Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

After he read the decrypted results, he laughed out loud - "God help me!" The commander of the Empire was about to die! It was not a good choice for a mortal to face the plague-ridden Death Guard directly. After he managed to command the battle to clear the retreat, he fell into a coma and was on the verge of death. Without the leader, the Imperial Fleet was ready to retreat.

He was just worrying about how to lure these Corpse King followers out of the harbor for a field battle, but now he could do it without any effort. With three times the number of troops to ambush, he could crush even a trap, but it was only four days later, and he just couldn't catch up with Abaddon's reinforcements, so it seemed he had to hurry up.

For both sides, there was nothing they could do in the short four days between the two. They were not like Salmin who could destroy a fleet every week. So where was our protagonist Salmin? He was still on his way on horseback. It was only the beginning of October in 998.M41. There was no concept of time during the warp jump, so he couldn't even destroy a fleet. He could only work hard as a star.

Four days was too short a time, not even enough time for the reinforcements sent by Abaddon to arrive, let alone to send out those cannon fodder to harass those Imperial worlds to find out where the Valkyries of Khorne's Everchosen were who would stop him.

That's right, he didn't think an Everchosen would surrender to that corpse king, otherwise it would make them look like clowns. Valkyrie must be, and can only be, a member of the Chaos forces that came to join the 13th Black Crusade.

That being said, he also wanted to find out where she was and avoid her by sending cannon fodder to raid before his main fleet took action. Is it useful to be able to fight? If you want to get involved, you need power. I will send a planet killer to send you to the sky!

2.761.998.M41, AD 40998.10.07.

Before the end of the 41st Millennium, the largest outpost battle will be decided at Agrippina. As the first line of defense against the Chaos army, can the Imperial Navy's Fortress Fleet repeat the feat of the Gothic Fleet eight hundred years ago and keep the enemy off the planet?

【Battle of Ursul】40998.10.07,22:30.

Although it was night on Terra's timekeeping, there was no distinction between day and night in the universe. Under the dim light of the stars, a fleet was quietly traveling under the cover of the asteroid belt. It seemed that in order to be as concealed as possible, they even deviated from the nearest route and moved in a strange three-dimensional formation, like a thin wall.

But all this was meaningless, a small vertical pupil two people tall took in everything. Demon vision, Typhus had arranged the ritual two days ago, and with 3721 demon eyes, he firmly controlled the route that the Imperial Navy had to take to escape, and it was just like the astropathic communication they intercepted - he caught the rat!

Wow, it’s never had such a wonderful start, please cheer for me, drink, drink, cheer for me, OK?

Although the ambush did not achieve the desired effect due to the Imperial Fleet's cowardice, and the Plague Fleet's flank did not attack the Imperial Fleet's bow, he brought all the fleets except for a squadron of escort ships left in Agrippina to monitor the Mechanicus. The battle force was three to one, and the advantage was in my hands.

Moreover, his formation was also very particular - a large single vertical formation, if you hit the head, the tail will follow, and if you hit the tail, the head will follow. It can be said that he was invincible and invincible. At this time, his entire fleet was in a silent state and anchored in the nebula. If you don't start the engine, you can't find his exact position unless you are close enough.

It's like taking a dump in a pile of shit. Unless the opponent is a top-notch eyebrow pencil like the Weeper, the probability of hitting the enemy warship in the overly bright nebula is too high... It's better to buy a double-color ball.

However, even though they had both the advantage of numbers and the first move, Typhus was still a little hesitant - because the Imperial fleet was not moving in the shortest straight line as expected, but in an arc around the asteroid belt. This also resulted in the warships of both sides not being arranged in the expected T-shape.

If the star in the galaxy is the center and the Imperial Fleet is heading due east, then Typhus' fleet is in a straight line with the arrow pointing 75 degrees west by north.

From a distance, it looked nothing. Both sides were slightly angled and engaged the enemy with broadside fire. But once they got close, the bows of the Imperial Fleet would point obliquely at the stern of the Plague Fleet. As we all know, no matter whether it was an Imperial warship or a Chaos warship, there was no tail gun at the stern.

In the age of sailing battleships, this would be four guns at the bow against ten at the stern, giving Chaos the upper hand. But in the 41st Millennium, this meant that while the Imperium could exert most of its firepower, the Plague Fleet could only use its fragile rear engines to withstand the firepower. So Typhus hesitated.

But this hesitation did not last long. What if the formation was at a disadvantage? Could he rearrange the formation? Nebula was not omnipotent. Not to mention starting the engine to change the formation, even if he just exited the silent state to communicate, he might be discovered.

If they were discovered at this distance, the Plague Fleet would not be able to turn southward to intercept the Imperial Fleet, so they could only drive westward, and the two sides continued to bombard each other in the battle line. But how many rounds of shells could they fire in the opposite direction? I'm afraid even the opponent's void shield could not be overloaded. Wouldn't that mean giving way to escort them through?

So even though Typhus had discovered that close combat was not in his favor, he could only continue to wait. Anyway, his Changshan Snake formation was extremely long. If the Empire continued to advance, it would only be intercepted by his snake tail. At this time, the snake head had already surrounded the Empire fleet on three sides and trapped it in a jar. There was no reason to let it escape.

But it was a good thing that the Empire was so cautious. They were advancing abnormally fast. They must have shut down the void shield to achieve a faster speed and use the surplus energy for the engine. This was really a ridiculous operation. It would take more than one round of artillery fire to raise the void shield. Therefore, Typhus didn't care much about other disadvantages.

Typhus chuckled, as if he had seen the scene after victory - the Nurgle plague enveloped the entire star region. The scene of vigorous vitality and all things competing was still before his eyes.

Quaren also smiled. They had already passed the most dangerous stage. If Typhus really didn't care about anything and ordered the fleet to set out and attack him first without ambushing, then he would have no choice but to retreat to Agrippina in disgrace and hand over a large area of ​​territory to others.

As for how Quaren saw the Plague Fleet, Ursul is an important transit base and trading port of the Mechanicus. How could it leave a nebula that just happened to block Mandeville Point? Didn't you have any doubts?

Chapter 8 Confrontation

It can only be said that Typhus drank too much Nurgle soup and his brain was damaged. The Chosen One always thinks that he is the most unique one and success is a matter of course. But how can there be so many coincidences in the world? These are just traps set by Quarren.

However, no matter how the strategy is arranged before the war, strategic deception can only bring certain advantages. The final victory must be won with swords, blood and fire!

40998.10.08,01:43

The universe was so grand that the Imperial fleet entered the planned ambush site on the second day, when the closest vertical line between the two formations was less than 5000 km. If the Imperial fleet didn't notice the close proximity, then they were all fools.

The result was just as Typhus had expected. The formation of the entire Imperial fleet fell apart in an instant - they were turning north.

"These followers of the Corpse King really look down on me." Typhus stretched out his wide and sticky tongue and licked the corner. Turning in front of the enemy is a taboo, not to mention that this is... charging in the opposite direction without a void shield? There is no way to die like this. For a moment, he thought that the supreme commander on the opposite side was actually an undercover agent of the Alpha Legion.

But in war, the dumber the opponent, the better. He swung his hand with a grim smile, and at that moment it seemed as if an endless stream of hot spears of light tore the bright nebula apart. Just like a laser shot from a light bulb -

——A few ripples were created on the void shield of the Imperial Fleet. What the hell?

The sudden change was beyond his imagination. Shouldn't the laser pen light up the paper in front of him? Why did it only hit the wall and create a few dots of light? Why? Why did the Imperial Fleet raise the void shield?

Typhus already had the answer in his mind, but he just didn't want to face it. Well, that abnormal speed was not the normal diversion of shield energy to supply the engine, but he was in the over-limit reactor.

Then the question arises, the over-limit reactor can only last for a dozen hours at a time without damaging the equipment itself. It is impossible that he would use up the over-limit time during the half-month voyage and then not use it. In other words, he deliberately over-limited for Typhus to see, so that he would misjudge the situation of the Empire Fleet's void shield.

He, the traveler Typhus, was completely fooled like a dog. When he realized this truth, even though he was completely loyal to his kind father Nurgle, he could not help but feel heretical emotions such as anger.

But don't worry, he will soon fall into the correct emotion of despair - "Beep, beep, beep," a sharp alarm sounded, "Torpedo spotted on the port side!" Yes, since everything is part of a trap, the Imperial fleet turned north before not to escape, but to launch torpedoes at them.

The entire fleet was arranged vertically, and the advantage of being in the same straight line on the left and right planes was reflected. The densely packed torpedoes were not in the form of lines, but on the entire plane, with torpedoes all over! This pile of torpedoes could not be solved by diving or surfacing.

There is no escape. If the entire Plague Fleet is operated as a whole, the best thing to do now is to stay still while the distance is still far. The carrier-based aircraft and close-in defense guns will clear the torpedoes. The entire fleet will take this opportunity to start the engines and turn westward to form a battle line, and then blast them away.

The biggest role of torpedoes is to disrupt the formation. A complete and undamaged fleet has sufficient carrier-based aircraft and close-in defense guns. Just stand still and let the unlucky ones sink after being hit by one or two torpedoes. Not to mention that the Plague Fleet is still a demon fleet of Nurgle. You don't think those flies are just for show, do you?

But if the Chaos Fleet had any discipline, it wouldn't be called the Chaos Fleet, right?

When the torpedo alarm sounded throughout the fleet, the discipline built by Typhus's majesty collapsed in an instant. There were too many, really too many. If it was just a small fleet of warships, there would still be room to hide. Three battleships, three heavy cruisers, five cruiser squadrons, eleven escort squadrons, a total of 98 warships hiding in a small nebula.

The funny thing is that the fastest ones can escape successfully. In the fleet formation disrupted by them, those who were encouraged by the atmosphere bumped and bumped into each other in the chaos. This chaos also led to the torpedo interception rate of only half. Even if they did not move, this distance was enough to destroy more than 80% of the torpedoes.

In just the first encounter, twenty-three escort ships exploded in sparks from torpedoes and collisions. Even a main cruiser was unfortunately hit by two torpedoes and suffered serious damage, forcing it to make an emergency jump to leave the battlefield.

So what did Typhus do in this chaos? Well, his Terminus Est rammed and sank a frigate himself.

At 01:59, with the second round of salvos, the distance between the two sides had approached kilometers. At this time, Tyvers discovered another problem - the vanguard troops were out of touch.

According to the plan, his main force should move due west to form two battle lines with the enemy fleet, the rear guard fleet should slightly surround and block the front of the Imperial fleet, while the vanguard fleet should move southwest to block the enemy's rear, so as to achieve three-way encirclement and three-way defense. At that time, as long as the Astartes launched a boarding, the enemy would collapse immediately.

But this perfect plan was falling apart. The vanguard fleet did not turn to the southwest, and some of them even fled from the battlefield to the northwest in a scattered manner. They did not turn at all! He had to regroup his troops, because the scattered formation to avoid torpedoes had become their biggest obstacle.

There is no discipline in Chaos, but there is absolute power because of strength. And he, the traveler Typhus, the master of the corrupt hive, has absolute authority to unify these lowly scum and make them the sharp blade in his hand! The obscure psychic storm is the extension of his will!

And Quaren soon noticed the change - the Plague Fleet was reorganizing its formation at an incredible speed. Now this Changshan Snake was no longer a weakling that could not be reached by hitting the head or the tail, but a truly agile and deadly terrorist killer!

At 02:27, during the fourth round of salvos, the Plague Fleet's main fleet had reorganized into a complete battle line, and its absolute advantage in weight and quality was reflected. Before the Imperial Fleet had overloaded any void shields, a Diligence-class light cruiser had already turned into a large piece of wreckage in the void.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that with the Plague Fleet taking advantage of its nearly threefold numerical advantage and the Astartes Fleet's inherent quality advantage, it was only a matter of time before the Imperial Fleet was defeated.

Is the Imperial Navy's only mobile force in the Agrippina Sector going to be destroyed by Nurgle's might? The Empire needs support - where is Quarren's backup?

Chapter 1: Reinforcements Arrived ()

Admiral Quaton had put in a lot of effort in spreading false intelligence, luring the enemy, and strategic deception, but in the end, he only interfered with the Plague Fleet for more than half an hour. Naval warfare is the war that best reflects the gap in hard power between the two sides. It is impossible for one battleship to fight three battleships.

But what if there is more than one?

Typhus's arrangement was indeed very cautious. If the Mechanicus really mobilized its troops, the early warning of his escort squadron in Agrippina would be enough for him to escape, but what if it was not the reinforcements of the Mechanicus? The Plague Fleet blocking Mandeville Point also meant that the fleet jumping out of Mandeville Point would appear directly behind them!

This is nothing. The design of the sailing warships makes it possible for the fleets of the Empire and Chaos to not be afraid of a two-front war. But now, the vanguard and main force of the Plague Fleet have turned. The half-hour turn has now become a shackle to restrain Chaos - at this time, the Plague Fleet is facing the enemy with the stern of the ship!

When purple light appeared from the void, a fleet came with lightning and thunder - reinforcements had arrived!

"I am Titus Valens, Chapter Master of the White Archons. Brave mortals, you have done well! The Emperor's Angel of Death will fight alongside you from now on. We are the Emperor's blades, advance or die!"

The sonorous and inspiring full-frequency communications quickly stopped the decline of the Imperial Navy. The Astartes would not emphasize their transcendence, but if it was to boost morale, as long as it did not really damage their honor, their choice would be... well, a little more flexible.

Mortal troops fighting Chaos Astartes alone and helplessly are two completely different concepts from mortal troops fighting Chaos with the support of Astartes. Even the cheapest consumables have a heart! For mortals, Astartes are an extension of the Emperor's will and a symbol of the Emperor's glory!

Yes, these countless ordinary infantrymen of the Empire were thrown onto the battlefield without any care, and exchanging one thousand for one Chaos Astartes was a bloody profit. But being able to execute did not mean they could accept it. When deep despair imprisoned these mortals, a glimmer of dreamy hope was so delicious.

——In fact, they don't even ask for substantial support. As long as the Empire has not forgotten them, the God Emperor has not forgotten them, and the God Emperor's angel of death can lead their souls back to the Golden Throne, they will be satisfied. The God Emperor expects everyone to fulfill their duties, and they are the noble Imperial Navy. It is their honor to inherit the will of the God Emperor.

The majestic hymn echoed non-stop in the ship's broadcast. Compared with the negligible effect of suppressing the Chaos Astartes, the morale gain of the hymn and the Astartes' reinforcements was much more obvious. I have been emphasizing morale because morale is the only thing they can use to compete with the Astartes.

When the Agrippina Fleet and the main force of the Plague Fleet were in a battle line, the two sides could still maintain a stalemate due to the weaker firepower of the Astartes warships. However, now that the Plague Fleet has broken through 2000km, its close boarding would be catastrophic for any Imperial fleet.

Even though Quaren had tried his best to stay away to take advantage of firepower, the Astartes relied on this to make a living, so how could they let him go? The fleet of Hellblades and a small number of Helldrakes tore through the Empire's air defense system with overwhelming force, and finally the Death's Scythe, accompanied by the Fly's Hell Claws and boarding boats, shook the entire fleet!

Before the arrival of the reinforcements, the deafening hymns were buried with screams and wails. But inspired by the battle cries of the Astartes who came to help, the majestic hymns could not cover the deafening roar of the people - for the Emperor!

"For the Emperor!" Hope ignited the evil power of Nurgle that shrouded the battlefield, and also illuminated the way forward for the Imperial troops who were gradually collapsing in the face of the massacre. As the troops regrouped, the light of thousands of flashlights was enough to turn even the Death Guard in Terminator armor into charcoal within two seconds!

Even if the Astartes were still on the way, they didn't even need to join the battle. Their mere appearance could change the situation. This was the Emperor's Angel of Death. With the reinforcements forming a 90-degree angle with the Agrippina fleet and blocking the main force of the Plague Fleet, the situation on the battlefield suddenly underwent a shocking reversal.

Is the Empire going to win?

Under the threat of a sudden large number of reinforcements, Typhus panicked - for a Chaos Lord, life always comes first. He did not have the blessing of Lucius the Immortal. The vanguard troops that were about to complete the encirclement were formally ordered by him to turn northeast to cover the main force to accelerate the breakout.

I am the attacker, I will run away if I don't fight. But how can the Empire give up easily after finally gaining the advantage? The most vulnerable stern is so vulnerable to the battleship's magnificent broadside main guns, and the small void shield may be instantly penetrated by large solid shells.

Warhammer 40k is not WoW. A void shield that penetrates instantly is as deadly as a core explosion, not to mention the stern engine being hit by the battleship's main gun. Unexpected explosions became the focus of the battlefield - first the engine was penetrated by the macro gun, then the subspace engine, the bridge... there is no need to say more.

The battlecruiser Samuel was hit by a single shot, and its overloaded subspace engine exploded on the spot!

The detonation of the subspace engine or the subspace rift generator is more violent than the detonation of the ammunition depot. It is not completely an explosion, but more like a collapse, the collapse of the entire space. The flesh and steel of an entire cruiser are all compressed into a singularity, and then countless lightning and auroras illuminate a corner of the galaxy!

The violent subspace storm tore apart the formations of both sides. Its impact range was too large. Not only did it smash the six warships behind the main force of the Plague Fleet, but even the two Imperial warships that were closer to it were severely damaged. The center of the explosion had become the Small Eye of Terror, which would last for several hours. The good news was that Chaos now had a ready-made retreat.

But even such a heavyweight and terrifying explosion was just a minor episode, and the flames on the warships of both sides never stopped. Even though the most violent and tragic wall-riding confrontation was missing due to the formation, the roaring glow of the intersecting battle lines was still enough to be engraved in the hearts of everyone who looked up at the starry sky in Usur.

Due to Typhus's micro-management and the unexpected death of Dede, the vanguard of the Plague Fleet was forced to leave the battlefield to the north. At this time, the Imperial Fleet miraculously had the advantage in numbers. Macro cannons and light spears were intertwined on this magnificent battlefield. Any warship whose void shield failed would have only one fate - being pierced into a sieve by dense light spears.

When the distance between the two sides reached 1000km, the effectiveness of boarding was greatly reduced. Before the key node could be captured, the entire battleship was turned into a burning background board under the lance of light. Only the twisted wreckage remained to narrate the cruelty of the war on this silent battlefield.

Except for the Terminators with teleporters, neither Astartes nor mortals were able to escape in the instant after the shield was broken without any warning. Nurgle's ships did not recommend boarding for non-demons, and when the unruly Chaos Astartes refused to exchange their sons in vain, the two sides fell into a wonderful balance - a very fair pure fleet battle.

Chapter 2: Reinforcements Arrived ()

The battlefield situation at this time was already very clear - the main force of the Imperial Fleet sailed eastward, forming two parallel battle lines to bombard the main force of the Plague Fleet sailing westward, while also facing the battle line of the rear guard of the Plague Fleet sailing northwest with its bows; the reinforcements of the Imperial Fleet sailed southward with a battle line to steal the butt of the main force of the Plague Fleet while charging towards the rear guard of the Plague Fleet.

Where are the Plague Fleet Vanguard? They're shopping.

At the beginning, they were asked to make a big detour to the southwest to cut off the retreat of the Imperial Fleet and achieve a three-sided encirclement. As a result, they were forced to return after halfway through Typhus was anally exploded by Quaren, and turned nearly 270 degrees from south to east. This was nothing. But the explosion made them real clowns - the vanguards were forced to go all the way north and directly leave the battlefield!

Although they were not deserters, would their teammates believe them if they left the battlefield for some reason? Not to mention the Chaos troops, which were already a mess. The impact of three-sevenths of the troops "running away" was far greater than the loss of more than twenty ships before - Typhus began to lose command.

The original small disadvantage quickly collapsed under the leadership of a few smart guys. Running away is contagious. When they abandoned their former glory, it was foreseeable that they would be defeated by mortals one day. No one was willing to face the enemy at the stern to protect the so-called "companions". The chaos in the battle line was the beginning of the collapse.

Roar, roar, flames, when Typhus saw all of this, he knew that he had been defeated - the Plague Fleet, unable to maintain the battle line, was no match for the Imperial Fleet. After the first escapee appeared, he had no time to punish the traitor and he had actually lost command. The Plague Fleet was now just a fleet gathered together to fight for Nurgle.

"Traitors should die," Tyvers' deep voice echoed in the captain's room, but he might have forgotten his original identity.

All he could do now was to use the performance gap of the Terminus Est to destroy a few more Imperial warships before escaping. He felt the warp rift not far away. Three hours? "That's enough. Turn south."

He didn't seem to be talking to himself, but he didn't seem to be directing a battle, either. Was he communicating with the ship? Of course, Nurgle's ships were alive, and this was not just an adjective. "Destroy them, Terminus Est!"

The huge warship, completely wrapped in green flesh and blood, opened its single blood-red eye. It was just like a fish swimming in the void. With a swing of its tail that went against common sense, it rushed out of the chaotic formation of the Plague Fleet. The only price it paid was that the two small boats escorting it turned into a pile of space junk.

However, these traitors to him soon had no time to care about him. Typhus was not the one who charged into the battle alone. No matter what the other ships of the Plague Fleet were doing, now under the control of Typhus, the Chosen of Nurgle, they had only one choice - to rush over and bite like a pack of mad dogs.

Nurgle's ships are alive, and Typhus, as the chosen one of Nurgle, can indeed control them to a certain extent. But to a certain extent, it is really only to a certain extent. He would not use this kind of move that hurts the enemy by 800 and hurts himself by 1,000, as he thought he had a sure win.

But now, "You still want me to take the blame for you? Stay here!" The hasty turn and useless charge were a devastating blow to the whole. But all he wanted was to let these traitors play their last role before they died. If he couldn't operate according to his will, he might as well let this galaxy burn!

In the midst of despair and abuse, Typhus laughed wildly, just like the mask he had torn off for more than two hundred years in front of his father, his god, ten thousand years ago. He was such a beast that he did not allow anything better to exist. Now he and the Terminus will bring the end to the commander of the Imperial Fleet - the price of victory will be your life.

The bow of the Terminus Est was not a traditional super-large shuttle landing pad. As the most advanced Astartes battleship of the Empire during the Great Crusade, it adopted an axial gun layout, and the huge bombardment cannon was the main gun of the authentic Queen of Glory class. The overwhelming power it brought was enough for Typhus to try to destroy the enemy flagship with a single ship.

Rose, an old Retribution-class battleship that had been in service for more than 6000 years and had undergone dozens of major and minor repairs, had taken too much damage to its void shield during the more than three-hour battle. From the beautiful sky-blue adamantine bow to the magnificent hull with indigo and gold edges, bullet marks and burn marks caused by the void shield's penetration could be seen everywhere.

The second time the terrifying bombardment cannon fired, Rose's void shield was sparked with dazzling lightning. This was the manifestation of the overload of the additional shield capacitor, but the panic in the command room disappeared when Quaren was still calmly directing the battle.

——'If my death can bring victory, then I will be happy with it.' The Admiral's cold and resolute face seemed not to see the large flashing red light on the screen in front of him. He himself is also the Emperor's currency, and is equal to those warriors who are willing to rush to the Chaos Astartes even if they die. If someone must die, why not him?

He repeated the final command. "The Emperor expects you to do your duty and continue to fight!"

One round, two rounds, three rounds... The duel between two equally huge battleships was still the most conspicuous on the battlefield that had become extremely chaotic due to the Plague Fleet's desperate charge. The interlaced macro cannons and light spears were so slow that they seemed even more powerful.

The two giants who stood tall and proud fought each other so slowly and powerfully, and the void shields of both sides were boiling like hot oil. It seemed that this battle would continue forever, until eternity. Until that illusory, crisp sound like a broken mirror echoed in everyone's mind.

Rose's void shield is overloaded.

All armor other than the void shield was just a decoration. Even composite armor that was tens of meters thick was just a folded piece of paper in front of the 230m axial gun. In the dead silence, the first round of artillery fire after losing the void shield almost penetrated the Rose.

If the Rose had not been positioned at a large angle during the eight-round bombardment, greatly reducing the threat of direct fire, this shot would probably have penetrated it completely.

"Come over." Quaren's voice broke the silence in the command room, and the helmsman turned back as if to say something. "Come over!" When Quaren spoke for the second time, the helmsman had already turned left to the limit. He didn't know why Quaren did this? But he knew that he had to obey orders.

But unexpectedly, the Terminus Est also turned eastward! Quaren knew that he had made the right bet - he dared to die, but Typhus did not. The Terminus Est would not collide with him, because his target was the warp rift to his east, and he wanted to escape from the battlefield from there!

Going over there might seem like suicide, but it was the only way he could get his money back. Rather than betting that the Terminus Est would not be able to completely destroy him in the remaining rounds of bombardment, it would be better to destroy a scourge for the Empire forever. He laughed wildly as if he saw Typhus's livid face! "For the Emperor! For the glory of the Agrippina Fleet! Imperial Navy, prepare to board!"

In the glow of the torpedoes and rams of the Nemesis-class battleship, nearly one-eighth of the Terminus Est turned back into dead steel. This naturally included the huge bombardment cannon and the damn eyeball. The Terminus Est finally welcomed the long-lost mortals again, but this time they were not slaves.

"For the Emperor!" The battle cry that had not been heard for ten thousand years once again resounded throughout the fallen warship. The dazzling flesh grinder held back this group of filthy Chaos Astartes amidst the plague and flies, until the Warp rift that was already within reach spat out the existence that should not have appeared the most.

——A Retribution-class battleship in Gothic paint. "I am Admiral Speyer, for the Emperor!"