Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

The restraint of words collapsed in an instant, but the power of the momentum that was compressed for a moment was more than several times increased. Even Abaddon's heavy body in the Terminator was unable to compete with it - only a black shadow flew out like lightning, and even the ceramic steel wall had to succumb to Abaddon at this moment.

The magic sword that he never let go of was thrown to the ground again, and the sharp edge of Horus's claw left several thin cuts on the wall of the command room. At that moment, Abaddon seemed to really see the shadow of his father - in the black vision and broken blood light.

Even when Abaddon was pierced by Koswain's sword on Jubal, he was not in such a miserable state. But he still had to thank Mortarion for his mercy and restraint. If that scythe had hit his small body directly, he would not have fallen to the ground so easily.

This casual punishment also made him suddenly recall what kind of almost god-like beings these people who were imprisoned in the form of humans were: Scions of the Emperor, masters of the galaxy!

As he struggled to pry himself out of the sunken wall, the command room, which had become empty again, only echoed the notice issued by the proud primarch, "The Death Guard and Eidolon will completely purify this planet. Fremas will be the first sacrifice of this great expedition to end the false emperor's kingdom."

In this regard, he had no choice but to obey. After Jubaldur lost more than a quarter of his forces, his reputation and combat power were far from enough to challenge Nurgle's most beloved Primarch of Ascended Magic, the Lord of Death, and the Pale Prince. In the era of the Primarch, he had no choice but to obey...

He was waiting for a defeat, a great war and defeat that would sweep these old antiques of the old night and the new God of Death into the garbage dump. Just like he kept silent and concealed the information about the Queen of Glory and the "Valkyrie" who seemed to be even beyond the ordinary Primarch. Wait, and be full of expectations.

His Scarlet Path does not require the existence of these inhuman creatures, just like his attitude towards Chaos. His respect for the Primarchs who have completely turned to Chaos other than his father is just pure exploitation. A brand new human empire led by him, Abaddon, is his real pursuit and goal, not Chaos.

Therefore, it is not a betrayal. "Witch, pass the order, order all warships not to enter Cadia. Let our great primarch show his bravery. Our fleet continues the orbital bombardment of Fremas, just for show."

He wanted to see if the Endurance was so tough that it could escape unscathed from the siege of several Glorious Queens. Even the Primarch could not reverse the outcome of a grand naval battle. When the Pale Prince was pale and panicked like a hyena, could he still be so arrogant?

Like Abaddon's ambitions, the flame of Fremas has never been extinguished. Since she first fell to the Chaos warbands, the smell of fertilizers and various agricultural mixtures in her atmosphere has been replaced by blood and smoke - the outpost of Cadia, the Imperium's everlasting fortress, is forever soaked in death and destruction.

Fortunately, on this planet where the population had been relocated by Salmin, the only resource that could be considered a resource besides its geographical advantages was the garrison. A million Cadian blitzkrieg troops and ten times that number of auxiliary militias were stationed at the largest fortress complex in Fremas.

For the Chaos Alliance, which has an absolute orbital advantage, it is easy to simply destroy it. And want to seize this place? The tenacity and courage of the Imperial Guard will let them know why Cadia can hold off all the attacks of the Eye of Terror for ten thousand years with just a group of weak mortals!

Looking up at the starry sky, what appeared before the castle master was no longer just the familiar ugly scar. Chaos fleets and large fleets crushed all defenses above the orbit or higher and farther away like a storm. Once again, only the Imperial Guard was in vain defending this doomed planet.

He had expected this day. When the villain who could only hide in the safe command room of the battleship did not send someone to kill him directly, he knew that he was a useful pawn. He had been prepared since he and his army were transferred to Fremas with an additional super-heavy tank regiment.

His ability and loyalty earned him the right to sacrifice for the Lord of Mankind, and that was enough. Loyalty does not need any reward, because loyalty itself is the best reward. He opened the letter, a brilliant and stubborn failure? "I hope this is a necessary expense, not a waste of the Emperor's currency."

"Our death is for a greater and more valuable victory. That's all I can tell you. The only thing you don't have to doubt is that dying for our Lord (the Emperor) is glorious and honorable, mortal." Tall warriors in golden armor stood in the command room. While supervising the battle, they were also the best barrier.

The war has begun.

It started with a rain of fire falling from the sky.

That was the fleet Chaos used to suppress anti-aircraft firepower. The common Swift Death and the more flexible and violent Hell Dragon swooped down from the sky. The black cloud easily extinguished the flames and lightsabers raised high into the sky, and then came the final judgment - the shadow of the Terrorclaw drop pod seemed to cover the entire sky.

The angel has arrived.

Chapter 101: Survival and Destruction

To be or not to be?

This is not a problem. If the price of survival is to bow down to the most despicable existence in the galaxy, then let the war be more fierce - "Cadian stands!"

The Cadian Blitzkrieg is the one who always faces destruction and fights against the power of destruction to the end. They have been guarding the front of the Eye of Terror for many years and have the most extensive experience in fighting against the Astartes. Without the betrayal of traitors, even the Death Guard Legion cannot successfully destroy the command chain of the Cadian Blitzkrieg in the first round of decapitation strikes.

This means that the noble Astartes have to be minced together with these lowly mortals in the dirtiest mud or the coldest steel!

The rebuilt Fremas fortress complex was a standard anti-Astartes fortress - narrow and intersecting entrances connected to an almost vast underground passage, and the Astartes had to fight against the heavy artillery and tank arrays prepared in advance by the Imperial Guard without the support of heavy weapons.

Just looking at the hundreds of Leman Russ, Lion-tailed Scorpions, Basilisks and a whole regiment of the most elite super-heavy tanks, you can tell that the ones stationed here are the best of the Star Army. And the various hidden firing points, barricades and bunkers can bring them endless surprises!

In this case, when the speed and armor of the Astartes no longer have an overwhelming advantage, every inch of land, every passage and even every door of the Fremas Fortress will be soaked in blood and forged with the flesh and blood of mortals and demigods, a declaration of humanity's unyielding will.

When the dense swarms of Terror Claws and landing craft in the sky came into the range of the ground anti-aircraft firepower, the surface fortress that had been engulfed in ruins and flames, as if there was no one left alive, suddenly burst into flames that lit up the night sky!

Before the judgment in orbit came, the half-buried anti-aircraft gun crews that survived the air raid used their deaths to exchange for the last round of barrages that enveloped the Plague Warriors at their most vulnerable stage. In just over ten minutes of continuous fire, the tracer ballistics and dense black clouds swept away nearly 30% of the vehicles in the sky.

The dragon whip made of heavy explosives that could easily penetrate armor and the high-energy laser that could blow up fighter planes in milliseconds were the first gifts given by cowardly mortals in response to the grand air raid - be careful, the ruins will also speak. This ancient semi-buried non-enclosed fortress with tunnels does not mean safety even if the mountaintop is cut off by several meters.

Sieges have always been the lowest form of warfare, and even the Astartes have to pay a bloody price when they break through an Imperial fortress with thousands of years of history. The Death Guard, known for their vitality, are also powerless to fall thousands of meters in the barrage of bullets. The casualties before landing alone are enough to wipe out a standard regiment from the Empire's organization.

In just over ten minutes, there were more than six hundred casualties. For an Imperial Chapter that was always understrength, it was already on the verge of annihilation. But if it was the Death Guard - 'We are the Anvil of Mortarion, granting you fatherly love', the silent stillness and silence were the characteristics of the Death Guard.

The Death Guard never feared any casualties or losses in battle, and Mortarion did not care about the casualties of his descendants, because the losers would only die, and fighting was the best way to eliminate the losers and ensure the overall combat effectiveness of the Death Guard. Anyway, as the only Primarch who really managed the rebellion, he could just use his hands to replenish the members.

When the equally densely packed Terrorclaws smashed into the burning ruins under the cover of the Chaos Navy, the Death Guard almost counterintuitively maintained the basic organizational structure and formation. They were also the most tenacious who abandoned the great maneuver in the face of artillery fire to win the victory! This will be a war that tests the will of both sides.

The Death Guard's Third Company, the Anvil of Mortarion, was the first to set foot on the ruins of Fremas Fortress. Without reinforcements, their mission was to destroy most of the anti-aircraft firepower points of the false emperor's followers in the ruins. They didn't care about casualties, but being shot down in the air by mortals was undoubtedly the commander's fault.

In front of these plague warriors infected with the 'Twilight Swelling', whose bodies are surrounded by a large amount of water vapor and spread with a wet and sticky liquid whose composition you decide not to know, as disgusting as boiling dark green festering kettles, even the sturdiest bunker is just a coffin.

The flames and smoke were extinguished in patches, and the speed of spread was visible to the naked eye from a bird's eye view! Even though the tenacious guards and the militia guerrillas they led tried their best at every key point and fought to the last man, it was useless.

In front of the remaining 1,300 Plague Warriors of the 7th Squadron of Mortarion's Anvil, which had absolute air superiority, every remaining troop on the ground was resolutely wiped out, and then transformed into bloated zombies driven by the evil power of Chaos in the plague, and then continued to attack their comrades and colleagues.

The Death Guard was like ink dropped into a cup. The surface troops, lacking indirect heavy weapons, could not even tear apart these blessed beings who were sublimated from their former colleagues with only the small tubes of the Chimera. The little morale bonus brought by the false emperor's faith was shattered in front of the bloated zombies transformed by the power of the true god.

The ordinary militia troops that were transferred to the front line to fill the gap in combat power, which were not White Shield, became their biggest weakness when fighting against the stubborn defense. In front of the bloated zombies and the strange death angels that exuded endless viruses and plagues, the collapse of the front line was only a moment.

Everything happened too suddenly. The airstrike delayed the reinforcement and supervision for a few minutes. Dozens of Mortarion's Anvils stepped on the water vapor and attacked in groups, defeating the left wing troops at the end of their strength. It was a forced breakthrough without regard for casualties. In front of the demigod who ignored the artillery fire and charged, the reinforced triple defense line was also cut straight open!

Even if the concentrated armored firepower quickly wiped out the plague warriors trapped in the heart of the guard, the tens of thousands of defeated troops that were completely engulfed were no longer a problem that could be solved by a supervisory team, a few political commissars, and priests. The zombies and plague pigs that poured into the position from the gaps were even more of a death knell.

The lieutenant general knew that the only thing that could delay the total collapse was a new reinforcement. Where could he find it? Wasn't the answer here? "Communicator, send a message to the castle lord and cut the cable: 'Our troops will fight to the death and will hold on until the last man - Cadia will not fall!' General Reserve, Regimental Command, follow me!"

“Cadia stands firm!” This desperate order that only appears when Cadia is in the most critical moment, a continuous battle cry spread from the hidden command room at a speed far faster than the plague!

The roars, some clear and some broken, turned into wind and waves, igniting the gradually silent ruins again. It was the last swan song, the last counterattack! In front of Chimaira and Leman Russ were mortal warriors who stood up again. The flashing light guns and single-molecule bayonets tore through the armor and flesh of the fleeing army, zombies and plague warriors.

Fragments of ceramic and plastic steel were scattered all over the burning ruins. The high ground that had been recaptured and lost several times was once again hoisted with the fluttering flag of the Cadian Blitzkrieg. The poisonous gas and smoke even blocked the prying eyes of the sky. The fanatical guardsmen surrounded a body covered with gorgeous clothes but covered with broken medals and fell under the flag.

The battlefield returned to silence, leaving only the sound of the steel boots of the plague warriors searching for gene seeds. During the six-hour bloody battle, both sides struggled on this small piece of land, fighting in the artillery fire and air strikes that could no longer distinguish their positions until the last bayonet was stuck in the sticky swelling.

They should be proud to return to the Golden Throne. With less than 40,000 Cadian Blitzkrieg troops and 170,000 militiamen, they held out against the Plague Warriors for eleven hours. Including the gains from air defense, they almost wiped out nearly half of the 7th Squadron. 960 Plague Warriors and their flesh and blood burned in the flames of Fremas.

And this will only be the tip of the iceberg of Fremas.

Chapter 102: First Underground Battle and New Shipbuilding Plan

Fremas fell.

When the last surface fortress on this planet, from which most of the civilians had been relocated, fell at the hands of the Death Guard, this planet, whose orbit was already filled with Fallen warships, had theoretically been completely invaded by Chaos.

But this is the logic of the stars. For Warhammer, even if there is still one soldier resisting and the Emperor's followers are still alive, the planet has not fallen.

The glorious sacrifice of the ground troops inspired the last Cadian Old Hundreds who swore to keep the planet for the Emperor. When the Death Guard crossed the last wisp of dust, the uncomfortable yellow-green colonies drowned the smoke and scattered corpses, and infiltrated the underground fortress, they encountered even more determined resistance.

Heavy artillery and armored fire, a large number of promethium flamethrowers, and even the defense composed of uncontrolled chemical gas hit the Death Guard's weak spot. Using poison gas against the Death Guard may seem ridiculous, but in fact these pure chemical reagents are the real killer.

Unlike ordinary Astartes or Guardsmen who have taken good biochemical protection, the armor of the Death Guard is a rare type that does not have a sealing effect. Most of the diseases on them are essentially biological toxins with the power of Chaos, such as bacteria, viruses, parasites and spores.

Most of these things are also some kind of life form, which cannot completely resist high temperature and chemical. Therefore, it is counterintuitive that the Empire's high-temperature flamethrowers and purely chemical poisons are deadly killers to the Death Guard. In the relatively closed underground fortress where these two weapons can be used, the main force of the defense could not enter for a while.

The experienced Cadian Blitzkrieg Army did not attempt any flexible defense or so-called tactics in front of the Astartes. The gap between mortals and the Astartes in execution and individual combat power would turn all non-frontal tactics into flaws for the Astartes to break through.

Only blood-

Every pass and thoroughfare was shrouded in a chemical fog that could kill the plague. Two equally silent and fearless armies fought in the poison. They refused to retreat, and even the protection of both sides was not enough to ignore the corrosion of the chemical reagents. The bone-eroding pain also succumbed to the most tenacious will!

The light of explosive bombs, promethium, lasers and even plasma intertwined with each other, and the heavy artillery behind the infantry also tried its best to fire at least one more shell before being destroyed. It was a never-ending war that tempered wills. The first round of attacks was temporarily stopped until even the flames and heavy artillery could not pry open the corpses that filled the tunnel.

It was a great mountain range that flowed through the meridians of the entire underground fortress, melted and cast from the ceramsite steel of Astartes armor, the plasteel of Imperial Guard armor, and the sacred bones and flesh of those who sacrificed for the Emperor, and finally formed in the forging of endless flames and artillery fire.

Everyone knows that this is just the beginning. But since the Emperor's emissaries are fighting alongside them, how can they have the slightest fear? The Cadians are only afraid of discrediting the Supreme Lord of Mankind! They have enough supplies to fight like this for four months, as well as a year's worth of pure water and five years' worth of food reserves - enough supplies to last until death!

On the other hand, it is reasonable to summon demons or use large demon engines to open the front. But defending has always been an extreme infantry tactic, a classic tactic from the First World War, especially with Lao Deng watching from the sky - what? Do you want to be beaten by the same lion king?

Isn't it just poison gas plus trench warfare, infantry charging fortresses and armored vehicles? I know this well. We also use poison gas. If you use chemical reagents, I will use biological plague. I will throw shit at you and defend myself. I have never been afraid of anyone.

Yes, but the Emperor's Children is a bit overwhelmed.

Wait, wait, wait, how did the Emperor's son get involved? Isn't your father Fulgrim? Yes, but not entirely. Fulgrim is your genetic father, but Eidolon has said "Motarion is the man who can be my father." This is a very advanced and filial son in 30k.

Since the two fell in love at first sight, Eidolon was completely smitten by Mortarion's personal charm. How could such a white moonlight from heaven be compared to that of Old Deng, who stayed at home and lay in bed every day, played small steel balls when he went out, and played nothing but playing? Therefore, even if others were unwilling to fight alongside the Death Guard, Eidolon still came.

Until the death defense began to release bacteria, viruses, parasites and spores on a large scale, and the whole muddy pond made Eidolon dumbfounded. No, the emperor's son is taking drugs, but not this kind of drug. For my father, I resisted the urge to use the noise fighter, and then you made me suffer, right?

The conflict between the two sides quickly came to the attention of Old Mortarion, who was still studying numerology on the Endurance. Mortarion directly proposed a third way between the two - it's okay, isn't it just that the casualties might be too high? Since they are interfering with each other, don't go, it's not a waste to not summon demons near the Eye of Terror.

The Eye of Terror was already extremely active in the 999th year of the 41st Millennium. Even the Ascended Primarchs who could hardly enter the physical universe could enter and exit openly. What else was missing? When the cause of Mortarion himself, which no one dared to mention, was resolved, everything became simple again.

As for why the Death Guard had not been summoned before, if he did not give the order, then naturally the Death Guard would follow its traditions. Once Mortarion, as the Primarch, gave his approval, then everything would be based on him. The underground offensive was temporarily eased, and as millions of slaves and 777 psykers gradually arrived, a more blasphemous ritual was brewing in this brief calm.

On the other side of the stars, in the truly haunted Cadia system, Salmin is also seizing every inch of time before the destruction to reorganize and expand its army. Every piece of steel and every barrel of promethium produced by Cadia will be used in Cadia's fortifications to stop the most epic battle since the siege of Terra.

Three new fleets are gradually taking shape. As garrison fleets that are to protect the safety of Cadia with their lives, their responsibilities are completely different from those of the previous fleets. After learning the approximate size of the Chaos Alliance, Salmin is no longer confident in the absolute advantage of fleet warfare.

But, damn, I was underestimated! How dare they challenge me with a fleet that only has one more line than mine! He wants to explode!

Even after Kanzan's relocation, the fleet's logistics capabilities actually declined, but during the war, too much logistics were no longer needed - as long as a battleship could fire one-tenth of its ammunition and all of its coolant before sinking, it would be considered a purple watch boss.

In a galaxy-level battlefield with thousands of regular warships, it is normal to fire only a few hundred or even dozens of shells. In other words, in extreme cases, as long as Salmin can meet one-fifth of the fleet's resource supply, it can be considered sufficient logistics.

Chapter 103 Cadia Garrison Fleet

With this idea in mind, three fleets designed with the following indicators in mind: 'high-speed interception while being able to launch an offensive attack in a short period of time that is sufficient to completely destroy a Chaos fleet, that is, a pure battleship fleet that prevents enemy ships from colliding with planets or planetary orbital defense systems, and preferably mainly equipped with non-live ammunition weapons' are being completed at a speed that allows the Oil Man to break through the defense.

Prepare soldiers and train horses in preparation for the opportunity of war.

In simple terms, there are only a few steps. The simplest and most difficult one is to appoint a ship girl who has no imperial military position as the Lord Admiral of the Navy Headquarters of the Hazy Star Region. That is, she is just the highest commander of the navy of a mere imperial star region, which has more than ten prosperous star systems and hundreds of worlds under its jurisdiction.

The process is not complicated. To put it more beautifully, it means that I was appointed to serve the holy dynasty and bathed in the cleansing. The former lord and generals found me filial and honest; later the emperor's imperial guards selected me for military merit. I refused to accept the order because I was supported by the governor. The imperial edict was issued, appointing me governor-general, and then I was appointed marshal by the grace of the country. I am humble and have to serve in the East Palace.

Of course, to be realistic, it was more like 'bombarding the White House to force the democratically elected president to step down and declare him unconstitutional' or something like that. Of course, the actual process is not important. After usurping this right, or being recognized as an effective organization by the Gothic Fleet, it only took two weeks to form three new fleets.

What he needed to adjust was only the configuration of specific warships in the fleet. The good news was that he could customize it according to the known enemy situation. The enemy was labeled as a large number of Chaos Astartes, Magnus (T family), Mortarion (N family), and the Black Legion. A countermeasure fleet suitable for fighting against this group of enemies under the current battlefield conditions.

The first thing is "high speed"! The speed advantage in fleet battles is extremely important, especially on sail-like warships with limited firing range like the Empire, where speed is equal to the right to take the initiative. At the same time, you should know that the speed of the Astartes warship is actually the fastest among the Empire's warships. The strike cruiser 240 (71.8KM/s) has already exceeded some frigates.

Even battleship-class super-large ships like battle barges can reach 160, the speed of the Imperial standard cruiser. The slow ships of the Salmin can't catch up with the large number of Chaos Astartes' strike cruisers that come and go like the wind. But the fucking thing is that the fastest Imperial Navy cruiser can only reach 160, and there are a lot of 140 or even 120 iron turtles.

It's a bit difficult to hold on. The Imperial battleship's panel is only at this level. Even if Salmin has excellent dispatching ability, the hero pool is so deep. It's funny. There is no high-speed battleship at all. All he can do is to stick to 160, that is, the maximum cruising speed of 48.87KM/s in wartime.

The overall disadvantage in speed can only be compensated by firepower and armor. The answer given by Salmin is the Nova Cannon. Don't hesitate, as the most commonly used extraordinary weapon of the Mechanicus, its power, accuracy and range are all obvious to all. Its only flaw is that it is expensive and rare, and generally speaking, this is not the Nova Cannon's problem, but your problem.

The only answer to this version, the best solution, is the Nova Cannon. Listen to what the Mechanicus says!

When dealing with camps like Tzeentch and Nurgle that rely more on acquired terrain advantages, the Nova Cannon is really useful for deleting all the mess with one click. But the problem is that with the speed of 140, she can't get on the battle line - a full meters per second difference. When chasing, don't even think about maintaining the formation, you'll be considered amazing if you don't collide.

Salmin had only one choice, the Mars-class battlecruiser, the Empire's best fleet carrier and front-line command ship. It sounded like a scaled-down Emperor-class battleship, but her real unique skill was the Nova Cannon (long-range energy ram) that replaced the traditional ram on its bow, a super ram that was powerful enough to severely damage a battleship with one blow at close range.

Of course, this super ram can also be launched remotely, and the plasma flames will burn all small and medium-sized targets within its killing range, just like the air-to-air nuclear rockets during the Cold War. No matter how large the torpedo group, aircraft group, and boarding boat are, they cannot surpass this wonderful super air defense. The same is true for Nurgle flies and other plagues. The flames will purify everything.

The only problem is that the Mars class is too expensive. The Agamemnon only has 185 points, while the Mars class has 165 points. The battlecruiser is only 20 points less than the battleship. The naval ranks in Warhammer are slightly different from those in World War II, and are arranged in cruisers, battlecruisers, large cruisers, and battleships. The battlecruiser focuses on patrolling rather than fighting, and the difference of two levels is only 20 points.

The Overlord-class battlecruiser with plasma macro cannons, which is also favored by Salmin, only costs 76 points, which shows that the Mars-class is too expensive. This gap determines that even Salmin cannot deploy too many Mars-class ships for air defense. This expensive fleet light cruiser will only be used to defend the most important nodes.

As for the battleship position in the fleet, it must be the Agamemnon-class high-speed battleship, the only battleship in the Empire that can match the speed of the battle barge. When Salmin only planned to arm two fleets, the key was that her full macro gun configuration was really too logistical, and the high speed of the battleship also meant extremely high energy consumption.

The last fleet position was reserved for the Warlord-class and Doomsday-class Light Lance battleships, which focused on long-range firepower. Interception was not just about getting close, they needed firepower that could stop a large fleet that was covering the Blackstone Fortress' desperate charge, at least until the arrival of the real main fleet, at which time strong long-range frontal firepower was particularly important.

It is precisely this demand that makes the third fleet of Salmin different from the first two fleets, which are mainly focused on high-speed interception and air defense, and a heavyweight main fleet. The so-called main fleet mentioned by Salmin is of course different from the conventional requirements of the Empire. Having two battleships is the main fleet - it requires the Queen of Glory.

Fortunately, these three fleets are all 4000-point Lord Admiral-class fleets, and Salmin has enough available points to strengthen this main fleet. If each of them uses 1100 points to build three Gungnir-class Titans, the Third Fleet will have the absolute suppression power of three Queens of Glory.

As its name suggests, Gungnir is an extremely abstract melee-focused Titan, equivalent to a pure melee Emperor-class Titan. It is a super ghost standing still in low-intensity battles, and a super god in epic battles.

The cruiser's high speed of 160, coupled with the super-heavy armor-piercing ram that adds 675% damage, and the torpedoes that are ten times stronger than the Glorious Queen class, can smash into the Blackstone Fortress with one round of slashing, and it is not a fantasy to crush it and carry an entire road alone. Being hit directly by such a thing, even Salmin himself would have to gamble whether his bow is really that strong.

However, its conventional firepower is slightly inferior. There are two heavy lance turrets, nine bombardment turrets and 18 light double-barrel turrets on the front; on the side are ten heavy cannon weapon arrays and three super-heavy shuttle aprons. While it far exceeds ordinary battleships and super battleships, it is at the bottom of the Titans.

Of course, relying on the numerical advantage of three ships, they would not be at a disadvantage in the battle. These three Star-piercing Spears were the backbone of the main fleet, and the other warships shared the remaining 2900*3 points. It was the combination of those ships, but there were slight differences in the matching of these three fleets.

The interception fleet is mainly based on high-speed guerrilla warfare and long-range interception. The number of high-speed warships is slightly higher, three Agamemnons, four Mars, and ten Overlords. In addition, there is a small long-range formation, namely one War Lord and two World Destroyers. The remaining 32 points are made up by two Sword-class frigates, and 2900 points are spent without a penny left.

The main fleet is the flagship charging, with the auxiliary squatting and lob shooting, the main focus is to drag the knife and throw shit. Two small long-range formations, two War Lords, four World Destroyers. The cruiser formation that charges together is two Mars, ten Overlords, and two Scimitar-class frigates. The three fleets have exactly 12000 points.

Chapter 104: Entering the Eye of Terror

With only the current forging capacity of Cadia and the Twin Worlds Modice, not to mention the supply fleet, even the synthetic new Cadia blitzkrieg army cannot be supported. More than 80% of the supplies of Salmin are now transported from the faraway Skarus via the webway.

A very stable but risky mode of transportation. And if nothing unexpected happens, this fucked-up situation will continue until Speyer pacifies Agrippina and gives him supplies. Is Salmin poor? How is that possible?

Salmin was not short of money. After confiscating hundreds of thousands of nobles, his wealth was even comparable to that of a family on Terra. It was easy for him to support an army of a large star region for decades. But these properties or deeds were useless in the face of war. What was the use of those handicrafts? The steel he needed was promethium, and various products produced by heavy industry!

This is also because the people of the Empire have been tortured by super insects for many years, and their flesh has become chewy after being ravaged for a long time. They have received a powerful buff that reduces the consumption of daily necessities by 70%, so there is no big chaos in the internal affairs and people's livelihood under the supervision of Salmin. In other words, it is a wartime system and a planned economy, so there is no way to have a big chaos.

He just solved some common stupid problems like 'the untouchables spontaneously received food coupons and wages but did not voluntarily hand them over to the noble lords who provided valuable job opportunities, and skinned them alive and sacrificed them to the God-Emperor', and killed hundreds of thousands of bureaucrats he had just promoted who were not sure whether they had voted for Chaos or not, and who did things that were particularly anti-human.

Assisting him in managing the military was a discussion group consisting of Richelieu, Kronstadt, the Living Saint, and the Grand Marshal of the Black Templar. Adhering to the principle of holding large meetings for small matters and small meetings for big matters, several people who could roughly represent the Imperial Navy, the Skarus Expeditionary Force, the Imperial Guard, the Sisters of Battle, and the Astartes were entrusted with this important task.

The combat power of the entire Cadia war zone is now extremely abundant. Although he sent out Corswayn, who led 5,000 Dark Angels, to search and capture the Stone Fortress to "rescue" the Lion King based on the intelligence of the Fallen Angel Alliance, many Astartes who received the call for help and crossed the rising subspace storm to Cadia in the past few days.

The three companies (full regiment) of the Conquerors were the first to arrive, followed by 3 companies (full regiment) of the Night's Watch. Even the company of the Resurrected came. Loyalty is beyond words, loyalty is beyond words! Next came the nine companies of the Exemplars and the four companies (full regiment) of the Black Archons, about 2600 Astartes.

Including the Black Templars and Flesh Tearers who were there from the beginning, the tiny Cadia had already gathered around 7800 Astartes, a Glorious Queen, ten battleships, forty-three strike cruisers, sixty-one escort squadrons, 481 warships, and nearly two thousand auxiliary ships. That's about the same number of ships as Guilliman's fleet in the Indomitus Crusade.

A lot, but sorry, they will have to face two almost all-out Astartes Legions, nearly 70,000 Rubric Warriors who can be resurrected repeatedly, and a full 17 Death Guards, plus Abaddon's 50,000 to 60,000 Black Legionaries, and more than 20,000 scattered warbands - 310,000 Chaos Astartes, the fucking Siege of Terra, right!

What's even more incredible is that Terra cannot be bombed during the siege, but bombing Cadia is also one of the optional ways for the Chaos Alliance to win. Therefore, Salmin must achieve an absolute victory in the naval battle, while also gaining an advantage in the interstellar fortresses and the army on the ground, and not be allowed to retreat a single step.