Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

The Mad Doctor said the main generator is in another dimension because it's so unstable. Like I said before, I'm not a tech geek, so you'll have to figure this out on your own. The bottom line is, it's going to shoot a ton of Waaagh energy through a hole in the sky, directly into the Prophet's head, and we only have a few minutes! Of course, Grusnik didn't know exactly how long it would take, but just told me to be ready.

Climbing onto the boss's shoulder armor, I intimidated the mad doctor's farts into hoisting a giant hose up to the bonecrusher's mouth, then used a truck jack to pry his jaws open so I could secure the hose with his tusks. I nodded to Grusnik, who was standing next to the headless Squig, and he turned on the hydraulics with pure, disgusting glee. I don't know how to describe the sound of a Squig's lungs being forcibly drained of all the air by an industrial crusher through a hose, along with most of its lungs, but I'm sure you can imagine it.

After that Grusnik started yelling something about 'unstable calibration' and a huge alarm went off that nearly deafened both of us. Apparently that tank of Squig the eel I saw earlier was part of the plan, but since the generator was catching fire there was no time to do anything clever. So Grusnik welded another half of the head on for the leader and dumped the whole tank in, brains, water and all. Now I'll tell you: I'll bet my teeth that he did it for no other reason than to amuse himself.

After that was done, however, the last rivet was locked into place, sealing the armor and holding the leader together. Now there was nothing to do except wait and see if we would be blown into the Great Green Tide by ourselves. The sirens were really annoying at the time, so Grusnik shot them. In the silence that followed, I looked at him and he looked at me.

I wondered if, after the haste with which we had prepared the Prophet's body for his return, we would find something in common, but no: the shared look told us that we both hated each other as much as ever. We were a pair of Grodds, I guess.

Just then, a beam of light like Gork's own hot piss burst through the roof with a sound so loud that it wasn't even noise, and then everything went green. There was no way to know if the machine was working properly, or if we had blown the world apart and finally entered the Great Green Tide.

Well, no one can tell until the next thing happens.

——When the smoke and green light dissipated, a huge and majestic figure stood in front of us, just like before.

Chapter 54: Deeply Siege

Killing, constant killing.

Even the Astartes of the Tulwar Brotherhood felt overwhelmed. The industrial zone was too large, with countless orcs entrenched here. Whether they were techies or not, they would try to use the industrial base here to build their favorite big rams or other larger and more powerful weapons.

As time went by, not only did the original resistance of the orcs become stronger and stronger, but even in the rear, more and more greenskins poured into the industrial zone from all directions. The sky was getting darker and darker, and the Astartes were becoming more and more unable to kill.

2, or 3? They could no longer remember how many greenskins they had defeated. They could only use their bolter bullets sparingly and not shoot unless it was absolutely necessary. The teeth of their curved chain swords had been replaced twice, but fortunately they still had the Caucasian double-edged dagger as their secondary weapon.

The Stormbirds in the sky had not been injured for a long time, so they had to continue to provide ground fire support. Not to mention the six wing-mounted dreadnought strike missiles that almost all hit the Orc Titans, even the twin heavy bombs were empty, and the four twin laser cannons installed on the turrets were their only firepower now.

"Khan Suboden, you can't charge any further." The speaker was Sinuhai, the Storm Prophet of the Crescent Blade Brotherhood of the 4th Company of the White Scars. He stopped the Khan with his prophet's staff, "You have been trapped in the wildness of Chogoris. We are seriously short of ammunition and our communications have been cut off. Continuing to attack recklessly will only increase casualties."

Suboton understood what the Storm Prophet meant. The so-called Chogorian Savagery was the curse of the White Scars' Primarch. The savagery in the hearts and blood of the White Scars gave them great power, but such power also threatened the survival of all of them. All White Scars warriors must be wary of this necessary but insidious savagery. Only through strict discipline, humble self-reflection, and supervision from their comrades can they hope to control themselves.

Because of this, despite being portrayed as barbaric, the White Scars are actually a very educated legion. Each White Scar is savage, but also wise, humble, and cultured. There are no units that are associated with military law. The White Scars have never adopted any kind of disciplinary corps. Even so, they have almost no internal disputes or violations of discipline.

Blood Angel: Looks familiar, but why are your symptoms so mild? No additional symptoms yet.

Although the Brotherhood of the Scimitar is dedicated to the art of the blade and specializes in fast-paced close combat, it is undeniable that guns and artillery shells will always be an important force for any Astartes, especially when dealing with these endless greenskins.

He stopped and looked back at his brothers. Only sixteen Ebony Keshiks wearing Terminator armor were not injured - the orcs' individual weapons could not penetrate their heavy armor.

They use heavy armor as a barrier for others, and atone for their sins by protecting their brothers. These redeemed warriors use power knives, power swords, power fists and blasters to shine in today's heavy siege.

Looking back, almost everyone was injured - the art of the blade could not allow them to pass through the green tide without injury. A dozen brothers with more serious injuries had been taken to the Storm Bird by the pharmacist for treatment, and the bodies of several brothers were also sent up in time.

He now knew very well that even though these 81 people seemed to be in good condition and still had the strength to fight, they were actually lacking in physical strength and ammunition. Once they were surrounded, they would be swallowed up by the endless green tide. Now was the time for him, the Khan, to make a decision!

Should they dance on the edge of a knife and use this remnant of less than a hundred men to search for the Space Wolves they had been looking for for six hours? Or should they retreat temporarily? Risk becoming a laughing stock and fight again when they are fully prepared. He looked at the chainsaw sword in his hand, which had only half of the teeth left. He already had the answer, didn't he?

"Warriors, my brothers! We have burned the database of the Overwatch Council. Reckless advances are not sacrifices, but wastes of the Emperor's currency. If I can't die with honor, I would rather escape than suffer such disgrace."

He then made a fist-pulling motion towards all his battle brothers. "Pulling your fist in a fight is the way to punch better. If you just jump forward with your arms outstretched, you'll be as ridiculous as a clown. Don't let your nature overwhelm your reason. Only beasts would do that."

"Now that our own mission has been completed, the Wolf Regiment that was supposed to fight here until our reinforcements arrive has also disappeared. So what we need to do is no longer to clear out the orcs in the industrial zone, but to contact other regiments as soon as possible. Everyone should board the plane for repairs and treatment. We will go directly to the outer city to replenish ammunition and try to contact other regiments."

At this time, eighty kilometers away from them, a massacre was about to come to an end.

Corpses, corpses everywhere. In this small open space that was only the size of two basketball courts, thousands of elite orcs rushed in one after another. They ignored the heavy casualties and withstood the terrifying firepower of the four storm birds above their heads. They used their own flesh and blood to hold on here for more than half an hour.

The fierce and prolonged fight made Ragnar Blackmane only hear the beating of his own two hearts in the noisy battlefield. All the war cries and sounds of fighting were only faint sounds, like a vague illusion, and the sound of his blood flowing through his body covered everything.

Suddenly, a familiar psychic wave swept through his body. It was the Rune Priest Brother Loysus's "Call the Wind and Rain", a storm-related blessing aura that had been released for the umpteenth time to help them increase their defense. The supernatural coldness brought by the psychic spell finally sobered him up a little.

Ragnar dodged a huge blow from a war boss with an agility that was not in line with his huge body. Under normal circumstances, this war boss alone would be enough for them to fight for a while. But today was different. Ragnar didn't even care. He took three steps forward and cut several orcs in half.

Although his unique giant chainsaw sword Frostfang had broken many teeth, he still easily cut off the unlucky guys and scattered them all over the ground. The war boss was directly sublimated by four laser cannons without any cover. These greenskins must be crazy, he thought again.

He turned and slashed sideways again, taking this opportunity to take a glance at the battlefield. The ground of the entire open space was covered with pits and bloody remains. At a glance, it was all green. More than sixty blood claws, long teeth, and even the bodies of wolf guards were almost buried by the dense green skin corpses. Without a careful look, it was impossible to identify them.

Crazy, they were crazy, and we were crazy too. He wanted to stop the charge, but he knew he couldn't.

When he commanded his troops to advance towards a building that was faintly emitting green light, the resistance they encountered increased significantly. At that time, with sufficient air fire support, he confidently chose to charge in that direction until he ran into this meat grinder.

Countless greenskins would rather brave the bombardment of air fire than retreat. Seven war bosses have fallen. Ragnar has dealt with greenskins before, and he knows that this kind of creature is fearless and timid. If they don't run away after the leading war boss falls, it means that there are still higher greenskins as their spiritual support.

The answer was obvious—Bonebreaker Saraka was right here! This was not good news. Their communications had been completely cut off and they could not contact any friendly forces. Even their psychic communications were disrupted. The green light was still gradually fading, and he had a bad feeling.

Chapter 55 Crisis

The answer was obvious—Bonebreaker Saraka was right here! This was not good news. Their communications had been completely cut off and they could not contact any friendly forces. Even their psychic communications were disrupted. The green light was still gradually fading, and he had a bad feeling.

The arrow was on the string and had to be shot. From the moment they entered the meat grinder, they had no way out.

The more critical the situation, the calmer Ragnar became. Astarte's superhuman mind allowed him to think even in the fierce hand-to-hand combat.

First of all, intelligence is the most important thing. In the final analysis, what made them so difficult was that their communication channels were completely cut off, and even psychic communication was interfered with. He originally thought it was the greenskins who did it, but now it seems that it is not the case.

Even if the greenskins were so anxious and wanted to defend this place, they only had a steady stream of support from the nearby greenskins, instead of gathering a large force to encircle and annihilate them here, which means that the greenskins' communications were also disrupted. This is a bit intriguing - there is a third party involved.

This news must be spread, along with the information about the location of the Bone Crusher. But the communication channel was completely cut off, which meant that they couldn't even contact the Stormbird flying in the sky. He had no choice but to wave for a Stormbird to land, and now he could just let the pharmacist take some of the seriously injured back.

So, what he has to do now is to create enough space for the Storm Bird to land. Hand: I see, after all the talking in my head, I still want to kill people. Next time, just say it directly.

"For Ruth and the All-Father!"

As he roared, he tore the Ork line apart again, and smashed himself into the pile of Orks, braving the sixteen laser cannons and dense long-range fire from the Orks above his head. There were only a hundred or so Space Wolves left behind him, who also roared chaotic but roughly the same war cries, and once again squeezed out the last of their strength to launch a charge.

Ragnar used the huge inertia brought by the three steps of the charge to swing the Frostfang from the upper left to the lower right. How could the four greenskins in front of him with their thin armor and flesh and blood withstand the power of this precious weapon?

However, as blood and flesh flew everywhere, before his upper body could slide down, Ragnar's gorgeous and wild left shoulder smashed it. After using a "blood blindfold" to block the orcs' vision behind him, he turned his body slightly to the left and lowered his two-handed sword to touch the ground, then stomped his right foot hard to stop the momentum, and in an instant he swung the sword from the lower right to the upper left.

The action was so smooth and fast that the three orc leaders who were blinded by blood were killed inexplicably before they could react. In just a breath, they were cut in half like the ordinary orcs in front of them. This fast and enjoyable slaughter further stimulated the fighting spirit of the wolf group.

As he turned and slashed sideways once more, Ragnar cast a glance at his fellow warriors. The Runepriest Roysus fought with awe, a most deadly warrior. In close combat, none could match his fury and his powerful psychic powers. With supernatural frost, he blasted his way through the greenskins like a warship equipped with a power ram.

There was no telling when the bloody battle would end, and before he could even comprehend what was happening, another war boss ran into him, and a short and brutal hand-to-hand combat ensued, ending with the powerful enemy falling at his feet.

He could remember the smell of the monster's foul blood, and the feel of its claws on his neck as it tried to strangle him with a power axe. He then recalled how his swift counterattack had severed the beast's claws, and how its body had slowly danced to the ground as the bolt bullet exploded in its chest.

"We will win!" He turned around and saw Swan growling at him. His bulldog-like features showed a ferocious pleasure, and Ragnar believed that he must have the same expression on his face. Swan roared, "Well done."

Ragnar was more than happy to agree. All doubts and fears were now gone. The fact that they needed to fight their way deeper into the depths was irrelevant. Even less important was the fact that even if they succeeded, not many wounded would escape before the dense swarms of greenskins came over them.

Only at this moment, the surging rhythm of battle, the deadly excitement of fighting, and the dance on the edge of existence and destruction, make him feel that he is truly alive!

"Ouch!" He suddenly let out a joyful scream. He had never felt so powerful before. He had completely transformed into a violent war machine, a meat grinder. Hundreds of orcs were torn into pieces by his frantic slashing and hacking.

When he chopped off the hideous head of the last war boss on the battlefield, he was surprised to find that everything was over. There were only less than a thousand ordinary orcs left in front of them, and behind him, two huge storm birds were parked steadily on the ground - oh, this may not be right, it should be parked steadily on the corpse.

"Hiss—" Suddenly, a bone-chilling coldness hit him, causing him to shiver. Turning his head, he saw that it was indeed the Rune Priest Roysas. "Don't worry about me," he said, "I have regained my sanity."

However, just when he was about to laugh it off again, a strange sense of crisis and fear surged into his heart - the building they had always wanted to rush into was right in front of them, but the faint green light had completely disappeared.

His always sharp senses and reason were reminding him - hurry up, right now, run! But the glory in his heart told him that you are the youngest lord (captain) of the Space Wolves Chapter, you can't run, you can never run.

He will not be confused until he hears a long and deafening "Waaaaaaaaaaagh!!!" coming from underground, and then he will know what kind of monster he has encountered this time.

Bonebreaker Saraka!

No, now it’s a brand new one, the great prophet of the two gods - Bonebreaker Saraka!

When his brand new, nearly seven-meter-tall body, emitting the scent of metal and engine oil, appeared in front of everyone, all the Space Wolves clearly understood one fact: this was no longer an enemy that an Astartes could deal with.

Yes, if his huge body before being treated by the mad doctor was enough for a Dreadnought and a few elite Astartes to contend with, and they could even try to defeat him, then although he is far from the level of a beast now, he is not a being that even an Astartes can deal with.

Chapter 56: Close Combat

"Aerial fire cover!" When he saw this figure, he understood - that was definitely not an enemy that could be dealt with by individual weapons and a broken chainsword. No matter how many pieces of rubbish the armor was made of before he put it on, now that it was covered by layers of Waaagh territory, except for the fine power sword, perhaps only close combat attacks on the joints would be useful.

However, he didn't need to command. The Stormbirds still flying in the sky locked onto the Bone Crusher the moment he appeared. There was no need to save bullets this time. Whether it was the few remaining heavy bombs or the large amount of laser cannons, they all hit him at once as if they were free.

Ragnar didn't even look at the damage. To put it bluntly, the Stormbird was just a heavy armored transport aircraft. After its missiles were empty, it could bully light vehicles. "Brother Roysus (Rune Priest), organize everyone to board the plane!" If you can't win, just run away. There's nothing shameful. You can fight back and it will be fine. And the information must be passed on. Duty is always more important than glory. Maybe some little wolves can't see through it, but he is the lord.

And the duty of the wolf lord is - "Where are the wolf guards? Follow me to fight the enemy!" He pressed the activation rune heavily, and the cold chainsaw sword let out an unprecedented passionate roar.

He said nothing more. There was no need. Is it honorable to use their death to buy time for the evacuation of the team? It is a coward to admit defeat before the battle. It is still unknown who will win. I am a Space Wolf! In the blood of Russ, in the name of the Allfather! Even if I die, I will bite off your alien head!

The moment they formed a simple defensive formation, the Bone Crusher's massive body weighing tens of tons slid in a perfect zigzag pattern with an agility that defied common sense, dodging most of the machine gun fire. As for the explosive shells they fired? He didn't even bother to dodge these small firecrackers that only made a hole.

Ragnar's heart sank. He had prepared himself mentally for the incredible defense. But was this speed that surpassed the Hades-type Terminator and was second only to the speed of ordinary power armor?

However, it seemed that the God-Emperor did not want this promising Astartes to die here inexplicably, and a heavy bomb fell from the sky and hit an important connection point of the Bonebreaker's right leg armor at an extremely abstract angle.

Amid a teeth-grinding sound of twisting metal, in full view of everyone, a large section of Bonebreaker's right leg armor from above the knee pad to the small toy crotch protector was blown off - what would be the consequence of having an unprotected area of ​​more than one meter long on the full body armor?

Bone Crusher's ugly and rough face was twisted with anger - in less than two seconds, before he could protect his right leg, six explosive shells were deeply embedded in his leg bones. What was even more outrageous was that some sharpshooter pilot got lucky and a laser cannon shot just happened to make a big hole in his thigh. This was no minor injury.

Although his speed slowed down, he still easily passed through the bombing zone, with his dented armor and the flames and barrage of four heavy bombs in his hands.

Fortunately, the storm shield in the hands of the Wolf Guard was not for show, and the accuracy of the barrage fired by the Bone Crusher when he was maneuvering was also average. During the ten seconds of the shooting phase, one Wolf Guard was killed and two were injured, and the Bone Crusher's right leg armor was knocked off, so they didn't gain much advantage.

"Prepare for impact!" Of course, he didn't need to say this. The two storm shields, along with the Wolf Guards holding them, were chopped off by the Bone Crusher's claws. No, considering the huge size difference between the two sides, it should be said that they were knocked off!

Ragnar didn't even have time to take a look at their injuries. A wolf guard who had lost his ability to fight after two holes were blasted by the Bone Crusher had gone to rescue him. Was he going to hold this bastard back now? No, I'm going to tear him apart, he thought.

The Frost Fangs spun faster than ever before, almost grinding out sparks to show her excitement and anger. And in the moment of intersection, the anger of the two will merge into one!

This was the most powerful sword Ragnar had ever swung in his life, with the greatest force and the best angle he could use! He did not choose Bonebreaker's right leg, which was the only unprotected area on Bonebreaker's body. He had been using the empty quadruple heavy bombs to firmly protect that area. Any "smart person" who tried to attack this so-called weak area would be hit with a strong counterattack.

And all attempts to trade wounds with the greenskins are foolish and useless. They are just human-shaped mushrooms! It is useless even if you cut them open without cutting them off completely.

Ragnar was attacking the cables! Insidious and deadly, even a greenskin couldn't power the power claws through flesh. Those weapons were attached to them, not grown on them, he was not a Tyranid. And at this time, the Bonebreaker swung his claws and knocked away two wolf guards, full of vigor.

As the saying goes, if you use old moves, you can neither stop nor change them. Even if he was the strongest, most powerful, most domineering, and most green orc warboss, Bonebreaker Saraka, he was powerless to stop Ragnar from breaking several cables of his right power claw with one blow. When he raised his left hand in a rage to stab the little wolf, two axes that were launched first and then at his right leg forced him to return to defense.

It was this return to defense that allowed the cunning wolf leader to slip into a safe zone, dodging his subsequent pursuit. Fortunately, the Bone Crusher did not gain nothing. A wolf guard wearing an Iron Cavalry Terminator was unable to dodge and was kicked away by the Bone Crusher with just one kick. The whole person was flipped over at an angle greater than that of a magic pony. Even an Astarte would not survive such an injury.

Good at fighting! Ragnar lowered his body to avoid the attack, looking at the scarred but powerful body of the Bonebreaker. He couldn't help but think.

The quadruple heavy bomb in his left hand probably wasn't loaded with much ammunition in advance, so it was almost empty, and in order to protect his right leg, it was inconvenient to move; the power claw in his right hand had lost power and was now just a rough big steel claw, and it was even a question whether he could use this heavy steel arm without mechanical assistance.

What we need to pay attention to now is his two strong and thick legs. He is a cavalry terminator known for his defense, but he was killed instantly by a kick. If it weren't for the air support that knocked off his leg armor, we wouldn't even have a chance to resist. This will be a great opportunity, we must seize it.

However, this sudden and swift attack lasted less than five seconds. Before the Stormbird finished reloading its next round of ammunition, the situation on the field changed again and again, and the offensive and defensive forces were different.

There was no need for much words between the lord and the wolf guards who lived together day and night. With just a glance, the three wolf guards spread out and shot Bonebreaker's right leg with their bolters to protect Ragnar. And now Ragnar and his men were really hunting the dying giant bear like a pack of wolves in the wild.

Who will kill the deer is unknown.

Chapter 57 Emergency Relocation

(I understand. After reading everyone's comments, I also understand some of the problems. But the plot is set and I can only speed it up. Let's transfer Jean Bart first. If I want to update more often, to be honest, I can't do it. Now that school has started, I have less time to type, especially when school just started.)

Armageddon, Orbital Fleet

The moment after the green light appeared in the Acheron Hive, Salmin, who was finally able to enjoy a simple meal happily after his hard work, was stunned - the detector of the Emperor's Dream detected a strong subspace reaction, and a hole was forcibly pierced through the subspace. The reality curtain within a radius of thousands of miles around the Acheron Hive became extremely fragile.

This was a big deal, the news coming from the front had been either great victory (winning was a great victory) or steady improvement (strategic shift, understand?). It was normal for the Astartes to remain silent, but since he could take the initiative to talk to the traitorous Primarch, he had to suspect that the Grand Marshal had encountered an ascended Primarch who wanted him to go in a one-for-one trade.

This complete separation caused by his identity made him not understand the entire ground battle. He originally thought that with the Stormbirds he sent in the air, the air supremacy was already in hand, and with Jean Bart's two regiments on the ground, the F2A could not lose.

I was eating hotpot and singing songs, how come something so serious happened to me?

But he is now in high orbit, almost 30,000 kilometers away from the nest. It will take more than nine hours by Stormbird. It will be five o'clock tomorrow when he arrives. "Then let's ask where Jean Bart's two regiments are. Logically, she should have been pushed to the inner nest by now."

"Bar~" As soon as the video call was connected, Salmin was stunned. No, this is a war. Why are you lying on the Storm Sword turret, showing a leisurely and bored look?

But before he could ask, Jean Bart started to complain. "Commander, are you here to pick me up? Or to send me to the front line. Staying here is like being trapped in Toulon."

What's going on? It's normal to not let the elite troops go to the front line to grind meat, but to wait in the rear. But the problem is that my troops only have two weeks left, and this heavy punch will fall on my hands if I don't deliver it. But didn't I give them the right to act at their own convenience and order them to enter the inner city?

Who is so bold? How dare you disobey the only order given by me, the deputy commander? Don't I have any dignity? Now he has become a clown. The Imperial Guards really opened his eyes to him. It's okay for you to pretend to obey but secretly disobey. It's a bit insulting to disobey when you don't even obey.

After a brief conversation, Salmin roughly understood what happened. To put it simply, it was because Jean Bart, who had come all the way, had only slaughtered some defeated soldiers and had not been able to show his strength at all. This was nothing. Once the war started, everyone would realize that the Sun Auxiliary Army was absolutely overwhelming to IG. Strength and merit would shut everyone up.

But when she refused to ask for a private communication from the supreme commander of the front, her troops were placed at the rear by his adjutant. Moving without permission was a violation of military law.

She didn't want to kill all the Imperial Guards for this, but she was too ashamed to report such a small matter. So she just gave up, went home and never came again. But since Salmin asked, Jeanbal blushed and told him - there should be no secrets between the two of them.

"Who sent you to the back? I want to get to know you." What is this person thinking? You insects, stay still, I will send the Assassin's Court to send you to the sky one by one!

"I don't know his name either, but he seems to be quite famous, an old man with an artificial eye. He seemed to have something to ask you, but since he didn't trust me, I didn't give it to him. Everything is based on your safety, Commander."

The good news is that Salmin doesn't need to know what that person thinks. His authority as commander is unlimited (if the Grand Marshal, as the commander-in-chief, is not there, his title of deputy seems to be removed).

I don't know his name, but he's an old man with an artificial eye. One look at Ding Zhen and I'd think he was looking for death.