weapons sealed in the core compartments from the dust, preparing to bring destruction once again to this galaxy that had already been destroyed once by a stellar explosion.

The Mechanicus's forging fleet and the battle formation composed of Swordfish frigates docked on both sides of the Tomb World would naturally not turn a blind eye to such atrocities. They increased their speed to the limit as soon as they received the news, roaring in the communication channel while rushing towards the direction of the Eumenides.

"We are about to be surrounded...Everyone, prepare boarding torpedoes and get ready to board all nearby ships." Gonzalez calmly arranged the next actions.

Despite the heavy losses in the previous ground battle, many warriors died tragically under the psychic rupture spears, high-pressure melta and plasma pulse weapons of the Eldar Banshees, but at this moment, the Eumenides still has more than 700 Space Marines, and there will be more if the Dreadnoughts are included. In addition, the Dark Angels' scions have sophisticated equipment that can rival the Minotaur Chapter...

Under such conditions, coupled with the powerful firepower of the Eumenides as a war flagship, it is almost certain to deal with the two non-professional war fleets formed for the purpose of investigation.

After completing the routine deployment to defend against the enemy, Captain Gonzalez of the 3rd Company quietly put on his helmet and gave a secret authority to the mortal priest whom he trusted most.

"The next action seems to me to be safe enough, but caution is a virtue that Death Stalkers always have."

Gonzalez said, slowly putting a long sword into the scabbard. "If, I mean if, we are unfortunately defeated, then I authorize you to activate the final plan. In the top-secret warehouse No. 8 deep in the cabin, there are real extinction weapons given by the Lord of Humanity... I need you to activate them when we are defeated and bury all the blasphemous things that may tarnish the name of the Dark Angels."

"I will definitely fulfill my mission." The mortal priest bowed slightly: "May you return victorious."

“I will triumph.”

Gonzalez, carrying a long sword, walked towards the launch bay where the boarding torpedoes were loaded without looking back.

On the ground, the first round of orbital bombardment had just found its rhythm and got on track.

The preachers, mortal pilots, nurses, and the Banshee brigade that protected them on the ground, who had not yet had time to evacuate, were all engulfed in the attack of the light spears, and disappeared into ashes along with the armored wreckage - that was how it should have been.

When a young pilot closed his eyes in despair in a flash of light, the death that everyone was sure of did not come. He found that the turbulent and violent particle turbulence around his body was extinguished... No, it was not extinguished, it was blocked.

He raised his head and saw a blue crystal dome that had appeared on the battlefield full of holes. Above the dome, lavender spiritual energy ripples flowed like water. Spears of light were inserted into the dome from top to bottom, turning into water-like ripples that spread out in circles until they disappeared into thin air.

"Psionic shield...?" The young pilot was a little dazed.

He clearly remembered that the Order of Truth should not have brought a psychic shield generator of this scale this time... Then where did this shield come from?

Before he could figure out how to solve this problem, suddenly, a feeling of hatred so strong that it almost solidified into substance appeared beside him.

The pilot turned his head sharply in alertness, and the intelligent robot servant beside him also raised his weapon. The moment he saw that "thing", he felt a strong sense of uneasiness from the bottom of his heart.

That "thing" was not a human, nor was it any living creature he knew. Its form was difficult to describe in words, but with human eyes, he could still barely distinguish some specific features:

This is a strange creature with two hands, two feet and a head, similar to a human shape, but definitely not a human.

Its body is surrounded by a turbulent flow of souls that changes shape every moment.

Its "skin" is covered with blue-purple feathers that resemble bird feathers. These feathers do not grow smoothly in the same direction, but are crookedly patchwork, some pointing upwards, some pointing downwards, and some pointing left and right.

The shapes of the feathers were different, but the only thing they had in common was that underneath the skin corresponding to each feather was a round, bloodshot human eyeball. It looked grotesque and absurd.

Each eye was staring in a different direction, and each eyeball was peeping at a kind of knowledge. Looking at the monster that suddenly appeared, it was as if a door containing many mysteries was opened in front of him.

The strong mental shock caused the pilot's brain to temporarily shut down. The monster covered with feathers and eyeballs slowly "walked" in front of him. The soul threads wrapped around its body stretched out gently like the mechanical tentacles of a technical priest and reached into the body of the young pilot.

Then - he took out a small package of well-packaged psychic dust from the lining of his clothes.

Chapter 131 Boarding Torpedoes

By the time the pilot came to his senses, the monster covered with feathers and eyeballs had disappeared, leaving only the psychic shield hanging above its head, still bearing the orbital strikes from the Eumenides, constantly creating waves.

The ecstasy of surviving the disaster was followed by panic and fear, because the psychic dust in his pocket that was supposed to be used to power the warp detection equipment was missing.

A low-level mortal pilot lost such a precious resource. If his immediate superior was a hive noble with a bad character, then the only outcome waiting for him was torture to death. The atmosphere of the Order of Truth was more open-minded. There would not be too severe punishment for losses caused by force majeure, but there would still be normal procedures for investigation.

While worrying about his future, the mortal pilot was also confused. Where did the psychic shield above his head come from? Why didn't the monster kill him but just take away the psychic dust?

The pilot, who had been learning mechanical knowledge since childhood, had never studied deeper psychic theories. He did not know that the psychic dust formed by the burning souls of the Eldar was a pure psychic energy without any emotional impurities.

If the souls of human psychics are delicious delicacies with fragrant aroma to the demons of the warp, then the high-purity psychic dust refined by chain reaction distillation is a highly effective hallucinogen that you will never forget once you have tasted it. Even human psychics will inevitably become addicted to it once they take an overdose.

The blue-haired monster was indeed showing symptoms of addiction after taking an excessive amount of psychic dust. Its body appeared and disappeared in the battlefield covered by the psychic shield. It constantly used the soul threads wrapped around its body to push aside the curtain between reality and illusion, and used uninterrupted short-distance teleportation to reach the surviving preachers scattered around the battlefield, snatching the psychic dust they carried.

Using the subspace to travel through space requires extremely strong psychic attainments and spiritual cultivation, and it also carries great risks, because it is essentially equivalent to a ship directly entering the Sea of ​​Souls without opening the Geller Force Field. Needless to say, its dangers are self-evident.

Even for the Grey Knights, the psychic warriors created by the Emperor of Mankind, equipping a teleportation backpack to make short-distance warp jumps is an extremely deadly and dangerous act. However, this monster covered with blue-purple bird feathers and blood-stained eyeballs can wander between reality and illusion with impunity, searching for the high-purity psychic substances that fascinate it.

When all the dust in the preachers' hands was sucked away, it actually began to attack the subspace detection equipment carried by the expedition team, burying its head in the machinery to suck the spiritual energy that drove the equipment.

The preachers initially wanted to stop this monster of unknown origin from plundering the precious psychic dust, but after observing a strange phenomenon, they finally made the ironic banshee put down her spear of argument:

Every time the monster inhaled some psychic dust, more feathers and eyeballs would grow on its body. As its body became more bloated and distorted, the blue dome hanging over the battlefield became more solid, and the Eumenides' orbital bombardment became increasingly difficult to shake the psychic shield.

"This monster is protecting us?"

"Who knows? Hurry up and evacuate. We can't predict what it will do if it can't find any dust to feed on."

"Understood. Let's go."

The remaining missionaries made a quick decision after sorting out the current situation and weighing the pros and cons. This was the consistent confidence and decisiveness of the monks who believed in the truth:

Without hesitation, they abandoned all the subspace-related equipment and all the spare dust they carried, and began to evacuate to the transmission beacon at full speed.

The changes on the ground also attracted the attention of the Eumenides, but the crew members were too busy to pay attention to them.

Because the fleet surrounded us.

A pincer formation consisting of dozens of Swordfish frigates and Adeptus Mechanicus forge ships advanced steadily through space, trapping the Eumenides in the middle.

The high-ranking priest of the Mechanicus was still shouting to the Eumenides battleship on the communication channel, trying to figure out what was going on, but soon the communication channel was cut off.

The Death Stalkers refused to communicate with them.

They took the initiative to cut off all room for pulling.

The macro cannons on the underbelly of the battleship were retracted one after another. The Eumenides stopped the orbital bombardment of the ground of the pyramids and silently fired hundreds of torpedoes at the two fleets that were coming to encircle it.

Some of these torpedoes are pure weapons, while others are boarding torpedoes carrying fully armed Space Marines.

The launch trajectory of each torpedo has been carefully calculated. Every operator and officer on the Death Stalker flagship is an experienced veteran sailor. Their naval combat skills and operating techniques are impeccable, and they can easily deal with even the unpredictable Chaos warships.

What’s more, they are two scientific research fleets.

Things developed exactly as the officers had calculated.

The Mechanicus of Musbell obviously knows a very small part of the inside story about the Dark Angels, and the torpedo salvo launched by the Deathstalker flagship is a huge deterrent to them - this chapter is suspected of having betrayed, and perhaps only the God of All Machines knows what kind of warheads they will carry on these torpedoes to silence their former allies.

The fierce attack forced the forging ships to adjust their hull postures in an attempt to dodge the attacks and to avoid direct torpedo bombardment of the relatively weak points of the void shield as much as possible.

This created a perfect opportunity for the Space Marines to board their torpedoes.

Generally speaking, void shields can only intercept high-speed solid and energy attacks, but cannot effectively isolate slower flying objects. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many suicide squads rushing into Titan's void shield to cause damage.