Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Unlike other legions that are deployed on the battlefield as a bonus military force, the real use of Alpha is multiplication. 1.2 times is not as good as adding another , but what if the base value is ? The bonuses and deductions brought by intelligence and initiative will be enough to decide the outcome of the battle.

On the surface, the Salmin hid his strength well and was ready for battle, but Magnus and Mortarion in the dark had their cards exposed. How many fleets they had, how many offspring and servants they brought, when they were going to launch the attack, what their strategic deployment was... all were leaked out.

As the saying goes, "Use what the world agrees with you to attack what your relatives oppose you." Therefore, a gentleman does not fight, but if he fights, he will surely win. Even though Chaos has the advantage of time, the advantage of the terrain and the harmony of people will determine the outcome of this "war to end all wars." Since falling into this abyss, Salmin has been accumulating strength for this battle, and he is destined to fight this battle!

Moreover, he will win.

Well, the oath-taking phase came to an end, and Salmin wanted to look at something more practical, such as the specific situation of the Chaos United Fleet that he had just sorted out.

First is Abaddon's fleet, which has the most complete information. Its flagship, the Spirit of Vengeance, has remained unchanged for thousands of years. It is already the highest level of ritual site, a heavyweight that Salmin dare not board, and is also the most powerful Queen of Glory-class battleship on the Chaos side. But Salmin also has a real trump card that he has never used -

The flagship of the human empire, the emperor's vehicle, the symbol of the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor's Dream! A super-titan with a total length of 57 kilometers and a displacement eight times that of the Queen of Glory, it is the most powerful battleship in service in the galaxy and also the proud half of him/her.

Of Abaddon's remaining fleet, apart from the Planet Killer and the Glorious Queen's Omen of Doom, which he had destroyed in Jubal, the only ones worth noting were the two Black Stone Fortresses.

That's right, two. I don't know how Abaddon persuaded the Red Pirate Huron to join the war, but this time the fleet was severely damaged and he did not hand over the Blackstone Fortress. This means that he needs to pay attention to one more "ritual dagger". But Abaddon stopped there, and his remaining large fleet was just a number of exchange.

Another powerful fleet without a Primarch is the World Eaters fleet of Oathbreaker Corthorax, the Queen of Glory-class battleship Conqueror, 3 heavy cruisers, and 8 escort squadrons. The Queen of Glory is here, so where is Angron? Oh, I killed him, that's all right.

Fulgrim didn't come, he was playing badly in the warp, but a lot of his descendants came here in scattered places. Soul Breaker Eidolon, Julius Kasolon, Undying Blade Lucius... together they were quite powerful. But it was well known that the comprehensive strength of the Emperor's children or the S family could only be subtracted, not added.

It was Ogryn who was crazy. When Salmin saw the fleet led by Magnus, he thought it was Magnus he had killed 19 times on Armageddon - the flagship Tizca's Revenge, the Radiance of the Glorious Queen, 99 battleships, 99 strike cruisers, and escort squadrons. Damn it, you're using all your wealth to fight me, right?

Nearly 70,000 red characters, really, this is the limit of the Thousand Sons Legion. If the Thousand Sons only have these people, he has no doubt that Magnus can bring hundreds of thousands of Chaos Astartes. Salmin didn't know when he had offended this Ogryn. What kind of hatred or grudge did he have? It can't be jealousy, right?

Of course not. From Salmin's perspective, the two of them certainly had no relationship. But in fact, when he threw the True Spirit of Khorne as a disposable grenade and blew up the Crystal Labyrinth of the Sanctuary of Tzeentch, someone's entire fortune and two soul fragments used for research were quietly placed in this theoretically safest place. Then, bang!

Magnus, whose family was bombed for the second time and whose soul fragments were 'stolen', had PTSD and was completely red-hot! In response, the Lord of Change just smiled and requisitioned Ahriman, his favorite, and ordered him to go to the Black Library to fetch a prophecy and a joke for him. It doesn't matter, no matter who wins, it is a victory for him, Tzeentch.

As for Mortarion, the Lord of Death, it can only be said that the Death Guard is the most intact and closest to the Legion period of the Rebellion. He did not bring much fleet, the Glorious Queen's Endurance, 3 battleships, 37 strike cruisers, and 37 escort squadrons.

In contrast, there are a total of 170,000 Death Guards. These stinky cans swore to judge anyone who dared to disrespect the kind father Nurgle, and then use their blades and gifts to open up the Scarlet Road, and give the corrupt empire as a gift to their beloved supreme and benevolent father.

As for Lorgar, the final holder of the truth, even Alpha had only heard that he might come. However, there have been flocks of crows appearing in some parts of the subspace recently, so it remains to be seen whether he can come.

Then this last calm before the storm is his last window to build up his army. Ha, Salmin is going to fight his last battle!

Chapter 97: The Last Calm of the New Year

When everything in front of Salmin turned into a continental blizzard swept by biting cold winds, which could even obscure the targets of orbital bombardment, he finally arrived at his loyal Kaleisus, the planet where Cawl finally opened the webway to Macragge with the help of the Eldar, and where the front-line command center is now located.

The overly luxurious fortress community reinforced with mechanical arks and other cruisers is located at an incredible angle between the white mountains. This is the advantage of using sunken battleships as fortresses. The wind and snow are blocked by the navigation shield (a working form of the void shield). Under this geographical advantage, an attack will only create a desperate road with flesh and blood.

No heavy weapon could cross the mountains and overload the battleship-level void shield in the snow and wind at minus 40 to 50 degrees Celsius, and then shatter the more than ten-meter-thick adamantium composite armor. Except for the Titans... But the two Titan legions deployed by Salmin around the fortress group are more than just good-looking.

This will be the first line of defense Chaos faces, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will also be the last. If Chaos wants to win, it must capture or shut down this webway hub to cut off the continuous flow of supplies and personnel from the entire Skarrus, which means that Chaos' army must attack an empire that is squatting and fighting with the webway transfusion under these heavy debuffs.

Is there anything more desperate than fighting a messy battle with a heavy imperial entourage?

Yes, that is, the weight of the Empire will be transported to you at the fastest speed through the webway. And you have to land in dense anti-aircraft artillery fire, and then travel hundreds of kilometers through snow-capped mountains at minus 40 to 50 degrees Celsius under the bombardment of Titan Legions and naval guns, just to come here to be hit by a laser.

As for Chaos filling up the endless sea of ​​demons? The black stones he buried were not in vain. Although they were not obelisks that could directly close the subspace rifts, the wedge-shaped black stone pillars that were not fully activated could suppress the surging subspace waves and the demons in them one by one.

With the black stone pillar transferred from other star systems in the Star Salary Zone under the Mechanical Ark as the center of the sphere, the space and the subspace curtain within a radius of more than 2,000 kilometers have almost turned into the hardest alloy barriers. Any evil spirits or holy spirits in the subspace are powerless to run rampant in this [Permafrost Empire, Endless Ice and Flame Age].

The answer is the older, the stronger! As the culmination of necromancy technology that has been left over from 60 million years ago, even if the technological barbarians (referring to the elite great sages in the Emperor's Claws) who are completely confused about it simply connect those black stone pillars to energy, the impact caused is enough to support a pure sky for him and the Empire at the forefront of the Eye of Terror.

A clean expanse of eternal frozen soil, greedily waiting to drink the flesh and souls of hundreds of thousands of Chaos Astartes and tens of billions of Chaos Followers - this is the last cry of the ice field that is about to be tainted by killing and chaos. This world, which also stood at the forefront of the ancient elves' surveillance of the past rifts 60 million years ago, has experienced too much.

When the dead world whose past glory and wars were completely buried under the wind and snow of tens of millions of years once again ushered in the war it most desired, the eternal war between the physical universe and the subspace, it seemed that even the soul of the planet was trembling.

Ha, although this is just a metaphor, when Salmin, surrounded by the crowd, stood at the top of the Ark Fortress Group and looked at the two Titan legions patrolling in the wind and snow, he really felt an urge of excitement and even a desire for war.

The giants in the ice and snow, the majestic divine machines, were still visible as majestic silhouettes even from tens of kilometers away. And at the end of the glaciers and the sky further away, the huge fleets guarding the planet and the city in the sky were unabashedly displaying their unrivaled absolute violence.

That was victory, the confidence that comes from sheer strength. Even with a sharp blade in hand, he would still want to kill. What's more, Salmin, who had the strongest armed group assembled since the Great Crusade of the Empire, had to sit here and wait for the war to come to him.

He couldn't help but hug the beautiful figure in front of him. He had entrusted her with an important task and left her alone in Kronstadt, which was under pressure in Cardia. Only when facing this strong and tall ship girl could he let go of everything, bury himself completely in her furry cloak and plump and warm body, and forget everything in silence.

The silver-white ponytail that hung down to her calves scratched Salmin's cheek, and the faint fragrance embraced all of him. He did not ask for a kiss as usual, but just quietly enjoyed the hug that pressed the two of them together tightly without leaving a single gap, feeling the rhythm of the smooth and delicate back of her neck and the unique scent steaming up from her hot body with his breath.

"Comrade Commander..." The sensitive back of her neck, which had always been protected by the towering fur, could clearly feel the cold face and the warm breath that made her whole body softer. Yes, it's a little wet.

However, the commander's worrying, unprecedentedly adorable look like a young animal made her unwilling to disturb this rare time when he was only acting cute to her. "——I'm here." What else could she say? In this atmosphere, no matter how charming the words were, she couldn't say them. Today, she would just be a "sister" for the first time in a long time.

Salmin didn't have any romantic thoughts. They were already an old married couple, and he had always been the one being played. The married couples who had pledged for years before finally getting to eat meat were always particularly proactive, until recently when they began to restrain themselves a little.

He simply hugged her, leaning on this rare lover he could rely on, gently caressing her slightly protruding belly, which was the astringent protrusion unique to girls with slender waists. For more than ten minutes, the two of them, who had already become cuddled together, separated in this bone-melting warmth.

"I'm sorry, Klang..." Salmin's unromantic words were blocked by the fragrant breeze and red lips blowing in his face, "Comrade Commander, are you feeling better? After all, you are still a child. If you want to find your sister to relax... you can do it anytime."

"Much better... Sister." All the anxiety, tension, fighting spirit and charm returned to calm. "But not today, at least not before Jean Bart agrees. Compared to this, transferring the 71th Army and the th Army here will better strengthen the defense of the C Pass and the surrounding highlands."

"I'll agree." Kronstadt compared the simulated sand table with the real mountain in the distance. "Let me see, there is really no problem with reinforcements like this. The large number of Hydras deployed by the 24th Army can also increase the air defense and anti-Astartes firepower nearby. It's just that——"

"only?"

"If the commander improves the defense of the C71 area to this extent, then the C84 high ground next to it will be subjected to higher enemy firepower than expected. Unfortunately, the battle width there is not wide enough to deploy more mortal troops. It will be the bloodiest two-way fueling tactic. But if it is arranged like this -"

The war simulations and deployments for various matters and accidents continued until late at night. It was a pity that Kronstadt did not succeed even in the end. Perhaps "winning" itself was a curse, just like the red giant who was ready to go in front of his descendants.

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Chapter 1: Fremas Outpost ()

The fall of Fremas was inevitable.

Salmin regarded this vanguard planet, which had been so traumatized that it had long lost its function as an agricultural world, as a definite sacrifice. Its role was only a buffer - the Chaos fleet could jump directly into Cadia, and Fremas ahead of its route was just a convenience for groups of transport ships to pass by.

Salmin would not deploy too many fleets here to reduce the most important defense of Cadia. The fleet patrolling here was only used for early warning. But if the main force of the enemy fleet was really bold enough to sweep away the patrol fleet left by Salmin with the so-called thunderbolt force, then the eyes could serve as bait.

The relocation of the Forge World of Kanzan was also coming to an end. In the face of powerful ships and cannons and the visible threat of Chaos, even the proud Oil Man had to surrender. Cadia, which retained the vast battlefield plains, thus dramatically assumed a new responsibility - as a half-fortress and half-forge world, it contributed the last light and heat.

Perhaps when Cawl came and discovered the secrets of the Black Stone, and with the undisguised promotion of the Om Messiah faith by Salmin, it would not be a far-fetched fantasy for Cadia to become a large forge world specializing in the application of Black Stone. It's just... a little strange, one of the specialties is the forge world of the Cadian Blitzkrieg?

Fremas, the ruins of the former agricultural world, only tens of thousands of servitors and those stubborn elements who resolutely refused to be reformed by Salmin were left. Salmin's attitude towards these diehards who were loyal to the Empire and the Emperor but unwilling to obey his orders was to understand but not accept them.

Yes, he is suspicious. The dispute between the navy and the army is an old one. He can understand it, but any instability is unacceptable to him. He is not in the mood to engage in a classic power struggle with a group of people. The High Castle Master is my man. Either go to Fremas and serve the Empire, or be shot on the spot for disobeying orders. Make your choice.

Either be respectable or be respected.

This is the time to use troops in a muddy way. Dozens of proactive and decent commanders at all levels and nearly one million blitzkrieg troops under their command who refuse to obey are the first defense that Salmin prepared for Chaos in accordance with the original story. Similarly, a self-willed mortal supreme commander who is at odds with the living saint will also be the first impression he deliberately leaves on the ascended primarchs.

In fact, even though the information about the Ascended Primarch was all over the place in Salmin, almost everyone in the Empire on the battlefield of Cadia didn't even know what the Ascended Primarch was. The Emperor only had nine children. Why is there thirteen engraved on the Regent's armor? Heresy, how about this, you turn around first, I'll treat you.

The commander was like this, and these troops didn't even know what kind of enemy they were going to face. How could such an isolated and authentic imperial navy and army not make the enemy feel familiar? Not to mention playing the role of bait, with the value of this unit, even if it just allowed Chaos to maintain inertial thinking through this victory, Salmin would make a huge profit.

Every sacrifice was not wasted. Since Salmin was determined to unleash the sharp blade of the Alpha Legion in Cadia to achieve a greater victory in one fell swoop, he did not need to care about the gains and losses of a city or a soldier. A battle in which Bayash could not win would kick off the prelude to the true apocalypse.

After all, an Imperial Guard without too many heavy weapons can really be called cheap, even if they are the famous Cadian Blitzkrieg. But this is Cadia, who isn't?

He had experienced the weakness of the Cadian Blitzkrieg, which had not been reorganized into a mechanized and synthetic new army, when facing the organized demons and Chaos Astartes troops during the fall of Cadia. Mortals can only rely on discipline and faith to fight against those unspeakable things, and Salmin does not need an army that does not obey orders.

It is cruel to say that their final way of serving the Emperor was to use their futile death to finally gain the Empire's advantage on another level. But they were not alone - Salmin sent them to die, not out of personal emotion.

This must be a battle where Chaos' victory is inevitable, but the Ascended Primarch must actually appear. There are some things that cannot be reflected in Alpha's retelling, such as the combat effectiveness of the Ascended Primarch, which Salmin is most concerned about, and the comprehensive combat effectiveness of the Ascended Primarch when he leads the legion.

For this purpose, Salmin specially deployed a combat force of the Emperor's Claw in Fremas, namely thirty guardsmen and three times the number of Sisters of Silence; a super heavy tank regiment and two spear formations of knights. Although there were no precious Titans, but for this reason, the Titans of the Black Oiler would certainly not be deployed casually.

As mentioned before, there is a serious gap in the combat power of the Empire and even the Rebellion Legion. When the density of the Warp is not enough for the Great Demon to descend on the physical universe with a relatively worthwhile consumption, except for the Primarch himself, they actually have no troops that can suppress the Custodians. When the deadlock is unbearable, the Primarch is the best solution to break the deadlock.

After all, the Primarch still loves their offspring. As for forcibly replacing this group of guards in front of another Primarch with hundreds or thousands of casualties? This is probably something that only Mr. Pixar can do. Oh, that's not entirely true. If it were Iron Warrior, Perturabo would probably have to kill eleven times before he could feel relieved.

There seemed to be no signs of the Fremas outpost battle.

When the blasphemous fleet sailed out from the deepest darkness, those infamous Chaos Lords and even the God-chosen Champions whose battle records alone could make a child stop crying seemed to be gathered here by beings far superior to them - for Chaos, which is just a general term, the dozens of fleets that were clearly distinguished and neatly arranged in the void were truly incredible.

The Great Plunderer is absolutely incapable of doing this. Even though he has the title of Chaos Warmaster, those equally unruly lords and God's Chosen will not have any respect for him. Cooperation is fine, and working hard is fine, but willingly submitting? You don't deserve it!

The commander of the fleet stationed in Fremas is the former Lord Admiral of the Cadia Fleet. If this were an urban novel, it would take several chapters to talk about this guy who was kicked to the border without doing anything. But in Warhammer, you only need to know that the only thing worthy of praise for this noble who has violated countless laws is his loyalty.

This is also the only reason why Salmin kept him. An imperial official can only meet two of the following options at most: capable, loyal, and incorruptible. Among them, the most important and most common one is undoubtedly eternal and absolute loyalty.

When this Lord Admiral, who was by no means stupid, saw such a fleet, he knew exactly what he should do - "Astropath sends an urgent telegram to Cadia, 2.382.999.M41, our army witnessed the main Chaos fleet in Fremas! Send another high-speed intelligence boat through the warp channel, and make sure to deliver the information!"

"All fleets, torpedo formation, delaying the battle!" His voice hesitated for a moment, but then became firm again in an instant, "I am the admiral of the Cadia fleet, De Armitage, I will be with you, and with the Emperor-class battleship 'Imperial Peace'!"

"Imperial Navy, facing death, forward four times - for the Emperor!"

Chapter 2: Fremas Outpost ()

The Admiral had experienced countless battles, big and small, decades ago, but no enemy could compare to the one he faced today - the chaotic fleet had no intention of concealing itself at all. It was a huge and blasphemous black mixed with red, blue, green and pink, a dirty sky that was beyond human imagination!

It was as if the sky itself was part of the enemy. From the brilliant deep purple rift that seemed to tear apart the Milky Way, a new sky stretched out, and countless signals instantly filled the sophisticated auspicious instruments of the Emperor-class battleships: one thousand, two thousand, three thousand... until a corner of the light green disk was completely dyed bloody crimson.

It was a desperate scene, but Salmin, who had been monitoring the battlefield he had already chosen, frowned slightly. Too cautious, this was just an outpost fleet, not to mention the Blackstone Fortress, which was his primary target, and even the Queen of Glory only had one ship, the Spirit of Vengeance.

Although he had expected this, he still felt a little sorry when he saw it. If the Chaos Fleet still had a considerable reserve fleet, he would have been strategically passive and could only defend Cadia. Even though he had destroyed more than 700 warships and thousands of transport ships in Jubal, he could not change this fact.

"Have the main fleet stop preparing for the warp jump and continue patrolling the Cadia system." Preventing the Great Rift from opening is the top priority. Not to mention that he only has a slight advantage on paper, even if he is overwhelming. As long as he doesn't get rid of the Blackstone Fortress, he is at a disadvantage strategically.

This is how defense works in the high-speed era, tactically superior but strategically inferior. But fortunately, the Primarch also has his own pride. If the Primarch is willing to lose face and fight guerrilla warfare with him, that would be truly tragic. But fortunately, that didn't happen, at least not yet.

For the admiral, now was the most tragic moment. Even if the Chaos Fleet's reckless warp jumps exposed their information, the difference in numbers of hundreds of times meant that this little hidden advantage only changed the situation from an immediate execution to a death sentence.

From the familiar identification code, he had determined the specific origin of the enemy. It was the Cadia Fleet, the nightmare of the entire Imperial Navy, a legendary Glorious Queen-class battleship. However, tens of thousands of years of depravity and corruption had distorted its shape and twisted it into an evil will and the most blasphemous name - the Spirit of Vengeance.

That was the flagship and symbol of the Great Despoiler Abaddon. The most noble throne belonged to a man who could never be avoided in the Warhammer universe, and was inherited by his descendant, Ezekiel Abaddon, in the ten millennia that followed. But today, the throne was empty - a more noble and polite guest than Abaddon came to the room in his memory.

"I seem to see him again. Back then, we gathered here together to discuss how to drag the father who betrayed us into the abyss... and now, only I have broken free from all constraints and finally taken control of my own destiny." The voice paused for a moment.

"Abaddon, oh no, Warmaster—" He couldn't help laughing as if he had said something ridiculous, "Haha, Warmaster of Chaos, you know, it's 377.999.M41 now. The most suitable time to attack, both for me and for that Ogryn hiding behind. You should know more about the magic of numbers..."

The tall and mighty giant standing in front of the porthole turned around. The dim light was not even able to illuminate his entire body clearly, but even if it was just a little bit of projection, anyone who was not blind could feel the transcendence and strangeness that far exceeded that of ordinary people or Astartes. That was the Son of God!

The Ascended Primarch, Mortarion the Lord of Death, once again pointed his scythe of blasphemy at the human empire, which had already weakened to the extreme.

Of course, Abaddon had to bow to him, even if Mortarion was not his genetic father, but the Astartes had a unified respect for the Primarch. Maybe those new generation of little guys would misjudge what a Primarch is due to ignorance and being born without a father, but this rule does not apply to him, Abaddon.

He glanced at the huge projection in front of him that clearly showed the position and even the image of the Imperial Fleet. How could the Queen of Glory, the gift given by the Emperor to his most beloved child, be bothered by such a small distance? The ridiculous behavior of the Imperial Fleet was like an ant in amber trying to escape. "Respected Lord of Death, victory will be inevitable."

"A beautiful and precious Emperor-class battleship, the Pax Imperialis?" This beautiful vision even made Abaddon laugh out loud. "What a ridiculous name! In the name of my father, I will take her away from the hands of the false emperor's followers. As for her new name, it will be the Scarlet Road."

The so-called Scarlet Path was Abaddon's fantasy of his great achievements after occupying Cadia before he blew up Cadia in a rage. It was equivalent to the strengthened Great Rift. If the Imperial Peace turned into the Scarlet Path, it would be a wonderful mockery, especially for an Emperor-class ship. This was also Abaddon's echo of Mortarion, an absolute victory and insult!

For him, this was just a prelude to revenge. The experience of Jubal escaping death, or more insultingly, letting him go, filled him with anger. Fremas was just the beginning. With the help of the Primarch, he will tear apart and seize the entire human empire! He will make anyone who humiliates him, his existence as the warmaster of chaos, pay the price!

The Black Legion's main fleet quickly left the jump point under Abaddon's command. Compared to those Slaanesh followers who couldn't stop wanting to have fun once they entered the physical universe, the Black Legion's fleet could be said to be disciplined. Seven squadrons that catered to the needs of the Black Legion spread out and searched every corner where the Imperial fleet might be hiding.

But this was just a disguise. The Spirit of Vengeance cut in the direction of the Imperial Peace at an almost reckless angle. If it didn't approach alone, how could it board the ship and seize it? There were many people who couldn't recognize the situation, especially in the Imperial Navy, only a few could recognize the difference between the Queen of Glory and an ordinary battleship.

There is never a shortage of Old Tan battleships, cruisers, and even destroyers that try to get close to fire at the Queen of Glory's broadside. There are especially many idiots in the Imperial Navy who have been brainwashed by the Pseudo-Emperor Cult (like the Silver Dawn battle group in Gothic Fleet 2CG, which rushed over but had the entire fleet blown up in one round).

The Queen of Glory-class battleship was never a battleship, but the idiots in the Imperial Navy who had never actually seen the Queen of Glory outside the battlefield often had such misunderstandings by only looking at written records. What Abaddon was waiting for was the result of this fantasy.

When the blasphemous and majestic figure of the Queen of Glory crossed the galaxy, completely ignoring the electronic warfare interference that should have been effective, dived into the nebula where the Emperor-class battleships were hidden, and avoided the long-planned torpedoes, there was no suspense anymore - it should have been like this.

The broadside guns on the Spirit of Vengeance were being urgently reloaded, and only the defensive turrets were bombarding the "small ship", but nothing could drive this martyr of peace away from the desperate charge against the Spirit of Vengeance. By now, could Abaddon still not understand that she had never thought of victory other than the collision from the beginning? That was not a fool, but a madman!

Several squadrons of interceptors swept across the flank of the Emperor-class battleship, intercepting the torpedoes and boarding boats that were attacking her with barrages or even themselves. She had never reached such a distance before, only less than 50 kilometers away from Abaddon's flagship. Now, neither side had the right to evade.

As the roaring Imperial Peace sailed towards death and the end with this hope, the admiral felt his hands trembling. His life was about to end, with her. But considering that he had been the captain of this battleship for the past hundred years, it seemed a fair trade that the commander would live and die with the ship.

When he approached to ten kilometers from the Spirit of Vengeance, he lost her void shield, and that was only the first round of salvos. Fortunately, it seemed that the Spirit of Vengeance did not have the experience of CQC specializing in head-crushing, and the next round of torpedoes was also in the final recharge of booster propellant.

Closer, closer! When it was only five kilometers away from the Spirit of Vengeance, the giant warship was so panicked that it began to fire anti-aircraft guns. He could clearly see the blasphemous and twisted energy overflowing on it, and the portholes were shining with a dim, strong red light like a furnace, shining on his face.

He could also feel the heavy footsteps of boots clad in power armor, charging through the gantry toward the bridge. The armored doors were three inches of solid ceramite, but he had no illusions about how long they would hold off the enemy.

With a vengeful spirit filling his frantic vision, he was only one step away from success. The Admiral gave his final orders, "Fire the torpedoes, overload the reactors!", and then he stepped forward to meet his fate.

In the fire so fierce that it shook the entire command room, he saw black figures emerging from the smoke, holding grenade launchers.

"For the Emperor!" The admiral raised the exquisite plasma pistol that had not been fired for twelve years and pulled the trigger towards the fire. Then, the dull and continuous sound of bullets filled the entire cabin.

The Imperial Peace exploded.

In the brilliant fireworks, all the humans, demons, and Chaos Astartes fighting on it, as well as their thoughts and hopes, all disappeared in the flames. The disintegrated fragments finally hit the Spirit of Vengeance - the wound that was bitten by the two fatal torpedoes of the Imperial Peace was severely cut open.

Chapter 3: Fremas Outpost ()

That burning wound was the final proof of the glory of the Imperial Navy, but also Abaddon's shame.

But this would not really cause him any harm. Unlike torpedoes that were difficult to resist at slow speeds, this level of high-speed battleship collision could not even break through the Spirit of Vengeance's void shield, let alone hurt Abaddon - it should have been like this.

But Abaddon was not the only one in the command room at this time. Xiao Mo never indulged anyone. Losing the glory he vowed to achieve was what he could not tolerate the most. Not giving him a big blow from the Lion King was already the consequence of his father's "self-cultivation". "Captain of the First Company of the Luna Wolves, Son of Horus, Ezekiel Abaddon——"

The voice was low and suppressed, as if trying to suppress the rage that could destroy everything. The words wrapped in supernatural evil power froze Abaddon in place like a child. "You swore in the name of your father, my brother, and then brought disgrace to his name. You should be ashamed!"

Mortarion's scythe slammed heavily on the ground. For the Primarch who was the power itself, some things were far more useful than words. An unexpectedly violent impact passed directly over the seven Death Shrouds who had been guarding him, and this force almost hit Abaddon!