Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!"

Bonebreaker had never felt so good before. After a hearty battle, the confusion of being killed and resurrected was swept away. "I am Bonebreaker, the chosen one by God, the great prophet, the strongest and most corrupt Bonebreaker Saraka!"

When a skinny and short shrimp pierced through hundreds of thousands of orcs in a few seconds and approached him, he was indeed afraid. It was shameful, but it was true - that kind of existence was completely beyond the standard, and if there was no equal opponent, all resistance to that demigod would be futile.

But he couldn't die yet! He was a great prophet, the chosen one of God, and his great cause had not yet begun. He was unwilling to die like this, being trampled like grass. Was this ridiculous way of dying worthy of him being a bone crusher? So he retreated, he ran away...

When he saw the powerful shrimp demigod's mocking sneer, in order to delay the precious time to escape, he didn't even dare to say his name - shame, the ultimate shame! And this ridiculous behavior, the ultimate shame, was all because of his fear?

The honor of being chosen by God gave him all the courage, but after he tarnished this honor, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was a confused orc boy. When he was floating in the great green tide, inexplicable emotions were like a long-toothed Squig gnawing at his internal organs.

And now, he understood! He is the Bonebreaker, Bonebreaker Saraka! He is powerful not because of his identity or ideals. Strength! He is honored by his unrivaled strength! No matter who it is, he only fights. Just one defeat, watch me kill him back. In an instant, his domineering aura immediately surged, and it increased wildly! Kill kill kill kill kill! His momentum at this moment is 50 times stronger than he has ever been!

Incomparable domineering thoughts, incomparable madness. ... Such a terrifying demon god! ... Is there anything in the world that can resist it? Damn it, is there anything in the world that can resist it?

At this moment, an endless roar came from afar, and the entire hive was trembling under such great power. "Hahaha, even the world is celebrating my new life! Waaaaaagh!"

Chapter 61 I, I, I, I am the Bone Breaker

Even the Bone Crusher was shocked by this horrific attack. From here, a huge hole of thousands of kilometers ran through the inside and outside of the hive, as if it was going to split the entire hive in two. He frowned. Why did he feel that this super-thick beam of light was used to hit me?

Just now, the research institute where he had resurrected, along with the mad doctor and his favorite fart spirit, disappeared forever from this world. If his resurrection had been delayed by ten minutes, it might have turned into a part of the semi-solidified ground along with the steel and debris. He felt uneasy again, which made him angry.

When the scorching air waves followed closely behind, and even the small storm caused by the collision of cold and hot air currents was faintly visible, he felt something was rushing towards him, a huge threat.

But before that, he had to deal with the thief or the big toys. Ah, the big shrimp was stealing his loot. The wolf head and those fangs belonged to him, yes, his bone crusher. "Put it down, thief!"

"For Russ and the Allfather! Save the Lord." Oh, those big shrimps are starting to mutter these nonsense again. He has realized that only power is everything, and he now has a lot of power, overwhelming power! Therefore, he will have everything, and everything will be glorious because it is held by me, the Bonebreaker!

He raised his left hand gently, and the four-barreled heavy bolter that had already emptied all its bullets roared again. Not many were fired, but it still broke more than a dozen Astartes in half. Bonebreaker proudly shook the heavy bolter that had no bullets. "Hahaha, this is my power."

Leader of the Goffs, warlord, great prophet, chosen by God. These are the positions and reputations that I, Bonebreaker Saraka, have had. Each one is stronger than the other, and each one is higher than the other.

My name is - Saraka. The strongest orc in the world. Since my rebirth, my strength and Waaagh energy have continued to grow. My magical power is so strong that only the "beast" five thousand years ago can be compared with me.

Compare? Humph! Perhaps my current strength has far surpassed that of my ancestor! And to ensure that I always have invincible power, I will do whatever it takes - everything that is necessary! In addition to dealing with all the orcs who don't obey me, they must also give me anything they can help me with. If there are any who don't obey, even if they are my gods, I will not let them go, even if they are my gods, even if they are my gods. Because this is my way, my - path.

How could I be wrong? No. Even if I was wrong, it would only be the fault of the brats, the fools, the farts. Because without my amazing wisdom and great power, they would still only live in a small world without the Great Chaos and the ever-lasting civil war.

Therefore, all the orcs who don't want to die and don't want to suffer should fear me, be loyal to me, respect me, and worship me! Appreciate me, the leader of the high-ranking army, and swear to fight for me, the warlord, the great prophet, the God-chosen one...

"I, I, I, I'm the Bonebreaker!" The Bonebreaker ignored the Space Wolves' counterattack bombs. The bombs hit his broken armor accurately but had no effect at all. Even those lucky ones that landed on his flesh were blown away. The Bonebreaker, who had regained his spirit, was no longer a huge and bulky iron block. He was now a real orc warlord, the strongest of the entire orc race - the uncrowned king.

He was now genuinely happy for his power. He had never been so happy before, not even when he was just an orc boy and killed his war boss. He smiled like an innocent child, then bent down and picked up a chain saw axe from the ground.

The chainsaw axe hit the Stormbird's void shield heavily, causing a large number of violent ripples. Of course, it did not break it, but everyone was shocked by the scene - this is the void shield of a Warlord-class Titan. It can produce such violent ripples, which is undoubtedly beyond human power.

If we really want to make a rating, then there is no doubt that his power has exceeded the output of the Knight-level, or even the Warhound-level Titan! At this moment, the Bone Crusher has been upgraded to a demon! A real, well-known demon standing in the real universe, he is no longer something that the Astartes can deal with.

(Ordinary great demons are high-level stepping stones. This level spans a huge range. Just like ordinary great demons, there are tens of millions of nameless Four Gods in each family. And there are only a few thousand who are really named and can be picked out for a fight. The chief great demon is even more outrageous, and can fight the Primarch 40-60.)

"I won't allow anything to be on top of me! I'm the highest..."

The Bone Crusher moved, but no one could see his movements clearly. Even the Astartes who were aiming and shooting could not catch his trajectory. People only saw that the already tilted building collapsed a little more, and then another explosion and strong wind gave them the answer.

In an instant, the Bone Crusher had broken through the sound barrier. He was faster than the wind. His power claws tore through the solid wall, using the force to throw his huge body onto the roof. Then, with just a running start, the Storm Bird, which had lost its target and was at a loss, was already under his feet.

The Void Shield is not invincible. It cannot withstand slow objects. Bonebreaker naturally understands this. When he landed on the Storm Bird and was inside the Void Shield, he knew that the battle was over.

Fortunately, the Black Templar pilot was also very determined. He knew he couldn't escape, so he decided to sacrifice his life. It was better for him to live than for me to die, so he simply turned off the void shield and flipped 180 degrees, sliding straight to the ground before the Bone Crusher could pull him out of the cockpit or jump into another plane.

"Lord!" Taking this opportunity, the Space Wolves finally dug Ragnar out of the ruins. There was no time to treat him, so they just gave him three shots of combat potion to keep him alive. As long as the Astartes were not missing any limbs, they would be able to heal on their own.

Ragnar's wolf transformation actually disappeared on its own. His brain, which had been not working very well to begin with, became sober immediately after being stimulated by the combat potion. Then he would rather fainted - less than 300 meters in front of him, a Storm Bird that was more expensive than their entire company exploded into a pile of scrap metal.

Send it, the last time I encountered this kind of thing was last time.

At the critical moment when the Ascended Primarch Magnus was about to descend into the physical universe, he used a beautiful spear to pierce the Space Wolves' most precious relic - their father's weapon "Spear of Russ" - into Magnus's single eye, successfully destroying the ritual and turning the tide.

Of course, it would have been better if Magnus had not brought the Spear of Rus back to the Warp when he fell. His merits did not outweigh his faults, and he was exiled to Terra to stand guard. If he had not saved a noble female navigator, he would have spent the rest of his life standing guard on Terra.

Then today he gave the Black Templar's precious relic Stormbird to the enemy - he was already thinking about where Terra could be less boring. If he could still survive today, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

In the distance, the Bonebreaker walked out of the fire and smoke, unharmed, with a bloody black helmet in his hand. Ragnar struggled to stand up, using Frostfang to support himself. "For--"

A huge explosion interrupted his vow of death, and the Bone Crusher and everything around it were engulfed in a huge flame. Then he heard a whistling sound, which was the sound of heavy artillery, at least 14 inches! ——Reinforcements have arrived.

Chapter 62: Death of the Bonebreaker

"All-Father, angels, steel angels..."

In the storm caused by the collision of cold and hot air currents, a petite steel knight broke through the wind. The scorching air wave followed closely behind him, pressing everyone down so hard that they couldn't raise their heads. The roar made him dizzy without a helmet, and he only vaguely remembered the blue steel wings that looked incomparably huge in contrast.

Jean Bart frowned slightly. He was not dead? Ragnar guessed wrong. It was her anti-aircraft gun, a six-barrel 16-inch 60-caliber anti-aircraft gun array. The friendly forces were too close, and she did not dare to use the large-caliber secondary guns. But using her body to withstand hundreds of 406 large barrels? Is this a bit...

Oh, I opened it too, so it's okay. Fortunately, I'm a better person.Jpg

The current distance is almost zero distance for the ship girl, and it is impossible for her to miss the close-range bombardment. She only needs a thought, and a plasma cannon can send the newly resurrected Bonebreaker back to the Great Green Tide to read the bar, but Jean Bart just fell slowly from the air.

A plasma cannon can naturally kill the enemy instantly, but it will also kill friendly forces. Although Salmin, her commander said that he will bear all the consequences, this is not a reason to act recklessly. Not to mention that as a shield, she will not accept the commander being implicated because of her, and those Astartes who fought to this point even though they knew they were defeated are also respected by her.

Note ⑴: Her favorability refers to the voice when she likes someone, which comes from Genesis 15:1 in the Bible: "Do not be afraid, Abram! I am your shield, and I will greatly reward you."

She is Jean Bart, the glory of the Vichy Church. She cannot do such a despicable thing just to make it easier to kill. And most importantly, she has the strength to do it. Her armor and weapons are not just for show. Fighting her as a Queen of Glory-class battleship? Bone Crusher is not capable of this. Even if he has "ascended to the devil", he can't reach the level of a beast.

The holy angel slowly descended from the sky, and the ferocious beast also climbed out of the mud pit.

"I am the Bone Crusher, and I won't allow anyone to be taller than me!"

The mad beast roared at the angel and tried to act beyond the rules - it should be punished!

The lance was lowered lightly, and from behind her, a flame burst out of the void. No, it was a plasma trail ejected from an invisible nozzle, and dots of plasma fell in the air. It was beautiful, but if someone was dazzled by this mere prelude and did not hide in advance, they would have to compete with the battleship in speed.

Some people may not understand what normal supersonic speed in the flesh means. Let me put it this way. In the original novel, only the fastest Primarch Fulgrim has this speed. Neither the Angels nor the Khan can reach this speed. Although the high-level combat power of each faction has been greatly enhanced in my setting, supersonic speed is still unique to the T1 level.

Jean Bart's speed was not slow even among the Norn Apostles, High-ranking Demons, Lesser Gods, and Primarchs. Although her normal top speed was only 120, or 1.056 Mach, which was almost the lower limit of normal supersonic speed for the human body, her afterburner state was 3 times faster, and the duration of 3.168 Mach for more than minutes was enough to deal with most battles.

Such a charge could be called a killer move, and those who could take it or even dodge it could be called invincible. As for the newly promoted and genuine God-chosen One and the orc "Great Demon", could the Bonebreaker dodge it?

The answer is that he didn't hide.

Why not avoid it?

Because I'm not afraid.

Yes, who is he? He is the Bone Crusher! The invincible Bone Crusher - Saraka! Who do you think you are? Do you think a small flying shrimp is worthy of scaring me? Now I am the complete me, the real me. Even if it is the shrimp with a gun on the boat before, I will twist his head off in one go!

Because I am the Bone Crusher - there is no battle in the world that I cannot win!

He didn't move, and didn't even bother to defend himself. He just stood there, holding the power claw in his right hand. He was waiting. After taking on that shrimp's attack, I'm going to pull your iron chicken wings off! I won't allow anyone to be taller than me.

Jean Bart did not hesitate either - she was equally proud and confident in herself. Even if the attack came from the Primarch Vulkan, she would surely knock him down!

Jean Bart seemed to be integrated with the lance, no, she was integrated with the ship's equipment. The battle flag on the lance had succumbed to the air resistance and was tightly attached to the barrel. The long tail flame made her look like a meteor across the night sky from a distance, beautiful and deadly.

bingo!

The moment the Bone Crusher didn't dodge or avoid, the outcome was already determined. After bullying the weak for so long, one even forgets his own last name. Even if the strength is the same, no one is willing to take a blow from the enemy, let alone when the strength is inferior to the enemy.

The power gun tip easily pierced through Bonebreaker's Waaagh stance protection, tearing through his armor, his flesh, and his bones like a hot knife through butter before he could react.

With unparalleled force and speed, the golden spear penetrated the Bonebreaker's left chest, shattering his ribs. It crushed his heart and other internal organs like a broken bamboo, and then continued to shatter all bones and hard objects, even the thick spine was not spared. Finally, it went out from the right kidney, and cut off his right power claw.

Even if he was a bone crusher, he was still a creature of the physical universe, and he would collapse to the ground obediently even if his spine was broken. His huge body was almost split in two, and the huge impact sent him flying more than ten meters before he fell to the ground. Finally, he was knocked back by the sonic boom that followed, and his internal organs flowed all over the ground in the impact.

"No... Impossible, there is no competition that I can't win..." He couldn't accept it. He didn't even touch that shrimp. "I am the strongest--"

Before he could finish his words, Jean Bart, who had appeared behind him at some point, drew his sword and slashed off his head with his backhand. The heavy neck guard shattered with a sound of metal tearing, and the huge alien head rolled to the ground like a ball.

Bonebreaker is dead...

When Ragnar opened his eyes amid the explosions and strong winds, he saw such a ridiculous scene - Bonebreaker was dead... just like that? Dismembered and beheaded in the blink of an eye?

He didn't know what to say. What could he say? Was he empty? Was he confused? This difficult orc warlord who had overwhelming power over them was killed in a second by a "iron angel" who jumped out of the roadside like a dream? He couldn't understand this world more and more. He was used to being the last shield of mankind. For a moment, he was really surprised to be protected by others.

He was not an ignorant man, quite the opposite. He had fought against ascended primarchs, fought against great demons, fought against powerful aliens, whether they were the pointy-eared Eldar, the stinking Orks, or even the Tyranids who only knew how to kill and devour. He had fought against them one by one.

But he had rarely seen such a powerful being - he had personally experienced the strength of the Bone Crusher, and was killed instantly as a cushion. He did not react until the Bone Crusher's head rolled to his feet and tried to bite him.

When he inserted the Frost Fang into the Bone Crusher's brain from the broken surface and stirred the paste into more pieces, he felt something substantial. Bone Crusher was probably really dead... "Allfather."

Chapter 63: Shocking Changes in the Courtroom

Bone Crusher was probably really dead... "All-Father, in heaven."

As I said, he was used to being the last shield of mankind. He was really surprised to be protected and rescued from danger by others for a while.

If you are an ordinary PDF, you can ask for help when you are unable to defeat someone. Why play with a thousand dollars a month? What about the Star Army? Help them. A fifty thousand annual salary is not for show. Even if you are a Star Army soldier, there are still higher ones above you.

Stormtroopers or Skitarii are all tall men when the sky falls. Even if they encounter all kinds of monsters, the Astartes who come to help can tell them why humans are still the overlords of the galaxy. It is normal to be unable to beat the Jew.

But not the Astartes! The Astartes, the God-Emperor's angels of death. They are the highest pillars, and they have to bear all disasters and desperate situations by themselves. Even if they can't win, they have to fight, and even if they die, they have to bite off a piece of meat! Do they have to pray that their father will suddenly wake up and turn the tide in despair? (Guilliman clicked)

Being an Astartes is undoubtedly an honorable and widely respected identity, but it is definitely not a profession that should be chosen! The Death Squadron always has a good meal before going to the battlefield. But the Astartes will only welcome the next death battle after the death battle.

There was once a question: If you were to travel through Warhammer 40k, which chapter would you choose? However, the most praised answer was not any chapter or legion, but "Gah, I don't want to travel through time, I don't want to travel through Warhammer 40k!" The Space Marines can only struggle hard in this desperate cesspool until their souls return to the Golden Throne.

Oh, so the Astartes do have some hidden benefits. If nothing unexpected happens, when they die, their souls will return to the Golden Throne, which may be a hellish joke in other worlds, but in Warhammer it is a real reward for loyalty.

Ragnar put down Frostfang - he was too tired, not to mention piercing Bonebreaker's head with the sword and nailing it to the ground, he didn't even have the strength to hold it up. But he was still surprised, he stared at the figure who had turned around, a woman?

"Celestine?" Ragnar's hoarse voice broke the silence. No wonder he thought so. Although Warhammer 40k is truly equal for both sexes, it has to be admitted that the proportion of women in high-level combat power is very low. For a moment, he could only think of one woman who could kill a bonebreaker instantly, the living saint Celestine.

Celestine is a woman, and Jean Bart is also a woman; Celestine has wings, and Jean Bart also has wings. They match, they match, it is exactly me, it is exactly me.

However, there is a fatal misunderstanding here. Celestine probably cannot beat the Bone Crusher. Even though it was killed by Jean Bart in 1A second, even if it took Celestine's sword, Celestine would probably have to run away again if the Emperor did not intervene.

To be honest, Bonebreaker died of hubris.

He thought he was invincible, so he stopped dodging. The purity was too high.

But, purity, is it useful? The Bone Crusher is indeed very strong. If it had focused all its attention from the beginning, fought desperately, or even surrounded the Astartes on the field to fight, it would still be possible to exchange its life for injury. At least it would not die so easily.

Unfortunately, no if.

"I'm Jean Bart, admiral of the Armageddon Vichy battle group. Captain, do you need my help?" Captain means company commander. Jean Bart is in the Imperial Navy and is not in the same organization as the Astartes. You can't call him company commander or lord, you can only call him by his rank, Captain.

"Huh?" Ragnar was stunned. Can you please translate for me what an admiral is? I wouldn't be so angry even if you said you were the Primarch. An admiral is different from a general of the Astra Militarum. He commands the fleet in combat, a purely civilian position. With this kind of combat power, you tell me you are a civilian, and you are almost at the top of the civilian position?

He is not an ignorant person. He killed the Bone Crusher in an instant. This is a performance of the Primarch level. That blow, a meteor falling from the sky. What words can be used to describe such a heavy weight?

"Irresistible", "irresistible", "absolute", "dominance", "royalty", "sky-shattering", "destruction", "despair", these words can all be used to describe this heaviness, but none of them are enough. If Ragnar had to find a word to describe it - a power that he dared not even imagine in his dreams.

He looked at her sadly, a weak woman, and he hoped that she would chuckle and say that it was just a joke, and that she was the strongest living saint, Celestine herself. Otherwise, he would be the joke - a civilian had such fighting power, so what were they, the Astartes, doing here?

Protected. This word was too far away from him. He didn't want to see hope. The Primarch-level combat power of mankind was undoubtedly hope, a glimmer of hope that could not affect the situation of the empire. But seeing a glimmer of hope in despair was the most cruel thing. If he had never seen the light, he could naturally endure the darkness.

"I don't understand..." he said painfully.

"I don't understand what you mean." Similar words were spoken in a corner of the inner city of the hive. "Why did you start the ceremony in advance! Inquisitor Samar?" Erwin, the clown of the Isstvan faction, shouted.

He was just a little bit foolish, not stupid. After seeing the bright blue liquid flames rising behind the Inquisitor of Samar, he had an ominous guess. His hand gently grasped his real weapon, "Black Sun", under the cover of his robe. This is an extremely precious anointed power sword that kills demons like slaughtering dogs!

Sure enough, along with the biting cold, the surging psychic impact was blocked by the Radiant Shield he activated in advance, and after blocking the strange demonic fire again, the rose rosary broke into two pieces. But before it fell to the ground with a bang, the sharp blade of the Black Sun had already broken through Samar's psychic shield.

This really opened Samar's eyes. Thanks to the previous performance of this Istvan clown, Samar had no idea that he had hidden an anointed power sword. He was unable to dodge it and his left arm was cut off in the first second of the fight, and even his staff fell to the ground.

No, it is better to say that the purpose of Erwin's sword is the staff. As a member of the Horus sect, Samar specializes in chaos sorcery, and it is really difficult to deal with him when he wields a demon weapon. However, if he loses the demon staff, it will not be so easy to use chaos sorcery. The cost and erosion alone are a hurdle.

But things went beyond Erwin's expectations. Thick black smoke and sizzling sound came out from the broken section of Samar's left arm, and then it twisted into a huge monster with shrill cries and wails - Samar had already become a demon!

The terrifying spiritual energy, which was dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than before, instantly crushed all of Erwin's resistance. His entire body was lifted up in the air with his limbs broken. He didn't care about the pain, but suddenly let out a distorted cry of surprise, "Lord of Change!"

Inquisitor Samar, no, it was the Great Demon of Tzeentch, Lord of Change, Ulatus. Samar finally reattached his broken arm. He opened his beak and said, "Quack, quack, quack, good, change is good. It's amazing. It's just a little toy for my amusement."

"I really don't want to kill you, but your plan is too extreme." The Lord of Changes circled around him twice and called out with interest. Now, let me see the full picture of your plan. "Extreme, but interesting. Hahaha~"

After searching his soul, even the Lord of Change smiled in surprise, "It's more extreme than the most extreme plan I could think of, but I was right before, the Isstvan faction is the real clown."

Even the Lord of Change was shocked by the amazing wisdom of the Istvaan sect!

Chapter 64: The Amazing Wisdom of the Isstvan School

"The price of our survival is pain, suffering and death." - Field Marshal Kratz during the Gorgon Bay Offensive

Even the Lord of Change was shocked by the amazing wisdom of the Isstvan sect! What kind of plan is this?

The Istvaan faction is going to do big things!

Condemned by many as warmongers and destruction-mongers, the Istvaan Faction is a radical faction within the Inquisition, rooted in the belief that humanity must become strong in order to survive in this unforgiving universe and take its rightful place among the stars.

For the Isstvanites, true power is born in suffering, conflict and misery. They found that the precious qualities of human tenacity, courage and bravery during the catastrophe allowed the empire to stand firm, while the weak were thrown into the flames of history and burned, becoming victims of the empire's supreme glory.

So far, it's fine. It's just the Alpha Legion's idea, just copying others' ideas. But what is the Inquisition? Such anthropomorphic ideas, can it reflect their amazing wisdom?

The Istvanites believe that the survival and strength of the Realm of the Emperor depends on a process of constant tempering until victory, which ensures the continuation and growth of the Empire. The Istvanite ideology is that only after near-destruction can humans get rid of their inherent weaknesses and become strong, allowing the Empire to continue to prosper.