Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

No matter how it is now, the former Chaos Astartes of the Legion are actually deeply proud of the Great Crusade. As Horus said, they once drove away the Old Night Age together. The iron hooves of the twenty Astartes Legions crushed countless star regions. They were noble warriors who spread the glory of mankind throughout the galaxy.

It is precisely because of this identity that they have a natural arrogance when facing the warriors of the newly born Astartes Chapter - when the Great Crusade came, you were not even born yet; what a poor little guy, you have never seen the real golden age, and you have been deceived by the Corpse King since birth.

However, this army, which seemed to have walked out from the depths of their memories, was completely different. The gorgeous logo of the First Legion was engraved on the black armor, and the Roman numeral I was displayed in front of them. Thousands of Iron Cavalry Terminators crushed the Chaos Alliance's counterattacks again and again in corridors and passes.

This is definitely not the Dark Angels! This is a legion, a Dark Angels legion from ten thousand years ago. And what confirmed this idea was that they recognized the figure standing at the forefront of the battle line - 'Lion King's Steward' Coswayn.

The scarlet winged helmet and the deadly two-handed sword awakened Abaddon's memory, the memory of the siege of Terra. "Korswain," Abaddon looked at the familiar slash and movement, and tremblingly read out his name. Why was he here? Why was the Dark Angels here? "What year is it now?"

"What year is it now?!" Abaddon could no longer hold back as he roared and questioned everyone in front of him. Again and again, his towering braids trembled with his body. He wanted to hear the answer - the era when Horus was still alive.

He had wanted to ask this a long time ago. The Empire couldn't afford such a large fleet of warships, let alone the Glorious Queen belonging to the Imperial Navy. The Amphion had already sunk in Shana, 10,000 years ago! So what time was it now?

Was it ten thousand years ago? If, if they were swept to ten thousand years ago by the turbulence of the warp and collided with the main force of the empire, wouldn't everything be explained? Is his father still alive now?

If everything could be done over again, he would be willing to exchange everything he had. In the days when he was driven away by the Empire, he had too many things to say to Horus, and he had too many regrets to make up for. Don't go to Terra, it's a trap, a trap from beginning to end - as long as the false emperor is willing, he can become a god. Horus has been a discarded child who is doomed to die since he landed on Terra.

No one answered, as if they had heard nothing.

He stuck the magic sword into the ground and treated it as a discarded shoe, then carefully took out an old communicator from his body. This pair of communicators was a creation of the Dark Technology Age that was seized from a pocket empire during the Great Crusade. With the intervention of the power of the Supreme Heaven, even if they were separated by dozens of star regions, they could transmit communications at a speed far exceeding that of Star Talk.

With extreme ecstasy and anxiety, he gently pressed the communicator in his hand. My father, my beloved, my great Horus, I pray to fate that we will meet again. I hope I can rewrite the ending of everything. The Corpse King must pay for his atrocities! Humanity will only be revived in the hands of Warmaster Horus!

"Beep, beep" All the sounds were stripped away at this moment, as if Abaddon was no longer in the most intense and chaotic battlefield. Only the ticking of the communicator remained in his ears. He really had never been so eager for this damn delusion. Even if there was a one in ten thousand chance, he wanted to hear that voice again.

"Abaddon!"

Yes and no. The roar from outside the hall dragged Abaddon's thoughts back to the battlefield. Under the heavy artillery of the Contemptors, the elite troops of the Dark Angels had already broken through to the upper deck of the Doomsday Omen. The shouts, explosions and the crisp sound of swords clashing drowned him like a wave, and he could no longer hear the ticking of the communicator.

Yes, I shouldn't have heard it. Ten thousand years ago, when the owner of the other communicator smashed it coldly on the ground, it would not ring again. Everything was just his illusion. Abaddon let go of his hand and let the long-ineffective machine fall to the ground. He had already shed all his tears, and his two hearts were colder than the magic sword, but he was still angry.

Anger for no reason! Perhaps even the smallest hope was so fascinating, his self-hypnosis only deceived himself, and the powerlessness after the false hope was shattered was as tormenting as a knife cutting into his flesh. The illusion only aroused his anger, and at this moment he was more deadly than ever before.

But he would rather not have this power than remember even a little bit of it. A faint red light entwined around his side, and the indestructible magic sword cut the two retreating cowards in half. The heavy bombs on Horus's claws stirred up a bloody mist among the enemy group, and the elite Black Legion Terminators rushed out from behind him to reorganize the battle line.

Hellbeasts, demon engines, wizards' secret meetings... The true elite of the Doomsday Omen finally appeared with Abaddon, and the addition of powerful new forces almost reversed the situation. But in terms of eliteness, it is obvious that the Dark Angels Legion at its peak in 30k is better.

The phosphorous fire weapons roared and smashed into the psychic shields that the wizards had urgently arranged. If it weren't for the foresight of psychic energy, the first kill of the distant and forgotten First Legion might have wiped out half of the Black Legion's high-ranking officials. "You--" Abaddon was shocked and angry. The enemy was still the same enemy as before.

——The First Legion, which needed a significant force advantage under the leadership of Horus, is no longer the Sons of Horus that broke into Terra and besieged the Imperial Palace. The Black Legion is now just the largest of the Chaos lackeys.

Even though the Despair Messengers (the elite terminators of the Black Legion) led by their leader Fakus Cabe pulled out their Scourge Composite Bolters, Melta Guns, Plasma Guns and Disintegrators, the Dark Angels were a bit more powerful in comparison - Deflagration Cannons, Phosphorus Missiles, Conversion Beams, Melta Spears, Gravity Bomb Launchers, Stasis Grenade...

The terrifying firepower of the First Legion erupted almost instantly and repelled the Black Legion, which was several times larger than them. In front of the First Legion, where rapid-fire plasma weapons had become an optional conventional weapon, the Black Legion, which had been living off its savings for ten thousand years and had fallen to the point of robbing the Empire, was really not enough.

After Abaddon ran back to the defense line in a panic under the cover of his men, he forgot all about his previous high spirits and invincibility. What happened? Why did I become retired?

Round after round of heavy firepower was about to smash through his makeshift flagship. Isn't this my home turf? Why are we, who have the advantage in numbers, being suppressed and unable to move by the firepower of the guys who boarded our ship?

Chapter 42: Corswayne

He didn't even have time to command the fleet battle. They were just going to lose, but I was going to die. He now needed more powerful heavy firepower support, not just the few remaining dreadnoughts or hell beasts, and small demon engines. He needed more powerful knights and support from large demon engines!

Want it now!

The hot melt spear array wielded a rain of fire, setting a large area of ​​the battlefield on fire, and then everything turned into a pool of mixed molten iron deep in the deck. Whether it was mortal followers or high-level units such as Chaos Astartes and Terminators, in front of the ancient black technology, as long as they were not protected by heavy shields or void shields, they were extremely vulnerable.

Abaddon couldn't even rush up. Yes, his magic sword was unmatched in power, and could smash the guards into pieces with one blow; the Claw of Horus was the main weapon of the Primarch Horus, and it could cut through everything, but what was the use? Abaddon, who was holding them, was ultimately a mortal who had not ascended to magic, so he couldn't rush up.

Even the teleportation beacon was inexplicably ineffective, and the teleportation of 20 Despair Messengers was interfered with by the trap set by the Dark Angels, and they were burned to death by phosphorous fire in the stasis field. He gritted his teeth but there was nothing he could do, all the news was bad, he could only wait, wait for the wizard's secret demon array to be ready, and wait for the knight's support troops to arrive.

But the Dark Angels obviously didn't want to continue wasting time like this. Delaying on someone else's territory would only lead to a slow death. As long as they could behead Abaddon, the war would be a real victory. Apart from the troops that went to destroy the reactor and shield generator, three quarters of the Doomsday troops, nearly two thousand Dark Angels would kill the evil leader at all costs!

Twenty-six Contemptor Dreadnoughts held up atomic shields and stood in the front. They were the most unstoppable war beasts at the moment, acting as both barriers and sharp spears. The dense artillery fire of various types swept through the black legion that lacked anti-dreadnought weapons like a massacre.

In the impoverished 41st millennium, no one had ever considered how the defenders would stop these arrayed killers if twenty-six Dreadnoughts on Stormbirds forced their way onto the ship. One round of their firepower was enough to severely damage any Codex Company, and the atomic shield of the past was enough to put the now popular ion shield and light shield to shame.

The two hundred Iron Cavalry Terminators that followed behind and charged in turn protected the Contemptor Dreadnoughts from being destroyed by individual anti-armor weapons. Just a youthful version of the Legion-era infantry-tank coordinated tactics was enough to almost bring the Black Legion, which had fought low-intensity security battles for too many years, to collapse.

Abaddon seemed to have returned to the era of the Great Heresy when millions of Astartes fought in groups. This was war, not a fight. He suddenly understood this, but where was our armored force? He looked at the remains of the dozen or so hell beasts. After so many years, even the Black Legion could not produce many serious dreadnoughts.

Hellbeasts and the like are good enough to fight against armored dreadnoughts, but you still want to mess with the Contemptors? Now there are only four real Chaos Dreadnoughts and three Hellbeasts in front of him. There is only enough for one round of counterattack. When will the support arrive? The electronic interference of the false emperor is getting stronger and stronger. At this moment when the wizards are in a secret meeting to set up the magic circle, he can't even receive any intelligence.

A Terminator along with its heavy cover was evaporated by the melta spear right in front of him. They were even forced to withdraw from the hall. Under the light of the conversion beam, they were defeated all the way and lost all their defensive cover, retreating to the more complex upper deck, at the cost of hundreds of corpses of their fighting brothers.

He now even had no idea what was happening on the battlefield outside the battleship. It was just that the trembling hull of the Doomsday Ship and the clear air raid explosions showed him that the Chaos Alliance was in all kinds of difficulties. There were only garbled communication channels and the Doomsday cannon waves that had not yet arrived... He didn't dare to think about it.

But as the summoning array gradually worked, the Khorne demon army responded to his call, and at least the situation on the Doomsday Omen could be improved. The appearance of hounds, bloodletting vampires, bronze bulls, and many other strange demon creatures did greatly relieve the pressure on the Black Legion.

As mentioned before, never fight a war of attrition on Chaos' territory. Chaos' medium to high-quality land forces are endless and free of charge. The only army that can fight against the Demon Army is often another equally endless army. This is not an enemy that less than two thousand Astartes can fight against. Fortunately, the A Demon Army is not afraid of death.

When they found that there were more demons among the enemies, the Dark Angels' attack became radical. Even though the encirclement was no longer impeccable and gave Abaddon the possibility to teleport away, Corswayn recognized Abaddon. The captain of the Sons of Horus had his own glory. When the Dark Angels shouted "For the Lion, capture Horus alive!" he would never run away!

The decision is OK, it’s easy to get your teeth!

Corswain was wrong. The man in front of him was no longer Abaddon, the Captain of the Sons of Horus, but Abaddon, the Warmaster of Chaos. Just like before, the Black Legion of the Sons of Horus was no longer vulnerable to the Dark Angels. Ten thousand years had changed too many things.

When Abaddon heard the Dark Angels shout "For the Lion, capture Horus alive!", his first reaction was not anger but ridicule. Lion, oh Lion, hasn't he been dead for ten thousand years? Why are you still trying to capture Horus alive? Your father died a long time ago.

He even grinned with a simple mentality of "both of our fathers are dead but you are still unaware and you are playing clown here". But he really didn't run away, because it was finally his advantage period, and thousands of Khorne demon legions relied on unreasonable long-range reduction to slowly and steadily break through the Dark Angel's death line of fire.

Victory was waving to him, how could he escape at this moment? No more Doomsday Omens? No more Planet Killers? Once he had killed all the Dark Angels that had come in, he, the Chaos Warmaster, would be able to capture them all by himself. If he captured this fleet, he would be the real Chaos Warmaster, the greatest power without rivals.

He saw a sword that pierced through the demon legion standing between the two sides and charged back at his face. He knew this sword, a legendary power sword that the Dark Angels of the current 41st millennium called the 'Sword of Corswayn', and his eyes seemed to penetrate the scarlet winged helmet, "Corswayn!"

The man also responded to his roar, and the two-handed sword was fast and steady, even making Abaddon stagger when he swung the sword to block. The force was familiar, but was there something wrong? The second sword skillfully swung away Horus' claws, and a cluster of blood came out of the gap. Abaddon finally realized what was wrong. "You are not old! Impossible!"

A Corswayn who had never aged, the Corswayn who had fought Sevatar and pierced Curze's spine to help the Lion King win! Abaddon was a little panicked. If he had faced this existence that had surpassed the Astartes ten thousand years ago, he would have had no choice but to die. But just because he had become stronger didn't mean he could really win against these monsters.

Just like the old Sigismund, the old monster with blue flames in his eyes who stabbed him with a sword. Can he really win?

Abaddon shouldn't think too much, distracting thoughts will slow down the sword - the third sword will draw the force along the magic sword to the side, and the fourth sword will pierce the heart and cut the accessory lung! The two men fought hand-to-hand for only a moment, and Abaddon could only swallow the blood foam, swing the sharp blade, open the iron claws, and use the two weapons to dance wildly to force Coswayn back to buy himself some time.

The guards beside him also rushed forward, but Coswayen did not retreat!

The fifth sword strike was the heaviest side slash. The Paladin's finely crafted cavalry provided him with far more power than an ordinary Terminator. This sword cut off Fakus Cabot, the first one who rushed over, and chopped off the magic sword that Abaddon had managed to lift up at the moment the guard blocked the sword, sending it flying dozens of meters and sticking it diagonally into the wall, and then cut off another guard.

The fierce wind blew Abaddon's plait, blood splattered on his black and gold armor, and his left arm was deeply cut, but he did not die. The heavy bombs of Horus's Claw shattered Corswein's triple shield at the same time, tearing open his flank, and at this time, the guards of both sides had rushed up, and the two walls of people pressed against each other heavily, and both sides lost sight of each other.

Chapter 43: Exams are over, updates will resume

Abaddon did not fully wake up until he was dragged behind the battle line by his men. The fourth sword of Colswain was too cruel. Not only did he lose his heart and lungs, but he even injured his spine. His counterattack with the fifth sword was almost subconscious and out of his control. Otherwise, with the power of the Claw of Horus, if it hit the upper body, he would be crippled if not killed.

He struggled to get up and injected himself with a powerful potion prepared by Fabius. The side effects of this potion were quite severe, but now was not the time to consider the future. The more the crisis approached, the more sober Abaddon became. He knew that he could not fall down at this moment. The next moment, he raised the Claw of Horus and returned to the battlefield. A cavalryman who failed to dodge was completely crushed on the spot.

Abaddon's return greatly boosted the morale of the Black Legion. He was the Abaddon who would never fall and would never die. "We will return and kill the false emperor!"

With morale boosted, the situation was reversed in an instant - there was nothing else, the morale of Chaos was really just morale, it was the key to the battle line not collapsing, and the Chaos Lords were the ones who maintained their command. Chaos explosion depended on blessings, and the blessings of the Four Gods were only given to those who pleased them.

Even with the support of the Khorne Demon Army, Abaddon's troops only went from being unilaterally beaten to being at a disadvantage. The arrogance of the First Legion was fully demonstrated against this group of poor relatives who had lived off the capital for who knows how many years. The most outrageous thing was that after attacking the upper deck bridge, they even received air support.

Abaddon was so angry that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage - it's not enough to have a firepower advantage on my flagship, you're also calling for air support, right? Damn it, where are the anti-aircraft guns and naval aviation? Help them.

But the Imperial Navy didn't care. Although the void shield of the Doomsday Omen, the Queen of Glory, was still trying to support it, the Chaos flagship, which had been repeatedly fired upon by the Salmin main fleet, was no longer able to intercept the forced breakthrough of the Fury Interceptors and Stormbirds. Under the guidance of the Dark Angels, the Imperial Navy eliminated those heavily guarded key points one by one from the outside.

The ship, which was carefully built on the eve of the Great Crusade, had gone through a long period of war. From the Great Crusade to the Horus Heresy, countless enemies had poured countless ammunition on it, but it had never been as embarrassed as it was today. The Doomsday Omen as the center of the battle line meant that it would be the fortress at the forefront and bear the most intense firepower.

The armor of the ship infected by the evil power of the four gods was peeled off bit by bit by the plasma bombs. The tentacles, eyes, and other strange organizations growing out of the steel were all purified by the blood of Ohm Messiah. Even though the defense supported by the void shield was still resisting the invasion of the ship-borne macro cannons and light spears, the sign of doomsday was collapsing under the saturation attack of more than 50,000 sorties of the Empire's navy.

Even though the Chaos Alliance led by Omen of Doom was steadily collapsing, Salmin still sat on the captain's throne of the Richelieu. The moment of death was the most dangerous, and what he had to do as the battlefield commander was to completely annihilate the fleet without suffering too much loss.

When the command system was cut off again after the Dark Angels boarded the ship, the Alpha Legion, at his request, started a civil war again. He found a good angle and deliberately stabbed with his poisonous sword, cooperating with his hidden Alpha Fleet to completely tear apart the Chaos Alliance's formation, and encircled the Omen of Doom and the Planet Killer.

While Abaddon and his men were desperately resisting the Dark Angels' boarding, there were no elite Black Legion troops guarding the Planet Killer. Perhaps for one or several Chapters, the Planet Killer, which was equipped with thousands of Chaos Astartes and various Daemon Engines, was definitely not a fortress that could be taken in a short period of time.

The problem is that the attack is not launched by a regular regiment. For Salmin, the short-term tactical goal is to stop or destroy the notorious battleship before the planet killer is launched. Once the fire is successful, it will bring him unacceptable losses. Therefore, the main force of the boarding is on the planet killer.

The main force of the Dark Angels, led by Richelieu himself, overwhelmed the Chaos defenses with ease. Even when the Chaos Wizards activated their last trump card, the two Great Unclean Ones, with their demon army emerging from despair, were unable to cause any setbacks to the battle. They were just two random demons whose names could not even be pronounced.

Each of the four companies can easily pull out thousands or tens of thousands of these elite cannon fodder to fill the line. In other words, if the "tariff" from the subspace to the real universe was not too expensive, the terrifying existence that is wreaking havoc in reality might have changed from CSM to many great demons.

Although such cheap cannon fodder is far stronger than ordinary demons, it is still too fragile in front of the Glorious Queen-class ship girl Richelieu, who is a real counterpart to the Primarch. Coupled with the suppression of the Untouchables, after only one encounter and three or two rounds, the spears crushed the bloated and smelly body, and exiled the entire demon army back to where they should be.

The boarding battle on the Planet Killer was going so smoothly that Salmin could even capture the battleship. The boarding troops were slaughtering the garrison on it, and it would not be difficult to completely slaughter them all and capture the Planet Killer in a short period of time. However, Salmin rejected this overly risky proposal after a brief thought.

Salmin has no shortage of warships, it's just a planet killer, he doesn't want to use it to blow up Cadia. Why give Chaos the opportunity to take back the planet killer and destroy Cadia? Direct destruction is the best choice based on his identity and goals. Not only that, he also wants to do it to the extreme, like the good thing in the Gothic War where it was only severely damaged and repaired for a few hundred years, it is impossible to repeat it again.

When the shield covering the Planet Killer suddenly disappeared, destroying a battleship escorting it with just the impact, the outcome of the Battle of Jubal was completely decided in the gorgeous explosion - the surging energy torrent destroyed the main guns at the front of the Planet Killer and engulfed more than a quarter of the Chaos Alliance fleet in motion.

The gorgeous light beam drew a graceful arc of death. Whether it was the void shield or the refined golden dragon bone, everything melted under this incomparable light beam. Finally, the entire main gun at the front of the planet killer turned into a dazzling ball of light, which engulfed her and disintegrated into a micro nebula of heavy nuclear fusion on the spot.

The self-destruction tactic envisioned by Abaddon ultimately backfired on his own head. Even though the various ships had almost lost command and communication, such an obvious change was visible to anyone with eyes. The Chaos Alliance was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the last hope in the mutual attacks turned into the heaviest blow, and the despair of shattered hope was the deepest.

The collapse of the enemy is not necessarily a good thing, at least not now. Ten thousand pigs are much easier to catch than ten thousand people. The Chaos Alliance will not surrender to the Empire, but when they go from being a stubborn turtle in a jar to a rabbit running around, it will greatly distract the pig Salmin's energy.

Wasn't the purpose of Salmin's planning for war to force Chaos to gather the commerce-breaking fleets that harassed the Empire's planets and supply lines in one place for easy annihilation by using the main force in a decisive battle? Even if only a quarter of them escaped, it would have violated his original intention of launching the war.

Chapter 44 Damocles

War is a means, not an end! What Salmin wants is to annihilate the main force of the Chaos Alliance's commerce-breaking fleet in one fell swoop, cut off Chaos's mobile forces in the Dreadshield sector, and force them to gather their main forces to fight Salmin in the Cadian Gate war zone, rather than dividing their forces to harass the entire Eye of Terror.

He wanted to turn the Chaos Fleet into a fleet of existence, just like in the Battle of Jutland. He wanted to fight a war of annihilation, to hurt them thoroughly and scare them! But Chaos was more than 800 miles away, and they dared not go south and herd horses. An early battle was to achieve this effect!

Just as the Chaos Alliance Fleet completely collapsed and broke through recklessly, ignoring all firepower, Salmin's order was passed to every Imperial captain, "Everyone attack, don't let any cruiser escape, and allow ramming if necessary!"

"We are the Shield of Terror, the Shield of the Empire! Warriors of the Imperial Navy, look at the uniforms on your body and the livery of your battleships - we are the absolute honor of the Imperial Navy, the Sunlight Fleet that will always be victorious. Do not let any enemy ship escape. Although the Empire is huge, Terra is behind us!"

The Sunlight Fleet is the most powerful fleet in the Imperial Navy. Theoretically, the fleet of the entire Solar Region can be called the Sunlight Fleet, but often these navies with the most noble platinum paint, the most elite naval officers, and the oldest and most powerful warships are only used to refer specifically to the Solar System Fleet.

When Salmin built the fleet, he always used the paint scheme of the Sunlight Fleet, not only because it looked good, but also because the quality of the non-commissioned officers and equipment of the Sunlight Fleet were the best. Why not take advantage of it if you can get it for free at the same price?

The Sunlight Fleet has the duty it is most proud of - defending Terra. When Salmin gave the order, "Although the Empire is large, Terra is behind us," it was like asking the Imperial Fist to guard the palace again. All the education they received and the past glory of the group were roaring at them, and they must, definitely, and completely win!

"For the glory of Terra and the Sunlight Fleet!" The sonorous battle cry resounded through the world. As the commander, Salmin said so. Just like when the Cadian Blitzkrieg shouted that Cadia would stand firm, all the Cadian Blitzkrieg troops had to charge desperately. The Sunlight Fleet must also fight for their glory at this time. There are things that are more desirable than the living, and there are things that are more detested than the dead. It's nothing more than this.

The more material conditions are lacking, the more such elite soldiers can be trained through strong spiritual education. The glory of the group that has been passed down for thousands of years far outweighs their own life and death. Everyone is the Emperor's currency. When sacrifice can bring greater value, they must be willing to do it!

Question: What can intercept a fleet of warships speeding through the stars at the fastest speed? The answer is collision. Whether it is the Empire or Chaos, the greatest feature of these interstellar mobile fortresses carefully built by the Empire is their durability. Even if the void shield is overloaded, the armor belt is torn, and the keel is destroyed, they can still maintain the general shape of the warship.

Even if the hull is in pieces and the life support system has completely collapsed, the Chaos Astartes can still survive better than the most tenacious cockroach. As long as they are not thrown out of the warship and fall into the void, it is not difficult for them to survive by relying on the wreckage. Then, as long as they push the shattered warship into the subspace and repair it for a few decades, they can be a hero again.

Isn't this a matter of decades later? What does it have to do with the Thirteenth Expedition? Yes, but the decades of repair are decades in the Warp, and time in the Warp is not time at all. As long as the Four Gods are willing, the warship he sank today may have been repaired yesterday.

He had to completely intercept all the battleships of the Chaos Alliance Fleet and turn them into dust in the void. At the same time, this was also to annihilate the enemy's elite army main force in the naval battle as much as possible. Using one's own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses was the easiest way to widen the gap between the two sides. If he wanted to severely damage the Chaos Astartes, which had more than 40,000 people, naval battle was the best solution.

The Richelieu's magnificent hull rammed violently between the Omen of Doom and a severely damaged and burning Chaos Reaver Battleship. This was no longer the time to be sympathetic to minor damage. This was the time to use the advantages that had been accumulated so far to turn into a heavy punch to the fleeing troops who were running for their lives.

The battleships that Salmin had been carefully protecting broke away from the formation one after another, relying on their undamaged void shields to charge into the chaos army. A little-known fact: when both sides of an Imperial warship fire at the same time, its firepower can be roughly doubled.

If someone could raise their perspective to get a bird's eye view of the whole scene at this moment, they would be able to see that the chaotic army that was falling and spreading in all directions like a ball of ink dropped into water was being very obviously pierced and crushed by dozens of platinum flames.

The Damocles-class super battleship showed its absolute dominance in the first battle. Its structure was designed for collision, and its nearly 18,000-meter-long hull, which was much longer than that of an ordinary battleship, made it unstoppable. Even a Chaos Battleship was cut in half because its Void Shield was overloaded.

A real battleship, a city that has been sailing in the void for thousands of years, more than 10 kilometers long and weighing more than 6 billion tons, was torn apart by the power ram along with the blessing of the evil god. Even though the Chaos Battleship tried its best to dodge, the frigate-sized power ram still penetrated at an angle.

Fast and resolute, the Decomposition Field roared and destroyed everything it touched! From the outermost spiked skeleton wrapped with the evil power of Khorne to the twelve-meter-thick composite battleship armor. At this time, most of the Chaos battleships were wailing, and the battleships trembled violently and deviated from their course, smashing three passing DDs into pieces.

But Damocles would not stop there. With the final shrill scream of the blasphemous machine spirit that made one's teeth ache and feel extremely terrified, her entire adamantine capital ship sank into the side of the Chaos battleship under the astronomical thrust. The tearing and ammunition explosion had deprived this unfortunate creature of his last ability to resist.

But that was not enough. What Salmin wanted was completely irreparable ruins. An implosion torpedo with an ultra-short fuse filled every gap in the deepest part of the Chaos battleship with a deadly plasma storm. The violent explosion shattered the last bit of the keel's resistance in an instant. A series of flames swept across every inch of land, and the reactor was detonated and turned into the most terrifying weapon.

The next second when blinding flames gushed out from the huge crack that ran through the Chaos battle line and lit up a small piece of the starry sky, it was hard to tell whether it was a magnificent platinum-colored battleship that sailed out from the flames with glorious majesty, or a warship that disintegrated bit by bit in the reactor explosion, bursting into the surroundings with flames and large amounts of spilled mass. The most dazzling void fireworks were even more deadly.

They drew straight diagonal lines from one corner of the battlefield, showing the most violent beauty wherever they passed, smashing a whole string of escort ships like skewers or smashing Chaos battleships head-on, bringing the most efficient and equal outcome. After the chaotic enemy was unable to support effective barrages and torpedoes, the price of escape was a one-sided massacre.

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Escape is such a gamble. Giving up resistance and devoting all energy to shields and engines, betting your life that you are the luckier or faster one. Chaos Astartes would not do this unless it is absolutely necessary.

But when the flames of the planet killer's explosion illuminated the starry sea, as one, two, and three warships looked north in panic, escape became a consensus, and once the collapse occurred, it was uncontrollable. At this time, their enemy was no longer the Salmin, but each other - when encountering a beast, you don't have to be faster than the beast.

As long as they were faster than their "friends", it would be fine. When the order of the Chaos Alliance, which was originally mixed together, collapsed, this evil path would be fully demonstrated. Compared with the Imperial fleet that had not suffered much damage, the closer and more fragile Chaos warships were obviously a better choice.

From the first treacherous cannonball, it was doomed that only the strongest, cruelest, and luckiest guys could escape from the trap carefully planned by Salmin. But this must not include the "Omen of Doom", a Glorious Queen-class battleship that committed numerous crimes in the previous Horus Heresy and the twelve Black Crusades, and will usher in her final retribution.

As the Richelieu's magnificent hull savagely crashed between the Omen of Doom and a severely damaged and burning Chaos Marauder battleship, her sixteen heavy plasma macrocannon arrays on the side, eight on each side, four on each, a total of thirty-two 203M large tubes, simultaneously shone with bright blue hot light.

A round of extremely close range full gun salvos even painted a small piece of the starry sky with its own color! The void shield of the Predator-class battleship could not resist even a little bit. After only a short delay, the film was as fragile as it looked, boiling in the blue ocean, stained with a hint of purple and ushered in the end.

In less than a blink of an eye, the Predator-class battleship was submerged and sublimated, from the outermost armor to the other side, all turned into ashes! Richelieu did not even use the three super-heavy light spear arrays that were also deployed on the side. The gap between battleships is even greater than the difference between battleships and frigates.

On the other side, the Doomsday Omen of the Queen of Glory was different. Even if the weapons on the upper deck of the Richelieu were all thrown at her, the moment the two sides crossed, Salmin was able to fully launch the firepower of an entire fleet in an instant! The interlaced barrage between the two equally magnificent megastructures was enough to crush any intruder who overestimated his own capabilities.

But all of this, Richelieu's seven spine lance turrets, four spine bombardment turrets, sixteen heavy plasma macrocannon arrays, and three super-heavy lance arrays, only temporarily penetrated the void shield of the Omen of Doom, leaving twelve tear marks hundreds of meters long on her armor that was full of burns and explosion scars.

To truly sink a Queen of Glory ship often requires a whole fleet including the Queen of Glory to concentrate fire for several days. Fortunately, Salmin really has the ability and time to do so. With an armor belt of less than 40 meters, there is no need to fully overload the void shield of the Omen of Doom. A salvo like this only needs three hits to strip thousands of square meters of armor.

On the other hand, the counterattack of Doomsday could only stir up gorgeous but useless waves on Richelieu's void shield, which was twice as effective as the standard Queen of Glory. The only problem was that the distance between the two sides was less than 2,000 kilometers, and the huge abnormal gravitational fluctuations made carrier-based aircraft attacks or boarding trips an absolute act of seeking death.

Of course, it doesn't matter. The main boarding force led by Richelieu is still on the way back. The ship girls are good in every way, but they can't use lightning strikes to teleport, which makes them unable to be used as high-mobility high-level combat forces. In wartime, their performance is more inclined to defensive counterattacks. Even including Salmin, if they want to board, they have to sit on the Storm Bird honestly.

Therefore, the only support that Salmin could provide was to send a team of personal guards, a hundred people of Lerna, through the void shield of Doomsday through lightning strikes. These heavyweight 30k Hydra Supermen in the Glory Guard had already painted their armor with black paint, abandoned all their past honors, and put on white robes to serve as his personal guards.

I believe that such a group of heavyweight fast-strike forces will surely satisfy Lord Abaddon, who ended (started) the Primarch Era. After Lerna, who originally aimed at secrecy, took off his scale armor and all decorations, anyone who came could only say that he was a good team of Death Watch.

After all, a hundred Primarch Guards is a bit too much. Except for Guilliman, even if he personally led the team to board the ship, he would only bring a double-digit Primarch Guard. Of course, the exception is Guilliman who was able to take out 9700 victorious troops from his pants after the Battle of Calth. This level is considered a gross error and should be discarded.

Salmin watched the guards turn into a stream of light in the distance, and remained silent. He didn't like boarding. In his personal opinion, boarding was an impure aspect of naval warfare, and cannons and large ships were the most elegant and pure naval warfare. But he also had to admit that boarding, a naval warfare feature of 40k, was really useful.