Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

If it is useful, we should use it. Boarding opens up another battlefield, which means that the advantages gained in naval battles can only be partially inherited in boarding. In other words, losing a naval battle does not necessarily mean losing. Since warships are people-oriented, losing in boarding is a real loss. It is very bad and impure.

In the major battles of the Warhammer universe, there are always situations where a few soldiers can turn the tide of the battle through a boarding. As a navy, Salmin doesn't like this, so he wants to win not only naval battles, but also boarding battles!

Let's use Abaddon's head as a sacrifice to announce the start of the Thirteenth Black Crusade!

Then let's ask Abaddon what he thinks.

Abaddon:

No, who asked you? Abaddon didn't know. He really didn't know. He didn't even know whose troops were beating him. Didn't I come to ambush the Imperial escort fleet? After healed his wounds and retreated while fighting, Abaddon leaned on the collapsed pillar to take the time to recover his strength and couldn't help asking himself: Where am I? What am I doing?

With the help of the witches and the free wizards, Abaddon finally had some understanding of the war situation again. Although less than three hours had passed since he lost all external information, the war had gone from being on the verge of collapse to the Chaos Alliance already being collapsed, but there were too many bodies that the Empire had not yet buried.

The Glory Queen-class battleship Doomsday Omen, they were beaten by the Dark Angel veterans who appeared out of nowhere, and they were also being hammered by another Glory Queen in the naval battle. It was only a matter of time before they were defeated. But this was actually the best side.

Chapter 46: The Trapped State of Jubal

The planet killer, his trump card that he had placed great hopes on, had already gone with a quarter of his fleet. No, I was counting on you to self-destruct to clear the way for me to escape, but you were offline for a while, and when I went back online three minutes later, all three high grounds were gone.

There are only two battleships left... no, there is only one left now. When the plunderer-class battleship blocked by the Queen of Glory was revealed, there was only one left. Only the relic battleship of the Unsheathed Longsword of Vortigern survived. The cruisers were also hunted down one by one by the Imperial Fleet in an orderly manner. What the hell, Run!

But that being said, he was going to moisten it three hours ago. But until now, he almost got stabbed to death and still didn't moisten it. Now he couldn't imagine how much he could take away. It was a good thing to be thankful that he could escape with his life.

Judging from the current situation, there is no chance for him to arrange the material basis for the teleportation ceremony in the Doomsday Omen. There are not enough sacrifices, venues, and time. Although there are no new fighters to carry out targeted bombing, the density of enemy support firepower has been reduced a lot, but as the salvos of the Queen of Glory tear more and more armor, the entire upper layer is not safe.

They were stuck between the bridge and the upper deck. Only by taking back the upper deck could they be transported through the ritual. Should they jump directly into the warp and gamble that they would not be eaten by those brainless warp creatures? The warp was not just about the four gods and demons. After much thought, the only way out was to take back the upper deck.

"Warmaster——" An old and hoarse voice interrupted Abaddon's thoughts. At this time, the title of "Warmaster" was inexplicably ironic, and Abaddon couldn't help but frown. But the person who spoke to him was his chief witch, the twelfth seat of Azerkareon, one of the founders of the original Inquisition, Moriana.

"My wizard, what do you want to say?" Abaddon's tone was not very polite, but it was already a special treatment. He was struggling to survive. "I hope it's not a damn prophecy anymore."

He thought of the prophecy given by Tzeentch's chief daemon, Carlos the Fateweaver. He would die by Sigismund's sword or perish with the Spirit of Vengeance, but this also meant that at least he would not die here, at the hands of the Dark Angels or a random artillery fire.

He doesn't want this prophecy to be changed today. He dares to gamble his life now because he knows he will not die.

"I see a way out, Warmaster. It's foolproof." The old woman's eyes reflected the light of the Warp, which made Abaddon feel a little disgusted. It's damn foolproof. It was also foolproof when I was invited to participate in this damn ambush!

"Speak!" But he still wanted to ask. This was not only about his own survival, but also the survival of the legions abandoned by the Emperor and his brothers. He was unwilling to escape alone. He vowed to bring the cursed together to return to the false emperor who gave them life, and watch the regret of the false emperor's country falling into the abyss because of him.

"Falling onto the planet!" The voice was not as ethereal as that from the human world, as if some unknown existence had spoken the future through the old woman's mouth.

"Falling on a planet?" Abaddon questioned angrily. What a bullshit. Without the protection of the void shield, they only need one round of extermination order to become a negative example in history. Although Jubal Planet was nearby, it served as a wall, and not many people broke through there.

A starship crashing onto the surface of a planet is a one-time deal. When the Empire has absolute control over the universe, what's the difference between it and the Jedi? No one really thinks that tens of billions of civilians and an ordinary world are more important than thousands of Chaos Astartes, right?

"Yes," the old woman answered affirmatively, as if her mind was read. "It is entirely due to his own mistakes that the moral issues are caused. He will definitely succumb to morality instead of reason."

Abaddon seemed to have heard something ridiculous, "Morality?" Oh, False Emperor, this is really funny, he hasn't heard this word for a long time. And the degree of anthropomorphism of the Empire is not that high, and it can even be concluded that the force that kills the most Imperials is the Human Empire.

"He is different, he doesn't look like an Imperial—" "Enough, stop playing tricks here, Carlos!" Abaddon interrupted the 'old woman's words, "Tell me, who is he? Who am I fighting against!"

Blue smoke slowly flowed out of the old woman's seven orifices, forming a line of round and beautiful characters in the air. At the same time, he heard a faint chuckle coming from the body in front of him. When the laughter disappeared, a sharp voice sounded from his ear. It was that character! In the end, only a chanting was left, and it said, "Hu Ji."

"Huki!" Abaddon's eyes widened as he woke up from his dream. He was leaning against the fallen pillar, trying to recover his strength and think of a solution, and then... he had a dream?

Was it really just a dream? He looked down at the thin feather in his hand that came out of nowhere. This, this was not a dream.

Abaddon pushed himself up and stood up. "Wizard, arrange psychic communication and connect me to Vortigern and other lords who can be contacted. I want to command the battle!"

"I am Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster Ezekyle Abaddon! All warships, move towards the planet Jubal. I will cover the landing with the Omen of Doom! Follow my orders, and I will take you back!"

The wind has changed, this is the first feeling of Salmin. The chaotic Chaos Alliance has regained some order, and the direction of the breakout has suddenly become concentrated. They are slowly advancing towards Jubal. Including Abaddon, everyone is changing their course. What, you want to explode the star?

The chase and killing that ended in Jubal finally came to an end. When the first cruiser broke through Jubal's atmosphere without hesitation and fell into the wilderness, Salmin realized what Chaos was trying to do.

They are making an emergency landing, and the planet and its civilians have become their fortress to protect themselves. If they cannot be stopped, the teleportation ritual will complete the final deployment on the planet, and thousands of Chaos Astartes can leave at their leisure, leaving behind the devastation.

But if he stopped it, the people of Jubal, at least the hive they had forced to land on, would be reduced to charcoal by the firepower of his fleet.

He tried his best to make up for it, and put all the forces except the Alpha Fleet, which could not be exposed, into the final interception. Until the last round of salvos fell into the atmosphere and exploded on the Doomsday Omen falling from the sky, the torn armor fragments turned the plain into hills, this was the limit of what he could do.

The last Chaos battleship was also destroyed, and the only ones that fell safely were the seven cruisers under the cover of the Doomsday Omen, but any subsequent bombardment could involve billions of civilians. This was different from the previous one, this time it was completely a mistake by Salmin, choosing to fight in its own territory, essentially making those people part of the price of victory.

It was profitable to issue an extermination order against this planet, which was why Salmin hesitated. Two thousand Dark Angels and ten billion civilians in exchange for the lives of four thousand Chaos Astartes and Abaddon.

But he is not a real Imperial who ignores civilians, and we cannot just look at the exchange ratio. This time, unlike the Battle of Armageddon, when Salmin wanted to use the nova cannon to burn down the traitor hive that had been lost for a week and had been hit by a round of virus bombs, the Jubal people were innocent. Do some innocent people need to be sacrificed in order to save more people?

But he was no longer fighting as a visiting ally like the Mechanicus in the past. He said that he would save everyone he saw. He never broke his promise.

Chapter 47: Pre-War Speech

Jubal, a mining planet in the Empire, is no different from the hundreds of thousands of mining worlds in the Empire except that it is occasionally plundered by black bean sprouts. As everyone knows, the value of the Empire's mining world will decrease over time. This is a low-value, deserted world.

Salmin and Alpharius chose to start the war here only because the Jubal system has the largest webway gate in the entire Xinchar sector. However, there is also a dark consensus that "even if this place is destroyed in the war, it will not be a major loss."

But if everything is chosen only according to logic, then what is the difference between humans and machines? Life is not a balance, and it is too crazy to be like Emiya Kiritsugu who completely calculates human lives as numbers and can kill one person without hesitation to save two people.

Fortunately, Salmin is strong enough. Almost all disasters are caused by the lack of strength of the person involved. If Salmin was allowed to save the Type-Moon humans, he would never torture himself to collapse like Emiya Kiritsugu did, and finally put all his hopes on a Holy Grail that has never shown miracles. In the final analysis, it is Salmin's strength that gives him more choices.

He is definitely not an ordinary person. He can cut down mountains, burn rivers and boil seas, and live forever... He is just a corner that emerged from the myth, the top combat power in the entire Warhammer universe! He has the capital to face everything and the qualifications to be a little willful. Guns and artillery fire will open up a new future for him.

Salmin looked down at the dim planet below him. The dots of light in the sky were the burning Chaos warships that had fallen. In addition to the seven cruisers and the Doomsday Omen that had landed in the hive, there were also densely packed warships that had lost their combat capabilities but had not had time to completely destroy them.

The flaming star violently tore open the planet's atmosphere. Fortunately, the air in the mining world itself is toxic and harmful, so the hive's self-sufficiency is still good, and it is no problem to hold on for a few months. It can only be said that it is fortunate that the Blackstone Fortress did not fall, and the Blackstone Obelisk did not fall. The earth-shattering star is too outrageous.

This kind of forced landing without regard for any losses is simply unstoppable. It takes only half an hour from entering the atmosphere to the non-bombing zone. It is impossible to remove the secondary damage capability of the battleships that are so fragile in this time. Although it is not the same life as the whole world, the surviving warriors or demonic creations on these Chaos battleships can easily turn this place into hell.

Salmin would never allow such a tragedy to happen to him. As it happens, he has the right to choose. A right of choice based on strength, which is precious in this super cesspool!

How can you clean up the world if you can't even clean up your own house? If he can't even protect the civilians of a city from the remnants of the army, there is no need for him to quell the 13th Black Crusade and save the last chance of human survival before the return of the Primarch. He can just find a rock and kill himself. "I will protect the sacred right of the Jubal people to survive. It is not only based on humanitarianism to protect civilians, but also to fulfill my oath to fight."

He opened the communication channel and announced the next instructions to all soldiers.

"Cheer up! We have won. The huge fleets of the Great Predator have dissipated like sand before our gunfire and warplanes. From Skarus, Skerus, Simchar to Agrippina, the safety of hundreds of imperial worlds has been guaranteed. The names of each of us will be engraved on the eternal monument."

"This is the first step in our great crusade. The Battle of Jubal will be the greatest victory of mankind against these hateful traitors since the Gothic War. This is our common honor. The Empire will never forget heroes. I want you to hold your heads high and be proud of this great victory and this immortal feat."

He paused for a moment, waiting for the cheers and praises to the Emperor or Om Messiah or the God of All Machines in the fleet to subside. At this moment, the fleet was still approaching the orbit of the planet, and preparations for landing needed to be made in advance. Salmin couldn't just sink the battleship like Chaos did.

As for the transport planes of the Navy, it was a joke. Even the fastest Stormbird was not even one tenth as fast as the cruise speed of the battleship. Instead of chasing the aircraft of the Navy, it would be better to wait for the battleship to change its orbit twice and enter the low orbit, and then launch an airdrop capsule to directly hit the surface within ten minutes. However, the heavy firepower can only be matched by the short legs of the Stormbird.

When everyone had vented their anger and the fleet entered a high orbit and began to change course, Salmin spoke again to interrupt the last of the noise. When his voice sounded again in the communication channel, the entire fleet fell silent. His successive victories had accumulated superhuman authority for him, and the Empire just happened to admire this kind of strongman politics the most.

"Citizens! Sailors and soldiers! Please be quiet and listen to me. The fleet of the Great Despoiler Abaddon has been annihilated by us. The infamous planet killer and eleven battleships, twenty-two heavy cruisers, forty-nine strike cruisers and more than seven hundred warships of various types have been purified under the glory of the Emperor."

"We also paid the price of four battleships, eleven battlecruisers and seventy-four warships, and millions of navy and army casualties. They have returned to the Golden Throne for their respectable sacrifices, but it is not over yet - the Great Plunderer has not paid the price for his atrocities over the past ten thousand years!"

"Abaddon and his last remnants have defiled the world before us, and before his death he tortured the defenseless followers of the God-Emperor with his damned blasphemous sorcery." He emphasized again, "Before us, this group of cowardly, fleeing cowards, clowns who only dare to fire at civilians!"

"We are the Shield of Terror, the Shield of the Empire! What shall we do now? Tell me, warriors!"

There were no human crew members on the Richelieu, and Salmin could not hear what the crew members were saying, but the sound waves and war cries faintly coming from the communication channel had already explained everything. The first effort was strong, the second was weak, and the third was exhausted. If we don't fight now, when will we fight?

"Blood debt must be paid with blood! For the Emperor, follow me to kill the enemy!" The armor slowly covered her body. If the true god did not come out, she would be the one destined to win. How could the commander not win if he went first?

When hundreds of airdrop pods from dozens of battleships fell from the sky, Salmin personally led Roan and more than 4,000 Astartes to launch the first round of planetary assaults. It was only twelve minutes before the Chaos fleet landed. Not to mention the arrangement ceremony, they couldn't even capture the hive city.

You know, there are not only Abaddon and Chaos Astartes in the Omen of Doom. Before he fell to the planet, he did not clear out the nearly two thousand Dark Angels and the one hundred Hydra Primarch Guards who were subsequently teleported. Therefore, Abaddon's current situation is very bad.

As we all know, Abaddon has not ascended to a demon, he is just a stronger Astartes with the blessing of Chaos and many treasures. And now he is facing the 100th master of stealth warfare armed with explosive cannons and power weapons. Both the explosive and the claws of Horus are fatal to the Astartes.

Chapter 48: Amazing Wisdom

The main point of the second-by-second game was to destroy as soon as you found it. When the fatal explosion that was quietly shot at Abaddon was blocked by the strange and unfamiliar psychic energy less than an inch in front of him, he realized belatedly that he was almost assassinated. The next moment, Lerna, who dodged the subsequent firepower coverage, was enveloped by the bone-eroding ghost flame.

Another figure emerged from the corner, his voice was sharp and piercing with a hint of laughter and sarcasm, "Warmaster~you must be careful of the poison arrows shot from the dark or the sharp blades stabbed from the back." The tone was so strange that Abaddon couldn't help but wonder if he had foreseen something while he was furious.

Because of the identity of the visitor, his every word is worth pondering - the chief demon of Tzeentch, Carlos the Fateweaver, is here!

Abaddon was not too surprised, Carlos had always been there, he just knew it and accepted it. And it just so happened that he was in prison and urgently needed such a strong foreign aid. As long as Carlos was willing to take action, he could take them all away without any complicated ceremony.

"Oh, my respected Fateweaver Carlos, my friend, it must be the grace of the Lord of Change that summoned you here. As you can see, I was ambushed by the minions of the shameless and cursed, and I need your help." Abaddon's expression was extremely sincere. He added, "I swear in the name of the Chaos Warmaster that I will present the most exciting drama for the Lord of Change."

Carlos smiled even more, "Right now."

"Clam?"

"I say, Warmaster, you can now present the most wonderful drama for the Lord of Change, and witness the birth of the new Everchosen with me. Feel honored. This is the permission granted by Saint Tzeentch."

Abaddon was keenly aware that he might have fallen into the conspiracy of these damned birdmen from the beginning, from the moment he agreed to go to Jubal, but he had no choice. He praised Saint Tzeentch's generosity as if he knew nothing, and announced to all his followers that the Chief Demon would fight alongside them to boost morale.

He secretly vowed to take revenge on these Chaos beasts who treated him and his brothers as toys for fun, but now he had to endure the humiliation and at least wait until he fulfilled his oath and brought the brothers who broke out with him back home before he could settle everything.

Then, there is nothing else. Carlos is not the Scourge or Angras. It is a bit unprofessional for him to kill 2,000 Dark Angels in person. This is not enough for Tzeentch. Even if Carlos comes in person, the remnant of Chaos will have to run away first. After setting up the ritual to pull out the Tzeentch army, they can fight back.

The only good news was that with the help of the Tzeentch, they were able to run faster. Thousands of Chaos Astartes were rescued from the wreckage of the fallen warships, and in just twenty minutes Abaddon had gathered more than five thousand Chaos Astartes in the ruins of the hive city.

Although there are less than 4,500 people with normal combat capabilities, Chaos cannot be predicted by common sense. "Fight to support fighting, fight according to the enemy" is really the best description of Chaos Raiders. With the blessing of the wizard and Carlos, as long as there are enough souls and extreme emotions, it will be easy to heal or replenish the demon forces.

As long as there is enough time, it may not be impossible to counterattack, but Salmin is not stupid. After he decided to land to fight, he must get there as quickly as possible, traveling light and simply. He gathered all the Astartes that were originally scattered in various main battleships, and the landing capsules once again filled the sky of this remote planet.

This was the first time she had seen such a lively scene. Apart from the Titans, Jubal had gathered the troops for an Apocalypse-class battle in almost an hour. More than 11,000 Astartes would fight to the death in the hive and the wreckage of the warships. Just outside the planet, the wreckage of more than 800 warships was converging towards the star ring under the influence of gravity!

The main force of the star field in the orbit of the Empire warships considered the firepower that could destroy the world in an instant, and sprinkled the light of the plasma macro cannon on the wreckage of the Chaos warships that could be attacked. Then there was a storm composed of tens of thousands of fleets, almost blocking the sun and interfering with the climate. They would wipe out all enemies that stayed on the surface of the planet.

The first to arrive were naturally the airdrop pods. After Salmin became rich, he no longer used those fear claws that could cause misunderstandings. At this time, the standard Imperial airdrop pods that could drop twelve Astartes at a time flew across the sky. The role of the first round of landings almost determined how many civilians he could rescue, and Salmin, as the commander and the strongest, was naturally among them.

Just when the situation was going well and the imperial army was about to descend to wipe out the rebellion, a layer of strange fog suddenly appeared in the sky, almost covering half of the hive's spires. How could Carlos, the great demon of Tzeentch, allow the Empire's airdrop pods to enter the hinterland without any hindrance? Such a deep attack would really be fatal.

These corrosive fogs filled with the evil power of Tzeentch can corrode thick metals in an instant, and even the Astartes airdrop capsules will have a certain chance of disintegrating in the air. Of course, if this is the only effect, it is not worthy of Carlos's careful preparation.

Apart from the anti-aircraft positions that continued to fire unilaterally according to the expected airborne route under the cover of the thick fog, the thick fog itself was his trump card for psychological warfare - the corrosiveness was only an accessory to penetrate the Astartes power armor, and once inhaled by someone, he could use a ritual to forcibly control the body of the infected person.

Although the energy consumption is very high, it doesn't matter if the effect is not very good because both the boss and the sucker are killed. What he is worried about is not the casualties caused by the controlled Astartes, but the fact that Salmin will be forced to order the killing of the Astartes who fight with him in order to save mere mortals.

Quack, such an exciting scene seemed to be playing right before his eyes, making this super strong man who could easily kill him sink under his amazing wisdom.

The thought of such an existence would make her mentality explode under his ingenious plan. Then step by step, she would be lured into the Sanctuary of Tzeentch, a place that could not be found by any means of detection, and trained from a loyal subordinate of the Corpse King to an agent of the will of Saint Tzeentch - he was so excited that he even wanted to pull out his teeth!

He rubbed the staff that had swelled and hardened due to the excessive flow of spiritual energy, and rehearsed in his mind the connection and transition of each link, the consequences of each combination of words, until he had seen 3 changes and sorted out all the threads of fate without any mistakes, and then he began the final countdown in excitement. "——"

Chapter 49 Chaos in the Nest City

“Boom!!!!” In a thousandth of a second, the shadow shattered the corrosive fog that he had carefully arranged and that took a month and a half to take effect in this shitty place. Then, the broken clouds and storm, with the smell of metal and gunpowder, slammed heavily into the gorgeous ruins of the hive top nest, and also into his heart…

"Quack, you can't, you can't do this!" Carlos stared at the sky in a daze under the protection of the psychic shield, "I haven't even finished counting the seconds? My perfect plan, it's over before it even began?" I was still thinking about making a billion copies of this video and spreading them throughout the subspace.

Of course, how could Salmin be defeated so easily? She was not Guilliman. The moment she sensed the sudden thick fog, she gave a solution. If it was thick fog, wouldn't it be fine if it was blown away?

She has a ship suit, but she didn't use it before because it was a close combat duel. In that level of battle, a Titan-class mechanical dragon would be a burden. But at this moment, Salmin needed to use its majestic body to show its power. Without saying a word, the roaring dragon appeared below as soon as Salmin thought!

With a steel body over 100 meters long and a wingspan of over 600 meters, the divine machine, which exudes its essence as a war machine, accelerated to a speed exceeding that of the airdrop pod in an instant. In the atmosphere, few vehicles except the Eldar fighters can reach this speed, but today a Titan did it.

A Titan that was even larger than the Emperor-class Titan tore open the sky at an incredible speed, bringing with it a storm and a shock wave visible to the naked eye, shattering everything in front of it. Such a freakish scene made it difficult for Carlos, who had planned everything, to hold his breath. Where the hell did this flying Titan come from?

Even all his carefully arranged back-up plans were kicked away by the abnormally powerful void shield, including the deployed anti-aircraft firepower and all the ambushes except him, which were turned into broken corpses. He got one thing wrong, Salmin didn't care about the lives of those so-called imperial nobles in Dingchao.

The so-called innocent people of the Empire that Salmin wanted to save mainly refer to the working class living in the Middle Nest. The Empire was so shitty that it came up with a nobleman who was worth saving from his point of view... It can only be said that there is still a lot of room for improvement. After he knew that there was an ambush below, he did not hesitate to play the game of descending operations and quality war.

Carlos didn't dare to say anything like "It's just a Titan, watch me push it back!" When the Titan flapped its wings and slowed down and smashed into the hive, the landing was a foregone conclusion. The airborne Titan opened up a safe path for the advance team led by Salmin, and also filled in the final puzzle for the Apocalypse-level battle.

No matter what kind of superhuman, they are not real superhumans. They are too fragile in the face of absolute mass and speed. All evils are buried under the ruins by Titan. When Salmin walked out of the airdrop cabin and his feet touched the solid steel ground again, the wind brought a message to Lenta.

The unique smell of blood and gunpowder pointed him in the direction. She was surprised that there was still resistance on the upper level. According to her estimation, Abaddon's military strength could be maintained at least at 3000 people. With the inclusion of demons, Chaos followers, and profane servitors, it was likely to exceed .

On the other hand, the hive garrison was nothing more than some infiltrated Astra Militarum troops acting as private armies of the nobles plus less than one million of the most basic PDFs. It was not that she looked down on the PDFs, but it was really too weird that they could resist Brother Dun for half an hour while still maintaining such a large-scale artillery and an organized armored force.

Are Abaddon's Obliterators, Hellbeasts, Chaos Dreadnoughts, and Daemon Engines just for show? What about the armored forces of the Chaos Followers?

Yes, where did it go? Abaddon was also very distressed. The mobile heavy firepower unit under his direct command was almost wiped out in the brutal meat grinder war with the Dark Angels Legion. He only had seven Chaos Dreadnoughts left. These were the Legion's relics that would be lost forever. The rest could only barely make up twenty-four Hellbeasts and three Dreadnoughts.

As for the followers of Chaos, their situation was even worse. The first thing destroyed in the Battle of Salmine was the Chaos transport fleet. That ungentlemanly behavior directly blew up all the Chaos fleet's material reserves and heavy armor into a flash in the universe.

An entire rebel Titan legion, including the Legio Infernus and its two escort knight families, did not even set foot on the planet. Only a few debris were left floating in the light spears and torpedoes, with only inscriptions and flag fragments on them telling of their past glory and sins.

Apart from his own financial difficulties, what annoyed him the most was, how come the Dark Angels were everywhere? I gave you my ship, and you rushed hundreds of miles, and you still organized a defense in front of me and stopped me? What the hell is this? I won't fight anymore, okay?

Abaddon knew exactly what he was going to do. He wanted to gather the sacrifices as quickly as possible, and it would be best if he could arrange the ritual and teleport away before the Imperial troops found out, leaving behind a demon planet that was sacrificed to Tzeentch and turned into a demon domain as a gift to the shitty commander on the other side. They didn't need, and shouldn't, fight such a useless war.

Hearing the faint war cry of "For the Lion!", Abaddon just spat, left a small number of his subordinates and some Chaos Followers troops behind, and bypassed the area where the Dark Angels were helping to defend. He didn't even know which faction of Dark Angels was ahead, or how many people there were.

In fact, this group of Dark Angels is not Salmin's subordinates at all, but a group of real fallen angels, a member of the Osmadir Alliance (from Gothic Fleet 2, not the official history), a secret alliance with a regiment size and corresponding fleet. But as long as Abaddon wants, he can still destroy this detachment in an instant.

Unfortunately, the wound that Abaddon had just healed from being stabbed by Corswayn was still aching, and Carlos had disappeared. Abaddon had no intention of fighting at this time. This led to the sound of the Imperial Guard's heavy artillery firing, which immediately pointed the way forward for Salmin. Abaddon would regret this, and soon.

Because Salmin had seen the intersection of the two fronts, the Imperial Guards who relied on the broken defense line to defend with difficulty and the Inquisition Stormtroopers and Dark Angels. The wreckage of more than a dozen Leman Russ and Chimera was used to strengthen the bunker, and there were only seven tanks and armored vehicles still firing.

The figures of Tzeentch demons can be seen almost everywhere, and the strange ghost fires are burning the flesh and spirits of mortals. Only the firm belief in the God-Emperor and the heroic posture of the Angel of Death are tenaciously supporting them! Blood has already soaked every inch of the battlefield. The human body structure even raises this small battlefield by more than ten centimeters.

Chapter 50: Fall