Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

What an insult and denial! Everything the Emperor and everyone else had fought for was completely denied. This was not the Empire! What was even more desperate was that he didn't even know how to correct it. The Empire was sick, he knew it, but how to cure it? The Empire, or humanity, still existed as a whole now thanks to the state religion.

How ironic, the most god-hating emperor sits there like a harmless statue. But it is this most despicable, disgusting, damned Lorgar-like imperial state religion that holds the broken empire together through human belief in the emperor. The empire cannot do without the state religion, because only the god-emperor is the only consensus left for the human group.

It was sad and ridiculous. Unless the human empire was overthrown and rebuilt, or there was another galactic civil war, the human empire would only get worse. When he realized this hopeless fact, he began to give up completely and go with the flow. The only thing that could keep him alive was the glory of the wind-wing warriors of the First Legion.

He tried his best to gather all the brothers who were caught in the warp storm and do the last thing they could do - find the Lion King. The Lion King was just missing. He was probably just like them, caught in that inexplicable warp storm. As long as the Lion King returned, everything would be fine.

And all these sufferings seemed to have come to an end today. In the four hundred years since he came to Ten Thousand Years, he had never seen so many Dark Angels gather here. On the way to the assembly point requested in the communicator, he saw more than a dozen organized Dark Angel companies - thousands of Dark Angels fighting in a nest city!

In the starry sky above, a huge Imperial Navy fleet with the Queen of Glory-class battleship as its flagship was rising. It was they who destroyed most of the ships of the Chaos main fleet in just three days of naval battle, without them even having a chance to lend a helping hand.

Closer was a formation of fighter planes that also covered the sky, from the nostalgic Stormbirds to the ordinary Furies and Starhawks. This force really was like a fantasy of the past that had walked out of their memories. He pulled the trigger casually, and the light of plasma melted a blue demon into a pool of ashes - this was by no means an illusion.

What he found most incredible was that this Dark Angels unit was saving people. For the Astartes in the 40th millennium, only a few were willing to contact mortals, and those who were willing to rescue mortals, even fighting for honor and choosing the latter, was almost impossible.

This is determined by the growth environment and social consensus. Most of the Astartes in the 30th millennium are more human than the Astartes monks in the th millennium. They fight for the beauty they have actually seen and for the new golden age of mankind that the Emperor has portrayed and shown to them.

Familiar appearance, familiar battle cry, familiar name, he really couldn't tell them apart. But he knew this would be the closest time for him to find the lion king, the most precious opportunity he could not give up, even if there was a trick, he had to go.

On the other side, Salmin, who was efficiently clearing almost all the demons and chaos creatures on the route, received a call from the Supreme Commander of the Dark Angels, Koswayn. "Huh? What do you mean the Dark Angels team I called wants to enter Assembly Point No. 3?"

She wondered if she had killed too many people and her brain was overloaded, so why couldn't she understand what was being said. But she was very generous in delegating power. The battlefield command of the Dark Angels was in the hands of Corswayn, so where would she get extra Dark Angels? Hiss, no way.

She discovered a bright spot. It seemed that she really didn't have the strange feeling of facing her own Astartes at that time. Thinking about it carefully, the group of Dark Angels didn't even trust her. It was just that she always assumed that the black and white Dark Angels were her own people. In addition, she was busy looking for Abaddon at that time...

It's really her fault, so it's really a fallen angel? Can't you hide better? The Unforgiven are not as blind as me. But now that things have come to this, let's keep it for now, the Lion King will be back soon. She even has her own plan for the Lion King's return. If it succeeds, the first one will not be Old Thirteen.

"Assign them to the defense force first and treat them normally, but don't let them perform any high-risk missions. The Osmadil Alliance? I remember that they have a battleship and seven strike cruisers. They seem to be quite powerful. We can reveal some information about the Lion King to them."

She only knew that the Lion King was lying dead in the Stone Fortress, but where was the Stone Fortress? She really didn't know. The Dark Angels kept a very good secret, and even the Alpha Legion had no way to find it. But the Fallen Angels might really have the ability to find the Stone. It was just an idle move, insignificant.

It would be fine to wait for Guilliman to return and let him tell the Dark Angels the location of the Lion King. I believe the Dark Angels will not listen by then, but Lion would have to make some sacrifices in terms of his face.

Chapter 55: The Great Star Region of the Shield of Fear

These matters were left to Corswayn, who had more urgent matters to attend to. The destruction of the ritual was indeed important, but the hive was too large, and the two rituals were separated by thousands of kilometers, which was definitely not a workload that could be completed in a short period of time. Destroying it was so troublesome, let alone setting it up?

There is no doubt that this is a trap that Carlos had already set up. Those smaller portals were newly arranged by Abaddon. She must deal with it with a more cautious attitude. If it weren't for the Great Secret Keeper's betrayal, she might have really fallen into the gutter this time. It is too dangerous, so it must die!

Carlos's threat far exceeds that of Abaddon. Abaddon, whose strategic deployment is unilaterally transparent, is not a threat at all, but Carlos is different. He can really make her make mistakes. This is no longer Jubal's problem. As long as Carlos is alive, Salmin's entire Shield of Terror strategy will be threatened.

But she couldn't make mistakes. Thanks to the Empire, she had no room for error. For the Four Gods, the opening of the Great Rift was a mixed blessing. They were more of a nonchalant person, treating it as a game. But for her and the Human Empire, it was a matter of life and death. After the Great Rift opened, the Human Empire was already a corpse.

This is stating a fact. Why is it that after the Great Rift opened, the human Empire received several waves of reinforcements, but no one said that it was not dark, deep and cruel enough? Because, no matter how many ginsengs are used to hang on a corpse, it is useless. When 2/5 of the huge volume that the human empire relies on for survival is transformed into the war potential of Chaos and aliens, there is no future to speak of.

Abaddon really used his weak body (compared to Horus, he dealt the Imperium a heavy blow second only to the Horus Heresy), dragging the giant, who had been dead for 10,000 years, into the abyss. It can be said that he is worthy of the name of Chaos Warmaster, but it is a bit embarrassing to say that he is invincible.

When the opponent changed to Carlos, who was at a higher level, Salmin had to rebuild the original defense against Abaddon. Although she knew she couldn't beat Carlos and the only way out was to physically ban him, considering the success rate, she decided to rebuild the defense first.

At this time, the situation in the Dreadshield sector has improved a lot. Scarus, which was the first to be liberated in the northwest, can now provide sufficient and stable supplies and trade routes for Cadian, Medusa, and Scelus.

The southwestern Chinchare sector was freed from the high pressure of the Chaos army after the Battle of Jubal, but there is still no main fleet to undertake the defense work here. The Imperial Navy sector fleet in the Chinchare sector plus two rapid reaction fleets can only be considered strong.

This arrangement is purely due to positioning - high EQ: Xinchar sector is an important mining star region of the Shield of Fear; low EQ: low-profile Outer Mongolia. Agrippina (middle) has plenty of mines, and it is your honor to buy your low-quality raw ores. Skerus (Russia) is even more, 'How about I give you some mines? '

The reason why it is low-profile is that the most disadvantageous thing is that the Xinchar Sector borders the Eye of Terror. A "precious" stable subspace channel connects Eidolon and the Xinchar Sector. Ordinary cargo ships can also pass between the two, which makes it easier to plunder.

Fortunately, even Chaos is unwilling to fight the Mining World. Those who want population can attack the Hive World. Those who want to vent can go to the Garden World or the Shrine World. And those who want equipment have to go to the Forge World or the Industrial Hive. The Mining World is poor and difficult to fight, so you only need to focus on escort.

There was no movement on the Sentinel World at the border, and those Necrons seemed to be still asleep. In this case, Salmin didn't want to go there, as Necrons still had some PTSD about biotransformation. She was waiting for the Silent King, and if it was this guy, the success rate would be higher.

As for Belis Corona in the southeast, although Essex had successfully seized power with the White Eagle battle fleet and the Imperial Guards, she may not have let go, and killed not enough people or not hard enough, so it has not been completely unified until now. The plan to recover Nemesis, which was suspended due to heresy and corruption, is still just a plan.

Salmin had no way to deal with this. Command from the rear that was too far away might interfere with the judgment of the generals at the front. The masters of micro-manipulation would never have a good ending. All she could do was believe it.

Belia IV in the northeast is also a star zone of little value, but there is a well-known artifact in the Warhammer universe on the planet Belia IV - the fourth of the Crone's Swords [Sword of Ten Thousand Souls]. Therefore, the last fleet of Salmin, the Alpha Fleet led by Saratoga will be responsible for retaking Belia IV and seizing the Sword of Ten Thousand Souls.

Salmin's current transportation line mainly relies on the Eldar's webway, and she must have a bargaining chip that can check and balance these arrogant and unspeakable Eldar. For them, the ownership of the Sword of Ten Thousand Souls is even more important than the use of the webway by monkeys. They rely on this to stabilize the Ark Eldar and the Death Army.

As for the Dark Eldar being able to close the Webway Gate? The Death Army still had to give face, even if they didn't, it was a matter between the Eldar, there was no such thing as Eldar not fighting Eldar. It was better to say that the two sides were almost enemies because of the ideological dispute, and whether they could use spirits to control spirits depended on her operation.

Finally, apart from Cadia in the center, only Agrippina is left. This is the traditional territory of the Mechanicus, where the belief in Om Messiah or the God of Machines is widely spread. It was also the most important imperial heavy industrial base in the former Dread Shield sector, where countless steels were forged in flames.

According to the sacred Olympia Accords, all types of weapons, from the most basic laser rifles and bulletproof armor to super-heavy tanks and heavy artillery, will be transported to every corner of the Shield of Terror. The steel of the Mechanicus and the flesh and blood of the Astra Militarum jointly build this eternal fortress that will never fall.

The Cadia Gate had stood for thousands of years since the First Black Crusade, without a single failure, and Agrippina was largely responsible for this. But now, like Nemesistra, Agrippina was the only sector to lose contact.

Star language disappeared overnight, but the most traditional messengers were not affected. They relied on multiple starships to transport information in short distances. Salmin also knew who the enemy was - a tentacle of the Leviathan Hive Fleet. It was their arrival that cut off the communication of the star sector and caused chaos on the Agrippina battlefield.

Mainly composed of the Zerg Fleet, Agrippina has now become the most classic Warhammer melee battlefield, with two fleets of the Black Legion, the remnants of the Plague Fleet, the Chaos Dimension Blacksmiths and Black Oilers who took advantage of the fire to loot, various heretics, Chaos worshippers, pirates, Ark Eldar pirates, and even traces of Orcs.

What is most worrying is the exhaustion caused by the lack of numbers of the imperial forces. The Agrippina fleet only has one Retribution-class battleship, one Tyrant-class cruiser, one Moon-class cruiser, three Diligence-class light cruisers, 1 Sword-class escort ships, and 1 Cobra-class destroyers.

Even with the support of Beliscorona, a Retribution-class battleship and two Overlord-class cruisers, as a sector-level fleet, it is really a bit chilling. If you don't count the fleet of the oil man, it's a bit too tight.

The support sent by Salmin was all Astartes troops, three Grand Companies of Space Wolves, one company each of Blood Angels and Dark Angels, which together amounted to a single Reborn Chapter. Moreover, each of these three Chapters was more powerful than the other. On the surface, Space Wolves had three Grand Companies, but in fact the 13th Company was also there. When you see a Space Wolves, remember to say you didn't see it.

The Dark Angels came here to find the Fallen Angels. They are not here to fight. They are really madmen, so it is best to stay away from them. The Blood Angels' three companies have a slightly higher blood thirst rate. Flesh Tearers Chapter Leader Seth also stuffed a Son of Sanguinius (Shipgirl) in. In general, it is not recommended for commanders with less than one life to use it.

Chapter 56: Agrippina

——Speyer hasn’t been doing well lately.

But it has nothing to do with these Astartes Chapters. For him, it is not difficult to properly command an Astartes fleet or force and naturally draw close to them after victory. You know, personal friendship and personal charm are important parts of the traditional power system of the Empire.

The strength of these three initial groups is worthy of their honor and reputation. Although they are a bit too secretive, in Speyer's opinion, the Astartes are positioned as special forces, and there are many insects in the Empire, so it is better to be cautious. At least it is better than the White Archon who needs his help to cover up.

The descendants of His Highness Robert Guilliman, who wrote the sacred Codex Astartes, openly violated the Codex—they were co-led by two Chapter Masters and had interfered in the internal affairs of the Empire many times. These were all minor matters, but Agrippina had been particularly busy with Inquisitors recently, as if all the Inquisitors nearby had gathered here.

For the radical Inquisitors, any violation of the Astartes was a big deal, so Spyr had to resolve these disputes in a mortal way and retain a little more strength at this critical moment. He used his prestige and life of annihilating the Plague Fleet to guarantee the White Archon.

Although this move made his reputation in the Astartes Chapter reach respect, he hoped that the White Archon could keep his little secrets well, as the judges outside were too rude. Or he could be like these three founding chapters, pure and upright.

These were just minor matters. If they really went off, he would be the only one who would die. What really troubled him was Agrippina, who was a bunch of loose sand, and a bunch of loose sand mixed with poison.

Chaos, too much chaos. Not only were the enemies numerous and diverse, but what was even more frustrating was that the Empire's camp was even more scattered than the enemy - he was only nominally the acting commander of a combined fleet, and even before commanding a battle, he would have to argue for several days, let alone make any major deployments.

An admiral is too inconspicuous here. Dozens of inquisitors gathered together and wantonly killed the imperial generals or planetary governors who defected to each other. In just one month, the commanders of the imperial army have been replaced four times, and the number of inquisitors has dropped from twenty or thirty to a dozen now.

The direct casualties caused by the Inquisition Shadow War even exceeded the impact caused by the Orcs and the remnants of the Plague Fleet, and the indirect impact led to the complete collapse of the entire Agrippina war situation! All he could do was to maintain neutrality and barely save his life.

It was already his limit to protect the Astartes Chapter, which was already outside the imperial political situation. In fact, he was able to stay safe until now thanks to his support for the White Archons and the mutual protection between the Astartes. His existence became difficult to deal with because of the increase in the Astartes Chapter.

But others were not so lucky, and the Empire's initial advantage on the front was defeated one after another. The first thing the new commander did when he was airborne was to force his troops to attack - because they came with a mission that would determine their life and death, victory or death.

The result was that billions of imperial troops were forced to attack important enemy fortresses without any basis for their orders - simply because capturing such important areas was a big plus.

Today, the Empire's control area only includes two forge worlds and four surrounding star systems. Half of the star region and nearly 100 billion humans have fallen into the hands of the enemy. Agrippina, a star region that has stood for thousands of years and has been tempered by iron and fire, is on the verge of destruction.

In the background of the chaos of the Inquisitors, even the Empire's insects were so harmless. Spyr really didn't know how to solve this situation. "Emperor, if you really protect me and let me escape from the torrent of the warp, then I will pray that you will once again grant me all wisdom and guide me with the glory of the throne."

He did not desire any guidance, but at this moment he was keenly aware that something seemed to have happened. The wind was blowing. In this room that was supposed to be sealed, the breeze blew the ill-fitting admiral coat he was wearing, and the light shining through the holes made him instantly discover something unusual.

Before he drew his gun, he saw the figure in front of him—an Astartes in a robe. There was no sign of corruption or odor, but that was not enough to make him relax his vigilance. Spyr stood up and moved his hand from the gun handle to the power sword. Drawing the sword at this distance would at least make his death more suspenseful.

It was a warrior wrapped in sea blue and silver. Although covered by a robe, Spier still recognized the armor. It was Mark IV Power Armor, the best power armor model in the Empire. The regiment emblem on the shoulder armor was covered by the robe, but there were two "X"s interlaced on the calf. Which regiment was this?

Judging from the color, is it the Star Dragon? The Emperor's Spear? Is the symbol the Guardian of the Covenant? The Emperor's Warbringer?

Spier thought about it carefully. The number and symbols of the Empire's regiments were too... obscure. For him, being able to recognize the nine founding regiments was already good enough. Although the color scheme looked like the U Tuanzi regiment, it would be too embarrassing to recognize it wrong, so he didn't dare to say more.

This caution saved him. It would have been absurd to mistake Alpharius, a son of Hydra who shared a name with the Primarch, for the son of Guilliman.

The giant spoke first, and Spire realized that he was even taller than most Astartes, almost eight feet tall. "Lord-admiral Bastille Spire, my master has sent you the gift you need most at this time, and all you have to do is to defend Agrippina."

"Including your appointment as the Acting Governor of the Agrippina Sector, the Grand Marshal of the Agrippina Star Army Sector, as well as four battleships and fourteen escort squadrons. Of course, it is enough to prove that all this is not a lie and has been used to 'convince' those who still don't understand."

Although he couldn't see the face of the giant in front of him, Spyr felt that he seemed to be smiling when he said "convince", which must not be a regular measure. "So, my answer can only be "yes" or "OK"? "

"Of course not. In fact, I am only responsible for notifying or inviting you. No matter how many questions you have, they will no longer exist after you see those pretentious guys. Please believe this. As for me, our role is only to ensure your safety on this trip."

The giant gave a tactful answer, "Yes." Therefore, Spyr's choice was, "Okay!" Even if he was involved in some strange incident, it was better than being unable to do anything and waiting for defeat like he was now.

Chapter 57: Saint Spyr

Until he saw the corpses scattered all over the command center and the majestic golden-armored warriors standing in the middle, the most bizarre thing he imagined was not even one ten-thousandth of what he saw at this moment—thirteen imperial guards! The ultimate executors of the Emperor's endless majesty and will, the legendary existence just appeared before him without any warning!

Except for the Astartes who were standing or kneeling in the corners, all mortals were prostrating themselves before the majesty of the Custodians. Their armor, which was as gorgeous as luxury goods, was not stained with a single stain and shone brightly under the lights. Neither the weapons of the Inquisitors nor the bolters of the Astartes left any traces.

It was in such dead silence that Spyder, escorted by a dozen Astartes in white robes and blue armor, broke the balance. Everyone's eyes followed the golden-armored giants who began to move forward. When the leading Sky Eagle Terminator drew his sword again, several figures finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out from the side to block Spyder.

Young Wolf Lord Ragnar was already angry at the silent slaughter of the imperial guards, and now they wanted to point their butcher knives at Spyr? Although several wolf guards around him were stopped by the other two wolf lords, it was just what he wanted.

They are nothing more than the imperial guards, stray dogs squatting in the palace.

A heavy blow from the side of the halberd came at an incredible speed from the hand of another Skyhawk Terminator that he could have passed over. The huge force far exceeding that of the Astartes Terminator was perfectly released on him in the form of a blunt blow. The triple shield of the brand new Iron Cavalry Terminator was shattered almost in an instant!

As if his soul was being beaten out, all his thoughts were interrupted at this moment, and he almost unconsciously felt his body hit the wall heavily, and then slowly slid down with traces. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak.

Several other White Archon warriors were stopped by the Astartes who were protecting Spyder - traitors!

Closer and closer, one step, two steps, three steps, the Sky Eagle walked in front of Speyer. The spread-winged eagle on the helmet and the red color brighter than fire were so dazzling that they almost occupied all of Speyer's attention. Now, feeling this terrifying power, Speyer understood why another team of Astartes was sent to give him advice.

Even though he knew that these truly superhuman warriors were friendly forces coming to help him recapture Agrippina, as a mortal he could not stop trembling. This was a perversion at the genetic level, and it was absolutely impossible for human power to erase it. Until the voice of the Astartes came from the micro-earphone. "Stand up, it's time to start."

The broad blade landed lightly on his shoulder, maintaining a wonderful balance where he could feel the blade's presence but it didn't feel heavy. Then a voice more peaceful than expected came out, "According to the guidance of the throne, you are granted the honor of serving as the Admiral of the Agrippina Sector."

Everyone was stunned. No one had expected that the massacre by the Imperial Guards was to pave the way for Speyer. And he could actually get the Imperial Guards to come to the platform in person. Who was he? No matter what the onlookers thought, the Imperial Guards would not hesitate.

"Concurrently serve as the Acting Governor of the Agrippina Sector, the Grand Marshal of the Agrippina Sector Star Army, commanding both armies, and the Governor of all the military forces of Agrippina at home and abroad. Grant the king's flag and sign, act as you see fit, kill first and report later!" Spyr could feel the sharp blade moving gently against his neck, "Guard Agrippina, support the Cadian War Zone, and ensure logistics, and there must be no mistakes!"

There is no doubt that this direct appointment from the Imperial Guards is the highest decree of the empire, and the highest honor. Because the Imperial Guards are the direct symbol of the emperor, this is almost equivalent to the emperor appearing in person to appoint a high official. At least for two hundred years, no one dared to rebel, and what he said was the holy word.

The Empire is just an appendage of the Emperor. He was personally appointed by the Imperial Guards and represents the Emperor's will to some extent. Who dares not to listen to him? Disrespecting the Emperor, right? You think the Inquisition's methods are too monotonous and want to make them more powerful, right?

Even the Inquisition would not dare to do anything to Spyder now. Even if he was truly corrupt, the Inquisition would have to keep it secret and transport him back to Terra to be judged by the Commander of the Custodes and the High Lords, because he was part of the Emperor's miracle, and the Imperium of Man existed because of the Emperor.

Speyer tightly grasped the gilded battle flag that was too big for him. It was the symbol of the Imperial Guards and the source of his power that could integrate Agrippina at one stroke. "There is only the Emperor, and he is our shield and protector."

Although these words were not passionate enough, they were indeed the most sincere thoughts of Speyer, who was already exhausted by Agrippina's chaos. He seemed to be able to feel the golden light illuminating him completely, and all difficulties and obstacles turned into smooth roads.

No, it wasn't just as if, but there was really golden light falling from him! Even the Imperial Guards knelt down at this moment, along with everyone on the field. The Emperor really appeared. Even though this Imperial Guard was not sent by him, when the golden light fell, everything was settled.

That's right, Salmin had sent support troops into the warp long before the Battle of Jubal was prepared, but they only arrived today. When Salmin heard that Speyer had annihilated the Plague Fleet, his first reaction was "Huh?", and then he didn't care about Agrippina anymore. After this wave of assistance, he could just wait for Speyer to come to support him after he cleared the rebellion.

Of course, Speyer didn't know this, nor did he know that someone would trust him just because he was Speyer. But from this moment of absolute silence, he truly took control of Agrippina's power, and accordingly, he had to shoulder the same heavy responsibility.

Agrippina is really in danger. The fleet and troops of the Mechanicus are simply guarding the safety of the two star systems of Agrippina and Fenlais, and the current strength and fleet of the Empire are only enough to maintain the defense of Albiton and Tabor. In the Marin area ahead of Tabor, only the secondary planets are still holding on.

Fortunately, the positive effect of the Inquisition's chaos was that there was really no major incident inside, but the front line was retreating every day. The first thing Spyr did when he took office was to reorganize the communication and command systems of the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Navy, and correct the chaos caused by the previous fragmentation.

The Philosopher King's upper limit is really high, but there is no guarantee. When power is highly concentrated in the hands of strong people, the relative superiority of the feudal system is reflected. After the Mechanicus recognized Spyr's sacred identity as the messenger of Om Messiah, two small fleets and the Mechanicus Skitarii, including a Titan Legion, also joined his forces.

Similarly, Spyr was recognized by the Imperial Church as the savior of Agrippina, the one kissed by the Emperor. When this news spread, the pagan 'Voice of the Emperor' entrenched on Lorisa fell into great civil strife, and the Dark Angels troops immediately volunteered to sneak into this still dangerous world alone.

The changes brought about by the Emperor's miracles did not stop there. When the news spread throughout the battlefield like the wind along with the shouts of priests and political commissars, miraculous reversals appeared in every corner of the Imperial front, and Agrippina's counterattack was almost fired with a complete victory.

"The Emperor is with us!" and "For Saint Spyr" have become the new nightmares of the rebels, heretics and even the followers of Chaos. The legitimacy of their existence has been constantly denied. The successive defeats have made them even begin to doubt themselves. Surrenders and deserters are endless.

Chapter 58: The Eve of the Counterattack

The Imperial forces were divided into three battle zones: the First Front attacking Ayon from the direction of Agrippina, the Second Front reinforcing the Marin front from Tabor, and finally the Third Front defending the Ozymandias star cluster and Sarlax in Albiton. For ease of memory, they are referred to as the First, Second, and Third Fronts.

These three fronts were the last mobile forces that Agrippina could bring out. The Empire was not short of troops, but the bloated giant of the Empire was actually extremely limited in the number of troops it could deploy on each battlefield. If it weren't for the support sent by Salmin two months ago, Speyer wouldn't even be able to gather this amount of troops.

The years of war in the Inquisition had done too much damage to the entire organizational structure of the Imperial Army. Both sides had each other's blood on their hands. Hostility between the troops was the least of their worries, and mutual attacks were not uncommon. Thanks to the Mechanicus's surrender, tens of millions of Skitarii took on most of the responsibilities of frontline combat.

The enthusiastic involvement of the Empire's state religion and the imperial propaganda that sainted the leader also suppressed many internal contradictions. Hundreds of millions of fanatical believers were armed with abundant equipment provided by Agrippina. As for the lack of training, it was made up with faith and courage. The sooner this timely filling-in force was put into the battlefield, the more people it could save.

Conventional training is really not as good as the will that allows you to pull the trigger when facing these terrifying enemies. It is with the most resolute will in the dark universe that the human empire has stepped through the 10,000 years of blood and fire. In war, this is a necessary sacrifice.

Every node and every fortress changes hands repeatedly in the charge and counter-charge. Humans will fight to the last moment with all enemies who try to destroy them. In the name of the Emperor, there is only war!

The Necrons and Tyranids troops were fighting with the Third Front in the Ozymandias star cluster. For the three parties, everything else that could move was an enemy. This was also the war zone where the Empire was at a disadvantage. It was a war of quality, and none of the three seemingly endless races could gain an advantage.

On the other hand, in the direction of Sarlax, which also belonged to the Third Front, the Chaos forces had been completely overwhelmed by the Zerg. They finally chose to completely corrupt the planet into a demon planet - to be more heretical, it was this move that blocked the main force of this tentacle branch and barely prevented the Third Front from collapsing.

But correspondingly, even Speyer could not do anything to the Third Front for the time being. The enemy they faced was no longer something that Agrippina could deal with by concentrating her forces at once. Even though Speyer knew that Tyrone would only become stronger with the passage of time, he could only drag it out and gain advantages on the other two sides.

The First Front Army is the absolute main force, because their mission is to help the First Legion capture the fallen, ah, no. The mission is to take back the important industrial crop planet Ayon of the Forge World Agrippina while the Dark Angels are alone deep into Lorisa, and finally recover Lorisa and open up the route to Cardia.

It can be said that this is the main line, and the rest are actually side quests. Therefore, the main force of the First Front Army is basically the Mechanicus' own troops, the Skitarii, the elite super-heavy tank regiment, and even the knight troops and Agrippina's entire Titan Legion!

Similarly, Speyer also hoped to gain greater advantages for the deployment and attack of the Imperial forces through victory in the naval battle. Coincidentally, the Imperial Navy is now in a clear advantage. Four nearly intact high-speed battleships that have only participated in escort missions! Speyer has never fought such a rich battle.

During the 12th Black Crusade, the Gothic Fleet was almost alone in facing Abaddon's fierce attack. Not to mention gaining an advantage, the Emperor blessed them with a one-to-one victory in a small battle. Since he took over the combined fleet, one of the three battleships in the family was severely damaged and almost sank, while the other two were slightly damaged and could still be used on the battlefield after repairs.

As a result, there was a high-intensity battle as soon as they entered the battlefield. After two months of fighting, the damage to the two battleships became more and more serious. This was the result of his personal command. It is no exaggeration to say that if it were not for him, the two ships would have exploded long ago.

But what Cadia sent was not just a letter of appointment, the two fleets were the real big money. The navy was a costly branch of the military, and milk was the mother. In today's Empire, where it takes decades to replace damaged warships, the fact that four battleships were sent in one go - even Speyer thought it was just a dream.

But the gorgeous white and gold fleet that filled the empty docks again was something he could never imagine. It was the Sunlight Fleet! How could it be the Sunlight Fleet?