Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Maon could easily have dodged the slow plasma balls, but there was no need. She simply walked towards the priest quietly, letting the two balls of plasma slide helplessly on her breastplate, proving their power on the metal deck. How could a toy like a gun hurt a truly powerful person?

She gently squatted down and closed the priest's eyes. "The lost no longer need watchers, priest. Goodbye."

——2/592/998.M41, Maorn the Flesh Tearer defeated Bloodthirst and Black Rage, and the Flesh Tearers Chapter was reborn.

Chapter 9 New Little Secret

Bloodthirst and Black Rage. This nightmare has been redeemed, but it seems to have nothing to do with ordinary Astartes. It's just that in the culture of the Chapter, they are more regarded as the blessing of Sanguinius, and the unique glory of those who bear the blood of Sanguinius. It has even gradually evolved to the point where new blood who have not fought against this curse will not be given armor.

Triggering Bloodthirst and Black Rage still requires one to rely on one's own will to fight against instinct, and the loser will still be assigned to the Death Company and led by a priest. But the desperate future has changed. When a fighting brother fighting in the Death Company is recognized by a priest, his destination is no longer the Lost Tower.

Instead, they participated in the "Transmutation Ceremony", which was the highest secret of the Flesh Tearers Chapter, and only the Chapter Master knew everything about it. It was said that the materials of the ceremony were extremely precious and the success rate was very low, but due to the very harsh conditions for participation, there was no record of failure so far.

People only know that the Flesh Tearers will defeat the Bloodthirst and the Black Rage there, and after completing the transformation ritual, the Flesh Tearers have a new name, "Sons of Sanguinius". That is the power of the true descendants of Sanguinius that transcends the limitations of the Astartes, and each of them can truly dominate a battlefield.

The so-called Sons of Sanguinius is actually the name of the ship girls who have been transformed into Blood Angels, but if Salmin were to come, he would actually prefer to call these acquired ship girls "A Demon Princes" - the difference between the so-called transformation and the transformation to demons is only that there is no interference from the power of the warp.

In fact, what heals them is actually "transformation" rather than becoming a ship girl. To be a bit weird, upgrading to a demon prince can completely get rid of their blood thirst and black rage.

Strictly speaking, this secret is not a secret. Anyone who observes the ceremony will clearly realize that this is truly an irreversible transformation!

But since they are not ascended demons, the Chapter has always had a flexible bottom line. As long as the ascender still considers herself an Astartes, she is the son of Sanguinius rather than a demon prince. After all, every loyal demon prince is an extremely precious currency and must be used well.

The first transformation ceremony was held in the Lost Tower. Twenty-seven Sons of Sanguinius, including Mahone, swore in the name of Sanguinius: never to tarnish the glory of the Sons of Sanguinius; always to fight for Sanguinius and his honor; and never to keep the secret of the transformation ceremony and the Sons of Sanguinius from outsiders.

After watching the oath ceremony, Salmin left. Unfortunately, Gabriel Seth did not agree to participate in the transformation in the end. He had his own pride - he would never sink in the struggle against blood thirst and black anger. Salmin respected his will, but in this way, Salmin had no way of knowing his guess.

More importantly, this way, Salmin would just be spending points and would not get any military rewards. He had no choice but to hand over the Mind Cube containing a MKⅡ Dreadnought-class light cruiser to Gabriel in resentment, "Take it with you, it can save your life."

Well, this time I spent 3,300 points and invested in two Emperor Fantasy (bushi). Well, it's not that bad. In fact, Salmin's weekly expenditure of less than 22,000 is invalid income!

Because he couldn't cash it in. In other words, apart from the few thousand dollars for shipbuilding, the twenty thousand dollars he saved every week was wasted.

But even after saying so much, he could only comfort himself with reasons like 'The Flesh Tearer is tied to him anyway, so giving the Flesh Tearer a string is like giving myself a string'.

I remember that today's secretary ship was Shimakaze, so I went back to pull her ears for fun while she was working. Salmin thought of Shimakaze, who would shrink limply in his arms when he pulled her ears, and her pitiful appearance of blushing and tearful eyes, and wanted to bully her severely.

Thinking of the sweet and soft island breeze, Salmin suddenly became happy. It is his greatest luck that he has such a group of little angels and big sisters who love him to accompany him on the road to realizing his personal ideals and social values.

Sure enough, when he came back from fooling around, the Roans he had sent to slaughter the remaining orcs had not yet come back to kill him. This meant that he had enough time not to be exploited by the big sister, but to play with the cute and weak little rabbit. Yes, he was just like that, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

When Salmin understood this fact, he immediately hardened up. Hehehe, a little rabbit like you was born to be eaten by the commander. He pushed open the door of the confidential office area of ​​the Governor's Mansion, and then held the little rabbit in his arms while she was greeting him in confusion.

"Wait, Commander, don't touch my ears, you will lose strength. I haven't dealt with your political affairs yet--hmm!" The little rabbit was so weak that Salmin just picked her up and rubbed her soft rabbit ears with his face.

Shimakaze immediately tensed up and shrank into his arms, only making the rather hoarse cries of a young animal. The little one looked up at him, its breath sweet as orchid, its teeth sharp as a gourd, and especially its big, watery eyes full of tears, which made him want to bully it.

Salmin couldn't help it, he deliberately ignored the agile pink tongue of Shimafusu and licked the trembling and seductive rabbit ears. A lewd musk spread, and Salmin looked down in a daze.

Hiss——Using this to test the cadres? Who can resist this? Fight! (Close-up of unknown meaning.jpg)

But just when Salmin was about to take up his gun and mount his horse, his personal communicator rang. His personal contact information was only for the Grand Admiral and a few others besides the ship girl, which meant that he had to answer it. He couldn't do that while doing that.

Salmin certainly didn't want to play too much with Shimakaze, so he had to stop playing tricks and answered the call. Oh, the person in the video was Xiao Jiajia, and Salmin was always very brave, "File-chan, who's here?" The reason he asked this was because Xiao Jiajia's job was this.

Saratoga, as one of the four new shipgirls created in the third army building, is responsible for the handover work with various forces in the empire. As one of the decision-makers of the White Eagle camp and in charge of diplomacy, she is a perfect fit for this position. The fact that Salmin can be so free is largely due to these shipgirls who are both civil and military.

After Richelieu (Amphion-type Glorious Queen-class battleship) was promoted to the Archbishop of the star zone, the four admirals were Jean Bart (Amphion-type Glorious Queen), Essex (Arbiter-class supercarrier), Shimakaze (Arbiter), and Monarch (Beta-type Glorious Queen).

Our beloved "Northern Alliance Warmaster" Kronstadt (Beta-type Queen of Glory-class battleship) is the Grand Marshal of the Crusades of the Last Crusade. This Northern Alliance Warmaster, Horus, will strengthen his good son Abaddon. As for Yudachi? She is responsible for eating and helping Salmin to watch the door.

Chapter 10: The Court of Inquisition Again

Since it was a communication from Saratoga, it meant someone from the Empire had come, and their rank was not low, or their identity was very sensitive. In short, Salmin had to personally investigate. When Xiao Jiajia heard Salmin's teasing, his tone became gentler, "Commander, you only dare to talk nonsense and bully Shimakaze, right? When I get back, I'll squeeze you until you roll your eyes."

Saratoga used "Throwing a Bold Word", and Salmin's Attack and Special Attack were reduced.

"Don't..." Saratoga was right. After trying them one by one, he realized that he could only bully the likes of Shimakaze and Yudachi. If Saratoga came again, he would have to sleep with three of them tonight. He was scared. "Business first."

Saratoga rolled her eyes at him and said nothing more. The night commander position was an important public good that had to be distributed fairly. If there was no special reason, she couldn't join. "The third company of the Blood Angels and an Inquisitor want to see you. In theory, the founding group can, but considering that we need another Inquisitor..."

Salmin's face straightened and he put Shimakaze down steadily in his arms, "Inquisitor? And they are mixed up with the third company of the Blood Angels, interesting." Salmin really couldn't think of what these two would get together for, the Battle of Baal?

That's not right. The Holy Blood Corps was only summoned at the end of the year, and the battle started in 999. The Third Company didn't seem to be very famous. He couldn't remember it for a moment. Maybe the company commander died in the Battle of Baal.

After thinking about it carefully, I still have no impression. Forget it. He is just an inquisitor. If he finds out something, I will send him a group of assassins - are you really going to find out? "I have nothing to do now, let them come over."

As for Shimakaze, the beast ears can only be barely considered as sub-human in the empire, because those who only have two more ears are generally considered humans. No one would care unless they are completely crazy. Besides, Shimakaze is his secretary ship, so there is no reason for her to avoid others. If you don't like it, don't come to Salmin.

The Inquisitor and the Blood Angels were indeed in a hurry, and within half an hour the Primarch's Guard came in to deliver the message. They were not here to cause trouble, and they actually followed the request and only sent in three personnel with close-fitting weapons.

It can only be said that it does not match his impression of the Inquisitor. He was clearly prepared for the Inquisitor and the Acolyte to go crazy and break in and disappear. He sighed inwardly. Even the Inquisitor began to respect the Governor he visited. How big a problem must have gone wrong? Maybe there will be another big problem before going to Cadia.

However, the fleet heading to the forge world of Voss Prime (not Voss) should be arriving soon. Jean Bart is still a little uncomfortable after being away for so many days. However, Armageddon does not have the ability to produce naval consumables such as macro cannon shells, heat sinks, coolants, etc. required for the holy war.

Even the equipment and supplies of the Crusade Army were made by Salmin using the tithe. Fortunately, Armageddon itself has the ability to manufacture most of the Empire's conventional armored forces, including the Baneblade. If it were a barren star region, Salmin would only need to recruit 10 million PDFs at most, let alone tens of millions of elite Astra Militarum troops.

As for the consequences of misappropriating the tithe tax? If we win the battle next year, no one will dare to collect it. If we lose… no one will dare to collect it either, and it may not be possible to collect it in the future.

Just after approving two applications for mass production of Valkyries to support the army, Lerna knocked on the door - guests arrived. Two men and one woman, how should I put it, they all looked very distinctive.

The burly man at the head was taller than the average Astartes, with a resolute and handsome face half covered by a golden mask. Salmin seemed to have some impression of this feature, as if she was really a character. The female judge was... well, very Hammer-like. Well, she was just ugly, very ugly, and looked a bit like Angras.

What kind of shocking things could this chief demon of Khorne do? The pendant of the Inquisitor hanging around her neck swayed as she twisted her waist, making Salmin feel nauseous. "I am Inquisitor Nerissa. I come here on the orders of the God-Emperor himself!"

Her arrogant look and self-evident claim actually made Salmin hesitate for a moment. But he immediately realized that if the Emperor really wanted to appear, he would not send an Inquisitor to deliver the message. This guy was blaspheming the Emperor! And judging from his proficiency, this should not be his first offense.

Salmin frowned, what an idiot. But due to the duty of the governor of the star region to guard a region, he still did not get angry, "I am not here to listen to your nonsense. Inquisitor, I just want to know what you have discovered and what help you need from me!"

"I am an emissary of the Emperor's Most Holy Inquisition. I act at His command, no matter what He dictates—"

"That's enough!" Salmin interrupted her defense. He had just experienced the terrible work done by the Inquisitor's amazing wisdom, and he had no good feelings towards the Inquisitor at all. "Where! And what happened!" These four words were his last tolerance.

The Inquisitor certainly knew who not to mess with. Coincidentally, this Lord Admiral and Moff was someone she absolutely could not mess with. "The Ephesus mine is located on an island southwest of the Flame Wasteland. The greenskins want to seize an Emperor-class Titan there!"

"Oh? The Emperor-class Titan has attracted Salmin's attention. Although it is not as valuable as a cruiser, the added value of an Emperor-class Titan is enough to make Salmin take notice."

Seeing that the governor of the star region took the bait with the information he threw out, the Chief Archdaemon Inquisitor of Khorne finally felt relieved. It was all because of the idiots of the Istvaan faction that the entire Inquisition was met with hostility and resistance in Armageddon.

"Respected Lord Admiral, I request that you suspend the naval artillery support in the direction of the Ephesus Mine. The power of the Light Spear may harm the sacred Emperor-class Titan. And I will gather a force to recapture this Emperor-class Titan for you."

Take it back for me? That's fine, whether it's trading it with the Mechanicus or keeping it for yourself, it's all good, "Then what do you want? Be direct." Salmin didn't believe that the Inquisitor would be so kind.

What did she want? She just came to stop the bombing. If it weren't for the mess made by the Isstvan faction that made her Rose Festival useless, she wouldn't have come to Thalmin to beg for mercy. The Emperor-class Titan was originally going to be blown up, and she didn't even think about giving it to Thalmin. But it seems that she can still get some before the explosion?

"I heard that the Grand Marshal of the Black Templar gave you a spine ornament. I have always been interested in these bone artifacts..."

How dare you to ask for it, you picked the spine of Angras, the chief demon of Khorne. If this thing is given to the Inquisitor, it will be like randomly selecting an unlucky planet and tens of billions of unlucky people to experience the special extinction order of Khorne. "I know what's good, next one."

As expected, she didn't get it, but she still felt it was a pity - that was Angras' spine! Although she didn't know how to use it, she could just throw it on the magic circle and run away whether it was for trading or something serious. "Three shadow swords, I want them now, I need to deal with the orcs' ancient giant garbage."

Salmin sat up straight in his chair. His burning golden eyes seemed to burn her soul. She had never felt so weak before. It was as if she was back on the black ship. "The orcs can't have any more ancient giants. One now or three later. It's your choice."

"... Three later." She knew that she would never get the three Shadow Swords again, just like she could not give Titans. But she suppressed her greed because of fear. The governor must have been suspicious. When she looked into those golden eyes, she was really scared and had no idea at all. She had to run away!

Chapter 11 Blood Angels

The Inquisitor left in a hurry, leaving the Blood Angels behind. The Blood Angels had been waiting on the sofa next to them. Salmin had thought the two teams were together, but now it seemed they were just cooperating. Then the attitude could change.

"So, what does this respected Captain of the Blood Angels want?" Thanks to Saint Gilles, Salmin was quite friendly to the Blood Angels and personally opened a bottle of golden red wine for them. "Come and have a taste. The Flesh Tearers loved this wine at the banquet yesterday."

Captain Erasmus Tycho was in high spirits when he smelled the fantastic aroma of wine in the air. It was Quatis wine! This wine was truly worth a fortune. Without special circumstances, not only Dante, but also he could not drink it. He immediately took it and poured a glass for each person, especially carefully and elegantly sobering up Salmin.

The gorgeous wine drew a brilliant trajectory in the air. The fully oxidized golden red wine was gleaming with golden light. The intoxicating aroma was completely different from the wine drunk at the banquet. This move was like a professional sobering master in the palace. It was hard to believe that Tycho's flawless power armor of the Holy Blood Guard was still shining under the glow lamp.

We have already defeated the Flesh Tearers too much, and after taking a sip of the golden red wine, we are sure of this. What is a Blood Angel? What does it mean to be worthy of the blood of Sanguinius?

Tycho, who competed with the priest for the golden red wine gracefully and quickly, happily accepted Salmin's praise. What could be happier than being praised for getting something for free?

Just a few minutes later, when Salmin had just finished his first glass, Tycho had already finished his third glass. He quickly refilled Salmin and himself before the priest was about to pour the wine. Then he put the empty bottle in the priest's frozen hand and returned it to you. You little brat, you want to compete with me?

"To be honest, we received a call for help from the Orcs who were attacking Armageddon. But now it seems that only the finishing touches are left, and it would be disgraceful to go back. We heard that the holy war is huge, and we want to know if there are enough honors and powerful enemies for us to seize."

Good, good, I'm here to join the group. I like it even more now. "The small-scale attacks by the Dreadshield are becoming more frequent, the Plague Fleet of Typhons, the Chosen of Nurgle, has been spotted in Agrippina, and there are even reports that the notorious Planet Killer has sailed out of the Eye of Terror again after eight hundred years of repairs."

In short, the forces of Chaos are preparing a new round of offensives. In such a turbulent tide of the times, there will be no shortage of enemies and battles. The Thirteenth Black Crusade, as an apocalyptic-level battle that opens the Dark Ages of the Empire, covers an area that is unimaginably wide, and no matter how many Astartes Salmin are there, it is not too much.

Therefore, just like at the banquet, Salmin told Tycho directly that they were going to fight Typhons and might even hit Abaddon. The name of [The Great Plunderer] Abaddon was known to everyone and everyone hated him. When Tycho heard that they might hit Abaddon, he immediately agreed.

Since he has decided to join the group, he naturally needs gifts. The Astartes in Warhammer 40k are like the short men in Warhammer who have grown taller, and they all need to be coaxed. He remembers all the good and bad things very well. Now he is like a scumbag who has a beautiful wife at home but still has five women at the same time. He has to improve the favorability of the five chapters and balance the relationship between them.

Just like this gift. As the saying goes, it is not the lack of gifts that is worrying, but the inequality. If you don't take the initiative to give gifts, not only will you not be able to improve your favorability, but it may also be seen as a disdain for the Chapter. But giving the same amount is not good either, because the Blood Angels came later and there are fewer people. It is up to Salmin to decide how unequal it is.

Wow, the girlfriend phase that he and the ship girl skipped turned out to be waiting for him here. He pulled out a piece of parchment that felt great, "One Storm Bird, twenty Gray Plate Iron Cavalry Terminators, not counting the supply of explosive chain saws, and one precision power sword." This beautiful cursive handwriting was taught to him by Sister Li.

Salmin shook the parchment and handed it to Tycho. "It's just a small gift, as a pre-war supply."

It is worth mentioning that the Blood Angels are actually a relatively poor chapter, the biggest reason being that they abide by the Codex Astartes, and a wealthy chapter is obviously in conflict with the Codex Astartes. The Blood Angels even fell out with the Mechanicum because of their private possession of the Baal Predator tank STC.

I would like to name a startup regiment. Not only are their special forces equipped with fine-tech power armor, but even their chapter commander wears fine-tech power armor.

The Crimson Paladins, who once wore Iron Terminator armor and wielded gorgeous power swords and shields, had long since been wiped out in the Horus Heresy. Having lost their Primarch and most of their forces, the Blood Angels had to rely on the corpse of Sanguinius as gene-seed to survive, let alone regain their former glory.

After finally gathering a group of Indomitable Terminators, they were stabbed by a bunch of thieves in a space wreck! The Blood Angels have not yet fully recovered from the tragedy that nearly wiped out the group. Although the 20 Iron Cavalry Terminators sent by Salmin are not many, they are enough for the captain and the sword guard veterans to change into a good set of armor.

Not to mention the Holy Relic Stormbird, this gift was too valuable for the Blood Angels, and Tycho's words of refusal seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them. The Blood Angels were poor, and their first company was a Terminator squad, which meant five Terminators led two ten-man squads, and a company had twenty Terminators.

If it weren't for poverty, who wouldn't want to have all the Terminators like the Grey Knights? The Blood Angels really needed this batch of top-level equipment, even if they hadn't done anything yet, even if they only had one company. Tycho opened and closed his mouth several times but couldn't say a word, and his only remaining right eye flashed with a bit of struggle.

But he finally shook his head. 'Don't let down the blood of Sanguinius,' he told himself in his heart. They were the sons of Sanguinius who came to support, not the bandits who came to take advantage of him! With a long sigh, as if to vent all his thoughts, he said, "Governor, this gift is too precious. The Blood Angels have just arrived and have not made any contribution. I am ashamed to accept it."

Salmin smiled and waved his hand. "The Blood Angels are truly the pillars of the country, and their noble character is rare in the world. But this is just a small gift. The future Crusade of the End will still depend on your cooperation. All I can do is provide logistics, but I will never let the soldiers shed blood and tears again."

Salmin stood up and walked to Tycho, and like a relative forcing a red envelope into your hand without your parents' help on your birthday, he thrust the parchment into his hand. "Study hard. If these sacred relics from the Great Crusade can once again shed blood on the battlefield and slay the enemies of mankind, then they will not bring disgrace to the glory of these machine spirits and Sanguinius."

Tycho gently grasped Salmin's hand, and bent down as much as possible to look at the governor who trusted them so much. The Blood Angels' Black Rage Curse was no secret among the high-ranking officials of the Empire, and many people were unwilling to get too close to these hidden lunatics with sharp teeth and pale skin.

Chapter 12 Visitors from Voss Prime

If we still use the galgame analogy, among the nine founding groups, the Blood Angels are the most obscure ones who are ignored by others (their status can be seen from the popularity of their little secrets in the empire), and their favorability is the easiest to gain. For example, the Dark Angel Salmin doesn't know how to gain favorability.

The big cat will not wake up until the Indomitable Crusade of M42, so let's look at Guilliman in the distance. It must be said that whether he will make a profit or a loss in this Crusade depends on how our great second, ahem, great Imperial Regent Robert Guilliman repays Thalmin for saving his life and escorting him.

As the saying goes, serving the emperor is a sign of merit. If Abaddon hadn't opened the Great Rift, he would have been a rebel leader. Killing a rebel leader is not as profitable as investing in Guilliman. After Guilliman met the Emperor, he took control of the Empire. The more manpower the Empire retained, the more difficult it would be for him. After 10,000 years, there were only a few people he could trust.

Isn't this just like the hostage Ying Zheng returning to the country to succeed the throne, with only righteousness but no real power, and no trusted governors, so the government orders cannot go beyond the Solar Sector. As a veteran loyalist who fought from the 13th Black Crusade to Guilliman's resurrection and then to the Terra Crusade, it is not too much to give him the power to appoint and dismiss personnel in the Misty Sector.

After sending off the overwhelmed Blood Angels, the only thing he needed to deal with personally was the Mechanicus. The Voss Prime Large Forge World (not Voss) was one of the important Mechanicus Large Forge Worlds in the Empire located in the Armageddon Sector. How important was it? Well, the three light cruisers currently used by the Empire were all based on Voss Prime technology.

In short, Voss Prime has a monopoly on the manufacture of the Empire's light cruisers! Still playing the role of a school clique? Low! Monopoly, monopoly is the most awesome. But this time, Salmin is not going to order Voss Prime's light cruisers, but the 'Falchion Class Escort'.

The Scimitar-class escort ship is also a light warship designed and manufactured by Voss Prime, but it is a bit too new. In the 41th year of the 216st millennium, the first escort ship squadron based on this new design began to patrol the void. It has only been more than years, which has led to this type of escort ship not being welcomed.

Given the reverence the Imperial Navy holds for the truly ancient ships in its arsenal, this class of ships is seen as an untested pretender to the place held by more famous ships such as the venerable Sword-class frigates, and as such, has aroused undisguised and unjustified hostility among the more traditional officers of the Imperial Navy's fleet.

In other words, if the Scimitar-class escort ships can prove themselves in actual combat, many fleets will consider choosing the larger and more powerful Scimitar-class. After receiving Salmin's request and performing dozens of logical calculations, the Deputy Director of Casting determined that selling a large number of Scimitar-class escort ships to participate in the war would be of great help to the strategy of Voss Prime.

Voss Prime will be involved in the Last Crusade, of course, only to provide logistics. But even so, it is still a pleasant surprise for Salmin. The Mechanicus does not sell everything, and it is their normal practice to hide all the good things until death. With connections, some good things that were previously unthinkable can be bought by allies as long as they have resources.

And it just so happened that what Salmin gave this time was very important. Agamemnon-class high-speed battleship, a beautiful and noble sun-type battleship. It was a model that had never been heard of, and it was a complete active battleship. This heavy reward instantly attracted the attention of the great sage who was in charge of the battle fleet of Voss Prime.

The Mechanicus battle fleet is undoubtedly the largest and most powerful fleet on the Imperial side, but a battle fleet is pieced together from the private fleets of several or even dozens of great sages, which is vividly reflected in its main battleship, the 'Forge Ark'.

For example, the great sage Belisarius Cawl has three forge arks, but only two are registered on Mars. Can these two be pulled to the battle line to hold the line when Mars is in trouble?

Obviously, this was impossible. The two forging arks, including everything on them, were the personal property of the ruling great sage Belisarius Cawl. He could even give away a forging ark on Cadia and others would praise him for it, and Mars would not cause any trouble for it.

Because all this was as it should be - this forge ark was completely Belisarius Cawl's personal property, it just happened to be in the battle sequence of the Mars battle fleet, and Mars had no right to call it up, just like the great sage who commanded the Voss Prime battle fleet was unable to mobilize the forge arks of other great sages when the orcs attacked.

Unfortunately, Farr's fleet was damaged in the previous orc attack. It was only a few hundred small boats, and it could be solved by relying on the system defense with two rounds of nova cannons. The damn foundry director insisted that he defend the enemy outside the asteroid belt. Didn't the mother open source thing know that he could only mobilize other fleets after the enemy entered the system defense!

It was a pity that no matter how stupid it was, it was still the director of foundry. Fal had no choice but to take his own foundry ark and two Mechanicus-style battleships, as well as two arks and four battleships pulled in with debts and favors, and more than two hundred Mechanicus fleets to intercept the Ork fleet.

The battle that could have been ended in thirty minutes eventually turned into a bloody and brutal boarding battle due to the lack of the powerful fire support from the eight Forge Ark's nova cannons and thirteen battleships. His Forge Ark, as the flagship, was coveted by countless greenskins.

At the beginning, thousands of tattered greenskin fighters broke through the blockade of the port barrage, ignoring the interception of the escort fighters, and destroyed everything on the deck with firepower beyond his expectations. At the same time, tens of thousands of dirty greenskins landed on his precious forge ark. But this was just the beginning.

Then the orks' reckless ramming and boarding destroyed his carefully arranged battle line, forcing him into a close-range melee. The nova cannon on the Forge Ark could only sink one enemy ship at a time at a very close distance. Fortunately, the quality of the Mechanicus warships was far superior to the greenskin garbage ships, and all the enemy ships were annihilated outside the asteroid belt in the 27-hour melee.

The wreckage of seventy warships, including two battleships, was mixed with the greenskins, but the war was not over yet. The boarding and mincing in the warships lasted for three days. Not only did millions of Skitarii and two cybernetics legions suffer heavy losses, but even his forge ark completely lost its ability to forge ships during the boarding.

He, Mita Farr, the great sage who commanded the battle fleet of Voss Prime, was left with only one battleship after the war. Even his life and property, the Forge Ark, were severely damaged in the war, and he now urgently needed a battleship to maintain his position. And it happened that the new governor of the star region seemed to have a battleship that he wanted to sell.

How could he miss such a great opportunity? But it seemed that this battleship had a bigger surprise. He was dragging his huge body to inspect every energy line and engine of this beautiful battleship. Ah, she was so beautiful and elegant, driving through the starry sea at the speed of a cruiser under the propulsion of plasma light belts.

(The Agamemnon-class high-speed battleship is not a ship girl)

From time to time, Far would use the lower interface of the Ohm Messiah Power Axe to gently touch the device console and feel the roar of the machine spirit. "What an incredible miracle, how did she increase the speed while improving the shield and hull strength?" This Agamemnon-class high-speed battleship is the most amazing battleship he has ever seen.

If the connection with the machine spirit was not normal, he would have suspected that there was a powerful demon inside, and the battleship was made into an oversized demon engine. But in the end, he could only attribute everything to the powerful technology of the Great Crusade. It was normal for a relic-class battleship to have such strength.

It was just a 25% increase in void shield capacity, 33.33% wartime cruising speed, and 45.83% hull strength increase for the Doomsday-class battleship hull—what the heck, why was there such a huge improvement! The secondary personalities of his logic circuits were about to burn out!

Chapter 13 Memories