Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Chapter 51: Yandere and Celestial Lion

"Wait, don't come down yet!" Salmin couldn't believe what he saw. Two 17-kilometer-long super aircraft carriers were slowly descending. They were actually going to break through the atmosphere and land on the planet. What kind of impact would this have on the planet's ecology? "I'll pick you up. No, I'll go right over."

"Since it is the commander's order, then--"*2. The two identical voices stopped abruptly, as if a strange atmosphere was brewing.

"But I really can't tolerate a fake with the same face and voice as me sharing the Commander's love for me. My heart is already filled with jealousy, so I'm going to be a little willful."

"How dare a villain try to strengthen the Myuu Armor System based on the Iron Blood Supreme Plan? But that's exactly what I want - after I tear you apart, the commander will be mine alone! Clown without even a name, I am Ron!"

The situation quickly exceeded Salmin's expectations, and was even worse than he had originally thought! For a yandere like this who is extremely jealous, tolerating others is already the limit. Meeting another self is simply incompatible. If fighting between women is pulling hair and slapping, then the warship woman is on a higher level.

Before Salmin could react, or rather, he didn't even dare to think about it, eight thick and sturdy Queen of Glory-class light spears flashed across each other, leaving several long scratches on their respective void shields.

"Stop, stop firing!" Not only Salmin, but the four neatly arranged fleets hanging high in orbit also fell into panic. The exchange of fire between the two flagships made them confused. Although they did not open fire, they still activated the Auger matrix to illuminate each other. For a time, the entire high-altitude alarm sounded throughout the world.

Fortunately, Salmin also reacted. As the admiral of the Lord of Armageddon, his voice resounded throughout the fleet, "No firing, stop fire control, keep silent, the entire fleet keeps silent. Everyone, don't panic, this is just an accidental discharge."

"Everyone calm down, this was just an accidental discharge. I am Admiral Salmin, Lord of Armageddon. I ask you to exercise restraint, stop all work, and recharge the void shield to the maximum. Stop the alarm and do not create panic."

"All officers and political commissars will control the behavior of the sailors and prohibit any mutual firing. Everyone will receive additional salary allowances and additional food and alcohol allowances."

With the cessation of the flagship firefight and the follow-up speech by the supreme commander, the commotion of the entire fleet gradually subsided. Salmin finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was not a big deal for two supercarriers to only use their main guns to exchange fire. It would take a long time to break the void shield with that little damage.

As long as the planes are not moved, it is just a small matter, and the ship girl can also consume resources to repair quickly. In addition, his psychological expectation threshold for this kind of yandere is very low. It is a blessing to pass, and he does not ask for too much.

If their fleets engage in a firefight, that would be a big deal. If things go wrong, several capital ships and dozens of light ships would be sunk. And the whole army's future atmosphere would be irreversible. What would be the consequences of a split within a team? Look at the fallen angels in the distance, my family.

But the matter was not over yet, he looked at the two fleets on the orbital monitoring screen that were clearly lined up in battle lines and confronting each other, and the two fleets next to them that were still wandering and at a loss. Now he could put aside the things on the ground, he had his job to solve.

Fortunately, the ground can't give him any more trouble. The orcs are like this, and they can't do anything big. Can't the problems on the ground be bigger than here? No way, no way? No one thinks that Armageddon can still produce a big demon now, right?

"Sister Li, you just stay here and help me... Never mind, you can come with me. Jean Bal should be able to handle everything."

Soon, a Stormbird soared into the sky.

Not long after, an urgent communication request was sent to the rear field command. Commissar Yarrick finally decided to go through the official channel. Doing something is always better than doing nothing. Unfortunately, after reporting to various levels, the operator gave him a bad answer and a dangerous signal - the Lord Admiral hurried back to orbit more than ten minutes ago.

Yarrick's heart completely sank. This was a big problem! Combined with the alarm that resounded through the heavens and the earth before, something must have gone wrong with the fleet in orbit. It was so serious that the Lord Admiral had to go back to deal with it personally. This must be a conspiracy of the Inquisition! It was likely that they had planned a large-scale mutiny of sailors.

This also means that the Inquisition has almost torn its face off, so their plan should be completed soon - they must be stopped as soon as possible. Although he used wrong data, wrong intelligence and wrong reasoning process, the result was correct.

Since orbital bombardment didn't work, he had to launch another more dangerous plan - to mobilize an Astartes force that was not afraid of the Inquisition.

Someone might say, it must be our Space Wolves, giving the Inquisition a little shock to its founding members. Unfortunately, it is not, the Shame Moon is a top secret event, and Yarick doesn't know about it at all. So which chapter is nearby and is notorious for being at odds with the Inquisition?

The answer is, the Tianshi Regiment.

During the Khattar Rebellion, five companies of the Celestial Lions were attached to Inquisitor Apollyon to crush the ongoing rebellion on the prime planet Khattar. It was nothing, just a rebellion by the top brass that was corrupted by Chaos, but it was quickly dealt with.

As a result, when the judge was about to leave, he suddenly had a brainwave and wanted to issue an extermination order. Tianshi refused to accept it - damn it, you already have the power to control the universe, but you didn't issue an extermination order before and decided to let us go down to fight with Chaos. After the battle, you fucking issued an extermination order again. Are you trying to make fun of me?

Captain Saul had tried to stop the bombing, but to no avail. The Inquisitor didn't give any explanation, so I was going to bomb him, right? They were just a few hundred million mortals. They were dead.

The emperor is the boss and I am the second. Why should I explain to you? Listen to me or I will kill you. SM is like the medieval knights who value honor very much. The judge is a slap in their face to some extent. It is normal to have conflicts.

In fact, at this time, the Celestial Lions only need to kill the Inquisitor, and there will be no problem. The Inquisition is not in the right, and it is impossible to embarrass a chapter because of a dead person. But they are worthy of being the children of Dorne, and they are stubborn. If the Inquisition is wrong, we will sue Terra.

They were the ones who exaggerated the problem. They issued a series of very loud and public condemnations of the Inquisition, whereupon the Inquisition suddenly decided to teach this disobedient group a lesson - and this went on for hundreds of years, even into 42k's "Spear of the Emperor".

With the outbreak of the Third War for Armageddon, the Lions were deployed to defend Hive Volcanus. They suffered heavy casualties within a few months of their arrival. The intelligence they received was extremely inaccurate, often leading them into ambushes and outnumbering them in both numbers and weapons.

On numerous occasions, Thunderhawks deployed to Hive Volcanus were shot down by Imperial anti-aircraft guns, or by Imperial ships in orbit as they returned from the surface. Entire Chapter ships have disappeared due to orders from the High Command being received too late to prevent an ambush, or a critical breakdown allowing the Lions' ships to run straight into Ork territory. The Chapter's high command began to suspect that this was deliberate, a plot to wipe out the Chapter, but no evidence could be found to prove this.

Then the Inquisitors were no longer satisfied with this insidious, time-consuming and laborious method, and they began to form an alliance with the orcs to jointly eliminate this disobedient war group, and even sent assassins to hunt down those lone pharmacists to directly destroy the gene seeds.

But now, all this has not happened yet. Now they just silently endure the inaccurate intelligence and continue to fight bravely for the Empire.

Chapter 52: Night Battle

When Salmin's carriage arrived, the turmoil in the entire fleet had subsided. Countless Amasai, tons of cigarettes, and chocolate had extinguished the panic and anger in their hearts - didn't they open fire? Thinking about it this way, we still made a profit. Can we come a few more times?

If the British Empire Navy sailors are just sailors (meaning not human), then adhering to its fine tradition of not being human, the 40th millennium Navy sailors are not even sailors, but consumables. It is really a pleasant surprise to receive such generous compensation.

Even because of this little bit of compensation, which was a bit like hush money, Salmin himself had a decent reputation in the fleet - it's great that our supreme commander actually treated us as human beings.

To be honest, the problems of sailors, soldiers, and officers were easy to solve, and the relationship between superiors and subordinates in the Imperial Army was still very solid. I don't know if it was because he learned a lesson from his experience, but the Imperial Army's navy and army both emphasized obedience, and he, an inexperienced college student, could manage them easily.

The real problem lies with the two Roans. They both have the deepest, most twisted and morbid love. Their possessiveness and jealousy are extremely strong. They simply cannot and will not tolerate another self sharing the Commander's love, and they both want to monopolize the name of "Roan".

Even when they arrived at the Emperor's Dream Palace, they stood on both sides with their arms folded, and even summoned their ship equipment, looking like they were incompatible and irreconcilable. The only good news might be that the two ships have the same hull, the same madness, and the same strength, so no one can do anything to the other, and Salmin doesn't have to worry about receiving pieces of one of them.

He could only say such nonsense to comfort himself. Dealing with the yandere Shura Field was already beyond his ability to even have a girlfriend - well, he was not a virgin. Well, he knew what he could do.

"You two are too dangerous to others. Let Essex and Shimakaze take over the admiral's post. Sister Li, you should help them get familiar with the admiral's job first. In the evening... well, come back together for dinner at nine o'clock."

"As for the two of you, you must be taught a lesson. First, cancel the ship's equipment. Elbow, follow me into the house."

Ah, isn't this my line? by Essex

Acheron Hive, along the defense line drawn by Yarick, minefields, barbed wire, defense walls, hundreds of flat anti-aircraft turrets, thousands of various tanks stacked together to build this steel defense line. However, the air was not filled with blood and gunpowder, but a unique smell of hot food.

Around each turret and firing point, there was a group of soldiers ready to take orders - ammunition loaders, gun sight operators, communications officers, adjutants, all ready to take orders. They were enjoying a rare can of food.

However, when a red signal flare exploded in the air, the wailing alarm woke everyone up from their rare peace and quiet, and the flares illuminated the front of the position as bright as day.

Colonel Saren cut the air with his blazing chainsword and roared out a single word.

"Fire!"

Many large craters were blown into the enemy's ranks, and huge explosions of mud, scrap metal, corpses and blood erupted. Facing such a large number of enemies, even the dumbest gunners could not miss. Thousands of greenskins died in the first barrage. Tens of thousands more enemies came.

"Reload!" the colonel yelled into the communicator. The line itself shook again, the concrete quivering as the second salvo came. A third, and a fourth. This level of firepower would be catastrophic to the morale of any sane army, and the entire corps would run and collapse in fear.

But the orcs just roared their hoarse war cries in the bloody mess, not even slowing down. They ignored the dead, trampled the wounded, and crashed into the steel wall of only three meters like thunder.

Both the minefields and barbed wire were flattened by the unparalleled numerical advantage. Heavy logging, automatic guns, cannons on tanks, heavy bombs, and laser cannons were harvesting these poorly equipped guys and monsters at an extremely exaggerated speed, but it seemed to be useless.

From the depths where the light could not reach, countless guys and farts were still rushing in under the boss's drive. The colonel knew that these were just worthless sacrifices to consume precious artillery shells. But he had to fall into the trap - no matter how weak those guys were, if they were dragged into close combat, at least one elite soldier would be exchanged, which he could not afford.

The officers shouted to their men, ordering another change of line. The men on the battlements fell back to reload, clean their weapons and replace the overheated power packs. The next line stepped forward and took up the position vacated by their comrades, ascending the wall and immediately opening fire on the charging orcs.

In organized ranks, thousands of Mordian Guardsmen rose up, moving like different limbs of the same creature. Like reflections stretched out to infinity, every man and woman on the ramparts trained their lasrifles on the walls, aiming down at the roaring and scrambling greenskins, three-stage volleys that instantly chopped apart the Ork lines.

More reinforcements arrived, and the presence of Commissar Yarrick ignited the morale of the Imperial Guard, the crackle of thousands of lasers in chorus forming a strange and evocative song of discipline, defiance, strength, and courage.

More than that, it was an angry response - a way for the humans to vent their fury on the invaders. Each soldier in line pulled the trigger, letting their laser rifles cry out for them, delivering death to the enemy. Lightning ripped through the green flesh, tearing the orcs apart and throwing them to the ground far below, reduced to pulp under the boots of their kin.

The battle had been going on for four hours, and experienced officers could make out the various banners the orcs were flying, clans and tribes united under a common enemy, so uncoordinated that many of them were now retreating rather than launching their first doomed attack - fear had already taken hold of them.

Yarrick caught this point, the proportion of orcs among them was already very high, and many orc bosses also appeared on the battlefield. But this was not because their attack was stronger, but because they could no longer gather more cannon fodder.

The orcs must have never expected that this time the Empire would meet a supreme commander who was not willing to covet these weapons. At Yarrick's request, a large amount of supplies were quickly delivered to the front line without much firepower consumption. As a result, the defense line that should have been breached due to lack of ammunition has stood up until now.

The pig-rushing tactic is very effective against poor people, but it is really like a pig against a rich dog. Yarrick saw that the orcs were at the end of their strength, and they would collapse again with just one heavy blow!

However, at this time a "devil" is awakening.

Two voices entangled in the highest heaven

—You shall not fall now! You will defy death! You are —

——You are, the Bonebreaker! ——/——You are, Saraka! ——

Endless roars gathered together——Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!——

Chapter 53: Bone Crusher

Acheron Hive Industrial Zone, Underground, Mad Doctor's Laboratory

"Yes... yes, it's good to see you, Mad Doctor. But the situation is not good. Look at what happened in that big ship. Things are... unpredictable. The leader lost a lot of blood, and-"

"He's dead, the bullet," Grusnik interjected, and as he said, my memory of the last thing I saw was as if the leader had hit me with a headbutt himself.

"That's impossible," a lanky war boss with blue tattoos hissed. "He'll make it. We all know it. Now get back to your cave. The boys are fighting hard up there, and we need Makai to go with them. They need to see that flag to know the boss is good."

"No, Bullet," Grusnik said, still calm and cool. "He's no good. However, we do need Makai, and he's going to come down with me, not up there. Do we have to... fight about this?" Next to the Mad Doctor, a Cyborg swung his giant drill arm threateningly.

Bullet looked like he was using every ounce of faith he had in the Prophet to sidestep the obvious answer. Eventually, just as the Boss himself had taught all of us on Yuk, he managed to put the impulse aside.

"Okay, Mad Doctor. We've only got till daybreak, there are too many tin cans, they're everywhere, and there are those big birds in the sky! And Makai? If he tries anything, maybe... oh, he might kill you first. But try to shout louder, okay?"

"I know what you're thinking, Makai," Grusnik said to me as the door closed behind us.

"I thought you'd been busy, Mad Doctor," I whispered, craning my neck to look around. The Mad Doctor's equipment on Armageddon had gone a step further than his abode at Rusty Nail. There were machines I had never seen before, enormous spinning objects that crackled in the black light, silhouettes shaped by lasers that floated in midair.

I'm not a tech geek, so I don't know how to put it, but you get the idea, don't you? There are some familiar things here, too, but they're completely new: a wall of blood transfusion scooges, connected by tubes to vats of blood-mixing machines. A tank of what I think are eel scooges, their spines lit up by crackling blue lightning. And that...?

Yes. It was just a bloody beast, Scrooge, its head removed to prevent it from going berserk, but its chest still rising and falling, a pair of forge bellows clanking to keep it alive. But even the truck-sized beast was a minor detail compared to the structure in the middle of the dome.

It was the Bone Crusher. Most of it, at least. The Mad Doctor had only taken half his brain out, and it looked like he'd decided to rebuild the Prophet, breaking him into more pieces than I could count and then affixing them to a giant, roughly orc-shaped scaffold. It was all held together with tubes and bundles of sparking cables, and all the pieces started to come together instantly as Grusnik's two modified orks began to inched around the winch on the workbench.

At the same time, what looked like fragments of a battle fortress began to sink from the thick ceiling, held by clanking chains, and I stared at it, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. It was armor. The largest suit of armor I'd ever seen, with a giant claw on one side that looked like it could cut a Dreadnought in half like a Squiggle liver sausage, and four guns on the other side that made the shooting weapons of the Degmek on Yuk look like Snotlout's slingshots.

Everything was lowered down, and as each piece was secured, a whole team of goblins climbed up and began welding, nailing, and tying. Finally, a huge horned silhouette descended from the top of the dome, blocking out the light behind it. The Prophet's cleaved head, and as it fell into place in the recess between two huge armored shoulders, a row of floodlights popped up around the scaffolding, and the Bone Crusher's face twisted towards us, with no trace of life in his eyes.

"I've changed my mind," I told Grusnik, stunned, when I found the courage to speak. "I think you're a complete and utter lunatic."

"The word is genius, Makai." The mad doctor sneered and strode towards the godlike corpse under the dome.

"I'd also like to know," I said, when there was room enough in my head for doubt, "how you happened to have all the equipment ready just when the chief was dying. I know you're a mean, nasty wretch, but--"

"Ah!" cried the mad doctor, turning around, grinning cruelly and raising a finger. "I knew you were thinking that. This must have been my plan? Was it? I planned all this, lured Bonecrusher to his death so I could resurrect him as my personal puppet?"

"Yes," I said, because to be fair, that's exactly what I was thinking.

"Well, forget it," said Grusnik. "It was just an accident! When he teleported over, I was shocked by the injuries. Only half of a bone crusher came back!"

"I don't believe you," I growled, baring my teeth.

"I hope you don't," Grusnik said, grinning even wider. "But don't you think that if I did all this, I'd at least be proud of it?"

"Makes sense," I said as the Mad Doctor strolled over to a generator that looked like it had been pulled out of a fungus-covered iron giant and began thumping the start switch.

"Look, Makai," Grusnik said, frowning and concentrating on the spinning dial, "if you still believe that what I'm doing here is malicious, consider this. You probably hate me more than any orc alive, don't you?"

"Yes!" I hissed with some enthusiasm.

"Very good," the mad doctor said. "It would be strange if you didn't. But now think about this. If that was the case, why, why, Makai. Why would I interrupt my work to correct the stupid attempts of those idiots outside to take you away? Even if I had bad intentions, do you really think I would be stupid enough to ask you to come into my laboratory so that a small, pathetic creature like you could at least have a chance to fight to kill me?"

“Well, you did,” I said, and I started to chuckle at the thought.

"I did," he admitted. "But it was because I had a damn good reason. I needed you here, Makai. Or so I reasoned...the gods needed you here. The Prophet needed you!"

"You already have enough farts to help you fetch and carry things," I said, pointing at the creatures working on the scaffolding. "Why go to the trouble of sending your least favorite fart out to do the job?"

Grusnik then growled, but it was the kind of growl an orc would make when he was tired from thinking too much, not a threatening one.

"Because as crazy as it sounds, Makai, I believe you are the only being that truly understands the Bone Crusher. I have spent years trying to get closer than you, and I have never succeeded."

"Because you spend all your time inflicting pain on him," I hissed, balling my fists into pitiful little balls. "I've been serving the Boss, and the Gods. And you just want to drive him crazy, turn him into a giant monster that does your bidding. Or just... for your amusement."

"Mm-hmm," Grusnik said quietly, nodding as he picked a piece of rotten meat from between his long teeth.

"You don't deny it, then?" I said, not sure what to make of it.

"No," Grusnik said. "I think it's obvious, really. I just like to experiment with things. And hurt them." Then he stretched, his shoulders hunched from bending over the Bone Crusher's skull, and made a sick-sounding cracking sound. "But I'm serving the fucker, in my own way."

"What, driving the greatest orc mad, just for a joke? Cut the crap, Grusnik."

"Stayed with Bonecrusher?" he snorted, shaking his long, cruel face in disapproval. "But you never realized that his power came entirely from his madness. How could you not see that the deeper I got into his skull, the louder the noises grew? And the louder they grew, the greater his deeds became? Makai! Bonecrusher's pain is his power."

I hated how much truth there was in this statement, but as I looked up at the huge, lifeless half of our face above my head, I realized it was absolutely true.

"If that's true," I said, as Grusnik pulled a great lever and the generator started up with a scream of captured lightning, "then what do you need me for?"

"Because I think you helped him endure the pain," Grusnik said. The voice was almost a whisper, as if he somehow suspected the bosses outside might overhear him. "I hate you, asshole. You hate me. But why do you think we, as bastards, paint black and white checks on everything we can get our hands on?"

“Because they look really deadly?” I ventured, knowing that was the correct answer.

"Same reason we have two gods, poor fellow," Grusnik argued. "A stark difference! The Great Green Tide is a group, but a self-contained whole... it takes all sorts of things, I guess you could say. And the Bonebreaker is what it is today because of the two of us!"

"Really?" I said, unclenching my fists but crossing my arms so he still knew I didn't trust him.

"Yes! For example, who do you think put the bionic eye in Degermek that caused him to miss every shot he fired at Bone Crusher during the Rusty Nail? Like it or not, fart, I've been as much a part of the bullshit plan as you have over the years. It's just as painful for me to accept it, but you're still as much a part of their next plan as I am."

"So, what's the plan?" I asked.

"I don't know, but the way I think about it, if we work together, we can pull the Prophet back from the Great Green Tide," Grusnik said, grunting as he dragged a giant cable from the generator to the scaffolding that reassembled the Prophet, and then stuffed it into a socket as thick as his entire body. "At this moment, I need you to come over and help me pull this really, really big lever so that the Boss can come back and fix the rest of the problem."

If only it was a lever. But Grusnik never made anything clear. The lever, in fact, the whole giant generator wasn't meant to bring Bonecrusher back to life at all. It was just to create the electric field the Mad Doctor needed to activate the real mechanism he had prepared for the job.

Of course, he told me that after it was already started and couldn't be stopped. He also told me at that time that there was a four-fifth chance that the process would fail, blowing us, the Prophet, and half the hive to pieces, but that would make the smoke look really big and waaagh, so relax.