Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Salmin didn't want to say anything. It turned out that Armageddon was Armageddon. It was the first time he felt death was so close to him. His current strength was almost that of a dog tank, but because of his size, he was more flexible and weaker.

But what is this place? This is an apocalyptic battle. The Third Battle of Armageddon took place in 998m41. The Empire dispatched a Queen of Glory, several Emperor-class Titans, more than Astartes, more than times that number of elite Imperial Guards, and millions of PDFs. What can he do?

The Third Battle of Armageddon was a shattering battle. The Imperial Navy had five battleships and fifteen cruisers; the Astartes had one Glorious Queen, seven battleship flagships, and thirty-eight strike cruisers. Sixty-six capital ships were used, making it the battle with the most naval forces deployed by the Empire since the 12th Black Crusade. (In fact, the actual number of troops participating in the 13th Black Crusade was not as large as this one.)

In the end, the Empire only had two battleships left: the Retribution-class "Age of Glory" was slightly damaged, and the Apocalypse-class "Triumph" was seriously damaged; the damage to the Astartes was unknown (no need to report), but the Queen of Glory-class battleship "Eternal Expedition" was scarred, which shows that the battle damage was not small. If the Black Orcs had not come, without the Queen of Glory to hold the line, I am afraid that the entire army would have been wiped out.

What could he do? Yes, he could do something. Instead of just praying like a real mortal when the battle started that the Orcs' naval guns and Gaunts wouldn't fall on his head. Even a Bigfoot Gaunt (a smaller version of the Orc Gaunts, comparable to the human Reaver and Warhound Titans) could kill him.

Salmin made up his mind that it was time to try out his system. Previously, because the Gothic Fleet system reported errors and showed abnormalities, he was afraid that Tzeentch might be playing tricks on him, so he didn't dare to use it, and only studied it occasionally. But now he was ready to bet on the value of the Untouchables before he caused any changes. If Tzeentch didn't pay attention to him now, it would be useless to pay attention to him in the future.

Salmin dismissed everyone and went to the confessional alone. After the system was turned on, he saw the star map of the Shield of Fear, which had a total of twelve star regions and sub-star regions. The first time he opened it after crossing over was the 49th round, just after defeating Dongge in Savaggar. In reality, the system automatically passes a round every week, and now it has passed two rounds and reached the 51st round.

He has 1 unit of resource maintenance fee every round, which he discovered when he was free. This also means that he can consume the resources in the game in reality, which is very important. With the help of the large amount of resources in these twelve prosperous and peaceful star regions and sub-star regions, he can void-explode troops and void-supply anytime and anywhere without paying taxes. No taxes! This is very comfortable, unlike someone else.

He kept everything in the game, fleets, resources, galaxy upgrades, reputation, and technology upgrades. Logically, with all this, he should have been able to raise several fleets in one turn like the "Primarch of the Navy" Speyer, punch the Chaos Warmaster, kick the black and white bean sprouts, expel the Imperial pirates, quell the Orc Rebellion, stop the Zerg invasion, and interrupt the Ribs Revival.

But there was an embarrassing thing in front of him. Although he had no leader and fleet number in reality, he didn't even have a camp. Yes, he didn't have a camp!

Although he thought he was a human, and the territories and fleets in the system all belonged to the Empire, he did not have a human Imperial Navy, Mechanicus, or Astartes organization in reality. In other words, if he wanted to build a fleet in reality, he would first have to become an admiral of the Imperial Navy, a sage of the Mechanicus, or a chapter leader of the Astartes.

Isn't this difficult? And this is exactly the main reason why he was playing badly before. Rather than working hard for hundreds of years to climb to that position from now on, it is better to play badly for a year and see if he can get back. Oh, by the way, I forgot about the Black Templars. For the Black Templars, you just need to become a marshal (company commander), simple, right?

But now it was no longer possible. The Battle of Armageddon was imminent, and he had to climb to this level of position within a few months. Even now he couldn't leave the planet, as the Ork fleet had surrounded the galaxy.

He had wasted more than half a month, and now he had to take action! It only took two steps to become a fake captain: buy a military uniform and put it on. How many steps did it take to become an admiral of the Imperial Navy?

Not much. Thanks to this corrupt empire and the upcoming brutal war, he now has some ideas.

"Only with the Emperor can the people rely on him for protection," he said.

(There is only the Emperor, and he is our shield and protector.)

Chapter 4 Grimaldus

The hive itself is a pile of buildings made of accrete and adamantium, thousands of residential and industrial blocks intertwined. New communities are built on top of old ones. Dome after dome gradually forms a huge artificial mountain, with spires on top that often reach thousands of meters into the sky. Some spires are connected to orbital elevators and reach into the sky. Orbital supply stations are crowded, surrounded by the sky estates of the nobility, and the slums of the poor are intertwined with bustling, neon-lit entertainment venues.

The Hive City, as a giant urban structure, originally appeared in the Dark Age of Technology. However, this structure, originally used for living on the surface of a planet, eventually evolved into a "planet killer" in a sense due to various destructions and technological regressions during the Age of Strife.

Millions of tons of garbage and industrial waste are discharged directly into the environment every day, and the exhaust gas emitted by the chimneys of the hives is also spreading and polluting the atmosphere. Eventually, the ecological environment of the planet is completely destroyed, and the planet is declared "dead". Only the residents of the hives continue to explore the remaining value of the planet, or scavenge for survival in the constantly circulating garbage and waste.

Most of the hives are composed of the following parts: the bottom nest, the lower nest, the upper nest, and the spire. The bottom nest is located at the bottom of the hive. Some bottom nest areas may be the product or consequence of disasters such as reactor explosions, structural collapse, fuel exhaustion, and fires. Normal living is almost impossible. The poor and those who have fled here for political or criminal reasons live here. It is also a refuge for the poor and the abandoned.

All kinds of scum, mutants, cultists and Chaos believers also call this place home. The power here has long been cut off by the Hive City Authority. As a place where might is right, all areas of the Underhive are ruled by gangs. Countless atrocities occur every day in the violent anarchy of the Underhive. The cheap lives here will one day be taken away by violent conflicts between gangs.

However, as long as the violence does not spread to the Underhive, the authorities are happy to let these gangs kill each other in the cesspool of the Underhive, and the only requirement is that the scum among them does not come up to disturb their lives. After all, this is both a place to get rid of unwelcome people and a barrier against the dangerous darkness deeper. Therefore, people are also happy to distinguish between the hive itself and the Underhive.

The Lower Hive is located above the Lower Hive and is home to the hive's industrial sector and workers. The residents here also account for the majority of the hive's population. They are responsible for maintaining and operating the hive's factories and power plants, and providing food, clothing, products, and various productivity for the hive. Although the large fusion plasma reactor that provides electricity for the entire hive is located here, the residents of the Lower Hive still have to pay an additional fee for every watt they consume.

The inhabitants here are usually not wealthy. Generally speaking, the common people here will do their best to support their families and try to stay away from the intrigues of the upper class. At the same time, they maintain a simple but deep faith in the Emperor and the Empire, and of course, most importantly: be grateful that they do not live in the bottom nest.

This poor and fanatical atmosphere not only gave rise to a large number of pagans and cults, but also provided soil for the development of Salmin's death cult. As mentioned before, Salmin had a hammer in his hand and everyone looked like a nail. He fought eight or nine times a day for more than ten days. Those cults and gangs did not have any anti-Titan equipment and were slaughtered by him. (Generally, the Astra Militarum did not have anti-Titan equipment. The Shadow Sword was not specially equipped by the regiment unless it was extremely expensive.)

A large number of cultists who were not so deeply corrupted by the faith were frightened and captured. These captives were dragged to the streets and burned alive by the fanatical death worship assassins, shouting in the name of holy war. The people of the empire, who lived a life similar to the civilians described by Brother Xun, were also happy to see it happen, and even offered firewood on their own initiative.

Perhaps this was one of their few entertainment activities, Salmin thought maliciously. Then he felt sad because the pleasure of slaughtering people quickly faded.

But it is undeniable that seeing thousands of cultists and gang members being burned at the stake made them start to believe in the Death Worship cult fanatically. Perhaps they had never felt that the God-Emperor was so close to them. The fanatical propaganda of tens of thousands of people made millions of people try to believe in the Death Worship cult. After all, the Death Worship cult did not collect tithes.

In less than a month, he made the Death Worship Cult a large sect in the Lower Nest through the holy war. But this was far from enough. What was his status now? He was just a Lower Nester. No one in the Empire's major institutions, except the State Church, was willing to play with him, let alone a big boss who could appoint and dismiss the admirals of the Empire's navy.

The brutal war and the current situation of isolation and helplessness, this chaos will bring him a glimmer of possibility. "Grimaldus," he murmured, "my hermit master, why haven't you come yet?"

Grimaldus stood alone in the Temple of Dorne.

There was not even a breeze to animate the plain hall, and the great banners hung motionless, some faded with the passage of time, some still as brightly colored as if they were just woven, and some even stained with dried blood. Grimaldus quietly gazed at the emblems of his brothers' expeditions.

Rastrati, piles of skulls and brass reliefs depicting the terrible battles on that cursed heretical world...

In the Age of Apostasy, on Earth surrounded by the Aquila constellation, when the Templar Knights were called back to Holy Terra for the first time in thousands of years, the hypocritical High Lord Vandir of the Blood Blade...

And Grimaldus' most recent war: the Battle of Vinculus, where the banner depicted a demon pierced by a sword, and in this great battle of fire and blood, the knights struck down the demon's heretical followers - it was during this battle that Grimaldus was promoted from the Brotherhood of the Sword to join the Order of Priests.

Dozens of banners hung silently in the air, dangling from the ornately carved ceiling, telling of the glory won and the lives lost in every battle of the Eternal Crusade.

The only sound besides Grimaldus's own breathing was the low hum of the stasis field of the Protector's Temple's relics. Grimaldus walked towards a relic, a fuzzy blue force field covering the milky white counter, which contained a bolter that had belonged to the Lord of Dollon two thousand years ago. The gun was covered with kill records, and small Gothic words covered the entire weapon like scriptures.

Grimaldus stood for a moment beside the bolter display case, where he could enter the code to release the stance on the control panel, which was part of the authority of a member of the Chaplaincy Order. Even before he ascended to that position, Grimaldus was qualified to appease these ancient and sacred machine spirits through blessings and sacrifices.

After a warp jump, it is extremely dangerous for a corrupted mortal to even approach the weapons of these champions. At the same time, even cleaning and purifying the weapons of these champions can be of great benefit to humans after a warp jump.

There were more than a hundred relics in the Dornish temple, but Grimaldus came only for one of them. He stood before the short pillar, reading the silver inscription beneath the stasis field.

Chapter 5 Prayer

'We are judged in life for the evil we destroy.'

"Our honor comes from slaying evil." - Hermit Mordred

Below the words was a small keyboard, each key engraved with Gothic words in gold foil. Grimaldus entered the 19-digit code for this particular column, and the stasis field shut down as the ancient engine within the stone base began to operate.

On the smooth white stone column, a weapon lay sleeping peacefully, having regained its freedom from the protection of the stasis position.

Without any ceremony, Grimaldus grasped the scepter by its handle and raised it smoothly. The top of the scepter was made of holy gold and blessed adamantium, and was cast in the shape of an eagle's wings in the style of the Templar Knights. The handle was a single piece of black metal, as long as the knight's arm.

(Adamantium is pure gold, but what is holy gold?)

The gorgeous hammer head of the weapon gradually glowed under the light of the mural. When Slender Yin held it in his hand, the weapon was already flashing like the light reflected from the mural.

The pastor stood here for a long time.

"Brother," a voice came from behind him. Grimaldus turned and instinctively raised his weapon.

Though he had never used the relic, his scarred fingers traced the hammer's handle to the activation rune in a flash. The wings glowed menacingly, and hissing electricity flickered through the gold and silver metal.

The figure walked slowly into the light with a smile on his face. It was a face that was weathered, battle-hardened, full of wrinkles and scars. Grimaldus saw a hint of joy in the eyes of the young knight.

"Master Hermit." The knight bowed his head in salute.

Artarion

"We are approaching our destination and will soon return to the physical universe. I have taken the liberty of having the team prepare for an orbital drop." Attarion's smile was uglier than his features.

In return, Grimaldus finally smiled, but there was an incredible tenderness in his eyes. "This world will burn," the battle priest said, without even a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"This is not the first planet to suffer this fate." Attarion's injured lips parted to reveal steel teeth - replacements implanted after being shot by a sniper fifteen years ago. The bullet hit his face and shattered his jaw. When he took off his helmet, the scar around his left lip added a grimness to his smile. "This will not be the first," he added, "and it will not be the last."

"Did you look at the projections? Did you look at the fleet projections, the fleets in the system, the fleets that have yet to arrive?"

"I lose interest in statistics once the numbers are beyond the limits of my fingers." Attarion laughed at his own joke. "We will fight and win, or die gloriously. Everything will change if we burn the sky with war and dye our blades with blood."

Grimaldus dropped the Crozius Hammer, as if realizing he was still holding it tightly. As the crackling light of the relic faded, a faint darkness enveloped their vision again. After the lightning, the air was filled with the smell of ozone, the strange fresh smell after a storm. The energy cell in the hammer handle hummed and cooled reluctantly: the weapon's machine spirit was eager for war, just like its current master.

"You speak with the heart of a warrior, but your dismissive attitude is wrong. This battle... will go down in history. It would be the gravest mistake to simply regard it as just another battle that brought you honor."

Grimaldus's voice was gone now. As he spoke, he could see the bitter passion on Attarion's face - like a beast roaring in a cage, full of ferocity and a lust for blood. "All the great achievements of mankind on the face of this planet will be burned until they are reduced to ash, preserved only in memory."

"I never heard you say we were going to lose, bro."

Grimaldus shook his head, his voice still deep and burning. "Whether we win or lose, the world will be burned by war. I am speaking of the reality of the upcoming expedition."

"Are you so sure?"

"This feeling runs in my blood. Win or lose, when the last day before the end of the world comes, those of us who remain will realize that no war has ever cost us so much."

“Have you ever shared these concerns and thoughts with the Grand Marshal?” Attarion scratched the back of his neck, his fingertips tickling the itchy skin around the ridges of his spine.

"Do you think he needs me to tell him?" Grimaldus chuckled, momentarily speechless at his brother's naivety.

For lethality and majesty, few vessels in the Imperium of Man can rival the Everlasting Crusade. Some ships sail the heavens like the seafaring vessels of ancient Terra, sailing among the stars with state and grace. But the Everlasting Crusade is not one of them. Like a spear hurled into the void by Rogal Dorn, the flagship of the Templars has seen battles in space for more than aeons. Its engines throb, powering the ship from world to world, leaving a trail of plasma behind them in the wake of the Great Crusade.

The Everlasting Crusade is not alone.

Behind her, the battleships Night's Vigil and Majesty had their engines running at full speed, trying to keep up with the Expedition and form a spear formation with their flagship.

Behind the Glorious Queen-class battleship followed a number of smaller strike cruisers, making up the remainder of the "spear" and providing support to the three heavy ships. Seven in total, each of these faster interceptors could easily keep up with the Everlasting Crusade's advance.

The spaceship suddenly returned to reality, and the smoke of the subspace was still dragging around Geller's position, and the plasma drive flashed a dazzling light. After returning to real space, the void shield emitted bursts of smoke to the outside world, leaving behind.

Before them was a grey planet, covered in thick, unholy clouds. Despite the chaos around them, deep within the planet was strangely peaceful. Armageddon.

If one attempts to investigate the tormented, punished Armageddon, one finds a bloated Imperial sector where even the most prosperous hives are racked by wounds beyond their ability to heal.

The world was scarred, and every region was scarred. War was like an impending storm, and the panic and anxiety that erupted enveloped the souls of hundreds of millions of citizens of the empire.

Amid the strife, there are always rumors of the Imperium's imminent fall. These heretical tales tell of humanity's endless wars against many enemies, and predict that humanity's ultimate fate will be decided on the fiery battlefields of the millions under the rule of the God-Emperor.

Every moment, these prophets and their prophecies were shattered one by one, and then organized and circulated again and again. The Armageddon Festival, named after this great planet, was producing and consuming at an astonishing rate that was unmatched by other worlds.

Armageddon itself was the Imperium's solid fortress world, with factories working day and night to churn out tanks in successive batches, forming tank regiments. Millions of men and women on Armageddon, wearing Iron Legion uniforms, hiding their faces behind breathing masks, formed the most glorious and famous branch of the Imperial Guard.

The hive buildings on this planet broke through the heavily polluted clouds, and the eternal dusk enveloped the world. No wild animals could be heard on Armageddon, and no wild animals could walk outside the Armageddon section. The roaring in the wilderness was nothing more than the sound of machines producing in the never-stopping arsenal. The only traces on the ground were the tracks of tanks, which drove to the starport, were transported into the sky, and sent to hundreds of distant battlefields.

This is a world of war in every form imaginable, scarred by war and exacerbated by each battle against a great enemy. Armageddon has been rebuilt over and over again, but it has never been forgotten.

The Second Battle of Armageddon, which resulted in the deaths of billions, is commemorated by a space facility named after one of the Emperor's Angels of Death.

They called it - "Dante".

It was used by the mortals of Armageddon to survey the deep black of space, waiting and watching, and praying that no further enemies would come.

Fifty-seven years passed, and the prayer was answered by the Emperor.

Chapter 6: The Letter of Allegiance and the Nun

Prayers answered -

The largest greenskin fleet in history is approaching Armageddon.

(Actually, it’s not as good as Beast Wars, but the records of the beasts fighting Terra were erased.)

With the arrival of the enemy, the Empire, which had not yet been severely damaged by the Great Rift, quickly sent reinforcements to strengthen the defense of this star zone and continuously sent batches of support troops to the ground. The Black Templar Expeditionary Force, led by the Grand Marshal himself, was the most important of these support forces.

Salmin still doesn't know that Grimaldus, who has been keeping him awake all night, has finally arrived on this planet. Today, he is still fighting for the "big plan".

In his deduction, Grimaldus, the reclusive master of the Black Templars (roughly equivalent to the chief think tank of other chapters), was the person with the highest status that he could contact. But even so, he was not qualified to contact him now.

Even bandits have to show their loyalty to the empire, and even the empire, uh, is not as good as the bandits, but they also have to show their loyalty to the empire.

Looking at the entire Lower Nest, what could be better than a Genestealer Chieftain to show off his military exploits. Although the two hundred pure-blooded chicken thieves, the alien army equipped with heavy equipment such as Malcador and Leman Russ is very difficult to deal with. At least a well-known character is needed to lead most of the company to rush in and behead them, and in the end only a few will be left.

But if the plan goes well, he will only face a small force consisting of a cunning patriarch, three bishops and their guards. It is a problem whether the aliens who rely on psychic energy can stand up when he gets close to them. They are traitors.

Today, he is still working hard to get his name back.

Salmin, who grew up under the red flag, also fell, and was severely pierced by the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism, no, feudalism. After the morning class, another severely mutated Chaos believer was burned, and our respected Death Master was enjoying the bathing and changing clothes of the trainee assassin.

After taking off the black robe with a strong sense of ritual, two trainee assassins put on a loose coat that emphasized the sacredness for him. This coat was more like what a priest of the state religion wore. The main color of the coat was white, supplemented by gold and blood red, which increased the sacredness. Then they hung various exquisite and gorgeous decorations and pure marks on him, and finally a power sword.

This expensive blessed power sword is not something that a lower nest gang can get, nor is it something that a small Baisi who lives in the lower nest can own. This was a gift given to him by Mr. Allen, the bishop of the nest, yesterday, or a return gift.

After all, without Salmin's help, how could this bishop sit in the upper nest and personally wipe out nearly a hundred cults in the lower nest, and lead a team to kill more than 20 illegal psychics and eight demons.

It's just a power sword, which is not a big deal for the wealthy state religion. What's important is to use this public thing to gain credit for one's own achievements, and at the same time give some rewards to the outstanding church members who assisted one, which is a win-win situation.

For Salmin, with the recommendation letter from the popular bishop, he could finally meet some people he had never met before, such as the local PDF officer and the head of the legal department he met yesterday afternoon, and the bomb girl from the Silver Shroud Order he was about to meet now.

Of course, he has been able to get through without any obstacles, partly because of his pure and flawless human identity. This guy, at first glance, there is no one purer than him. With his appearance, he can directly enter the Puritan faction of the Inquisition. As long as I look left enough, everyone is right.

In fact, Salmin had thought about this path before. He would try to skip the apprenticeship stage and directly enter the Inquisition, and then rely on his own military strength to gain enough merits and strive to be promoted to a high-level inquisitor within 20 years. A high-level inquisitor can have his own fleet, and even if the system does not recognize this organization, he can use his power to serve as a part-time admiral in a remote sub-star region.

Unfortunately, this dark universe never leaves enough time for people, but fortunately he still has the power to take risks. Ordinary people can already choose the cemetery when facing an apocalyptic battle, and now at least they can leave a whole body if they die.

The Order of the Silver Shroud, the monastery of the Hive City of Helsrich belongs to this order. It would be great if it was the Bloody Rose. Salmin thought of this more than once. If it was the Bloody Rose, these fanatical and militant bomb girls would take the initiative to kill gay thieves when they heard the name of the Four-Armed God Emperor.

But it didn't matter. He had never intended to use the battle sisters as his main force. There were nearly two hundred pure-blooded thieves, and twenty or so battle sisters couldn't even make a splash. It would be better to replace them with twenty or so space marines. As part of the plan, as long as these sisters let him in to chat for a while, it would be fine.

The clothes he was wearing were prepared for this purpose. What was wrong with a devout believer holding a letter of recommendation from the bishop of the nest city and wanting to go in and read some sacred history?

"no?!"

"No, why not?" Salmin was a little anxious. If he was not allowed in, the credibility of the rumors he spread would be greatly reduced. There was no guarantee that the thief chief would judge that he had failed and choose to preserve the elite forces and wait for an opportunity to start trouble again.

This meant that he would no longer be facing a small group of elite troops. Instead, he would have to charge into a fortress complex with heavy firepower. Even if he had a void shield, he would still be defeated if Leman Russ focused his fire on him. He could not accept going from cutting vegetables to risking his life.

"This is an order from the Archsister of the Silver Shroud Sisterhood, and I will relay her words, heretic! 'I saw you coming with the blood and conspiracy of my sisters, and I have also heard about the filthiness of you and that fellow. Considering your loyalty to the Emperor, leave, and I will forgive your sins.'" The trainee nun guarding the gate had a look of disgust on her face.

Salmin was actually a little anxious, but he told himself not to be anxious. He smiled as if he hadn't heard anything, and continued to speak to her respectfully. "Maybe there is some misunderstanding. Please tell the respected Sister Archsister that the Blood Cult has always been a devout believer of the God-Emperor, not some--"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by another old and hoarse voice coming from the trainee nun's voice tube.

"You lowly sewer rat, we are only speaking to you out of respect for your loyalty to the God-Emperor. Your heretical sect is preserved only by our mercy. Now, get out of my monastery before I lose my temper!"

Salmin wanted to struggle a little more, he had to go in. It didn't matter if he had an antagonistic relationship with these nuns, as once he entered the monastery, these women would be useless.