Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

What a soft persimmon.

She brandished the last broken battle blade. Although the power of this former demon weapon was greatly reduced due to the escape of the demon inside it, the broken blade, which was made of excellent material and flowed with the energy of the subspace, was still enough in her hand to cut through the shield and armor of the Dreadnought and penetrate into the sarcophagus.

The broken snake sword was now more like a kukri. Dionysus wielded this short sword, which was still the size of an Astartes power sword, and cut open the armor of the Dreadnought from the side. The first-level blade that protruded forward but stopped abruptly even slashed into the sarcophagus - in the shocked and furious eyes of everyone, blood gushed out of the Dreadnought's body.

Spots of yellow blood splattered on the ground, and fearless groans of pain kicked off a new round of battle. Everyone was no longer interested in waiting for any support. Delay was the best solution, but not the most suitable one. Iron and fire were the only responses that the heretics could understand!

"For the lion!" Osmadir's peripheral vision seemed to catch the gorgeous fighter plane with gold and ochre colors in the sky suddenly falling, but he was no longer in the mood to care about these things. Anger and glory drove him to drag the sword and cut down heavily at an incredible speed!

Osmadir, who had already replaced the Mark 3 power armor that was more commemorative than practical, with a scarred Hades-type Terminator, was the fastest one. He hit the big demon's side with a crackling power fist.

The radiance of the decomposition stance tenaciously tore through her severely damaged surface defense, and several kilograms of flesh and blood evaporated under this blow! The violent explosion that followed knocked her forward a few steps, and the kukri was left on the dreadnought under the impact. The further shattered armor fragments hit her weakly. It should have been like this.

The sudden pain made her realize that her defense was severely damaged. Was she so poor that she couldn't even withstand the Terminator's power fist or the broken armor fragments? The disappearance of a large piece of flesh on her thigh was not just a loss of blood - her right leg was almost half disabled. Even a big demon in the physical universe had to respect the laws of physics.

That was the basis of her power, and the power of the warp was just an addition. Without that part of the muscles and meridians, even a warp creature could not charge at high speed as if nothing had happened, and her leg bones must have cracked. If she was hit by one or two similar attacks, she would not even be able to change the guy who took her back because her mobility was disabled.

Dionysus staggered to dodge the last attack of the Dreadnaught. The double explosion driven entirely by willpower at the moment of death was too slow after all. But from another perspective, this bombardment blocked more than half of the Great Demon's evasive space. If it weren't for dodging this swan song that was enough to severely injure her now, Osmadel might not have been able to hit her.

The consequences of slowing down also became apparent. When Dionysus turned around and used the Broken Arm Blade to deflect the blade of the Fallen Angel Lord, the precise and blocking barrage forced her to stop her breakout. She quickly changed her combat goal from breaking out to annihilating. Damn, this was really elegant.

The pleasure of fearing death but longing for it was like a particularly pure and high-grade drug that instantly cleared her withdrawal reaction. The so-called Slaanesh Demon was just this kind of rotten stuff that could barely climb the wall with the wind and waves and strong against the wind. She glanced at all the loyal warriors of the Emperor who showed naked murderous intent, just like a foreman helping a baby bird carefully identify the "girls".

The Terminators raised their weapons and rumbled towards the demon. Their vague war cries came from the communicators behind the grille. Six Iron Knights and one Hades. None of them had crosses or iron halos, but they were undoubtedly elite. Except for one Iron Knight equipped with missiles and holding a plasma cannon, all of them were close combat.

Hades is a weird combination of power sword and power fist, but it is precisely this iron fist that cannot be blocked at very close range. The Iron Cavalry type has a two-handed power sword, three thunder hammers plus a storm shield, and a damn double power claw - isn't this thing banned a long time ago? Is dual wielding not heretical enough?

There were two dreadnoughts left, both were contemptors, which had higher defense, faster speed, and stronger power than the common armored dreadnoughts. However, the two she deliberately did not choose were both long-range specialized models equipped with havoc missiles and left-hand conversion beams. The one-second delay in converting beams made them almost impossible to fight in close combat.

As for the thirteen Astartes with the two types of epaulettes, although they were also a threat, they ultimately lacked the means to truly harm her and could only serve as auxiliary forces to cause her more trouble.

The demon subconsciously wanted to rush forward to break through their battle line and tear them to pieces with her own hands, but she suppressed this impulse. This was a normal reaction after absorbing it, and what a senior Slaanesh demon had to do was to separate this illusion from reality.

If it could be done in two or three minutes, she could still do it, even facing more enemies. But now she was injured, almost broken into three parts, and lost one-sixth of her body mass.

She had never been reckless, and now she could no longer rely on her own brute strength and resilience as she once had. Her victory, and perhaps her survival, would depend on one thing.

Chapter 72: Fight to Your Heart's Content (Part 2)

Strategy!

Wisdom is one of the essential differences between demons and warp beasts. Just like the first dreadnought she killed was a close-combat dreadnought equipped with phosphorus missiles, twin-linked explosive cannons and siege drills, the first key to defeating a large number with a small number is to quickly eliminate the unit that poses the greatest threat to you.

The second is to reduce the number of enemies as quickly as possible. How to reconcile these two somewhat contradictory maxims is the so-called strategy.

When the 'super power' was weakened, the answer given by the 'super wisdom' was finally no longer 'use super power quickly'. Smart IQ once again took the high ground, and the combat qualities of the Great Daemon of Slaanesh were revealed.

The fearless ones who could severely injure or even kill her were not the ones that needed to be eliminated urgently. In close combat, all they could use was the power claws or siege drills on the right. Only effective output counted as damage. How could a giant weapon master who didn't have an advantage and rolled 1d20 with minus 5 hit her?

What? You don't SL and bet on a big success with a heavy attack plus Arcane Synergy plus a heavy attack to Holy Slash, and then you start a four-hit wave of actions and successfully kill me in one second, right? The Cursed One (the Emperor) will get up himself and roll the dice for you, right?

The fearless only looked good, the Slaanesh demon issued this judgment with disdain. As for the large group of iron cavalry, it was really not easy. At this time when her thigh was injured, the attack hit rate of the Terminators was really not low. The Terminators' movements were slow and clumsy compared to the Astartes, and there was still more than 60% chance of hitting a lame demon.

Dionysus turned sideways and used his spiked whip to whip away the first enemy who was wielding dual lightning claws. The heavy bomb embedded heavily in her body. This guy who could charge in close combat and shoot at the same time was too abstract and had to be dealt with first.

He didn't aim at the Terminator's chest or face. The long whip's armor-piercing performance shouldn't be compared to the Iron Cavalry type. Even if it was the most, uh... mass-produced Unyielding, she had to think about it carefully. After making a sharp review of some of the Empire's armaments as tactfully as possible, her target was the calf!

The drag on the two calves would force even a Terminator to fall down obediently. The sudden attack was launched just as the Terminator was about to step up and raise his legs to land. Even the built-in balancer of the Terminator's armor could not reverse it. The first Terminator fell backwards involuntarily, and a bunch of heavy bombs immediately corrected their trajectory after a short look at the sky.

The demon dodged the heavy bomb by leaning sideways, and the attack of a power sword forced her to give up the opportunity to finish off the enemy. The last of the three arms that was left had no weapon, so it had to swing twice in the air to show its presence.

She turned her head and glared at Hades, but what followed was his swift sword like a storm, and at the same time, the second and third terminators also waved their thunder hammers and storm shields to form a triangle formation to surround her in the middle. The arm blade just scratched a spark on the storm shield, and the unconscious sense of crisis forced her to dodge the direct attack of the plasma cannon with an iron bridge.

This was not the end. Dodging the plasma cannon on the iron bridge meant that she was completely defenseless against the other thunder hammer at this time. It was a quick and slow knife! Dionysus, who barely pulled in her abdomen and twisted her waist to dodge the thunder hammer in one go, was finally hit on the waist by a storm shield, breaking her defense.

Each of the two attacks was simultaneous, and even a Slaanesh Daemon could not perfectly block the other two while guarding against two attacks from different directions and angles.

Next, the three strong men, Thunder Hammer, Great Sword, and Power Claw, formed the second circle of encirclement. After the natural barrier of the Yangtze River, there must be the underworld. If Dionysus wanted to escape, the iron wall of Thunder Hammer and Storm Shield would persuade her to return to the right path in time.

If they didn't want to run away, the two-handed sword and the power claws could just deal some damage at this distance, and plus the three people in the inner circle - they were almost beaten to death by Dionysus, and in just a few tens of seconds Dionysus was inflicted with twenty or thirty scars of varying severity, and the price was only one arm of Thunder Hammer and a few scratches on everyone else's bodies.

Damn, this is not what she thought. Although she was slapped in the face several times, she still wanted to say, "I thought the previous cans were not so powerful." She chopped down two Dreadnoughts, seven Terminators, and more than twenty ordinary Astartes, but there were still two Dreadnoughts and seven Terminators?

So you're giving up the entire battle group to beat me up? You want to destroy the family fortune that you've accumulated for hundreds of years? Even a clay man can get angry, let alone the big demon. She was extremely angry... even more angry.

She really wanted to transform again, to give these country bumpkins a little shock from the third stage of Slaanesh. But there was only one glass of wine mixed with the blood of God, and this was her reward or reward for brewing wine for Slaanesh. Extreme anger could do nothing but make herself extremely angry.

"I can't do anything..." But when the decadent atmosphere enveloped the Slaanesh Demon, she finally changed a little, and she really started to fight desperately. How many people could she replace without seeking a way to survive?

The Terminator whose storm shield and arm were cut off was the breakthrough point she had chosen. The moment she dodged the two-handed sword and the power sword, the pain accumulated in her body temporarily turned into strength. She ignored the thunder hammer that was falling towards her and the heavy bomb that was attacking from the shadows, and attacked directly towards the breakthrough point.

In response, she received four uniformly shining weapons, three thunder hammers and a power fist. She picked up the broken arm holding the storm shield on the ground with a long whip and swung it to the right, but she didn't have time to care whether it would hit or not. She bet her fate on this one blow - if it was a one-armed warrior, it was not impossible to catch the blade with bare hands.

The demon watched him rush toward him, waited for him to raise his weapon, and then swung his arm violently.

Her hand knife was slashing at the position below the hammer head. After dozens of long whips, the demon had clearly identified the most vulnerable point of the weapon. The power of the hand knife and the terminator intertwined and finally broke the thunder hammer, and the hammer head flew out in a spin.

Unfortunately, the Hades Terminator reacted too quickly, and even the hammer head that flew over without any warning was blocked by him. It did not meet the psychological expectations of the demon, but the pause was enough to save her from the sword behind her. Astarte, who lost his weapon, was easily decapitated by her.

Although she only dodged one of the two lightning hammers, it was exactly what she needed. She tore off the broken arm blade along with the secondary limb, and a strange sickle appeared in her empty hand.

The war sickle was thrown out as soon as she got it. Have you ever seen a three-axis weapon that can be wielded like an arm? The direct attack range of more than three meters and the unexpected attack angle directly removed half of the power claw player's body. The ceramic steel heavy armor is more than a mention in front of the weapons made of big demon materials.

And when Dionysus took two sword strikes and tore the greatsword Terminator into pieces on the spot, the number of Terminators besieging him suddenly dropped to four, and her whip was also knocked away. She had just replaced it with a two-handed power sword that could not activate the decomposition position; a large piece of flesh and blood was also scraped off her left waist by the ion cannon, but the good news - it was roasted and would not bleed.

When she caught sight of the golden-armored warrior and the nun with pigtails running 300 meters away, she laughed even more wildly. Only three? But it's not over yet. The big demon looked down at the Hades Terminator in front of him and swung out his scythe.

Chapter 73: Fight to Your Heart's Content (Part 2)

The dark smoke and dust brought with it a stream of deep malice along with the corrupt wind. Even through the breathing mask of the Hades Terminator, Osmadel still had to put a lot of effort into maintaining his sanity and fighting spirit in that extravagant and soul-stirring atmosphere. The aura or halo that the great devil brought with him was such an unreasonable existence.

Previously, the story was told from the perspective of the Great Demon, which lacked the sense of despair. But first of all, one thing must be made clear - the Astartes were not used to fight against the Great Demon, but were a helpless move by the Empire when it could not come up with a better plan. HMS Superman can physically blast the squid's armored vehicle, so can the two be compared?

Astartes is the one who uses flesh and blood to fight against the steel behemoth, but only they can maintain their sanity and loyalty under the erosion of the Great Demon. No matter how many Imperial Guards there are, they are just small boats in the water in front of the Great Demon. They can go boating on the lake, but forget about crossing the sea.

Even the Grey Knights, their infantry nature has not changed. The special attack forces dedicated to fighting demons are just specially trained Astartes troops using special attack weapons that are completely immune to Chaos erosion - anti-armored infantry are just infantry, not armor, which means that the slightest mistake is enough to cause a disaster.

Compared to the Great Demon, the Astartes had no room for error. Even if the Great Demon was immobilized by a Stasis Grenade, it was only hit in the enhanced mode and seriously injured. But for the Astartes, failure meant death. Osmadel did not want to die yet. He had just received a glimmer of hope, so he could not make any mistakes.

The turbid air was not recommended for breathing even after filtering, and coupled with the destruction of the atmosphere by the fleet, the oxygen content was no longer suitable for the activities of the Astartes. Fortunately, the built-in oxygen generator was enough to provide oxygen consumption for more than three days of combat. As Osmadel tapped gently, an ancient potion was pumped into the ventilator.

Faster, stronger. During the Unification War, all forces had no shortage of such things, but after the establishment of the empire, the increasingly strong side effects and addiction of the cheaper mass-produced combat potions made most warriors no longer use them.

What Osmadir used was the original mixture distributed by the Emperor to the First Legion during the Unification War. It was an expensive handmade product with no side effects and low addiction. In Warhammer, antiquity and handcraft are synonymous with power. The long-lost sharpness and clarity almost immediately surpassed the suppression of the Great Demon Aura.

He could clearly see the movement of the Great Demon's muscles every time he exerted force, perfect and powerful, and each blow carried a force that could cut through the Iron Cavalry Terminator and penetrate the Fearless - even if he raised the Storm Shield, he couldn't withstand even a single blow. 'The next blow is a side slash from the upper left', the muscles and wind conveyed valuable information to him.

The next moment after he jumped and slashed with all his strength—or even at the same time, a slash beyond the range of his eyes stabbed heavily at the position where he was before, sinking into the ground made of steel. It was a normal attack that was enough to penetrate him completely, but after the Great Demon Arm Blade was used as a weapon, this ultra-high-speed slash took away two lives in just four seconds.

The Terminator, who was rarely seen on weekdays, was as powerless as a PDF filled with lines in front of this ridiculously strong demon. But correspondingly, the price of a full-strength two-handed slash was that the demon itself was defenseless during each attack!

Feng Yi's specially made jump bag briefly accelerated, and the three-meter distance was just a stone's throw away for Hades - the relic power sword empowered by the jump slash flashed with dazzling light, tearing apart the demon's agile body while the broken steel ground behind him exploded.

bingo!

The decomposition field, which was far superior to ordinary power weapons, easily tore through the demon's battered defense. The subspace field collapsed in a flash, and the tough skin had long been burned by the flames. No matter how strong the flesh and blood was, it could only succumb to the brilliance of the decomposition field. Almost in an instant, the blade sank into the demon's left abdomen.

The intense pain accelerated the demon's speed, but Osmadil was even faster! "Scumbag, we are the Dark Angels, the First Legion!" The bones of his hands creaked in the reaction, but when the will overrides the flesh, the strength must also succumb to the spirit!

Absolutely, it can easily cut teeth! Osmadir roared and pressed down the blade, breaking the bone plate! Cutting the muscles! Tearing the internal organs! Before the demon pulled back the arm blade, he used only a power sword to completely dig open the demon's left abdomen, and turned around in the burst of blood.

But this was not to relieve the force. He adjusted the direction of the sword in front of him to block the direct attack of the big demon's arm blade. He promptly shut down the sword spine that decomposed the position and hit his shoulder armor. Even though Osmadir used all his strength, he was still knocked away in an instant.

That was enough. Osmadir was not fighting alone. The direct hits of the two thunder hammers made the Great Demon stop chasing. The huge wound of nearly half a meter in her left abdomen severely reduced her combat power. The Great Demon could not fight with her intestines dragging, because she was not one of those disgusting things from the N family.

She had to use one hand to sew up her wounds, and with one hand she pushed back the attack of two Terminators, and then turned to split the ion cannons that were whistling towards her. The energy of the warp turned into silk threads, and the Slaanesh demon, who regarded pain as pleasure, seemed not to be sewing up his own body, but to use his sharp nails to tear open his own flesh and blood, and then dig out from the bottom of the other side.

Fortunately, this horrifying scene can finally come to an end. When the Sisters of Silence step onto the battlefield and dispel all evil forces with their anti-subspace stance, it means that the strongest and most powerful conventional military force of the Human Empire has finally joined the battlefield.

It took the Emperor's Claws only five minutes from the time they discovered the battle to the time they arrived at the battlefield, but this was still their dereliction of duty. How could the proud Custodes not feel ashamed when their prey was held back or even severely injured by the despised Astartes? And this shame will be washed away by the blood of this great demon!

With the distinctive whistling of the guard spears, seven of the most elite Hetaerons joined the battle at incredible speed. Behind them, three Skyhawk Terminator tactical teams used the Rustrum Storm Bolters and the Relic-level Destroyer Incendiary Guns to provide long-range support and compress the battlefield.

The Holy Spirit Battle Shield was scratched with a sharp explosion, but it was the only protective gear that could withstand the blade of the Great Demon without breaking. It was this qualitative difference that made the imperial guards not only not retreat, but also took the opportunity to approach the Great Demon within two meters, almost close to him.

Are you not afraid of death? But there was no time for the demon to ask questions. The sudden anti-psychic aura instantly invalidated the rough sutures that the demon had previously used to treat the wound with the subspace silk thread. The slight pause caused by the hidden danger of her bursting at the moment of her exertion was keenly captured by the imperial guards.

The Guardian Spear is elegant and deadly. Only the most elite of the Custodians are qualified to wield it. Therefore, even though the Guardian Spear is the heaviest, it is often the fastest! Seizing that moment of pause, breaking flesh and bones in an instant, piercing into the enemy's body, only the Emperor's most powerful warriors can make such a swift attack.

Dionysus could no longer swing the sharp arm blade to strangle these huge golden enemies at a close distance. Her weapon-holding right arm was cut off by two spears in the first moment. She only had her left hand left and could not replace it with any other one. But why didn't she die just now?

The big demon who jumped back out of the encirclement didn't understand why. If he killed it by force, he would have at least a 70% chance of success.

"What!" A ghostly black shadow flashed past her peripheral vision. How could it be behind her?

But it was too late. How could Dionysus use her remaining left hand to fight back when she saw the attack? When the claws touched the steel, before she could exert force, there was only endless emptiness.

The black-armored warrior pierced the demon's spine with his sword! Osmadel squeezed out the last bit of his strength and kicked the demon to the ground. The demon, with the tip of the sword piercing through his stomach, fell heavily to his knees at this moment, facing the battlefield full of broken bodies.

The fallen angel raised the broken blade above his head. The light of the setting sun shone on his broken armor. The demon in the shadow turned around but could only see half of the red blade shoulder armor pattern and the shining sword light. "I am the dark angel, Osmadir!"

The demon's noble head rolled to the ground and slowly dissipated.

The proud imperial guards disdained to fight for the credit of others. Since they were already severely injured prey, the imperial guards only needed enough blood to wash away the shame. And there was no need to tell anyone about this either.

Chapter 74: After the War

The Custodians left, just as they had quietly come. They only had the Emperor to answer to, and did not need to speak or explain to anyone. Osmadir did not want to have too many disputes with these personal guards of the Emperor. The last time he fought alongside the Custodians left him with bad memories.

It was not easy to raise the butcher knife against the former comrades in the valley. Even the Dark Angels had to tell themselves that "this is the Emperor's order", but the Custodians did not need to, just like robots receiving orders, they slaughtered as a matter of course until the last tall half-armored warrior died with the Emperor's military flag.

That's not a human being.

From that time on, Osmadir knew that there was an essential difference between the Astartes and the Custodes. But later, the disastrous civil strife indirectly caused by "Great Astartesism" and "Brotherhood" made it difficult for him to judge which of the two ways, the Astartes and the Custodes, was more suitable for the Empire.

Perhaps the Emperor was right back then, the bloodless and tearless [machine] was more suitable as a weapon. But it was too late to say anything now. In the dark fortieth millennium when the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne and was stigmatized as some shitty God-Emperor, all he could do was continue to fight.

Fight until death, or be found by those crazy successors. He had always thought that this was his fate as a so-called fallen angel, but a fool who neither betrayed nor surrendered.

But the emergence of a true battle brother unit and the news of the possible existence of the Lion King changed everything. Perhaps he will once again take the name of the Dark Angels...

The vast impact from afar interrupted his reverie, and the turbid feeling of the other world around him was reduced to a minimum. Was the portal node destroyed? Osmadil realized that the battle was finally over. The big demon had died under his sword, and the last teleportation point on Jubal was also destroyed.

But, for Salmin, it was not over yet. Transporting civilians was more difficult than he had imagined. It was not because there were any mobs or troublemakers, but because the civilians of the empire were too abstract. They only gave him some mediocre jobs, full of simple cunning and malice.

For example, in order to continue to eat the free relief meals he distributed at the evacuation point, he threw away his evacuation certificate and hid himself from boarding the ship, just to stay as long as possible and eat a few more days of full meals? Evacuating according to the evacuation quota every day was like being selected to go to the gas chamber. In order to complete the quota he set, his soldiers had to force people to board the ship.

This only confirmed the bullshit rumor that "on board the ship, you won't get relief meals." Even though Salmin tried his best to dispel the rumor, propaganda, and even visited the people and lived with them, it was useless. The common people of the Empire, who had never received prenatal education, only believed what they saw.

This is not something that can be solved by simply moving trees and establishing trust. In essence, the long-term inhumanity of the empire's ruling has backfired on Salmin. It takes time for a conciliatory policy to take effect, but Salmin does not have that kind of leeway. The solar storm will not be postponed, not even for twelve days, not even one day more.

Salmin was not angry, he just felt sad and powerless. The empire could feed everyone, but the untouchables were not human beings. In the eyes of the nobles, the untouchables were just means of production or their property.

The Empire is not so inhumane if it is humanized. To exaggerate, the only thing that makes the Empire stronger than Chaos is that it is not Chaos. Apart from that, there is not much difference between the two.

Twelve days is far from enough for him to clean up the mess of the empire. This is a problem of the entire era and the imperial society. Salmin does not have this ability yet. When the granaries are full, people know etiquette. The empire cannot even feed all its people, so how can it be trusted? Only the belief in the God-Emperor is the pillar that supports the existence of the empire to this day.

The only thing Salmin could do was to try to maintain order on the ground. Once the management of two billion people turned into a riot, his one million troops on the ground would be a joke. The good news was that the Astartes priests disguised as the Alpha Legion were really useful. One person could make hundreds of thousands of people sit on the ground and listen to five or six hours of preaching.

Holding the idea that 'this is also for the sake of saving people, the Emperor will not be angry', Salmin simply distributed all the Afas that could be used to disguise as Astartes priests. As Alpharius, his power is unlimited. Even if you believe in the Imperial Truth, you must be forced to open for business today.

After sending another group of people to tell the story of the God-Emperor and his nine sons, Salmin once again sighed from the bottom of his heart that the Alpha Legion was really useful. As a high-quality legion with the highest average education level among the Astartes, exceeding the total of the fifth to twentieth ranks, using the Alpha Legion in a frontal war was the most foolish approach.

Intelligence work, infiltration, counter-infiltration and administrative management are what the Alpha Legion is responsible for in the Great Crusade. They are also what the Space Marines' superhuman minds should do. It's not enough to just kill people to get by.

As mentioned before, Salmin had no secretary ship. Ron only performed part of the secretary ship's duties, so where was the other part? The answer was the twenty-four-man Alpha secretary team, who worked in three shifts with him, 007. Anyway, they were all blue-armored Astartes, so that was about the same.

"Lord Alpharius," Lerna the Terminator, who was finally able to take off his cloak during work and reveal his classic snake-scale armor, walked over, "Agrippina's urgent call!"

"The fastest ship jumped directly from Agrippina to Cadia, and then sent it directly from Cadia via the webway. The battle brothers have verified it, and there is no problem with the procedure. It is indeed a handwritten letter sent by Agrippina Sector Governor Spyr."

Salmin thanked him as usual and took the box. Well, a box made by hand from holy silver and sealed with the mark of purity should be fine. It was sent three days ago, which is probably the fastest way for the empire to transmit information. There is no need for star language communication dogs.

However, Agrippina? With Speyer there, there shouldn't be any big problems. He sent two fast response fleets and four battleships. It can be said that this is the only route in the 13th Black Crusade that he doesn't have to worry about. Guoyi can just lead it.

With the ability of Spyr, the Great E God, who dared to raise Abaddon at the beginning by choosing a cruiser, Salmin was afraid that one day when he woke up, he would hear Spyr's voice on the public communication channel: "Abaddon, damn it, you are not in Eidolon at all, where have you been? Come to the Eye of Terror, and grab all the Spirits of Vengeance for you!"

This confidence continued until he saw the word - Leviathan.

Chapter 75: Speyer and Agrippina

The Leviathan Hive Fleet, a terrifying alien force born for war and devouring that will officially debut at the end of the 41st millennium and point its sword at Holy Terra in the 42nd millennium. But fortunately, nothing has happened yet.

After taking a quick look at this not-so-short but concise and clear official letter, Salmin breathed a sigh of relief, but not completely.

At the beginning, Speyer sincerely thanked Salmin for his trust and fleet. Four battleships were given to an admiral who might have problems coming out of the warp. To be honest, what kind of recognition is this? It's better than giving timely help. If Salmin didn't know that Speyer was really the E God's choice, he wouldn't have been so generous.

The Imperial Guard appointed Spyr as Lord Admiral, Acting Governor, and Grand Marshal of the Astra Militarum, which was much better than starting with just pajamas and a cell phone. Of course, with his own efforts (fog), Salmin had successfully survived the most difficult period. Now it was his turn to hold an umbrella for others.

Speyer is a very suitable person to help. Loyal but not pedantic, knowledgeable but not too knowledgeable, the best commander of the Imperial Fleet, and also a wise politician. Such a person is an important asset of the human race, and one of the few who can truly help Salmin.

Salmin is not a general. He can do everything from developing people's livelihood, making strategic deployments, and building a strong navy to controlling the best attack angle of each warship on the battlefield and leading people to board and clear the opposing flagship. The role he plays is equivalent to or even exceeds that of 90% of naval generals, but he is indeed not a general.

When the real battle began, he needed one or even several real admirals to command the grand battle like the siege of Terra. Because at that time, he had a duty that only he and Alpharius could do - intercept those fallen demigods and the Primarchs who were completely infected by the evil power of Chaos.

Ignoring those thanks and blessings which were of little substance and without any fancy words but which conveyed the author's sincere feelings, Salmin was more concerned about the battle reports from various places that Speyer reported to his superior.