Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

3 battleships, 3 heavy cruisers, 5 cruiser squadrons, 12 escort squadrons, this kind of force is considered luxurious even in the main fleet of the star zone, not to mention that the performance of the warships blessed by Nurgle far exceeds that of the Imperial battleships. Ursul needs support, and must get it!

Why do you say that? Although Typhus is a beast, you can never deny his tactical qualities. This is an open strategy - attack the enemy where he must save.

Once Ursul is occupied, the main connection between the two forge worlds will be cut off. Although Agrippina and Ayon provide food, the food and industrial crops needed by the forge world Fenrais all come from Ursul. Once the forge world runs out of food, how long can it last with its little corpse starch production?

Quaren must defend Ursul! But with his current strength - the Agrippina Fleet, 1 Retribution-class battleship, 1 Tyrant-class cruiser, 1 Moon-class cruiser, 3 Diligence-class light cruisers, 13 Sword-class escort ships, and 14 Cobra-class destroyers, it is like delivering food to others.

Moreover, the massive pirate attacks in the Agrippina system and its routes have already exhausted the Imperial Navy. The pirates near the Eye of Terror have their own unique skills - Astartes! These Astartes, who have either defected or defected, range from a few to dozens, and they rule over pirate groups and enjoy plundering.

Yes, the pirates have Astartes, which makes the pirate group that can be dispersed by just a few escort ships become a disaster that requires cruisers to ensure safety. One or two frigates are really not enough. If one is accidentally captured by the boarding, the empire's current difficult situation will become even more difficult.

Admiral Quaren originally wanted to find the enemy's main force and fight a decisive battle to decide the outcome (what era is it, still using the decisive battle theory in the book). But the star communication from the heroic Sword-class frigate made him give up this idea. Three times the force ratio is an absolute advantage in a naval battle. A rash attack would only bring shame to the family.

You ask why he brought shame to his family. Of course, he himself had sunk with the ship. The last glory of a senior naval officer, the eternal oath passed down with the ship for 40,000 years, "Emperor expects that every man will do his duty."

He had to unite all the forces he could, and when he learned of the terrifying number of the enemy's fleet, a horrifying thought emerged in his mind - another attack by the great plunderers had begun, just like the Gothic War eight hundred years ago.

In this case, the Cadia fleet, which was closest to him and should be mobilized the most, should not come to help - attacking the enemy must be rescued, and Agrippina was also the lifeblood of Cadia! Whether it was besieging the point to attack the reinforcements or dispersing the Cadia fleet, the consequences were immeasurable.

Quaren quickly suppressed his request for help from Cadia, and instead reported the size of the enemy fleet and his speculation to the Cadia Fleet and the Nebulous Sector Naval Headquarters, Belis-Corona.

Just like the advantage of Chaos is that they are the attackers and the small boats that ignore the warp storm are extremely maneuverable, the advantage of the Empire is its size, a size that makes all enemies despair! When the Empire starts to withdraw its troops, you finally pray that you are the one who runs the fastest.

When Quarren turned to the Imperial forces near Dreadshield for help, a force he had never imagined responded to his call for help, an unremarkable crusade from the Solar Segmentum, who claimed to have received divine inspiration from the Emperor and would put an end to the atrocities of Abaddon the Despoiler at the end of the 41st Millennium.

This almost prophetic statement made him believe that this might really be the Emperor's divine revelation - the crusade led by the Archbishop of the Star Region himself, and even the Astartes from five chapters joined in. "Praise the Emperor. By the Golden Throne, we are saved!"

No wonder he was so happy. A strong reinforcement could arrive in less than half a year. This speed was very common in 3k but was a miracle in 41k.

In the 3000st millennium, the Empire had lost all its mobile forces, and all military forces except the Astartes had to be mobilized. Any reinforcements required early assembly and replacement work, which meant that the Battle of Armageddon had just ended, and Salmin was able to withdraw 6400 million ground forces and + Astartes mobile forces.

Moreover, even if a troop is assembled, it may not arrive on time. The transport ship is no better than a real naval warship. Both the quality of the Geller's field and the corrosion resistance of its hull are far inferior. The army on board has not even undergone subspace navigation training. Subspace trek is really a joke or a threat.

He is indeed a kind of objective law that exists widely - ships that are not blessed properly will really be lost in the warp. Just like the worship of the Emperor in 40k is really useful, the Emperor himself cannot change this objective law even if he comes and insists on it. At most, he can be changed from "God" to "All-Father".

How did Salmin solve the latter problem to ensure that reinforcements could arrive quickly? He didn't solve it, or rather, he solved it in the Imperial way.

He simply added extra churches and priests to each ship, and assigned them strictly according to their value, whether they were on safe naval warships or less safe transport ships. All he wanted was to select the holy warriors who were strong enough to fight against Chaos Astartes and Daemons (fill in the line).

The truly devout jihadists can solve the problem by relying on themselves and the church. What about those who are not devout? If you are not devout and you join the jihad, what kind of people are you?

Of the thirty million jihadist troops, only five million could fit into the warships, minus the ten million elite troops that formed the army group. The fifteen million infantry, calculated at 10% non-combat losses, would only be 150 million. When the number of people is large to a certain extent but relatively small, the number of people is really just a number.

A merciful army is not a good one. Thalmin, who can fight with his wife throughout the whole battle and fight against Khorne to delay time, is definitely not a normal person. He is just a madman. In order to win the 13th Black Crusade and save the ruined future of mankind, any high damage is acceptable.

Ps: This is actually a patch, let me say this in advance. In a war, especially a war of this scale, it is normal to lose billions of soldiers and thousands of Astartes. It is even normal for people like Salmin to regard ordinary troops filling the line as consumables. The Empire lacks everything except the big guys.

Ps: Actually, I really want to add Spier, but he is not a historical character, which is like adding a fan fiction to a fan fiction. I am a little hesitant and would like to ask for your opinions.

Chapter 4 Boarding and Death Guard

For Quaren, today was a rare good day in two months. It was as refreshing as wearing new underwear to welcome the New Year's morning.

He had figured out the patterns of the pirate groups that frequently harassed them. In a textbook ambush early this morning, he easily defeated the pirate coalition with a huge (? ) fleet consisting of 1 Tyrant-class cruiser, 1 Moon-class cruiser, 6 Sword-class frigates, and 7 Cobra-class destroyers.

When the Imperial Fleet's Moon-class cruiser's majestic body rushed into the enemy's formation from the disguised asteroid belt, unhinderedly knocking a frigate and six raiders into part of the asteroid belt, this mob could no longer maintain its formation, and fled in chaos to the "way out" that Quarren had deliberately left out.

This was the path of death they had chosen, and most of the pirate fleet was turned into precious metal materials that Agrippina urgently needed in the explosion of the minefield. Ironically, those who were shot down by their comrades during their escape became the only survivors.

In this battle, they annihilated hundreds of thousands of enemies, destroyed three escort ships, and more than two hundred raiding boats, while the Empire's loss was only more than 3 naval soldiers who died during the boarding. It can be said to be a rare victory. The long-awaited victory finally wiped out some of the haze, but if the Plague Fleet is not eliminated, they will still be at an absolute disadvantage in this war.

Then, the White Archons, one of the Astartes Governor Chapters that had responded to his call for assistance, had arrived. Five companies of White Archons, which were very close to him, together with Belis-Corona's advance fleet, reached the Ursul system in just one month - and they did not bring any escort ships!

A battleship flagship "Father's Might", three strike cruisers, and Belis-Corona's Retribution-class battleship "Second Home", and two Overlord-class cruisers! The addition of such a new force finally gave Quarren the strength to confront the Plague Fleet head-on.

With the Emperor's blessing, he finally received reinforcements before the situation completely deteriorated. The pressure from the Plague Fleet was much greater than he had imagined. After several failed attempts to lure him out of the port for a decisive battle, the Plague Fleet began to attack on its own initiative. It launched three attacks in just ten days.

If it weren't for the firepower of the Ramirez-class star fortress and the galaxy trade airport towed over from Agrippina, the Agrippina fleet might not have been able to hold out in the first attack, instead of waiting until reinforcements arrived.

But even if he tried his best, he could only barely hold back the Plague Fleet. He looked at the little lights on Ursul. The Plague Fleet had broken through their defenses several times, spreading plague and death to this fragile agricultural world. And all the support he could provide was just a few naval fleets.

More than half of the Imperial Navy's most elite boarding team were killed in the bloody battle the day before yesterday. It was just the one hundred or so severely mutated and almost indestructible Chaos Astartes that emerged from the Terror Claws that broke through the defense line. Just over a hundred people brought about a massacre.

Only heavy weapons such as heavy bolters, ion guns, and melta guns could cause real damage to these abominable demons. Even the traditional anti-Astartes tactics of jumping on them and detonating fragmentation grenades were almost ineffective - the fragments penetrated the power armor and the body and seemed unable to kill these disgusting creations in green armor.

In the small environment of the cabin, these heavily armored and muscular men had an absolute advantage. Defeat seemed inevitable, but at the critical moment he ignored his subordinates' opposition and personally led the team to launch a counterattack to stop the declining morale.

"Our troops were suddenly attacked by the enemy Chaos Astartes, and more than half of them were killed or wounded, nearly collapsing. In this battle, we killed 127 enemies, 373 of our troops were wounded, and 26,882 were killed." Now he was lying on his sickbed and of course he was calmly recounting the events, but the situation at that time was not as light as he wrote in his report.

Quaren stood at the highest point holding a boarding shield and a finely crafted power sword. His gorgeous admiral coat was not only the best banner but also the most hateful beacon. On the chaotic and deadly battlefield, the medals symbolizing his past honors were shattered one by one, and his flashing shield blocked deadly bombs and vicious witchcraft for him.

He has no time to care about these things. He is the admiral, he will live and die with the ship, victory or death!

He roared, blocked the bombs, and swung his sword!

He was a flag, he was the last consolation of the slaughtered soldiers. Both sides wrapped him up layer by layer. The Death Guards encountered the real Imperial Army who defended the flag with death. When the battlefield of both sides changed from the offensive and defensive battle between cabins to the meat-mincing battle in the open area, the balance of victory gradually tilted towards these real Death Guards!

"For the Emperor!" When Quaren once again shouted out this most classic war cry, the reverberating roar had already filled the entire world - the Chaos Astartes had been overwhelmed by the endless number of brave warriors.

Humanity has won.

The Plague Fleet retreated back into the dark void once again, and their third feint attack also failed.

Quaren suddenly felt relieved when he realized this miracle, but before he collapsed to the ground he realized again that he was still the flag of the navy. He used up his last bit of willpower to force himself to kneel down decently - the flag would never fall.

But when he regained consciousness again, he had already replaced his mechanical skeleton and artificial organs with those specially provided by the Mechanicus - he was hit by two bullets, but he insisted on commanding and missed the best time for treatment. If he had not undergone a high-level officer enhancement surgery, he would probably have left his colleagues behind and returned to the Golden Throne alone.

But he couldn't leave yet. His mission was not yet complete. It would be a shame to return to the Golden Throne now.

He pushed his adjutant aside, put on the lining, the finely crafted carapace, an anti-beam outer coat, and finally the admiral's coat that had two large holes in it but had not been replaced. Now is the best time to start a war. Although the navy has suffered heavy losses, its morale has reached its peak. Secondly, reinforcements have just arrived, so it is just the right time to fight the Plague Fleet.

A battleship flagship, two Retribution-class battleships, a Ramirez-class star fortress, three strike cruisers, two Overlord-class battlecruisers, one Tyrant-class cruiser, one Moon-class cruiser, three Diligence-class light cruisers, and 1 escort ship squadrons, this fleet gave him the confidence.

As long as they could lure the Plague Fleet into launching another offensive, everything would be fine. Their forces would be at an advantage for the first time, and as long as they kept the two squadrons attacking vertically, it would not be impossible to defeat the Plague Fleet.

If we wait any longer, we will all be at a disadvantage before Armageddon's reinforcements arrive. Now is his only chance. Quaren has to consider this only chance in his lifetime to defeat the Plague Fleet. Want to gamble?

Chapter 5: Prayer and Invocation

Bet, why not?

In Quarren's opinion, the Plague Fleet was all the military force of Typhus, and even if the Imperial coalition lost, there was still the Mechanicus Fleet. Agrippina was not only the Agrippina of the Empire, she was also the core territory of the Mechanicus.

How could the Agrippina battle fleet, with its 6 mechanical arks, 10 Mechanicus battleships, 11 cruiser squadrons, and 21 frigate squadrons, be afraid of the Plague Fleet?

This was also the reason why he left the Agrippina System and headed for the weak but important Forge World Fenlais as soon as the war started, and only participated in the escort work of the Agrippina System, because these oil men only needed the protection of the Empire in theory.

Sometimes you can even think of these oilers as extremely friendly Eldar who fight alongside the Imperial Navy just to reduce losses. Now these oilers are just like that - as long as the Plague Fleet doesn't enter the Agrippina system, I will treat them as if they don't exist.

This cowardly act of relying on luck to reduce losses almost pissed Quaren off to death, but he had no other choice. The Mechanicus was one of the two-headed eagles, and it had a cooperative relationship with the Empire. Although it had been reduced to an order in theory, theory was still theory after all.

If he were a star district governor, he could still use this as an excuse, but he was just an admiral, and he couldn't even command the PDF and the Astra Militarum on Ursul. Let the oil man risk damaging the mechanical ark to fight Chaos, what, do you want to be a mechanical servant? Let's just look at the Astartes in the distance, my family.

He was not qualified to command an Astartes, but at least he had the authority to request the Astartes to provide support, so he could be considered a commander. The White Archons were a sub-group of the White Scars, and Quaren knew that as long as he could create an opportunity, these angels of death would bring the Emperor's judgment to the fallen.

(The White Archon did not find the information of the parent group, so he set up a parent group based on the plot.)

As for how to lure the Plague Fleet into the trap, if you suddenly learned from a decoded telegram that the enemy's main general was killed, and an army with less than one-third of your strength was about to escape, and before leaving, they asked for help from the enemy base camp, would you ambush them?

As long as the previous cleansing of the Agrippina pirates and the fact that his commander was in a coma and was sent to the Mechanicus's biological sage for treatment were used to deceive the Traveler Typhus into thinking that they were about to evacuate, the fake astropathic communication that Chaos himself deciphered would be the final word on everything.

Most of the guys who join the gang only believe what they see and discover, especially the traveler Typhus who has a criminal record. This is very safe, but if what I report is wrong, how will you deal with it?

The commander of the fleet that came to support him from Beliscorona was his old friend, so he carefully arranged a star language that seemed perfect to unfamiliar people, but was unbearable to familiar people. So far, he had done everything he could do, and all that was left was to pray - "May the Golden Throne be on us, and may the Emperor watch over us."

For humans, there is only one god in the world. But for other races struggling to survive in the universe, there are five evil gods.

At the same time that Quarren was praying, another prayer or [sacrifice] was reaching its climax. The giant octagonal Chaos Altar, constructed entirely of living human corpses and endless negative emotions, was burning with blue flames. This hell on earth roaring with absolute malice was enough to drive ordinary humans crazy with just a glance.

On the altar made of mortise and tenon joints with various still-squirming living victims, Abaddon chose to bypass the human tongue conveyor belt carefully prepared by his men. In comparison, the skull steps were more bearable, but the pink "carpets" that came with these living skulls were a little too fragile, and many of them stained his combat boots.

His chief witch was already waiting for him up there. It is worth mentioning that before Moriana became Abaddon's chief witch, she was one of the four founders of the Imperial Inquisition. It was she who founded the predecessor of the Horus faction of the Inquisition, trying to resurrect the Emperor through the power of the four Chaos Gods.

From Abaddon's first expedition to the 13th destruction of Cadia, it was actually her handiwork. And almost every time Abaddon went on a black crusade, he would make a series of accurate prophecies through her or directly to her. But this time there was a problem - the prophecy failed.

In other words, they were unable to predict this event, not because they failed, but because the act of prediction itself could not be realized. Abaddon, the former captain of the Sons of Horus and the current warlord of Chaos, once a close confidant of Horus, deeply understood what this meant.

He almost gave everything he had. Hundreds of millions of slaves were used as sacrifices, the corpses of nine desecrated saints were used as the main course, and an entire fallen demon planet in the real universe was used as the ritual base. And what he wanted was exactly the guidance of Tzeentch's chief demon, Carlos the Fateweaver.

When the nine-layered sky opened for him, and all the blasphemous things around him turned into crystal in the nine kinds of graceful singing, the existence that was superior to humans descended in the storm. The huge blue two-headed upright strange bird was the chief demon of Tzeentch, Carlos the Fateweaver, who stood at the top of the Ever-changing Demon Lord!

"Three questions--" The sharp voice almost shocked Abaddon to vomit blood. He looked at the demon in horror, "Is this the real body?" Of course, he was not stupid enough to really say it out loud and waste a question. But the fact that it was the real body of the chief demon of Tzeentch that came down was enough to explain a lot.

Abaddon changed what he originally wanted to ask - what happened was even more horrifying than he had imagined, what on earth could have caused the chief demon of Tzeentch to come in his true form.

"Respected Fateweaver Carlos, how can I achieve victory?" Abaddon tried first.

"Gah - this question is beyond its value. Change it, or I can only answer part of it." Carlos's head turned around and came in front of Abaddon. As if an invisible flame was burning him, Abaddon lowered his head to avoid the demon's sight.

Abaddon thought about it and realized that it was not realistic to find the answer he needed in two incomplete questions, one positive and one negative. "Let me ask you another question. Who is the enemy that affects my victory?"

"An interesting choice--" Then, just like the prophecies it made before, its two bird heads gave two answers at the same time: "The Eternal Chosen of Khorne - Valkyrie!" / "The Eternal Chosen of Tzeentch - Huki"

Oh, oh, oh, oh! Abaddon looked as if he had eaten a hundred pounds of food. His face turned green.

Hu Ji had never heard of it, but the Valkyrie of Khorne's Everchosen was now the most popular existence in the Warp - Angron, the Primarch of the Ascendant, was promoted to the Everchosen by Khorne, and his achievements were recognized by the Four Gods as a peerless killing god. Well, Abaddon was not an ignorant person, do you understand the value of Angron, the Primarch of the Ascendant.

The real Primarch is not a defective product made by Fabius. No matter what kind of Astartes is in front of the Primarch, they are no different from mortals. But let's not worry about how the primarch recognized by the four gods did it. Why are you, the Everchosen of Khorne, in the Empire's camp?

Huh? Since when can the Chaos Chosen also vote for the Emperor?

Chapter 6 Questions and Answers

Although Abaddon was shocked when he first heard it, it was fine after he calmed down. Oh, you are really awesome for killing the Primarch in the formation, then I won't go down, I'll wait for you in the Spirit of Vengeance, if you have the guts, just fly up - no matter how powerful a single combat force is, it can't fight against a real battleship.

Even his father, the great Horus, could only chop down an Emperor-class Titan. Not counting Typhus's Plague Fleet, 17 battleships, can you kill me in one second? If you can destroy the entire fleet by yourself, I will eat the Claw of Horus in my hand.

Abaddon quickly convinced himself, but it was too strange for the Everchosen, who theoretically served under Khorne, to stand on the side of the Empire. He couldn't help but wonder, "What does the Most High... think of my idea of ​​opening the Great Rift?" Abaddon always thought that the Four Gods would be happy to see him open the Great Rift.

But now it seems that he was just wishful thinking before, or his chief witch Moriana deceived him - the one who benefited the most after the Great Rift was opened was not the Four Gods, but...

A withered bird claw rested on his shoulder. Even with the heavy shoulder armor protecting him, Abaddon felt a deep chill. "Don't think too much. Some things are a sin to just know."

Fortunately, Carlos's two answers immediately dispelled his doubts, "The Lord doesn't care." / "The three ascended primarchs will stop those who violate the rules." The two heads still said different answers at the same time, but Abaddon had relaxed.

The first thing to point out is that although Carlos answered that the two heads would give two different answers, both answers are correct, the difference is that one is "will" and the other is "was".

That is to say, no matter how it was arranged and combined, things still did not develop to the scene he feared. And considering the current situation of the Chief Daemon of Tzeentch coming in his true form, "will" should be "the three ascended primarchs will stop those who violate the rules." This is undoubtedly a good thing.

Although he has been busy with the Thirteenth Black Crusade recently, based on the intelligence he has, he can roughly guess who the three are - it is possible that Lorgar could slip out by himself if the door was blocked, but forget about leading the team, pass; Carlos is here, and Magnus is going to attack the Black Library, so he won't join in the fun.

That can only be the three Ascended Primarchs, Paladin Phoenix Fulgrim, Death Lord Mortarion, and Crimson Angel Angron. Even if they are not here to help, the existence of the Primarchs can give their companions a great sense of security - Valkyrie, right, a traitor. I don't even need to do anything, three against one and we can still lose, it's a sure thing.

For the last question, Abaddon chose the one he asked most often, just like the previous twelve Black Crusades, "How will I lose?" So far, this set of rhetoric seems to be very effective. Every Black Crusade has been able to avoid all wrong options as much as possible, and the Black Legion has not suffered heavy losses.

With a scream, Carlos shared with him the past and future that even Tzeentch could not peek into, and announced his death with malice. "You will die by Sigismund's sword." / "You will be crushed into powder together with the spirit of vengeance."

Carlos's prophecy was an absolute prophecy, and it announced two deaths! Although Abaddon said nothing and quietly watched Carlos pack up the entire altar and take it away, his heart was definitely not at peace. After silently announcing the death of the guard beside him to keep the secret, he decided to strengthen Typhus.

Since this final expedition is so risky, why don't I find someone to do the minefield work?

You have already been mixed up, you won't still care about your friendship, right? No matter how dazzling and perfect it was before, from the moment it was mixed up, it is the most despicable and disgusting beast, and all the beauty in the world is insulated from it. (This only refers to the orthodox chaos in the plot, and has nothing to do with the speeches and CSM players in reality.)

The Chaos camp was not a paradise. Those who thought they could get the blessing for free and become the best by going to the Eye of Terror became part of the blessing. The lack of high-level information brought by this terrible camp gave him the opportunity to reasonably urge Typhus to step on the mines for him.

The conflict between Mortarion and Typhus can be traced back to the beginning of the Death Guard's fall. Even though they have turned to the benevolent father Nurgle, the torture and suffering endured by the entire legion on the Endurance still made Mortarion hate this traitor who practiced sorcery.

But Typhus also hated and envied its Primarch. The Khan's words "Let the true Lord of the Seventh Legion come out" made Typhus laugh for three days and nights. Typhus wanted to seize the entire Agrippina for his father Nurgle and spread the plague to all the worlds of the Shield of Terror.

These are all his merits, necessary for him to win the favor of his father Nurgle! But to put it bluntly, he is just a captain of the Death Guard, the traveler Typhus. When Mortarion comes here, who will be credited with these merits?

If it was to help other Primarchs, he might be willing to tolerate it because of their noble status and absolute military power. But Mortarion absolutely could not do that. Absolutely not!

Abaddon, who was talking to Typhus at this time, was like the yellow-haired man in the book who had caught a small handle to threaten someone's wife. "Typhus, you don't want to spend all your energy to make things easier for Mortarion, do you?"

But it must be said that Abaddon, who was able to pull out thirteen black expeditions from such a group of scum, was indeed quite capable. He understood Typhus too well. As long as his demands were not too outrageous, Typhus would eventually give in. And taking this opportunity, he could not only make Typhus willing to take risks for him, but also squeeze out a lot of money.

Sure enough, he gave in. "Oh, Abaddon, my respected Warmaster, I need your help."

Abaddon also smiled, his face like a blooming old chrysanthemum. "Of course, my friend, the true Lord of the Seventh Legion, Typhus." When Abaddon calls you a friend, you'd better think about how much value you have? Because the day you lose your value is the day you die.

After paying a large amount of supplies and command of three companies of Death Guard, the Fortress of Agony predator-class battleship and three cruiser squadrons are rushing to support. Five days later, he will destroy the last resistance of these Corpse King believers with overwhelming force before the big moth appears.

When the last imperial fleet succumbs to the power of the loving father, the twelve star systems in the Agrippina sector (not counting Agrippina) will be essentially at his disposal, and the dozens of plagues he has prepared will turn this sector into the most beautiful painting presented to the loving father.

The gains from conquering the forge world Fenlais were enough to recover all his expenses with interest. As for Agrippina, the main defense of the Mechanicus, it was of course handed over to our strongest Big Moth to deal with, but there would be some small accidents that would lead to a group of silver guys knowing this top-secret information.

What a pity, then he can only watch his own Primarch being humiliated in front of his kind father Nurgle and feel sad alone. But he can only wait until Abaddon conquers Cadia, opens up the Scarlet Road and tears the Empire apart before he can offer Agrippina to his kind father, avenge it and prove who is more qualified to lead the legion at the same time.

Just in time, his wizard brought him good news - they had intercepted the Empire's top-secret astropathic communications and were in the process of deciphering them.

Chapter 7: Battle of Ursul

To be honest, no matter how encrypted a astropathic communication is, it still depends on psychic power. And in a competition of psychic power, encryption is nothing but a joke in front of a powerful Chaos Lord. The only difference is how long it can be kept secret.

Sure enough, most of the encryption methods of this astropathic communication can be cracked with recorded methods. Typhus did not doubt the Empire's lameness at all. It was more like this Empire fits his impression. This astropathic communication that came at the right time was naturally a gift from a loving father.