Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Ruth's oath is a sacred thing'.

Through the Iron Man's communication relay, Ragnar Blackmane's pale and weak face, which had been injected with combat potions many times, appeared in front of the Grand Marshal. After Thalmin left, he hung up the communication. "The support of the Black Templars will be here soon. See you later, my lord." He slipped away first. He couldn't hold on even if 10,000 Black Templars came down, let alone the Grand Marshal.

My support? It can't be another DA with only a paint job but no relief changes, right? How many Dark Angels did the Alpha Legion kidnap? Several Holy Dreadnoughts, probably hundreds or even thousands of Astartes.

"Grand Marshal, I am lucky to see you again." He showed the Grand Marshal the huge head still stuck upside down on the Frostfang. "The Bonebreaker is dead, and the orcs are scattered and there is nothing to fear."

"You are very silent!" the Grand Marshal suddenly spoke.

"What?" Ragnar looked puzzled, as if he really didn't understand.

"You are talking to me with discretion. You have just achieved such success. Depression and calmness are not suitable for you, Space Wolves." The Grand Marshal personally fought with the Bone Crusher. At that time, the Bone Crusher needed the Grand Marshal to trade with it. According to Salmin, once it successfully resurrects, it will be even more terrifying. How can a mere Wolf Lord (Captain) pass it without injury?

In addition, the news was delivered by Salmin, and the Grand Marshal had doubts before. He came to the conclusion almost instantly - Salmin intervened, and even went beyond the level of assistance. And Ragnar's too light reaction almost confirmed his suspicion.

"But it's okay. Just don't tell anyone about the Primarch," he said.

Silence. Ragnar responded with silence.

He should not have kept silent. The Grand Marshal had finally confirmed his suspicions. The Astartes would not be like this after hearing the Primarch. He smiled and skipped the topic. He really hoped that the Grand Marshal, who had planned everything, would laugh soon.

Chapter 68 Landing

Burning, the whole nest is burning.

In the real universe, more than 40 Fury interceptors dived and pulled up again and again, and their laser cannons and heavy bombs set the entire city on fire. You know, the interceptors of Warhammer k are not small planes. On the contrary, they are the largest fighters in the Imperial Navy in order to undertake interception missions.

40 to 70 meters long, absolutely the size of a strategic bomber. Both the heavy bombs and laser cannons on board are more powerful than modern bombs. It is equivalent to thousands of strategic bombers carrying out strategic bombing on a large metropolitan area. The tragedy can be imagined.

It's a pity that there are no survivors in the nest city ravaged by traitors and orcs. Otherwise, dying under the flames of the God-Emperor is much better than being tortured to death in sacrifice, having your soul desecrated, or being eaten alive by green-skinned aliens.

I wanted to write "fortunately" originally. In reality, ignoring civilians and carrying out strategic bombing of large urban areas is undoubtedly an immoral and anti-human act. But this is the warhammer 40k! Being able to perish together with the enemies of humanity in the flames, what a glorious and decent end.

This was not the end. After repeatedly confirming that the Orks had lost their last bit of anti-aircraft firepower, the largest Astartes airdrop in ten thousand years began.

After the fleet isolated a large area of ​​airspace, a huge ship that was almost beyond human imagination, with a 57-kilometer-long body, slowly approached the planet's high orbit in invisibility. The next moment, countless black dots dragged blood-red tracks to make the final judgment for the enemies of mankind!

Of course, there was no interception. After fifteen minutes of hellish slaughter and shooting, there was no longer any force on the ground that could still fight back against the air. The angry machine spirits of the Dreadclaws had to do their duty under the might of the Iron Man. Thousands of red arcs fell from the sky.

The huge number seemed to cover the sky and the sun. More than 2,000 fighters also celebrated for them, soaring up in the air to escort them. Then they swooped down faster than the Terrorclaws, and the barrage of bullets cut the landing site into an absolutely safe flat ground. Then came the Stormbirds that transported various types of vehicles. These vehicles were the lifeblood of the Ravenwing.

When 10,000 Dark Angels landed smoothly, victory was almost declared. Salmin slowly stepped out of the Terrorclaw, and the wind wave brought by the spear rolled the orcs hiding in the ruins of the building in the distance into meat paste. "Go and vent your anger, and bring me victory, my warriors!"

For a moment, the humming sound of explosive bombs and power swords resounded throughout the hive. Victory was inevitable. There was only one reason for the orcs' failure, and that was encountering him, Salmin. But victory was not enough, he wanted a big victory! Just like Uma Musume, one move or death, don't say that three moves is also victory, it's useless!

Salmin took a final look at the troops that came down with him, leaving behind an Extinction Bird as the heavy firepower. He rode sideways on the barely smooth left shoulder of the Extinction Bird like a noble lady riding a horse in the Middle Ages and flew away, but it didn't take long for him to laugh at his own stupidity - why didn't I ride a Storm Bird?

A dazzling, pure gold, beautifully made special Stormbird appeared as he waved his hand. Such special Stormbirds were usually used by the Primarchs, but this one was different - this Custodian Stormbird was the exclusive vehicle of the Emperor and Malcador the Mage.

It's also related to Alpharius. After Alpharius grew up in the palace, his brain went haywire. He wanted to test the quality of the palace's defenses, so he went out and transformed himself into a mortal, trying to sneak into the palace and assassinate the emperor as a pure mortal.

It can only be said that the Primarch is the Primarch, and he really let him sneak in among the cargo! Then he used a picked-up knife to instantly kill the Custodians in an Assassin's Creed style, and was not stopped until the Emperor and Malcador's shuttle was about to land by Valdor, and Valdor was almost stabbed to death by him.

Valdor's first experience of meeting the Primarch was extremely bad, but when he was stopped by Malcador and wanted to curse, he was slapped in the face by Alpharius - the palace defense turret had already been controlled by Alpharius when he infiltrated, and if Alpha hadn't turned it off himself, the shuttle would have been shot down long ago.

Although Afa could not defeat the Emperor and Malcador, the first and second super psykers of mankind, without the defense turrets, this did not affect the dereliction of duty of the Custodians. The Primarch opened the eyes of the Custodians when he first appeared, and did not do anything good afterwards. No wonder during the Heresy, the Custodians acted as if they had said that the Primarch and the Astartes were not good people and should be made into Custodians.

Anyway, after this, the Custodians not only set up the "Blood Game", but also specially designed and manufactured this Custodian Stormbird for the Emperor as a means of transportation between the Imperial Palace and the Emperor's Dream, although the Emperor stayed at home most of the time and it was Malcador who used it.

This cost-effective Imperial Guard Stormbird is largely based on the Ares Gunship. Its frame is a relic from before the Dark Age of Technology, handcrafted by the Archmagos of the Mechanicum. It is covered in brilliant gold, and its void shield has been replaced with a stronger relic shield. The two Akinus Super-Giant Flash Cannons it is equipped with can easily destroy an Emperor-class Titan in one round.

Now, this gorgeous vehicle full of technology and ruthlessness has become a precious collection of Salmin. However, someone is thinking about how to squeeze its surplus value - this main gun may be able to directly exchange for a great sage on Mars, and there are also shields, reactors, electronic warfare systems... Damn, it's really valuable!

On the other side, the Grand Marshal was speechless as he looked at the trails all over the sky. How much? How much is this? !

At least 10,000 Astartes, 10,000 Dark Angels. Can the current DA afford so much? Are you Alpharius or Lion? The Grand Marshal really couldn't hold back. He observed these DAs up close and his evaluation didn't seem fake. How many Alpha Legions would he have?

Fifty thousand, a hundred thousand? The Grand Marshal didn't dare to guess any further. And this entire fleet, not to mention that they were all newly built. Completely legal troops have this number, what about those that can't be taken out? He seemed to have seen the tip of the iceberg. It can only be said that fortunately he didn't seem to have completely rebelled. As long as he still stood on the side of the Divine Emperor, all his actions could be tolerated.

The Grand Marshal didn't notice at all that her face was no longer calm. It was like the arrogant little C who was suddenly pressed against the wall and the alarm was out of power. She was helpless and could only hope that the perpetrator would forgive her. Not only could she not call for help but had to help him cover up, which made her even more humiliated and angry.

Okay, enough fantasy time. The Marshal, male, 2.31m, 135kg, can punch your head into your stomach.

As for what to do with so many extra people in the Black Templars, it's actually the same thing. If you have a thousand extra people in the Codex, the Inquisitors will smell the scent and come over. But if you have ten thousand extra people in the Black Templars, the Inquisitors will not dare to attack, and the really stupid ones will be held down - more than sixteen thousand Astartes are no joke, ha, don't splatter your blood on me.

Chapter 69 Ron's Happiness

The wind was filled with the smell of blood and death. The flames and smoke were covered by the broken corpses and pools of blood all over the ground.

Killing, great?

The green skin's tight muscles are torn apart along the fiber direction and bones, and the unique charm of a little bit of toughness is really wonderful. The pleasure of destroying with your own hands is far greater than operating a naval gun to turn everything into ashes.

If the orc's head was pulled off in an instant, the hard head structure would even reveal a long string of cervical vertebrae. At the same time, the broken blood vessels would spray hot blood more than ten meters high.

Unfortunately, these creatures don't wail, even when they are extremely frightened or in extreme pain. It's really disappointing. But there are still some good things. These prey and toys will come to her endlessly for her to tear apart. Her claws penetrate the warm and soft internal organs without any hindrance, and then easily pull out the spine from the belly and pierce through its mouth, causing it to burst.

In addition, there are some torture techniques that are difficult to write down, which are quite German-style and are specifically for pleasure. It is not to kill for the sake of killing, but it is not to torture for the sake of torturing. She just simply wants to hear wailing.

The bloodbath ended when a fart-evil standard-bearer who strayed into the battlefield finally howled in fear after seeing his war boss turned into a living ball of flesh in five seconds. The dazzling spears of light swept away the orc troops in the distance, along with any survivors.

"Hahaha, ahhahaha." Ron's bloody claws held up that beautiful and charming face and laughed wildly - her surroundings had completely turned into the Slaanesh Demon Realm. It was really great to slaughter like this, without having to worry about scaring the commander, and being able to kill in the most brutal way was really refreshing.

That's right, her killing for pleasure is a complete act of Slaanesh, not Khorne, which is the purpose of ordinary battles. If she were not a noble untouchable, she would be promoted to a demon in no time. Lady Thirst would not let go of such a "good seedling".

The smile didn't last long. This horrible perverted butcher was once again driven by the emptiness in his heart. Only jealousy, commanders, destruction and killing could fill that endless emptiness. Disaster once again wandered in hell. We can only pray that no little cutie who is not within the friendly recognition range will encounter this killing god.

You know, although the real horror of the battleship girls is not in close combat, it does not mean that their close combat is weak, especially the terrifying power output that is completely inconsistent with their appearance and the supersonic maneuverability of their physical bodies, which perfectly fills the ecological niche between the Primarch and the Great Demon.

One of the most interesting things about Warhammer is that there is a huge gap between the Primarch and other units. Who is below the Primarch? Marshal of the Custodes Valdor, not the level of Grand Marshal of the Custodes, and then there is the E God Selection like Sigismund. Under the serious Primarch, he can be considered the strongest for a few minutes. The gap is not that a dozen Sigismunds can kill the Primarch.

Apart from the KanColle, who are almost invincible in the real universe, even the ordinary Astartes have the upper hand in the bloody battle. It's not just the Dark Angels.

"This is the Dark Angel, this is definitely the Dark Angel." Sinuhei, the Storm Prophet of the Brotherhood of the Scimitars, thought to himself, but as the saying goes, one should be grateful to the person who gave him the favor, and the White Scars had just taken the medicine from the Black Templars and used their weapons and supplies, so he should just pretend that he saw nothing.

"Suboden Khan," he gestured to his boss, "the brothers have almost recovered. Why don't you go ask the Black Templars for a defense zone instead of just standing there and watching."

Khan Subotang lowered his voice and said in the private communication channel: "Don't you think they are a little strange? Aren't these Dark Angels too rich? Their fighting style is also awkward - they seem to be very adapted to this kind of battle that frequently calls for fire support, and it is obvious that relying too much on mortals is usually regarded as dishonorable."

The Storm Prophet glanced around and saw that, including the two they were riding in, there were now four Stormbirds with their void shields deployed, escorting the team like gunboats. Two unfamiliar armored vehicles (Legislators) loaded with supplies were placed in the middle for protection, and four Sacred Dreadnoughts were leading the way.

They seemed to have no honor at all. Whenever they encountered the slightest obstacle, several Furies would swoop down, and dense laser cannons, heavy bombs, and even a huge anti-ship missile would raze all obstacles or suspicious places to the ground - he didn't even see the precious sacred and fearless siege drill turn!

Yes, they are not like the Astartes. So quiet, too quiet! Even if we cannot say our own battle cry, we can say "For the God-Emperor".

Even though there were four Holy Dreadnoughts, twenty-one Deathwing Terminators, and two hundred and forty-seven Astartes in front of him, he still had to say, "They don't look like Astartes, but more like a reinforced army."

The Storm Prophet knew what was wrong. They were not like us. Astartes were first Astartes and then monks, emphasizing honor and sacrifice. "An enhanced army, they have been deliberately avoiding death." They never tried to annihilate the enemy. The root of all strange behaviors was that they were reluctant to die. Why didn't they want to sacrifice?

We are the Death Angels of the God-Emperor, the most important currency of the God-Emperor. Playing the greatest role and dying gloriously in battle is our best destiny. But they don't seem to think so. It's okay to say one or two out of habit, but all of them? Could it be that they see hope?

——Only those who see hope and desire the future want to live.

The moment this thought came to my mind, a strong sense of absurdity and a faint excitement surged into my heart. Hope? It was too ridiculous, too unreal, and too desirable.

The two looked at each other and understood what the other was thinking. They had to ask what brought hope while they were still fighting brothers.

As for how to ask? The White Scars warriors are not as barbaric as they look. On the contrary, each of them is an intellectual with culture and morality. There is no need to be so pretentious, and there is no need to inquire about intelligence. Since we are fighting brothers now, just go and ask directly.

The truth is simple. If they really had hope, they would not have any excuses and would even happily share it with White Scar. Whether they were hesitant or silent, it meant that there was something wrong with them. The so-called hope did not exist and even pointed to a darker existence.

Subodon Khan and the Storm Prophet smiled at each other and squeezed to the side of the Holy Dreadnaught who was protecting the flank, but there was nothing he could do.

A Dark Angel commander might be just a soldier, not an important person. But the Dreadnoughts are different, especially the Holy Dreadnoughts. If you don't have the qualifications, you really can't enter the Holy Dreadnoughts. Therefore, if there is something going on, the Holy Dreadnoughts must be the ones who know the most.

"Respected elder, the lost younger generation wants to obtain the guidance of your ancient wisdom. I don't understand why you are fighting like this, do you see any hope?"

He heard a click, and he knew it was the sound of the private communication channel. He felt a little happy and excited, because if he didn't want to give, there was no need to communicate.

Sure enough, when a Deathwing Iron Knight Terminator wearing a signature winged helmet came over with a book and a storage device, a deep and majestic voice sounded from the speaker. "I don't know what hope you are talking about, but this is a vision for the future development of mankind, and we fight for it."

Subotang Khan respectfully took the book and thanked him.

"Imperial Truth", a book he had never heard of. Then, he saw the words written on it: Written by Emperor Malcador.

Chapter 70: Imperial Truth and T-Bird Overturn

The Imperial Truth was the great lie told by the Emperor during the Great Crusade, and was also the core guiding ideology of the Empire and the Space Marine Legions at the time.

The Imperial Truth emphasizes: A gentleman should not talk about strange things. There are no ghosts or gods, no supernatural phenomena, and no magic or witchcraft among the stars. Everything can be interpreted through scientific means. Humans can overcome everything with the light of reason. Nothing should be worshipped. In the rational galaxy, the backward concept of religion needs to be completely eliminated.

At the same time, this book also advocates human supremacy, and that humans are destined to be human beings. The Emperor will lead humans to recapture and build the galaxy, and guide the great revival of mankind. Through the changes before and after the occupation of the Empire, it proves that the Empire and the Emperor are the only correct path to save mankind. It shows all the wise or ignorant people the happy life of mankind after the Emperor unifies the galaxy, so that they can forget the current pain.

In the 40k world view, the Imperial Truth is one of the biggest lies in human history. It was completely recognized and seen through by everyone in the late period of the Great Heresy. After that, it was called the Great Lie by many people. Its content is completely contrary to the basic setting of the entire world view. It is one of the means by which the Emperor tried to separate humans from their dependence on the warp, but he ultimately failed.

With the failure of the Emperor's Webway Project, and the Emperor being forced to sit on the Golden Throne as God-Emperor, humanity became more and more of a psychic race, and the Imperial Truth became a lie.

In order to fulfill the lie of the truth of the Empire of God, which was completely contrary to the facts, during the Great Crusade, countless lost human civilizations that refused to give up their religious beliefs were wiped out, and a large number of books and archives involving the secrets of the warp were also burned throughout the galaxy.

When Horus first raised the banner of rebellion, due to the deception of the Imperial Truth, the loyalist forces lacked relevant knowledge and information, which resulted in them having no means to deal with the evil magic and demons in the Warp, and unable to understand these forces, so the rebels gained a huge early advantage.

However, as a book written by the Emperor himself, it still has some value. Putting aside the various ideas that contradict reality, the theories and practices in it are applicable. Let's put it this way, if this book is made a compulsory course for planetary and sector governors, the overall strength of the Empire can be improved by two levels.

The Khan and the Storm Prophet did not understand this, but it did not matter. When they saw the Emperor, Malcador, all thoughts disappeared, until the Storm Prophet seemed to dig up something from his memory, "Imperial Truth, my teacher seemed to have mentioned it when he told me about the deeds of the Khan."

Khan opened the book carefully and saw a faint golden light shining. This book was undoubtedly a printed copy, but the printed text was handwritten. He had an almost incredible guess.

The subsequent words of the Holy Fearless confirmed his guess without a doubt, "Although it cannot be called a precious thing, the preface and introduction in this book are copies of the Emperor's own handwriting." The Khan heard the boasting in his tone, but was not annoyed at all.

This paper book has a warm golden glow, and it is absolutely authentic. This kind of sacred relic related to the Emperor of God is enough to launch a grand holy war, and now it is lightly placed in his hand just because of a sentence. Just give it to him like this! Isn't it just to show off? Come on, show off as much as you can.

He simply took off the gauntlet that was in the way and gently turned the pages. Thanks to his enhanced superhuman brain, he turned to the last page of this booklet with less than 100,000 words, which only had a preface and introduction, in just one minute. At the end of everything, he saw another side of the God-Emperor.

'To the First Legion, my son, Lion El'Jonson - your father'

So, the Divine Emperor has this side. He would hand-copy his own works and give them to his children, just like an old father showing off his achievements to his children.

A precious holy book, but very strange. This is the definition given by the Storm Prophet. In this book, the Emperor of God emphasizes that he is not a god, there is no god in the universe, and everything should be scientific and rational. But the golden light shining on the paper book without energy supply does not think so. It is even absurd and ridiculous.

It's a pity that he didn't know about this rumor, otherwise he would understand. According to legend, after the destruction of the universe, there are two mouths left, one of which says I am not a god, and the other says this is also part of the plan.

However, the hidden Lord of Change was not in a very good mood. "Changes, too many changes. Not good. Changes are good, but where do so many servants of the cursed come from? I can't see the thread of their fate! No, why are there changes that I don't know about."

The thread of fate had become a mess. When the T-bird found himself being controlled by fate, a huge panic instantly overwhelmed him. "My Lord, Saint Tzeentch, please guide me."

If you think for a long time, you will desire to know; if you know a lot, you will be thirsty for thought. Only the wise and the treacherous will not be troubled.

In other words, even the Great Demon of Tzeentch and the Lord of Change are trapped by fate. Once they lose this power, they will be worse than ordinary conspirators.

There was no time to set up a ritual to call Tzeentch, and now it could only comfort itself by watching the losing battle. There were still three hours until the ninth day, and it looked at the clock tower in the distance. In any case, these mortals could not destroy a warship in three hours.

The ritual has reached its final moments, and I have already won. The Lord of Change looked down and saw that as a prelude to the ritual, a large number of blue and pink demons were pouring into the physical universe. Although their strength was far from satisfactory, it did not matter if they delayed the process.

Then it saw hundreds of furious planes swooping down and turning hundreds of thousands of square meters of the battlefront into a fiery hell. Although demons were not made of flesh and blood, they were no different from ordinary flesh and blood under laser cannons and heavy bombs, except that the bodies of demons would not remain in the physical universe.

Its own demon army, which it had high hopes for, only lasted three minutes, and its shrill cry came to an abrupt end. Aren't we fighting Astartes? When did the servants of the cursed use this trick? Shouldn't they fast-forward to the stupid melee phase, and then those barbarians would rush to the clown I controlled with high casualties to give me a wonderful performance?

--here we go?

--it's over.

A sense of absurdity came over him. What should I do now? The Lord of Change looked at the large number of Astartes who had already entered the ritual area under the cover of fearless and heavy weapons, with the momentum of plowing the house and sweeping the caves. He counted them and laughed to death. These alone were enough to kill him three times.

I'm leaving now. Anyway, the ritual has been irreversible. Even if these Astartes were multiplied nine times, they wouldn't be able to do anything to a 5,000-meter-long cruiser. I'll leave these guys to my "old friends".

It's a pity that we can't torture our old friend to death, but it doesn't matter who kills him. Through the "Blood Father" ritual, it was cleverly directed to Khorne. All the Changing Lords who died here would be sacrificed to Khorne as food. The Great Demons eaten by him would have no chance of resurrection. "A thousand years of grudges are cut off in one day, wonderful."

However, just as he was intoxicated, a strong sense of crisis made his entire bird stand up instantly, and he subconsciously activated the pre-made teleportation. Since it was pre-made, it naturally teleported to the center of the ritual field, in front of Astarte.

But even in such a dangerous situation, it still has to thank itself. Just like you thank yourself for deciding to quit masturbating today and turning off the computer the next moment when your mother suddenly comes in. It looks at the cruiser where it was standing just now. The place where it was standing before has been completely swallowed by the light spear, and the next moment the entire 5,000-meter-long cruiser is completely dismembered, shattered, and melted.

"What, what did you do?"

Chapter 71: The End of Change

Good news: it survived, bad news: temporarily, if nothing unexpected happens it can no longer escape. It looked at Astarte approaching within a hundred meters, "Hey, can we reconcile?"

The Grand Marshal swung down Sigismund's sword and silently issued the final battle declaration. There is nothing to say between the Astartes and the demons, especially a Tzeentch. High emotional intelligence: Whoever believes is Guilliman.

There is no time to think about how these annoying bugs completely destroyed a cruiser on the surface. Now if it accidentally overturns, it will be torn to pieces by the bugs.

It's not that it can't die, it's that it can't die here! Once it dies here, its soul will be eaten by the dog-headed man as a roasted pigeon! When facing real death, the demon found that it didn't despise death as it imagined. It was also trapped in fear and despair, just like those clowns who were toyed with by it because of their fear of death.

Layers of psychic shields were generated in front of it without delay. However, these things were good for blocking conventional weapons. Facing the countless laser cannons and heavy bombs hovering in the sky, as well as the Leviathan storm cannon arrays, whirlwind hot melt spear arrays, gravity vector bomb launchers, and phosphide missiles on the dreadnoughts rushing over, in one word, send.

But fortunately, it appeared without any signs, not even it expected it, let alone the Imperial forces. The only heavy firepower that hit it at the first moment was the Leviathan's dreadnought storm cannon array and whirlwind hot melt spear array. It relied on the nine-layer shield to survive the first round of confrontation.

The Lords of Change were all masters of psychic energy, and they used this less than three seconds of buffer to pre-set another teleport. As for why it was pre-set, even if they teleported now, they couldn't escape the range of the furious bombing in the sky. It would be better to wait until the dive attack and then teleport to avoid a round of attacks. With a sharp cry, nine groups of fire storms formed from the void and blocked the Astartes' advance route again.

As the energy of the Pompeiian space was poured in again, the only two remaining summoning arrays that had not been destroyed by the airstrike once again emitted strange blue light. This time, not only the blue and pink Tzeentch monsters appeared, but also a large number of screaming beasts and fire-breathing beasts descended into the real universe under the summons of the Lord of Change.

The frenzy of the Tzeentch demon army collided with the Astartes' army formation quickly. Unfortunately, the Astartes now were not lacking heavy firepower cover like when they first entered the city on the Stormbird. The Grand Marshal was accompanied by a large number of troops specially transferred by Salmin, including five Legislator armored vehicles, thirteen Leviathan dreadnoughts, and sixty-five Deathwing Iron Cavalry Terminators. Even the number was carefully controlled.

The Black Orcs are rich, but thanks to the Empire's consistent practice of sending only enough troops to deal with the situation, they have never fought such a rich war. Thirteen Dreadnoughts, it is rare to see such a large number of elders appearing in a battle in a regiment in 40k, unless you go to steal the Iron Hand or the Angel's hometown.