Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Is it a dragon or a bug?

This question also faces the wizard at the same time: should he rob or not?

"Constant speed, six-line formation maneuver, due west!" He was somewhat rational after all. It was extremely difficult to command the Chaos Coalition, which was of mixed quality, let alone control each battleship to integrate the whole. It was not worth it to hastily change the formation to fight for the T-head that could only bring some advantages.

As the communication and lights transmitted the order to each warship, the reputation of the Black Legion finally worked. The Chaos Alliance became more serious after discovering that the opponent was not the soft persimmon they had initially imagined. The basic qualities of the Astartes were here, and some simple orders were executed without any mistakes.

When the distance reached 47000 kilometers, the Chaos fleets had completely completed their separation and turn. Although the six-column formation was inferior, the front formation consisting of a battleship, two large cruisers, and three battlecruisers was not at a disadvantage in firepower.

"That's pretty standard. Let's continue. We still have 17000 kilometers to go." Speyer knew that this was just the beginning. If he continued to sail south, 40000 kilometers would be enough for the Chaos Fleet to slowly turn and keep parallel with him. He had to keep gliding. "Stand straight, then continue to turn left at full rudder (45 degrees), and circle around him."

Boring garbage time is also part of naval warfare. Don't play if you don't like it. It will take about four or five hours to go on like this, and it is already seven o'clock in the afternoon. "Let's arrange a wartime fast food first. The battle will start soon at noon, so the soldiers only have breakfast. Hunger has a great impact on morale and combat effectiveness."

The Imperial Fleet changed direction, and if Chaos didn't want to let them escape, they had to change direction. What a joke, how could they let them escape? At this distance, it was confirmed that there were only two warships on the other side. Could it be that the escort fleet would be annihilated by just two warships, and they would get nothing after escaping for a few hours? Wouldn't they be clowns then? They had to chase them!

And this damn garbage time continues.

Chapter 84: The Enemy Ship is Disintegrating

"Full left rudder (35), follow me!" Garbage time is the most exhausting, and the Chaos Alliance can only vent their anger by firing a series of bullets at the approximate location on the auspicious instrument. But given the vastness of the universe, this behavior is even more outrageous than a literal blind sniper.

In the second turn, Speyer, who already knew what the enemy was up against, didn't even wait for the Chaos Alliance to complete the turn before turning again, still to the left. At this time, the distance between the two sides was 45000 kilometers.

Then came the third round, the fourth round...

When the time came to 31000: in the middle of the night, the distance between the two sides had reached kilometers. At this time, the angle between the two sides was due east to due north! Speyer was due east, and Chaos was thirty degrees north and east, a textbook T-shaped header that was so standard that it was almost impossible to achieve!

Speyer has completely tied it up. "Stand straight, no need to slip away. I'll rest for a while. Call me when the flanking fleet completes the encirclement and the enemy fleet enters 30000 kilometers."

Garbage time was completely over. After seven formation changes and controlling the Chaos Fleet's position, even Speyer was a little tired, but fortunately the results were remarkable. The Chaos Fleet had made many mistakes in the end. Sixteen warships suffered different degrees of scratches during the formation changes, and three of them even sank on the spot!

What is more subtle is the emotion.

Imagine that you are a mortal servant who is extremely malnourished and relies entirely on hard work in the warp. You only had yesterday's dinner, and the main meal was not until 2:40 in the morning. You have been doing heavy physical labor since noon!

Even if you are a warrior who believes in Chaos, but you are not a Chaos Astartes, nor a demon host. The little food you have hidden can't even fill your stomach. Wouldn't it be annoying to patrol during wartime after being hungry for a day? Faith can't be eaten, and chaos spreads invisibly.

This does not affect anything, after all, neither mortal servants nor mortal officers can interfere with their masters, the Chaos Astartes. But the low morale of these collective consciousnesses and the inevitable operational errors and deformations will all be part of the force that rewrites the battle situation.

When there was no need to steer, few people were willing to maintain the wartime maneuver. The Chaos Fleet, which was moving almost in a straight line without any movement, suddenly found in horror that it had been locked by the Auger Matrix. The next moment, a light cruiser that had no time to maneuver was ravaged by the barrage of bullets.

Whether it was accelerating or decelerating or turning the rudder, it took time, but unfortunately, the light cruiser's fragile void shield was not enough to support her survival for too long while being locked by the Auger matrix. In just two minutes, the void shield collapsed, the hull was severely damaged, and the keel was broken... almost in one go.

Then, it was the next unlucky target. Everyone realized that this was like cutting flesh with a blunt knife. But, should they charge in? The first person to charge in would only be the next candidate, and all the fools were waiting for another fool. The noisy and abusive communication channel fell silent.

Then, they were answered by another spark. Another light cruiser.

Until now, they haven't even seen the Imperial Fleet. They are also fighting back, but if you want to fire a macro cannon over 30000 kilometers, you can do it without a hand. If you want to hit it accurately after crossing 30000 kilometers? Don't be ridiculous.

This was a one-sided shooting! The wizard knew that he had to speak up, otherwise they would only face collapse. The Black Legion had to be the first to go forward. These scum only knew to "follow me". Those clowns who wanted to command the battle with "charge" usually died in the sharp blades behind them.

He looked at the Chaos Warlord. "Let us clear the way, old friend."

"Okay." The voice of the Chaos War Lord came from the loudspeaker again, "Warriors who serve the true God, I am the War Lord Kelair of the Black Legion. In front of us are two lone battleships of the false emperor's lackeys. This is a blessing and trial bestowed upon us by the true God."

"But everyone knows that the weak are not qualified to enjoy the gifts of the true God. Only the victorious and tempered warriors are qualified to share the precious spoils! They, the pseudo-emperor's lackeys, are just a group of villains hiding in the back and shooting cold guns. Speed ​​up and rush over, and then seize everything, mortals, slaves, and warships!"

"The first one to reach the top will be rewarded with a set of Terminators!"

"Whoever seizes the ship first, the Black Legion will ensure that you get the ship you captured, in the name of the Blood God!"

"Kill the false emperor and burn the galaxy!"

Charge, madly charge! There was a battleship at the front to resist the damage. Even if it was just for a higher chance of survival, all the battleships formed a diagonal line and charged. Regardless of whether they were members of the Black Legion or not, at this time, everyone used the battle cry of "Kill the false emperor and burn the galaxy!" to vent their anger.

They were noble Astartes, but now they were trapped in the hands of a group of mortals? Whether it was true or not, they were eager to vent their anger with blood, death, torture, slaughter... all the most direct malice, the anger of being toyed with by this invisible enemy for a whole day!

"My Lord, they seem to be still turning."

"Still turning? Still fucking turning! Get over there and get your teeth in!"

Of course, Speyer was not satisfied with just occupying an advantageous volley angle, he wanted more! Since you took the initiative to line up in a single column to send your heads, don't blame me for being ruthless, 30000 kilometers is enough for him to call out your names one by one.

A salvo of fire, "Report damage."

"Void shield observed, twelve hits, first overload of enemy Marauder-class battleship void shield expected after six rounds."

"At 27000 kilometers, overload the enemy battleship's void shield!"

When the void shield flickered and disappeared, an indescribable fear deeply pierced the hearts of everyone on the bridge of the Predator-class battleship. It was the feeling of death. "Quick, rush over." But why was there no visible enemy ship, and the blind firepower did not show any signs of hitting the target...

"Hit the target! Sixteen hits, damaging the bow and destroying a main turret on the ridge."

It was a tremor that was more powerful than the most violent vibration. The entire battleship was groaning. The damage to the main turret had affected the No. 2 ammunition depot as well. The unclosed safety valve did not play any role at all. The implosion almost destroyed the battleship's combat capability. The fierce fire ignited everything that could be ignited.

"22000 kilometers, second overload of enemy battleship's void shield!"

The fact that the Imperial warships were not sunk on the spot by the chain reaction was a credit to their strong skin. The War Lord had almost forgotten how he was knocked unconscious by the wizard after his apology, dragged onto a fighter plane and sent to the rear warship. He struggled to get up from the ground, just in time to see from the porthole that his beloved ship that had accompanied him for hundreds of years was disintegrating bit by bit in the explosion.

"Hit the target! Twenty-one hits, the main structure is missing, the enemy ship is disintegrating!"

Chapter 85: The Blood God's Joke

The most powerful period of the Marauder-class battleship, or the air battleship, was when it pushed forward to 4,000 to 5,000 kilometers. At this time, hundreds of aircraft in each round were enough to easily crush cruisers and destroyers that were not good at air defense.

The reason why they are cruisers and destroyers instead of battleships is because the ship design concept of Warhammer is more inclined towards the ships before World War II, that is, there are no specialized anti-aircraft ships. The idea is to install anti-aircraft guns if possible, and if not, the secondary guns or even the main guns will not be removed to replace the anti-aircraft guns.

One look at Ding Zhen and I'm sure you'll identify him as a school principal who groped 15 girls - he deserves to be punished.

But it was Salmin's job to teach the old 40k antiques a lesson with the flying dwarves. Speyer used his strong ability to throw shit away, and fired seven salvos to destroy the enemy. What does it mean that "our battleships have gained air superiority"?

It is very satisfying for carrier fighters, which are good at medium and short-range burst and slaughtering weak enemies, to bully the Imperial Navy garrison fleets that do not have battleships. However, once they are fired upon by real battleships, the ten-hour flight for these fighters is itself a wall of sighs of despair.

Just like this, the Chaos Warlord couldn't believe it. His proud ship, which had played tricks on the Imperial Navy's useless people countless times with its advantage of carrier-based aircraft, was actually... It was blown up on the way without any ability to fight back.

If his wizard hadn't knocked him out. He had sworn to the Blood God that he would not flee... If he attacked backwards, he would have to die with the battleship, becoming a part of the burning, twisted ruins that passed through the porthole beside him. He actually felt a little panic!

When he realized this, the bone-gnawing pain and rage spread rapidly with him as the center - that was the punishment of the Blood God! When making a covenant with the Blood God, there was no need to write too many clauses, nor to look for loopholes like the Wanbian School. Because the right to interpret the vague clauses all depended on the Blood God's thoughts.

In other words, anyone who dares to take advantage of loopholes will be brought to justice! The will of the Blood God is the rule itself. Don't try to displease the Supreme Blood God, because the Blood God generally has only one way to eliminate this displeasure - double repayment!

Instantly, the mad rage swept through every corner of the Chaos Fleet at a supernatural speed, from the most humble slaves to the Chaos Astartes who believed in various gods or even Chaos Undivided, to the fallen warships themselves. At this most active moment in the Warp, the influence that the True God can have on the physical universe gradually surpasses human wisdom!

That was the change that Spyr could capture directly from the star map, a blood-red shadow stretching for hundreds of thousands of cubic kilometers! When this incident happened, he concluded that this was no longer a disaster that mortals could solve independently, "Quickly ask the two company commanders to come to the command room!"

Mortals are powerful but fragile. This kind of supernatural disaster visible to the naked eye in the universe is obviously beyond the ability of mortals. Fortunately, they still have the help of the Emperor's Angel of Death. "Please ask the Astartes to temporarily assist the priests to appease the mortal crew. At this time, all we can rely on is our loyal belief in the Emperor!"

But the adjutant did not move, but instructed another Ah Fa beside him to pass on the message. He looked at the blood-colored and faintly evil lines, and slowly spoke of the supreme existence it symbolized. "Blood God..."

"Hmm?" Speyer also realized something, but before he asked, the adjutant had already made a gesture to keep quiet.

"Sir Spire," he said in a low voice, "What I am about to tell you is knowledge that is best kept secret for mortals, but the situation is urgent now, and you are the only hope to save everyone."

"To make a long story short, this symbol plus the light is the symbol of an evil god in the warp. 'Blood God', this is one of the names used to refer to Him. Rage, frenzy, blood and killing are the favorites of His followers. Ranged weapons are not effective against these guys covered in bloody filth. You must be prepared for close combat."

"But correspondingly, although strategy is also a part of war, there are almost no Blood God followers who still have their brains. Rage is their normal state, and this is their biggest flaw." Before the golden armored guards surrounded Spyder with layers of protection, Alpha explained some useful and simple knowledge as briefly as possible.

This knowledge about the truth of the Warp has always been strictly guarded by the Inquisition, and even among the generals of the Dread Shield, there are some who have no idea what they are fighting against. This is a necessary blockade to prevent corruption, but now, Spyr obviously needs this knowledge.

Although Alpha and the Custodians were both elite troops sent by Salmin to protect Spyr's life, the relationship between the two... can only be said to be that it was only because of Alpha's tolerance that they did not fight. The proud corncobs only cared about whether the mission was completed or not, and if there was a chance to kill Astartes, they would never hesitate.

For Spyr, this was a new challenge. During the 12th Black Crusade, the surging waves of the Warp were not as powerful as this. This kind of large-scale blessing from the gods of the Warp would only appear in the last year of the 41st Millennium, when the rage shot out from the Eye of Terror ignited the entire Chaos fleet.

When they sailed out from the reforging of fire, the once tattered fleet with inconsistent beliefs was forcibly molded into one, with spikes and skulls replacing the former decorations. Even the animated plague warships were now waving the dense bone spurs on their smooth hulls and roaring with anger.

There was no doubt that this had become a fleet of demons serving the Blood God Khorne, charging at an incredible speed. A rare challenge, faster and more powerful.

The blood-red armor plates covered with bone spurs and skulls were tougher than the heavy armor they had before they completely fell. Even a fragile light cruiser could hold on until the second round of macro-cannons before it collapsed. When the brand-new blood-red blade pierced within 10,000 kilometers of Speyer, there were still nearly half of the warships that he had expected.

That was the 'army of the dead' that had no fear at all. The twisted evil power of chaos devoured their last thoughts. It was a malicious joke of the ever-raging Blood God!

After both sides were within visual range, Speyer finally understood why it was better for mortals not to know - those steel warships had been twisted like a child's masterpiece built with mud, with flesh and bones forming the main body of the warships, and the luster of the metal becoming a rare decoration.

Those roaring war beasts made of blasphemous human bodies that only retained the appearance of battleships were enough to destroy anyone's sanity. Speyer was glad that he had banned all mortals from trying and observing the outside world. He had to bear all this alone.

He kept telling himself, "Spyer, you can do it, you are the one who is watched by the Emperor, you are the ever-victorious Spyer!" This will be a war in which he will crush all evil. Even the gods of the Warp cannot stop him, stop Spyer's victory!

Chapter 86 Do his duty!

Faced with these biological warships that prefer to fight with sharp teeth and tentacles, the usual T-type tactics will drag the Imperial fleet into a melee. This time, the melee is no longer about boarding, but about the enemy ships biting and ramming! This kind of naval battle beyond common sense may only happen in the Warhammer universe.

In order to prevent such a disaster from turning from fantasy into reality, he could only bring the battle closer. Two parallel battle lines were not enough, the distance between the two sides must be less than the turning radius! In other words, this would be the most tragic death battle within a hundred kilometers, with a hit-as-you-open fire and the most difficult war to deal with the endless boarding!

"Right rudder fifteen, forward two!" Reduce the angle and speed to avoid directly overloading the void shield by collision. As long as the void shield is not overloaded, he is sure to win. Moreover, Agamemnon's torpedoes and rams are not for show. In the most extreme case, he is not without the ability to fight.

"Preload the torpedoes. The anti-aircraft guns are assembled to the front and port side, mainly to guard against the upcoming boarding vehicles on the port side." When the two company commanders and their men arrived, what they saw was Speyer directing the battle while deploying troops to strengthen the defense.

"You've come just in time. I need your help. The power of the Astartes is essential in the upcoming battle. Please allow me to temporarily overstep the line. I would like to request some more precise and real-time support..." In other words, Speyer was requesting command of the Astartes forces.

This was heresy, a request that could even be said to have touched the bottom line of the Empire - the Astartes were independent Angels of Death of the Emperor who were not under the command of anyone, and anyone could only ask for assistance from the Astartes. At this time, Spyr was undoubtedly skirting the edge and testing the red line of the Empire.

But, should I refuse?

While Tycho was hesitating, Ragnar had already made the first judgment. Spyder had proved his command ability in a series of previous battles. In the face of this blasphemous demon fleet, the traditional Astartes squad combat mode was no longer applicable.

Just like the unforgettable battle he had fought at Armageddon, he knew that a single team of Astartes would be trapped in the chaos of such an extraordinary battle, whether due to the lack of numbers or the limitations of years of small-scale combat, and would have to break the deadlock through beheading.

It was a classic scene, but he didn't like it. If the man in front of him had the ability to lead them to greater victories, what would it matter if he temporarily surrendered to mortals? Other chapters might refuse out of their own honor and pride, but he was a Space Wolf.

The Space Wolves are a rare group of barbarians with simple morals in the Warhammer universe. To them, both their own honor and the unspoken rules of the Empire are nothing more than a piece of paper. Money can't buy my pleasure, this is what Ragnar thinks.

Tycho looked at the wolf cub beside him, at a loss. If it weren't for the mask covering half of his face, he would really be unable to hold it in. Ragnar agreed, so would he refuse? Of course he would. The Blood Angels' Third Company was not suitable to fight alongside mortals, and this would not change because of other people's promises.

"I'm sorry, but the Blood Angels are not suited to this method—" Now that Ragnar has expressed his opinion, what else can he say except sorry.

The trembling during the volley interrupted Tycho's words, but that was enough. From now on, the Blood Angels will fight in their own way until the last man, never succumbing to the dark future brought by genetic defects. It is their fate to perish in obscurity. He finally nodded to the mortal warrior, leaving only a distant back.

"9000 km, the first round of torpedo strikes from the enemy fleet has been detected!"

The battle will never pause because of an individual. The constantly maneuvering and dodging ships and the flickering void shields are reminding everyone - you are still dancing with death.

Hundreds of torpedoes with bright wakes almost covered the entire conical space. It seemed that even if the bow of the ship turned into a giant mouth full of sharp teeth, it did not affect the launch of torpedoes. Subspace, it's amazing, isn't it?

But just from this round of torpedoes, Speyer could see that the Blood God's blessing was not only beneficial. Torpedoes were one of the most important weapons of a warship. If it was not for the purpose of expelling or damaging, but just because the distance allowed to release torpedoes, pulling the trigger one by one was a stupid thing that only a completely irrational madman would do.

A torpedo strike at this distance is a complete waste. "No need to steer. Adjust your attitude and dive to avoid the cluster mine area." He carefully looked at the demon fleet imaged on the projector. "Focus on the strike cruiser A6-G3. Try to eliminate those Fallen before boarding!"

How many gun positions should fire in each round and when, and which ship should be the target of each concentrated fire or free fire, all of these were decided by Speyer himself. He was relying on his superhuman micro-control ability to gradually tilt the balance of victory in the direction of the Empire.

At 8000 kilometers, after Speyer maneuvered Agamemnon to dodge the third and final round of torpedoes from the Demon Fleet, his movement became aggressive again. The terrifying firepower obtained by the standard salvo angle of more than 40 degrees was enough for him to destroy any enemy ship within two rounds of salvos.

The only problem is that this advantage is two-way. The huge area affected by the volley angle and the hit rate of more than 30% at close range on both sides complement each other. Shuttle through the artillery fire does not mean no harm. He can even hear the groaning of the void shield. Now that the extra capacitor has long been overloaded, every macro cannon and light spear is a gamble.

In front of the remaining 30 demon warships, once the void shield was torn, he didn't even know if he could hold on for two Terras. There was another tremor, which was the aftermath of the battle cruiser's salvo. The dazzling brilliance produced when the void shield was hit violently greatly affected the accuracy of the light's command.

"Stop the blackout and raise the flag for decisive battle! The Emperor expects that every man will do his duty!" The distance has reached 6000 kilometers. The most dangerous moment is about to come. The violent boarding of the Chaos Astartes and the Khorne Demon Army is enough to destroy the ridiculous resistance of any mortal fleet.

Spyre had never been so thankful that the Emperor's Angels of Death were fighting alongside them. Even the Imperial Navy's most elite boarding teams, comparable to the Stormtroopers, were nothing more than mowed down soldiers in front of those truly transcendent beings. He had to admit that any mortal who tried to fight the Astartes in a narrow terrain would only end up being slaughtered.

He watched helplessly as the rainbow light of the last round of broadside salvos smashed a fierce strike cruiser to pieces, and the disintegrating hull dragged the boarding boats and boarding torpedoes that had just been fired from it and disappeared into the flames. The next moment, an unprecedented collision was so violent that it even pushed him off the throne.

When Speyer looked up again, the screen in front of him was already stained with blood red. Half of the broken boarding boat was stuck in the reinforced command room armor. He could even faintly feel the pressure from the hot molten metal. The enemy has arrived!

Chapter 87 Bloody Battle

It was a fierce fire and a smell of corruption. But surprisingly, Spyr did not feel any tension at all. It was as if the people who were hitting him in the face were not Chaos Astartes, but a group of ordinary cultist rebels.

The tall golden-armored warriors standing around him were just silent, but some beings just standing there quietly were enough to protect one side. The soldiers and clerks in the command room were all working in an office, under the sonorous and powerful command of Speyer, micro-manipulating the posture and artillery fire of the two warships.

The weapons of the Agamemnon-class high-speed battleships are all macro cannons, which are different from the Chaos Light Lance, which can achieve better damage by cutting randomly. The Imperial battleships particularly emphasize salvos, and the advantage of this is that the amount of ammunition projected by the slow macro cannon salvo in an instant is enough to destroy the void shield of a cruiser!

Even in such a chaotic battlefield, the Void Shield was groaning under the wave-like dense impact, but the two burning platinum mountains still stood in the blood-red ocean, forcing out unyielding roars - it was a slow and firm volley, but far more powerful than the wave.

The power accumulated in the long silence burst out in an instant and penetrated the already twisted side of the enemy ship. The recoil that made Agamemnon himself tremble was exchanged for an even more shrill hissing sound that echoed in everyone's mind. It was the last song of the Fallen Machine Soul before its death.

Skipping the coolant that was heated to plasma state and thrown outside the ship, which temporarily served as an anti-aircraft barrage, the No. 1 ship's port side salvo shattered the poor battlecruiser's void shield in one fell swoop. Each of the hot macro-cannon projectiles, which was comparable to that of a Titan, was accelerated to the extreme and stopped instantly on the void shield.

The Titans perfectly released all the power contained in themselves, which was enough to destroy an entire continental plate. In the shining brilliant purple light, they overloaded the theoretically indestructible void shield in an instant. The next moment the fake subspace curtain was torn apart, it was greeted by the wrath of the slightly slower ship No. 2.

The battlecruise, which had been forced to slow down by the impact and had just taken the full salvo, no longer had absolute defense that was enough to take its place. The armor that was more than ten meters thick and made of a composite of refined gold and ceramic steel was just a piece of white paper folded in half, even after being reinforced by the evil power of the subspace. It was stressed, crushed, and twisted until tens of thousands of square meters of armor plates were twisted into a tangled mess and torn off completely!

An entire mountain of scarlet metal with bared fangs and claws collapsed inward. Bone spurs, skulls, and limbs were all sucked into the vast metal vortex and crushed. Then, amid the shrill cries that penetrated the soul, even the toughest and thick dragon bones made of refined gold were finally shattered under the stress.

A ball of sparks suddenly exploded in the dark universe, and the only thing that finally reached Speyer's ears was a dry sentence, "One salvo, hitting the target. Seventeen hits, the enemy battlecruiser is sinking!" And this was just a blink of an eye in this battle.

Normally, sinking a Chaos Battlecruiser like this would be enough for a sector of the Imperial Navy to celebrate its outstanding achievements for the past few years. But in the grand context of the 13th Black Crusade, all this seemed to be just the last struggle of a dying empire.

To be more specific about Speyer, this was just an unremarkable part of the battle. "Ship number one, right rudder five, forward four, to avoid collision! Ship number two, spine turrets provide scatter cover fire." He raised his head and the noisy voice drowned him out again.

Under the broken heavy door of the command room, four tall warriors in golden armor were reaping the successive waves of Khorne demons with incredible speed and extraordinary martial arts. Behind them were rows of mortal soldiers holding hell guns or heavy shotguns.

The bright golden arrow and the black and gray flesh fortress together created a safe space in the desperate situation. Speyer spared his energy to glance at the internal monitoring view of the ship beside him. In most of the corridor, only the command room was still green, which symbolized safety. The other ten or so cabins collapsed under the most fierce attack of the enemy.

Astropaths, choirs, priests of the Ecclesiarchy, Sisters of Battle, Adeptus Mechanicus... the last resistance forces of important departments that were also located in this corridor retreated to this last and most important fortress.

He looked at the last remaining knight and three battle sisters wearing force-feedback power armor, and was speechless. He was responsible for the fall of those important but unnecessary departments, and he transferred all the excess protection forces to areas that needed more protection and were more useful in this battle.