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He directly sent the location of the subspace hole to Jean Bart through the Extinction Machine, "Go forward, my lady! No one has the right to interfere with your attack. The situation is critical, go all out."

The so-called all-out effort means that she does not need to consider any casualties or friendly forces. She can freely attack through strategic forces including but not limited to deploying ship equipment and launching extinction aircraft.

He will be responsible for all consequences of exposing his own existence or accidentally injuring friendly forces.

"Really? If that's what you mean, then witness my hunt. I am Jean Bart, carrying the sacred name of the Fleur-de-lis. I will be invincible, unstoppable, fighting again and again, winning again and again!"

"Okay, I will definitely witness your glory!" Seeing that his lover got the order to attack, she swept away her previous decadence and laziness and became radiant again. Salmin was also happy because of her joy.

After that, he wanted to see who was so bold as to let his troops guard the rear and humiliate him in this way.

Hot knowledge, if in Warhammer 40k, you are not taken with you when boarding or attacking, and you are asked to stay behind every day, then don't hesitate, he is not being nice to you and wanting to leave the lucrative job for you, but a complete insult.

Even when he asked the two men of the World-Destroying-class battleship to guard the rear during the Battle of Salmin, he did not give the order as a superior, but as a lover. Even so, he was severely punished by the two men after the war.

"Field Command, this is Salmin, connect me to the supreme commander of the front line."

The operator, who was almost so idle that he was praying, suddenly became alert. He couldn't neglect this big guy. It was because he was a marine that he couldn't make any mistakes. "Yes! For the Emperor."

Soon, before Salmin boarded the plane, an old but powerful voice sounded. "I am Yarik."

"Oh?" The old man with an artificial eye refers to Yarick. Haha, that's fine. Heroes always have some "privileges".

"I'm Salmin, and I heard you wanted my private communication channel."

"Yes, but I want to ask you some questions, can I?" The old man seemed surprised by his call, and after a brief silence he made up his mind to speak.

Salmin didn't know what he was up to. "Ask me, and I'll answer as appropriate."

"Are you loyal to the God-Emperor?"

"Of course, I am fighting for the God-Emperor now."

"Are you loyal to the Empire?"

"I have never served the Empire."

"Are you loyal to humanity?"

"I am human!"

"Although it is different from what I thought, the people in the court would never say that." The old man breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't be afraid of what I am going to say."

"I am the Lord Admiral. I am not afraid. Please speak."

"The Inquisition has betrayed us."

"what?"

Chapter 58 Support

Huh? The Inquisition betrayed. Really? Although it is often joked that the Inquisition of Demons produces demons, the Inquisition of Aliens produces aliens, and the Inquisition of Heretics produces heretics, its loyalty and achievements are obvious to all.

The Inquisition does countless lousy things every day, but their benefits far outweigh their harm. The Empire is too big, and it must have such a group of people to mobilize the countless resources buried in the Empire's huge size and fucked-up administrative system. For ten thousand years, the Inquisitors have become an integral and important part of the Empire's war, politics, and religious systems.

The Inquisition betrayed? Salmin was unwilling and dared not believe it, but he also knew that this respectable old man would not use such a thing to tease him, and he was already half-convinced in his heart. "Do you have any evidence?"

When Yarrick heard him ask this, he immediately felt relieved, knowing that he actually believed in him, but just didn't want to accept the reality. If the governor of the star region and the lord admiral were willing to believe in him, then the advantage was undoubtedly on his side.

"I checked the information from the Inquisition. It's very clean, or too clean. The Inquisition's base is also empty. Even after I ordered it to be blown up, nothing happened. These are all abnormal and impossible."

That is indeed a problem. The Tribunal cannot be clean, or rather, a clean Tribunal has no value in existence. And the second point is even more outrageous.

As we all know, the Empire is very face-conscious from top to bottom. If the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked. The Inquisition is the best among them, and the reason is very simple - as the most powerful department in the Empire, the Inquisition provides all kinds of help to the Inquisitors except for help.

The power of the Inquisitors comes from and only comes from their own prestige and achievements. If they lose face, they lose prestige, and without prestige, the Inquisitors will lose the power to realize their ideals. For the Inquisitors with lofty aspirations, this is even more terrifying than facing a billion Great Secret Keepers.

Yarrick blew up the Armageddon Tribunal Hall. He was beaten in the face like that and nothing happened. It seems that not only did everyone run away, but they were also planning something big. This big thing must be extraordinary.

The Tribunal Hall was bombed and they didn't even jump. This is no longer an ordinary rebellion. We must strike hard! If we lose, we must move out!

At this point, Salmin had to consider the issue of reinforcements. The current situation has long exceeded the quick victory estimated before the war. With the Acheron Hive where the Bonebreaker is located as the center, hundreds of millions of orcs are gathering. More than 30,000 Astartes, 2.7 million Astra Militarum and 16 million Armageddon PDF are forming dozens of defense lines relying on the defense of the Hive and the Titan Legion.

The Acheron Hive has only captured the outer city, and according to Yarrick, the front-line commander, the situation is not optimistic. The outer city has only been captured roughly, and most of the non-actually controlled areas are still in a fierce battle of attack and defense. Political Commissar Yarrick is leading the main force to defend against the large-scale counterattack of the orcs from the inner city.

The army of less than three million was stretched to the limit, and the refugees who should have been everywhere were pitifully few. Without able-bodied men, they could only continue to fight the orcs to expand their actual control area to find able-bodied men, which in turn led to fewer and fewer troops available. This vicious cycle almost brought Yarrick down.

Communications in the inner city had long been cut off, but the Astartes should be in good condition - Yarrick's scouts observed a large number of storm birds through optical reconnaissance, which suggests that the Astartes did not suffer too much loss.

With the new intelligence, Salmin roughly knew what he should do.

First of all, there is something wrong with the Inquisition. They went into the inner city of Acheron Hive City and did something unknown. Then the communication with Astartes was cut off. In order to prevent them from doing anything big, we must contact Astartes as soon as possible and disrupt the actions of the Inquisition.

The appearance of the warp hole made Salmin realize that this was no longer a minor incident. Once things got out of hand and the warp storm swept across Armageddon, his plan to rescue Cadia would be completely ruined. The Empire and humanity would also face the biggest crisis in ten millennia.

We can no longer be hesitant and cautious!

Thanks to the fact that Salmin was concerned about the style of the Dark Angels and had not dared to send out the 10,000 Fallen Angels, he now had such a heavyweight rapid reaction force in his hands.

"Support will arrive soon, but I order you to stay where you are and not enter the inner city." This is to protect Yarrick and his imperial troops. Once this matter is leaked, the DA will not care who you are. By then, you will know nothing and even death will be a luxury.

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"I advise you not to look up when the rain of steel falls from the sky. Now I am going to tell the Terran Inquisition the good news. Do you have anything else to say?"

"Of course, Lord Admiral, I request orbital bombardment to shatter the hive city's void shield."

This is no small matter. Orbital bombardment seems to be a trivial matter that the navy can do easily, but not to mention the risk of warships descending to low orbit, a single standard orbital bombardment will cost three million throne coins.

The rating of the Acheron Hive Void Shield is B-3, which means that it takes thirty standard orbital bombardments to break the Hive Void Shield, at least 5000 million throne coins. Some people may not feel anything about this, this is the theoretical salary of million Astra Militarum soldiers for one year, which is equivalent to the cost of + battle sisters or more than Astra Militarum soldiers (not counting the people themselves, people are the most abundant resource in the Empire.)

Of course, this was not what Thrall was worried about. The money issue was just an excuse. The real problem was ammunition. After the war, Armageddon's stock of live ammunition and coolant were almost exhausted.

These materials cannot be produced by Armageddon's own industry, so he can only buy them from the Forge World. Now he hasn't even sent anyone, where can he find so much ammunition? As for the ammunition that comes with the newly built warship? Come on, that's the ammunition for going to Cadia to fight Chaos. He doesn't think it's enough now, and you still want to embezzle it.

In short, support is fine, but orbital bombing is out of the question. Of course, if you really want, how about a Nova Cannon?

Before Salmin hung up, he suddenly remembered something. "I have already deployed my troops to the front line to attack the inner city. I don't need your command or help. Since the previous humiliation was not your intention but the arbitrary behavior of your adjutant, you can just go and kill your adjutant."

Yarrick understood what he meant by saying that. Using finance as an excuse to refuse orbital bombardment was to express the Navy's dissatisfaction to him. Supporting him was giving him face. If he didn't kill the adjutant, it would be not giving face to Salmin, and other support would be out of the question. And this support was what he needed, so it was time to make a decision.

He waved and called his adjutant over, "It's been forty-three years."

"Oh, yes. Time flies." The adjutant didn't understand what was going on and just continued.

"It is time for you to serve the Divine Emperor."

"Wh—bang!"

The old man seemed to be older. “Then let me see your sincerity.”

Chapter 59: Bombardment

"We are coming, looking to the skies for your salvation." - Kevan Stryker to Commissar Reed during the planetary assault on Blindhope

Five resources, 100 Dark Angels, 1 people, that is, 500 resources, two battleships. Sprinkle some water, how can you become stronger without krypton gold? Get out of the way, I'm going to start showing off.

Some people say that these 4 DAs are inner circle supermen. But unfortunately, these are the reinforcements sent by Luther before the real surrender, just ordinary infantry, ordinary standards of the Dark Angels, that is, all MK extreme power armor plus a few hundred Deathwing Iron Knight Terminators.

Salmin walked into the airdrop cabin with a spear in his hand, and behind him was a black ocean.

These Astartes wearing black armor were all painted with the livery of the Black Templars by Thalmin. As long as so many people did not paint the Dark Angels' logo, the DA would not dare to think of them as Fallen Angels. Thalmin comforted himself like this. As for the Grand Marshal's opinion? Thalmin agreed on his behalf. He really thought his things were all free.

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Acheron Hive

Jean Bart fell off the Storm Sword, and the heavy uniform was thrown to the ground casually. The holy pure white armor appeared out of thin air and protected her firmly. Then there was the gorgeous golden relief made of shining gold. These delicate and tense decorations with eagles, wings, and sharp blades as the main elements made this streamlined pure white armor feel like Warhammer 40k.

On the left shoulder is a protruding eagle ram in the style of the 30k Fulgrim power armor. This high golden shoulder armor will completely protect her vital parts when she charges sideways. On the right shoulder is a reinforced armor with a Vichy cross relief, symbolizing that she is both the Imperial Navy Amphion Queen of Glory battleship and the Jean Bart of the Vichy Church.

The battle flag in her right hand fluttered in the wind, but this was not the upright battle flag that was mainly used on the battlefield in 40k, but rather the old style in 2k. This horizontal flag hung on an extended lance was an old style that was only used in intra-planetary battles, with an Imperial Sky Eagle and a foreshadowing on one side and a Vichy Cross on the other.

Other weapons also have the flavor of the Empire - the blade of the power command knife on the waist is a curved wing, and the counterweight is a small and exquisite golden head. Not to mention the round shield hanging on the left arm, the laurel leaf relief is a half-buried golden pure human half skeleton, this kind of pure magic weapon may only be regarded as a symbol of holiness in Warhammer.

The good news is that she just wears a laurel leaf wreath on her head, the same style as Guilliman, and the flaxen high ponytail is also tied in the Azure style rather than the high ponytail style in Warhammer. Brother Dun's high ponytail is really vomiting.

Beyond her gorgeous cloak that is all crimson except for the magical pure white fine fur where it trails the ground, there is her symbol of being a ship girl and the source of her true power - the main body of her ship suit.

The most eye-catching thing was the four huge metal wings floating in the air—no, those were not wings, but sixteen heavy plasma weapon arrays. The densely packed gun holes exuded a fascinating dark blue, which was the meaning of death.

When you are scared and shift your view, you will find that under her wings, there is a platinum-colored two-headed mechanical dragon lurking behind her (refer to the mechanical dragon of Iron-Blooded Aegir Egnis). The power claws of this ferocious mechanical behemoth can tear a Titan apart like tearing a piece of paper.

But its real horror lies in the Titan battleship-level firepower it carries. The four bombardment turrets on its head are enough to tear several light battleships apart with just one round of bombardment. The six super-heavy light spear turrets installed on the dragon wings and the fourteen light spear turrets densely spread all over its body are even more heavyweight - such a round of irradiation is enough to melt the entire nest or even sublime!

Of course, the Amphion Queen of Glory battleship is more than just a bombardment ship. The six ordinary golden ribbons hanging on her cloak are not decorations, but six shuttle ramps and twelve squadrons of fighter planes.

(The Azure Shipgirls followed the local customs and became fully armored. And Jean Bart also got a mechanical dragon. You, the good people, work hard. Join us Iron Blood, the mechanical dragon is great.)

You can't use live ammunition weapons on a star. Once the huge power is fired in an atmosphere with a lot of medium, the terrifying impact and explosion alone are enough to wipe out friendly forces and make you a fan. Although beam weapons are deflected on a star, the distance of the direct firepower of the ship girl is not deviated at all.

Unfortunately, the light spears were too penetrating. Jean Bart was afraid that the Hive City would be torn apart completely, given its material. As a result, her complicated weapons were reduced to plasma and carrier-based aircraft.

The sixteen heavy plasma weapon arrays on Jean Bart's metal wings are exactly the main guns on the side of the Amphion Glory Queen battleship, 8000 inches 6 times the caliber. It's time to test your concentration. What is 8 inches? What is 8000 inches?

the answer is--

203m, yes, the unit is meter. The power brought by this terrifying size is naturally unmatched. If it fires at full power, it will only take a moment to flatten the nest. The good news is that as a mature energy weapon, its power can be controlled by energy supply.

Jean Bart naturally took off in an extremely elegant posture, as if the two pairs of metal wings were real. However, the style of the metal wings is just decoration. If anyone really thinks that the ship girl uses them to fly, they are wrong. Flying is as natural to them as standing on the water.

When the fascinating blue light emitted by the metal wings was like a beacon, the air within a radius of hundreds of meters was distorted, and the building directly below was slightly melted by the high temperature. Jean Bart knew that it was ready, and the energy was charged to the minimum limit for firing, which was one tenth of the rapid-fire mode.

Ten thousand years later, the four cannons will roar again, but before that, the mechanical dragons can no longer contain their excitement. With the high dragon roar, four balls of hot plasma penetrated into the hive city like beams of light. Half of the sky was dyed blue by this attack, and when the hive city returned to its normal color where it had been in contact with the residual heat of the plasma, a straight passage three blocks wide connected the inner and outer city areas - the entire hive city structure was drawn with a straight line visible on the map.

Everything is over. Under such divine might, all resistance is futile. As the Iron Angel slowly descends, amid the roar of the dragon, the armor and explosions of the Solar Auxiliary Army will advance along this straight line and crush all the villains.

Just, quite suddenly.

This book was written quite suddenly. I just made an outline without any details. I just wrote it and posted it on cwm. I'm in school, so it might be a little difficult to update it, but since I've already written it here, I'll continue and try to finish it.

Let me complain about this book. Damn, no one really writes about Warhammer naval battles! I searched for a long time and was recommended to read Death and the End, which has a naval battle scene, but the result is that hundreds of ships exploded, dozens of ships exploded, and dozens of ships collided...

? I am really speechless. In the end, I can only write it by myself. If you have a detailed non-boarding naval battle, please leave a message here and I will take a look.

Then there is the ratio of Azur Lane to Warhammer Lane. Can I say that this is a Warhammer 40k fanfiction, not an Azur Lane fanfiction? (doge) I may not be able to say it now, but at the beginning I just disliked the ugly women in Warhammer 40k, and I didn't want to write about being single. In addition, I gave the protagonist enough power to wear a plug-in. I just put on a skin.

In the early stage, I assumed that everyone knew the setting of Warhammer 40k, so I only introduced the setting of KanColle. But I found that it was not the case. Many people were attracted not by Warhammer 40k, but by the Azur Lane I used as a skin. So I increased the role of Azur Lane and supplemented the introduction of the setting of Warhammer 40k.

But the Azur Lane part may not be well written, after all, my understanding of Azur Lane is only based on the fact that I have played it for six years, and I have not understood it in detail. Please point out any mistakes and suggestions. I am more confident about Warhammer 40k, so please point out any mistakes and suggestions, but please use accurate data.

There is definitely a harem, but the question of whether it is yuri or not has sparked a lot of discussion. It's not like the wings are tied together. And I roughly understand what some people mean - I feel like I have traveled through time from the ACG circle a few years ago. The yuri that I understand is now called yuri destruction? The changes are so big, and the contradictions are so sharp...

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Chapter 60: The Rebirth of the Bonebreaker

Ragnar, a powerful and rational Astartes, had experienced battles thousands of times more dangerous than this - after he pierced the Spear of Russ heavily into the single eye of the huge "Red One-Eyed Ogryn" and knocked the corrupted Ascended Primarch into the Warp, no enemy could arouse his fear.

Ragnar is not like an ordinary Space Wolf. He is considered to be the one who "has the most wolf in his bones". In his heart, the fiery passion of his battle brothers has been frozen into a layer of cold and deadly frost. He will only get excited when he thinks about the bloody battle that is about to break out.

But he hadn't been this excited for a long time, a long, long time. The feeling of walking on the edge of life and death, where the slightest mistake would lead to his eternal damnation, made him miss it and his blood boil; and the undignified death of his brothers who had shared life and death with him made him angry but also calm down.

He felt that even the blood of Russ was cheering and roaring! This conflict was almost driving him crazy! He had forgotten that his original purpose was just to delay time - he wanted to kill this alien!

His angry roar also inspired the other Space Wolves. The Space Wolves who were retreating to the Stormbirds fired their last bolts at the Bone Crusher. These fine attacks did not really hurt it, but the powerful impact still curbed the Bone Crusher's charge.

Originally, this was nothing. But Bone Crusher rushed too far, and when he was forced to stop, there was not a single friendly soldier around him!

Taking this opportunity, Ragnar and the last Wolf Guards surrounded it. Under the powerful power of the over-limit Terminator, the Bone Crusher was unable to move quickly again for a while. It also realized what it meant to be completely exposed to the enemy's heavy air firepower.

Even though it smashed the heads of two wolf guards in an instant and kicked Ragnar more than ten meters away, it was useless. The two Stormbirds in the air took this opportunity to fire deadly lasers and their last heavy bombs. In an instant, six large holes appeared on the upper body of the Bone Crusher, almost penetrating its body, and most of its heavy armor was destroyed by this attack.

The most dangerous time for a beast is definitely not when it is unscathed. When a beast is seriously injured and dying, it is its most dangerous moment! In the severe pain and rage of the serious injury, the Bone Crusher tore the last Wolf Guard and the Terminator armor in half, and the internal organs and armor fragments mixed with blood and flesh flowed on his body.

Just as it was about to roar to the sky, it was shaken by the intense pain and imbalance - the Frost Fang cut off half of its right leg with a speed and force far beyond what it had before, and even split half of its leg bone.

What? What did you do? It's impossible. The bones of the bone crusher are harder than adamantium. With such a thickness, even a saw would consume all the power. How could your finely crafted chainsaw sword Frostfang split half of its leg bone?

All the questions were answered when Bonebreaker saw that figure - there were more beasts than just Bonebreaker. Ragnar's helmet had long been lost in the fierce battle, and his original face was covered with dense long hair. His slender fangs had broken through the restraint of his mouth and were violently and savagely exposed. Hair was faintly visible in the holes of his Terminator armor. He had transformed into a wolf!

After repelling this powerful enemy five or six meters with a single gun barrel, the Bone Crusher was not surprised but delighted. It was actually laughing heartily, longing for a powerful and equally powerful opponent. Only fighting, fierce and life-and-death battles can make orcs stronger. "Little wolf, your teeth and head are all mine! Waaaaagh!"

And now he finally found a perfect opponent, even more suitable than the old one-eyed man. Every clash of swords was a pure confrontation of strength, and every vibration was a cry of all the muscles and bones. The roar of the whistling wind brought by its movements became louder and louder, and the green light lingering around its body became brighter and brighter.

Even in his frenzy, Ragnar sensed something was wrong, but his several surprise attacks against the prepared Bonebreaker were fruitless, and his attempts to trade injuries were also unsatisfactory. When this stalemate was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye, Ragnar was at a disadvantage, and something even worse happened.

When the green light surrounding the Bone Crusher reached its peak, the tangible Waaagh energy impact blew away everything around him. The scattered armor fragments and bullets at this moment were like little surprises in the triggered broadsword, tearing everything in front of them wantonly.

Even the wolf-like Ragnar couldn't avoid this AOE that had no blind spots. He turned helplessly in the air, with several holes in his body pierced by the shrapnel. He fell to the side and his life or death was unknown. The Frostfang was also inserted diagonally beside him and stopped roaring. Is everything over?