Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

A darker view is that the fall of these sectors can better inspire the revenge of the soldiers, and it can boost morale when they are recovered. This is a shameful but necessary sacrifice. In naval battles, boarding is only auxiliary. Before killing everyone on the ship, if the boarding troops fail to seize the core position, it will be of zero use.

Artillery, communications and command, shields, engines, these are the core of the warships of the 41st millennium. Armor is just a decoration, not to mention other compartments. The main focus of the personnel deployment under Speyer's command is "key protection", concentrating superior forces and relying on the terrain, and not giving up an inch while preserving strength as much as possible.

Every inch of the above land is soaked in blood, and the glory of these sacrifices should be attributed to everyone who fought here. The Custodians, Astartes, naval boarding teams, marines and even sailors who were temporarily armed, all fought in the bloody shadow.

Like an endless drama dedicated to the gods -

But he was wrong. It was not endless. Even this vast blood-red shadow of more than 4.18 billion cubic kilometers had an end. Speyer had always known what he was going to do. This was a point-taking game. He did not have to sink these nearly 30 warships.

All he had to do was to reduce the enemy's combat power as much as possible, and then rush over to burn the already fallen planet and the countless rebel forces on it into ashes!

Burning, everything in sight was burning. Tycho could no longer tell where they were fighting. Demons and severely mutated corpses filled the corridors and cabins. He could vaguely hear the pharmacist's whisper, but it was so unclear as if there was a thick layer of frosted glass between them.

He tried to shake his buzzing head, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable blood-colored filter. But it had no effect at all, as if he couldn't even make a sound, until a heavy punch hit his face, accompanied by a conditioned reflex of disgust that seemed to devour his soul, but miraculously wiped out the blood-colored scene in front of his eyes.

Tycho suddenly woke up, and the next moment he understood what had just happened - the pharmacist was injecting him with sedatives to relieve his blood thirst, and he was walking on the edge of madness just now.

That’s right, burning! Tycho suddenly struggled to get up, “Something is wrong ahead, that fire will trigger our nightmare!” He remembered why he appeared behind the battle line, a burning Skull Lord!

When he tried to break through the flames and go around the side to break its armor with plasma, a boundless rage came from the flames he was stained with. It was so fast and so fierce that even he with an extremely strong will lost his mind in just a few seconds and almost succumbed to the lies in his mind on the spot.

Wait, who is fighting the Skull Lord now? Tycho looked up and saw a battle between the Skeleton Knight and an equally huge Demon Engine. Where did the knight come from? A Skeleton Knight without a cockpit?

Chapter 88: The Axe and the Skull Master

The Skull Lord is one of the top Daemon Engines in the service of Khorne. They are all carefully forged by the best Warp blacksmiths in the Khorne Realm, and the boiling blood of the beheaded is used to infuse energy into this huge living steel behemoth.

Skull Lords often descend in the furnaces closest to hell, and their only purpose is to destroy their enemies. Their nearly ten-meter-tall bodies make any Space Marine or even Dreadnought look like a child in front of them. When such a killing machine appears on the battlefield, it is a deep nightmare and an absolute disaster!

And the Great Cleaver of Khorne in his hand is even a hundred times more precious than himself. Only the most powerful Skull Lord can have the honor of holding the Great Cleaver of Khorne - the main focus of the K family is honesty, and only weapons that are truly blessed by Khorne can be named Khorne.

This means that each Khorne Slasher is made of metal smelted from the blood of fallen champions and forged with the skull of Khorne's brass throne, and then blessed by Khorne himself. The warp blacksmith who forges this axe, in addition to dedicating his work to the blood god, will also become the first victim of the axe, and the blade will be sharpened with the blood of the swordsmith.

Under this ultimate weapon, both the Land Raider and the Dreadnought of the Astartes were equally vulnerable, and even the Titan's legs were cut off. This was exactly why Tycho panicked at the first moment. How could the Astartes, who lacked heavy weapons in the starship, resist? What ability could they have to resist?

And when he stood up, ready with bloodshot eyes to accept the momentary respite bought with the blood and sacrifice of dozens of fighting brothers, two equally tall steel behemoths appeared in front of him just two hundred meters away, fighting under the dome of this grand and open auditorium!

It was an unknown model knight he had never seen before. The scarlet metal half-skeleton had no head, but instead had a golden mask like that of Sanguinius. The majestic adamantine mask made the eight-meter-tall scarlet skeleton look so sacred, and the Imperial Sky Eagle and the Roman numeral four showed its affiliation.

A suspicious but undoubted ally. Just as the Abomination Intelligence becomes a Loyal White Knight after wearing the Imperial Sky Eagle and Gear Badge, in the eyes of the Blood Angels, the Knight wearing the Mask of Sanguinius is naturally also a Knight of the Blood Angels, no problem. (The Silent King: I have no opinion)

The armament of this knight is also beyond imagination. An array of six quadruple 457mm heavy artillery is embedded in the gaps of the metal frame. Every volley can tear the Lord of Skulls back while smashing large tracts of Khorne's army. It is a massacre that can almost be regarded as a reckoning.

Combined with the laser array on the huge power claws, in just a dozen seconds of pulling with the Skull Lord, an entire corridor of Fallen, Demons, and Chaos Astartes were crushed and evaporated in the storm-like non-stop rain of steel and light!

He didn't even use the double-barreled macro-turret on his shoulder, which had an overly ferocious caliber as its main gun. He single-handedly unleashed a terrifying firepower that could only be unleashed by an entire spear formation of knight mechas. Tycho even wondered if the dizziness he felt just now was also due to it.

The war in front of him was not one he could intervene in. These two majestic steel creations had the ability to wipe out another army in this narrow starship. Gathering brothers who could still fight and cooperating with the knights to suppress the enemy was his best option now, but he didn't want to do that.

The blood of Sanguinius roared and flowed in his chest. How could he hide behind it? Damn it, it's just a master of skulls. "Pharmacist, where is my plasma?"

The continuous obstacles made the bloodthirsty demon inside the Lord of the Skull feel irritated. It came here to enjoy the strongest in this battle. It came here to offer the most exciting death battle to the Lord God who had cast a glance here for a moment, but being stopped on the way to charge was not a commendable experience for it.

It wanted to bathe in blood and drink the head, instead of struggling with the dense iron filings and flashlights! In the sacred close combat, only the slashing and piercing of swords, axes and guns could fill its deep desire for killing, destruction and victory like the abyss! "Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull to the skull seat!"

The violent wind combo and the huge explosion of the headless skeleton knight in front of it, whose style was almost identical to itss, not only gave it a sense of crisis but also angered it. Even if its defensive stance was swallowed up in the storm, what could it do? The Lord of Skulls raised high his arm and the Khorne Axe fixed on it.

The roar of the brutal evil spirits emitted by the rapidly turning axe chain and the Khorne demons who were forced to retreat with bloodshot eyes under the roars fully demonstrated the power of this weapon.

But it was not meant to be swung in the air to vent its force. The dozen or so bloodletters beside him who used his body as a cover were grabbed by the invisible roar the moment the axe blade was raised. The blood plasma and the painful and resentful souls were sucked into the Khorne Axe, and then flowed into the main body of the skull along with the huge connected spikes.

The wounds sustained in the bombardment and the previous massacre were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the broken and disintegrated armor plates were slowly repaired in the unscientific but very spiritual large area of ​​blood. That was the armor of the bloodthirsty devil, the invincible fortress on the battlefield, as long as there was killing and blood...

Only another equally huge steel construct could stop the charge of the violent demon engine. Under the gaze of everyone, the slightly smaller Skeleton Knight revealed a pair of equally terrifying super-powered claws that were almost as big as a Space Marine.

Few knights would choose such weapons, or perhaps it could be said that since the Horus Heresy, the power claw, a weapon that wounded the Emperor, has become blasphemous. To this day, there is only one powerful warrior on Terra who was once proficient in using power claws, and even he never wielded his claws again after the Horus Heresy.

The weapons used by the two most powerful men in the physical universe naturally have their own strengths. When the Skeleton Knight also began to charge and stopped the accompanying artillery fire, the laser array on the power claw did not stop its irradiation.

It is a ship-borne laser array used to burn torpedoes and fighter planes within a few tenths of a second. Its power is even as strong as that of a small light spear. Anyone who underestimates its laser properties will pay the price in blood, and even the Lord of the Skull is no exception.

Chapter 89: The Skull Master and the Knight

Four high-energy lasers were like four invisible whip blades, lightly and unstoppably penetrating into the upper body of the Skull Lord.

The high temperature etching did not stop until the blood pumped out of the blood tank behind Luzhu stopped. The two several-meter-long X-shaped scars on his chest were even more than 30 centimeters deep. Even for the thick-skinned demon engine, this was a big injury.

Closer and closer, when the distance between the two sides was shortened to less than 100 meters during the charge, the Skull Lord, who had been passively beaten throughout, roared with joy for the first time - the brightest spot in the sudden surge of blood was the Blood Cannon (Ichor Cannon) on his chest!

It wasn't that it wanted to launch a sneak attack, it was that it had vowed to defeat the enemy in close combat, and it had to get close enough to treat this shot as a close combat shot! It was a burning red tail stream composed of broken bones and dripping blood, an ultra-high pressure superheated cutting water blade, and the mixed fine broken bones that were harder than diamonds made it the most lethal.

Even the composite deck steel that was several meters thick could not possibly block this attack! And its magical close combat attribute just happened to bypass the void shield that was actually far beyond the specification. The extremely fast high-pressure blood blade created a large amount of sparks the moment it came into contact and cut. In the short sound of metal breaking, half of the heavy artillery and a third of the skeleton were rolled to the ground.

But the knight felt no pain - the ship suit was a complete war machine, and did not need any of the characteristics that a ship girl should have. The only thing that was pierced was steel, and the Skeleton Knight did not even tremble, and continued to charge at the Skull Lord who was half a head taller than it.

Both sides tacitly abandoned defense and blocking, the Skull Lord raised his axe and the Knight opened his claws, all ignoring the possible injuries caused by the other's attack. The confidence and pride of both sides were telling and roaring, and they were definitely able to completely destroy and chop up the enemy's attack before it landed!

Of course they have this confidence——

The Skull Lord and the Khorne Chopping Axe have fought against the knights of the Empire several times. This weapon can easily tear open the armor of the Patrol Knight or the Horned Viper Knight, drag out half of the driver with the barb and swallow it in one bite, enjoy the battle and killing, and then swallow the flesh and blood soaked in delicious fragrance.

The Knight was unmoved, because when she was a common Space Marine of the Flesh Tearers, she had seen enough of the power of the Slashing Axe to know her. Yes, this weapon could easily tear through the armor of a Land Raider, slaughtering its crew, and it had also crushed a Dreadnought into a pile of scrap metal. But how could it penetrate the armor of her ship?

The two behemoths converged in such silence. After all, the more agile Skeleton Knight was faster, and the last bend and claws had already thinned the demon engine that was too heavy to bend.

It was a terrifying steel claw so huge that each blade was nearly two meters long. Just like its terrifying deterrent power that was visible to the naked eye, the power claw carried endless light and heat and penetrated into the chest of the Skull Master like a hot knife through butter!

The sharp blades tore through the thick and tough shell, splitting the twisted flesh and bones, and then went one step further into the heavy blood vessels that were as thick as a mortal arm. The ten sharp blades stirred up a vortex from the bones and sticky chaotic evil power inside the skull. Then the imploding laser array directly evaporated tons of flesh and blood!

The next moment, the roaring axe also fell, the chainsaw roared, and the air was cut. The invisible air seemed to have turned into an ant-like obstacle, being compressed and cut without knowing its own strength! Then it was the Skeleton Knight himself - no one saw the fire, not even Astartes could catch any trace of the axe blade.

It was in this situation that the ground cracked. The incredibly thick ceramic steel deck exploded in an instant! The huge fragments that exploded alone completely shattered the two Astartes who were unable to dodge due to their injuries. The Skeleton Knight who had just severely injured the Skull Master was like being hit by a high-level disintegration spell.

It is hard to say that the thick adamantium armor played the theoretical blocking role. The front armor that was impacted did not even leave any iron chips. It was torn into pieces and then sublimated into gas. Almost the entire right side of the body was crushed into powder under the crushing of the Khorne Axe. Most of the right arm was broken under such a heavy blow, scraping open the Skull Lord's side abdomen and finally piercing into the wall on the side.

It was incomprehensible. Even a glance at the place where the axe was deeply embedded could not help but cause stinging pain in the eyes, dizziness, and bloodthirsty desire that almost broke through the psychological defenses of the Blood Angels. It was as if what was torn apart by the axe blade was not the knight or the deck, but the curtain between reality and illusion.

The knight who was hit by the monstrous malice seemed to be erased directly by an eraser, as if an invisible giant god was rebuilding reality. The traces left around him did not have the sense of reality of a physical universe, as if they were just stains left after being swallowed by the invisible evil spirit of the subspace.

The attack was successful, and the bloodthirsty demon's wild laughter rang out from the mechanical body of the Lord of the Skulls, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

The Angels fired in a standard spread formation, standing back to back in two loose lines. Each Marine stood two yards apart, so that their line covered about half the width of the chineway. The lines bent back at both ends, and the packs of the battle-brothers standing at the ends almost touched.

At some point, the Khorne demon army that had bypassed the Skull Lord like a wave of despair was also roaring wildly. The demon army, excited but unwilling to approach the two invincible demon gods, described the power of this terrifying demon vividly.

None of these creatures could get within fighting distance.

The Space Marines continued to fire, each fighting brother followed his own pace, and reloaded under the cover of his brothers when necessary. Their improved brains made microsecond adjustments, allowing them to hit their targets with every round of shooting. On the contrary, the ecstatic Skull Master.

It was like a skull thrower bombarding the earth, scattering burning skulls one after another without trying to distinguish whether it was targeting friendly forces or something else. It was just squandering unrestrained violence, and its wanton and invincible posture was really like a god of evil sitting on a brass skull throne descending to the mortal world.

He won the final victory in the duel in which he gave up avoiding it - is that really the case?

Just as the Skull Master lowered his noble head to look down at the tiny warriors playing like children and completely relaxed his vigilance, the powerless knight suddenly tensed his iron bones and muscles again. His left claw buried deep in his body grabbed him with force, and the broken half of his right arm also held the axe that he was about to pull out.

At least at this moment, the skull owner who was attacked by the theoretical corpse completely lost his ability to move and was fixed in place. The fatal arrow was no longer hidden. Where is the knight's driver? This initial question finally received an answer - right behind him!

The 'Son of Sanguinius', who had learned on his own how to minimize the anti-subspace aura and achieve absolute invisibility in the subspace, had been waiting for the opportunity to take down this powerful bloodthirsty demon with one blow. What good would it be if he just destroyed the armor it was wearing? The only result would be a massacre as they were inferior in hard power.

What she wanted was a one-hit kill! Just like the sacred blood of the first master flowing in her body, she wanted to completely destroy a bloodthirsty demon before the disaster really came! For this, even a despicable sneak attack from behind was not a problem.

That was a three-and-a-half-meter-long adamantine lance that was too big even for an Astartes and absolutely unsuitable for single-man land combat. Tens of tons of shining golden lightning naturally and abruptly pierced through the Skull Lord's rather small head.

After smashing the little face with bloody metal rabbit ears, it even continued to squeeze the two knight-level giants together and nailed them into the broken deck! The entire tank-like rear body of the Skull Master was lifted nearly two meters high by this huge force.

Chapter 90: Son of Sanguinius

This was a scene with great visual impact. The shadowy assassin, who was obviously smaller than the average Astartes, leaped high and nailed the over ten-meter-tall, almost dog-tank-sized Skull Lord and the bloodthirsty demon inside it to the ground. The waves and shattered armor made crackling sounds like exploding bombs.

This is the charm of sneak attacks. Whether it is crushing the weak with a gun or reversing the situation by using the weak to defeat the strong, the outcome can be decided in an instant under this unexpected blow.

It was like a small building, or even more exaggerated, a whole steel wall was forcibly embedded into the corridor! This corner of the battlefield suddenly became quiet, and the spreading impact overturned and even threw away everything that tried to stand.

Only a few Astartes could still stand up straight in this storm, which was like a near miss of heavy artillery, and was similar to being hit directly by friendly forces. However, they did not have the slightest anger at being affected by friendly forces, but only a little confusion.

In this bloody and dark Warhammer universe, there are many cases of ants trying to shake trees and mantises trying to stop cars. But most of those times are in despair, using sacrifices to exchange for a glimmer of hope. It is not common to see such a spectacle as Lin Daiyu uprooting a weeping willow. As a Blood Angel who is noble simply because of his own will, they are never afraid of sacrifice.

They were ready to break through the demon army as usual, paying the price of dozens of soldiers' lives to behead this overly powerful skull master. In the end, the flag that held out to the end here also burned in a pool of blood. This is the glory that the blood of Sanguinius deserves.

'But, what does this mean?'

Tycho took the mask off his face with difficulty. The disadvantage of not wearing a helmet was clearly revealed at this moment. A piece of armor fragment of more than ten centimeters first hit the shoulder armor protruding from his side, creating a spark. After buffering once, it spun and pierced through the half of the mask he was wearing, and finally got stuck on his skull.

The warm blood wet his face that was burned by flames, and Tycho could not even tell whether it was pure blood color or an illusion of his deep red thirst - how could there be an Astartes who looked like a demon prince who had ascended to the devil?

But the scent of that slightly thin figure was exactly the smell of the blood of Sanguinius that he was most familiar with. That was his cousin, or rather, his battle brother before the split of the Legion! A Flesh Tearer, the son of Sanguinius!

When his friend Seth, the former Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers, introduced him to this new and more powerful Astartes who had conquered the bloodthirst, he thought that Seth had been bewitched and corrupted by some unspeakable evil force. He did not give up until he checked again and again.

But he had never thought that these 'Sons of Sanguinius' mentioned by Seth were actually a statement? ! This overwhelming power compared to ordinary Astartes... It was as if they were the real Sons of Sanguinius, the direct bloodline of the most glorious demigod.

Tycho shook his head, suppressing the envy that shouldn't have arisen, purely because of witnessing his cousin's unreasonable strength. The battle was not over yet, and he had his own way of fighting. The scorching plasma blasted out from the hand cannon in his hand that was originally intended to face the Skull Lord directly, and a group of demons that had just climbed up turned back into a pool of filth on the ground the next moment.

The surging demon wave had ceased at some point - Chaos and the Undead were the most vulnerable factions, and their leaders, while serving as commanders, also served as the barracks. After being beheaded, their originally proud replenishment capabilities that could rival those of the Empire would collapse in an instant.

With the whistling battle cry of "Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!" the three companies of the Blood Angels regrouped and launched a final counter-charge. After three rounds of charges and shooting in a skirmish formation, there were rounds of chainsaws and power swords. Even the most bloodthirsty Khorne army was no match for the Astartes after losing their leader, the Archdaemon.

Even though theoretically the lowest-ranking vampires among the official demons were superhuman beings that could rival Astartes, in reality, in battle these demons were only qualified to fight against Astartes, and they fell and dissipated in an orderly manner like harvested wheat.

Whether it's the power sword shining with azure light or the chain saw roaring with the desire to tear flesh and blood, they all exert power far beyond imagination in the hands of these warriors who are more brutal than the demons of Khorne. It is a flesh grinder composed of a storm of whistling blades that attack like a mountain of waves.

Without the reckless reinforcements, the last remaining demon army was crushed almost at random by the Space Marines. Every demon's end was cut and crushed by the same sharp blade! Broken limbs, broken bone spurs, armor, and even gouged flesh and internal organs covered the entire thousand-meter-long corridor, extending from one end to the other.

The most tragic part of the war finally came to an end when the last demon, who was surrounded by a group of burly men, had his arm chopped off in anger and was chopped into seven or eight pieces.

Tycho turned around and saw that the gradually dissipating remains of the demons had even covered the entire thousand-meter-wide corridor. The sticky filth that was above his ankles horrified him. Even among the tens of thousands of rebels and nearly ten thousand naval soldiers, there were still thousands of demon corpses.

Among them, the corpses of nearly two hundred Chaos Astartes wearing corrupted and profane armor were particularly conspicuous. Even Tycho couldn't believe that they had achieved such a brilliant result with only less than eighty warriors and most of them suffered casualties.

Almost the entire enemy elite on the left wing of the flagship were dragged into this final reckoning. A real sharp blade had been standing at the forefront of the charging spear formation, and he had to admit that he seemed to have returned to the great days when he had fantasized more than once about fighting with the Primarch.

He could now truly tell what it felt like to have an invincible general as his sharp edge. The battle was like a smooth massacre, and all the enemy's formations and preparations were completely crushed in an instant. This kind of battle was no longer a struggle with all one's strength, but more like an enjoyment.

Following the leader who was tearing everything apart at the front, swinging his sword, marching, and trampling, he no longer needed to consider the things that had become his daily habits. He just went forward and won. It was only after the battle was completely over that he realized how many enemies he had chopped into pieces.

Involuntarily, his eyes were filled with eagerness. How powerful, the road is under your feet. If every Blood Angel could be like this, no, even if they were a little weaker, they could kill their way into the Eye of Terror, capture Abaddon alive, and use Horus's corpse to worship their Gene-Father, then the noble Sanguinius would not be a luxury.

Chapter 91: Passing By

But no matter what Tycho thinks now, he will not ask about the secrets of his battle brothers at will. Even if it is about cooperation, it must be discussed by Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, and Seth, the Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers. In terms of discipline, the Astartes Founding Group has always been guaranteed.

Over the past ten millennia, the nine founding groups have never seen a tragedy of defection or degeneration, and the reason is inseparable from the clear internal discipline. Every decision made by the group or individual needs to go through more than ten years or even dozens of years of thorough scrutiny, only in this way can they maintain their purity and glory.

This is especially true for technologies that are closely related to the Astartes themselves. Anyway, there is nothing major going on in Baal recently, and Dante stays at home every day. Thinking of this, Tycho just felt a little funny in his heart - Lao Deng went to the Hades Galaxy for no one knows what, but he undoubtedly missed the 13th Black Expedition, which was the most worthwhile battle for.

Their gains in this battle alone were equal to the results of hundreds of years of battles in normal times. With the assistance of the Son of Sanguinius, they only suffered the casualties of 52 battle brothers and slew an army of demons led by a Greater Daemon. One hundred and eighty-eight Chaos Astartes and more than 6,000 Khorne Daemons were purified by their blood.

To fight with a broken company to achieve the effect of a whole regiment, even if it was borrowed strength, was a completely commendable honor. Especially such a hearty battle, which might not be forgotten even a hundred years later. By then, the Son of Sanguinius, who belonged to the Blood Angels, should have appeared.

He had never entered the core command circle of the Empire's Dread Shield, and he still didn't know what kind of enemy the Empire would face in the 13th Black Crusade, and how tragic the consequences would be if it was defeated or even just made a mistake. He just imagined the glorious future of the chapter based on everything he saw, waiting, and full of hope.

However, from the perspective of the Third Company of the Blood Angels at this moment, this was indeed a glorious victory, not only in the battle they had just experienced, but also in a larger scope.

Everything in the general direction was going according to Speyer's prediction. The two fleets on the flanks had completely surrounded the last fleet of the Chaos Alliance. At this time, all they had to do was to escape safely. The changes in the general direction were also gradually reflected in the Blood Angels who were still fighting on the left wing.

As they continued their attack after a brief rest, gathering the scattered mortal troops bit by bit to retake the previously lost areas, Tycho discovered that the enemy's offensive was becoming weaker and weaker for some reason - not to mention the organized CSM (Chaos Astartes) or demons, even the fallen mortal troops led by CSM were rare.

Chaos Spawn, pure mortal rebels, severely mutated mutants, Chaos Followers, such a motley army gradually gathered, but both the level of eliteness and the number had dropped several levels. This was definitely not entirely their credit, and he still had some self-awareness. Only rookies would be blinded by victory.

The enemy's troops were greatly reduced in both quantity and quality, so the change must be due to the root cause. 'In other words, the balance of victory in the naval battle is tilting towards us?' Tycho's mind flashed with that confident figure, 'No, it might be even more incredible if it was him.'

Using only two battleships to head-on attack a large fleet of hundreds of warships would be tantamount to seeking death in the eyes of anyone. No matter how powerful the commander was, it was impossible for him to chop half of the enemy ships into pieces with a knife. The only difference was how many damn Chaos beasts they could take away before being destroyed.

However, Speyer was the one who made the impossible possible, whether it was the previous annihilation of the main force of the Plague Fleet, or the yet-to-happen defeat of Abaddon with Guilliman and Macragge in Gothic Fleet 2 (Va Banxian: A heavy rain ruined my dream of becoming a god), all of which were wins in absolute disadvantages.

Even in the center of the battlefield, the whistling bombs and chaotic war cries around could not overwhelm Speyer's calm command. All the computing power that could be mobilized and the recaptured communication channels were used for command at this time. With the two fleets so close, every second of error could lead to a direct collision.

Spyr had no intention of gambling on the Phoenix, and even at the moment when he reduced the engine output to supply the void shield, he was just barely able to do so. Any, even the weakest impact would exceed a round of battleship salvos, and Agamemnon's void shield no longer had the redundancy to withstand such a blow. In other words, this would be an Eastern game that could only be completed with one life.

Even the most agile battleships are still extremely bulky behemoths. Operating two such battleships to play a barrage game? Even with a powerful macro-cannon array that can indirectly interfere with the movement of the chaotic chaotic fleet, this difficulty is no less than peeling the shell of a raw egg with bare hands without spilling the egg liquid.

But in Speyer's hands, the still bulky battleship was unexpectedly as smooth as threading a needle, as if he was controlling two fleets at the same time to avoid each other.

The battle ended not until Speyer avoided the last light cruiser that tried to ram and stop him, and watched the other party tear open the flagship's tail flame, just pass through the gaps in the fleet, and then be torn into a pool of space junk that gradually moved away under the action of inertia.

"Return to center, ship number two, right rudder five. All fleets forward four, maximum speed!" It didn't matter even if the void shield was overloaded and collapsed after the energy supply was reduced. When the two fleets finally crossed each other, Speyer had completed all his tasks, and in an extremely excessive way!

The large fleet that originally had nearly a hundred ships was now reduced to only twenty-six, and the only battleship had been sunk. Even if there were still seven damaged cruisers, they could not cause any trouble. The flanking fleet had completed the encirclement, and the rest were just trapped in a jar.

After he cleared out the boarding troops that he had no time to deal with before and deployed the special operations team, he would turn to complete the final encirclement and declare the complete victory of the Marin District and even the entire Agrippina Second Front. After that, whether it was going north to connect with the Misty Star Region Navy Headquarters Belis-Corona or going south to support the Third Front, he no longer needed to intervene.

The two burning fleets heading in opposite directions drew streaks of light in the dark universe. At this speed, even a severely mutated Chaos fleet would take tens of minutes to complete the turn. By then, the relative distance between the two sides would return to the point where Agamemnon was able to launch a unilateral overhead fire.