Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

The pressure was indeed a bit too much. Salmin had to admit that his voice was a bit loud when he provoked the Four Gods. "Lion, Guilliman, please send a Primarch who is willing to step forward to help me. Even Angron will do. Old Deng took Angron in without saying a word. He made me guess everything. Send someone to rescue him!"

Salmin had no words to complain about, as Old Deng had only provided him with all the help he could get. The only person who might have been related was Alpharius, who inexplicably contacted him and then blatantly defected. In addition to the name, Alpharius also gave him at least 30,000 Alphas, but the Emperor was really addicted to freeloading and didn't give him anything.

No, the enemy is at the gates. Where are the Imperial Guards? Where are the Cursed Legion? Move!

On his side, he has 5000 Martian soldiers (30000 Dark Angels, Alphas), real Alpha Legion, and about spies on the other side and here. Anyway, the battle force is to , and the advantage is on the enemy!

If they really break in, they can rely on the free Martian soldiers to kill them at will. The weekly death quota is 35,000 and the upper limit is 115,000. Salmin can really hold on. It's almost like fighting against the red texts who are also immortal. Oh, and defend to the death. The main feature of the three parties is one word, meat!

Salmin had a feeling that when the war was over, the gene seeds he had exploded for him and the damaged Astartes equipment would be enough for him to rebel. By then, he would be like, "What Astartes? These 500,000 are just smart-headed armored Ogryns."

Of course, his ability to hold out doesn't mean that the genuine Astartes can also survive this bloody battle where both sides suffer hundreds of percent casualties. But for the Astartes, preventing them from participating in a glorious and tragic bloody battle is undoubtedly the most vicious insult.

Salmin respected this. The Astartes had their own bottom line. He would not try to interfere in this war that concerned their beliefs and honor. All he could do was to try to resolve the war in the vast void. Burying the army in the ocean has always been the best way for a naval power to resolve a powerful army.

Salmin was planning a war, but not against Mortarion in front of him. He wanted a surprise attack that would severely damage the enemy. He pulled open the star map and pointed to an attack direction that no one had ever imagined. "We are not the only ones who need to defend our home. This is unfair, and what I have to do is to make it fair for him."

—Eidolon, or, the Eye of Terror.

As mentioned before, the reason why Salmin arranged multiple defenses instead of focusing on them was that after removing the frigates and auxiliary ships with weak risk resistance from the fleet, it would be no problem to jump directly near the Eye of Terror instead of taking the stable warp route. Chaos's plundering was normal, but few people noticed that this was a two-way thing.

Thalmin's fleet on Cadia can also jump directly into Eidolon. Unlike Mortarion who has always been on guard against him, Magnus has no idea about the current situation in Cadia. This guy has been debugging his Great Pyramid on Savaggar, the one that captured Guilliman's fleet on Terra during the expedition.

Salmin didn't want to wait until he finished his deployment before getting hit. Since he had an absolute intelligence advantage, he would of course strike first. Mortarion was right, but Magnus was not in the dark either. Being overconfident was not a good thing. Plundering had never been Chaos's privilege. Now, he was the attacker!

It is not impossible for him to seal the Wolf's Lair.

Chapter 105 Emperor's Dream

Once Salmin's outrageous remarks came out, they caused a huge uproar. Ever since the Great Reckoning drove many rebel legions into the Eye of Terror, the Human Empire has not had the energy to organize even a large-scale expedition in the past ten millennia, let alone go so deep into the Eye of Terror.

How dare they attack! But the past was the past, and the present is the present. The huge fleets of Mortarion and Abaddon are facing off against the two main battle fleets of Iris and White Eagle of Salmin and the Astartes joint fleet. Now that the Vichy and Sakura battle fleets and the fast reaction fleet are guarding Cadia, the right to attack has been handed over to Salmin.

With three mobile fleets and three Queen of Glory ships in hand, he is fully capable of launching an offensive. At the same time, Alpha's intelligence means that the location and routes of the Eye of Terror and Eidolon are no secret to them. Even if Salmin activates some pawns, the Thousand Sons' outer defenses will be temporarily paralyzed!

When he blatantly placed Savaggar's star map and most of the Thousand Sons' deployment on the projection, showing the available forces of both sides, he no longer needed to say anything. When the Thousand Sons' outer defense was paralyzed, even a fleet that had just surfaced without the protection of void shields was enough to destroy another fixed target docked in the starport.

A more detailed action plan will be designed by this four-member discussion group. All Salmin needs is to come up with a suitable code name for this action that opens a new chapter in the war between the Empire and Chaos, and then try to send the red Ogryn back to the warp on the battlefield.

When he thought of this massive and fruitful raid, the first thing that came to his mind was, "Codename, Barbaro—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that this was no longer the time to talk nonsense online. In Kronstadt, the ship girl belonging to the Northern Union was sitting in front of him, although she was almost unable to hold back. Mentioning Barbarossa in front of a Soviet, and in a positive tone... Damn it!

I had to change my words. I hadn't finished what I was saying. There were many such actions, such as the Manstein Operation, which was a blitzkrieg against France. Uh, France? Salmin looked at Richelieu, who was sitting gently on the other side, and quickly put away the more perverted thoughts in his mind. The price he paid was that he was stuck for a moment.

"Prospero!" Fortunately, the knowledge from Warhammer saved his life. As if it was a sudden inspiration, the name of a certain pony Red Wen was uttered maliciously by him just by saying it. Operation codename, Prospero!

Magnus, right? The special military operations fleet he mobilized consisting of three Glorious Queens, four super battleships, fourteen battleships, and forty battlecruisers is not just for show. The magnificent hulls, majestic reliefs, and ramming horns that crush everything are known to be the best among warships. I believe they will bring you endless joy!

As for the mere 25,000 Dark Angels, don't underestimate them. Their status in the Astartes is like Horus and Fulgrim among the Primarchs. Each of them has his own strengths and unique skills. Their fighting spirit and patience are amazing. The secret weapons, the Adeptus Custodes and the Sisters of Silence, will give you unexpected surprises!

When the war machine of Cadia, which had been built up over thousands of years, was fully operational, the feint attack preparation against Fremas in just three days had attracted everyone's attention. Thousands of warships on both sides returned to a state of war and confronted each other across the subspace channel.

All modules of the reactor are online, the void shield is fully covered, the macro cannon is loaded, the light spear is charged, and the unfolded heat sink makes the entire platinum fleet look like a divine domain under the sunshine, but it is a silent and solemn one, and every second consumes hundreds of thousands of throne coins in a real combat readiness posture!

The repeated exposure of this density auspex and Auger matrix alone was enough to destroy all communication channels in half of the galaxy. Once there was any sign of the enemy making a subspace jump, it would be absolutely destroyed. In this context where the Western Front seemed to be on the verge of breaking out, no one noticed that the three fleets that should not exist were slowly disappearing.

"The fourth debugging is correct. Operation Prospero begins! The subspace engine is working at full power. The void shield is lowered. The Geller Field is online. The entire fleet is breaking into the subspace!"

—Eye of Terror, Eidolon, Savaggar Dust Nebula

This was once the core of the Eldar Empire, and is now the fortress of the Great Reavers. It is the birthplace of every Black Crusade. It is also the place where Magnus debugged his ultimate weapon [Tizca's Revenge]. The majestic Red Monarch is still immersed in the ocean of witchcraft.

This ever-noisy galaxy, which had always been filled with corruption and things far more horrible than death, had long since fallen into complete silence, and Abaddon had taken away all the slaves and creatures he could take away. And most of the people who would fill the Thousand Sons Legion here obviously did not quite qualify as "living people".

Neither Abaddon nor Magnus could imagine that there would be a warband so blind as to charge a Primarch and his legions. As for the Empire? They didn't even think about it. The Eastern Romans, who would only hide behind the city walls, led their troops straight into the heart of the barbarians and plundered them. How could I have such a dream?

"Hydra Supreme", when the nine Thousand Sons wizards on duty turned the spell they had been chanting into the declaration of the Alpha Legion in unison, the outer defense of the entire Savagar Dust Nebula, those thousands of land-based cannons that were powerful enough to severely damage the battleships that had just jumped out of the warp, and the nine hundred and ninety-nine towers suspended in the void fell silently.

In order to prevent these defense devices that were debugged and directly controlled by the monitoring station's magic array from being instantly taken back by Magnus, the gun barrels that were supposed to be pointed at external enemies were humiliatingly aimed at each other under the pressure of psychic energy.

When the dark subspace fluctuations appeared on time, the numerous explosions that suddenly sounded, symbolizing the fall of the outer defense of the Savaggar Dust Nebula, were like a welcome salute. The originally silent world was instantly awakened, or rather, it was more like a sleeping person being suddenly awakened by a slap in the face in the early hours of the weekend!

"High-energy warp fluctuations have been detected, and an unknown fleet is rising! My Lord, the outer defenses of the Savaggar Dust Nebula have been completely destroyed, and nine wizard brothers, their troops, and monitoring stations have been melted by the crystal tower." Such useless words directly detonated Magnus's anger.

"Do you still need me to teach you? Raise the void shield of [Tizca's Revenge] and move all the warships! I want to see who dares to try to destroy my territory!" Magnus's bright single eye shone with the light of the warp. Across the boundless distance in the physical universe, he glimpsed a strange and familiar light in the surging waves.

Star Torch? But it doesn’t look like it. Where have I seen it before?

"My Lord! The enemy ship identification code has been matched, and the database is being searched." Magnus, who was trying his best to think, suddenly heard his deputy's voice, which was almost trembling with horror and fear, "Identified as the flagship of the Human Empire! The Lord of Mankind's ship, the Emperor's Dream!"

Chapter 106 Rising Star Feast

It was a name so old that Magnus had already forgotten it. "Emperor...Dream?" It was like the bullet shot in the summer of his childhood, piercing straight through his heart.

It was a phantom pain! When he heard the name of the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, a fear that came over him instantly overwhelmed him. The memories that he had tried his best to deceive himself into forgetting for ten thousand years condensed into a sharp blade that cut open his body and threw all the blood in his face.

Fear, anger, uneasiness, shame... In an instant, countless thoughts intertwined in his superhuman mind, and finally turned into an unspeakable ball, "Damn it! The fucking Emperor's Dream sank long ago! Ten thousand years ago, along with that--" He paused, as if organizing a suitable word to describe that existence.

"I have completely shattered the dream of the cursed man along with it! I, I, I, I, the Red Lord, have completely surpassed that withered corpse sitting on the rotten throne, and you, a dog, dare to humiliate me like this!"

All his pride and wisdom collapsed in this great fear. The roaring psychic energy even condensed into substance in the physical universe. The damn wizard was pulled into the air by him in anger and his soul was searched and taken away!

A mere powerful Thousand Sons wizard without the watchful eyes of the gods, no matter how powerful he was, could not even compare to the Primarch. He could not even utter a scream, as his brain, which was violently penetrated by psychic energy, expanded against common sense until it broke his skull. The silver bottle suddenly broke! The twisted and sticky brain burning with cold fire smeared a broken pattern on the floor.

"It is true, the Emperor's Dream." - Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! "Even if this long-sunken ship sails out of hell, if you still want to destroy me, the invincible Red Monarch, then rolling back like a rotten corpse is your destined end!"

"Thousand Sons Legion, follow me!" They really did follow him. The eyes of tens of thousands of empty shell puppets, with only their souls being controlled, suddenly lit up at the same time. This 'mechanized' army was awakening the sleeping fleet at a speed far exceeding that of other troops and even the Astartes Legion.

However, in the port is in the port. The speed of a starship is mostly derived from accumulation. A warship that has just run its reactor at full speed in a starport, even if it is at its maximum speed, what good is it if it doesn't have enough time?

"A Nova Cannon strike is detected on the way!" When the blazing sun of the Nova Cannon filled with death shone through the curtain and enveloped the entire Thousand Sons base, along with the fortress and starport, all they could do was to raise the void shield with great effort, preventing this surprise attack that bypassed the outer defenses from turning into a complete massacre.

Damn it, what's the point of just talking now? Ahriman was transferred away by Saint Tzeentch, and for a while he didn't even have a helper who could stand alone. And he had to stay on the flagship Tizca's Revenge to hold up the illusory curtain that was blocking the countless bombardments.

'Where are the Supreme Sorcerer and the Demon Prince? Save them.' But he was the Primarch of the Thousand Sons, and he couldn't say anything, even though it was this almost foolish pride and arrogance that led the Thousand Sons to this state. Magnus could only support the majority of the fleet's defenses by himself while sending messages to people one by one to free his strongest self from blindly defending.

On the other hand, Thalmin naturally had no such concerns. He invested all the strength he could in the most crucial battle of the Thirteenth Black Crusade. The entry of the Emperor's Vision was not just for show. Thalmin took the initiative to stand on the dangerous wall. What he wanted was Magnus' life!

The so-called "Prospero" means to completely end the entire Thousand Sons Legion and Magnus here. Today, all long-cherished wishes will be settled!

The Savaggar Dust Nebula, as the name implies, has no formed planets, so there is no planetary gravity field. After confirming that the outer defenses were completely paralyzed, the special military operations fleet's jump point was naturally not limited to the Mandeville point - the initial jump was only less than 5000 kilometers away from the starport. What could be more powerful than a collision?

Of course there was! The rapid firing of the Emperor's Dream Triple Nova Cannon struck the heavy hammer of the decisive battle. The curtain that withstood the three salvos was shattered like glass by the nova that was accelerated to nearly 100% of the speed of light. Different from the firepower used for testing before, when the world's strongest super titan burst out her full strength for the first time, even the heaven and earth had to bow to her!

The universe was dark, and even Savaggar, a world buried deep in the Eye of Fear, was not bright and brilliant purple. But at least at this moment, Savaggar seemed to have welcomed the sunlight that had not been seen for twelve thousand years.

The sun slowly rose in the dust. But the slowness that was full of visual impact was only because of its over-magnificence. It was a scorching sun tsunami in the void! All the weakly protected auxiliary ships, frigates, and light ships other than the Astartes warships collapsed in the explosion in an instant, and then melted again by the flames and burned into a ball.

That was the spectacle created by the more than two hundred Nova Cannons fired by Emperor Vision, eight World-Destroying-class Battleships, and ten Mars-class Battlecruisers in the shortest salvo. For this surprise attack that turned the tide of the battle, Salmin had used up more than 90% of his and the Mechanicus' Nova Cannon reserves. In terms of cost alone, he had smashed into a medium-sized Forge World in just half an hour!

There was no need to think about leaving the port anymore. A situation that no one had expected had occurred, not even Salmin himself. A tighter combination than the iron chain at Chibi had appeared. Thousands of warships became the best welding agent under the bombardment of the new star cannons - the star port and the fortress were recast into a void continent in the flames.

There is no possibility of escape from this kind of man-made super-space hulk, but correspondingly, a battleship or even hundreds of battleships can be sunk. However, after the hulls of hundreds of battleships are connected to the countless recast keel wreckage, it is really a huge project to shatter the keel by relying on the impact that has been shared countless times.

Whether the battleships of the Tang Empire are equipped with macro cannons or light spears, they are actually equivalent to AP, armor-piercing shells.

When you want to use pure armor-piercing shells to sink a warship or even a battleship, it is a good choice, but want to use pure armor-piercing shells to bombard a continent? Especially when this continent has a void shield. Man, you are on the wrong channel. Space opera is not fantasy after all.

This was not what Salmin had intended, but in fact, when he saw everything clearly, this was not a bad idea. At least his basic goal was to solve it as soon as possible. The bottom line of destroying the Thousand Sons Fleet had been completed, so what was the point of a man-made space hulk of this size even if it was teleported away by Magnus?

Can it reach the first cosmic speed with a bunch of engines? I'm afraid it's not even as fast as an atmospheric fighter. How can I say that I can speed through the Thousand Sons Fleet in one hour and twenty-two minutes? Of course, this anticlimactic scene is just the beginning. We have to try to know whether we can destroy it. "All fleets, move over! The Thousand Sons Fleet's firing range is limited. Tear them apart from below!"

Yes, the main ship-borne weapons in the Warhammer universe are only located in three positions: the bow, the spine, and the side. When the movement and firing range of the Thousand Sons fleet are all restricted, attacking from below will be an outrageous but not surprising choice.

Chapter 107: Regrouping

Started? Ended.

Puzzled, this was Magnus' only thought. He knew nothing except that someone was attacking, but he had no idea where they came from, how they got so close, and how they destroyed his monitoring station that could theoretically see the entire universe.

This surprise attack was too accurate, too fast, and too fierce. He really didn't know what to do. When he found out, the enemy fleet had already removed all defenses and opened fire. And when he finally put up a shield for his offspring and the battleship's void shield was slowly charging, the successive Nova Cannons violently smashed everything he had carefully arranged!

The new dilemma facing him now was how to prevent the enemy fleet from getting under the Thousand Sons. In other words, how could the Thousand Sons fleet survive this catastrophe after losing more than 80% of its broadside firepower, 21% of its ridgeline firepower, and all of its carrier-based aircraft and axial guns?

After the siege of Terra that lasted nearly an hour and was even more fierce than the greatest siege of Terra in his memory, as if dozens of battleships were firing their Nova cannons at the same time, Magnus' thoughts had easily shifted from tearing the impostor to how to save his Thousand Sons Legion.

Even the main structure of his carefully crafted [Tizca's Revenge] filled with runes and mysterious magic arrays was torn apart in the endless plasma storm, not to mention the other warships. He looked from the nearly obliterated pyramid of light, and could only vaguely identify neat mountain ranges on a wriggling continent paved with semi-liquid metal.

Those mountains were far more miserable than the revenge of Tizca, whose gorgeous pyramidal shape could still be clearly identified. They were the bridges and half of the superstructures of the defenseless battleships or strike cruisers docked in the starport.

Of course, their outermost layers are also made of half-melted and then cooled again, the ultimate rotten steel forged repeatedly dozens of times. Countless tiny metal spikes that are so fine that you have to take off your glasses to observe them to best distinguish their shapes prove their roughness and fragility. Even every tremor of the Void Shield can peel off a few fragments from it.

Fortunately, Magnus's superhuman vision allowed him to see all the details perfectly from more than ten thousand meters away, but at this moment he wished he didn't have such excellent vision. Every inch of the peeled debris meant an effective hit, which also meant that his only remaining offspring would soon say goodbye to him forever. Accompanied by the complete collapse of a mountain range.

“No!” Magnus roared, and the vast spiritual energy deeper than the abyss obeyed his rage! Bright and dazzling azure lines spread from [Tizca’s Revenge], no, from Magnus’ body at a supernatural speed, emerging from the void and entangled all the true descendants of Magnus.

In other words, by squeezing out most of the souls stored in "Tizca's Revenge", Magnus teleported all of his last surviving offspring scattered in the fragmented fleet to his front before the final judgment. As for how much contribution the great existence of the Supreme Heaven made in it, that depends on one's own opinion.

The already sparse firepower of the Thousand Sons dropped sharply again at this moment. Even Salmin, who was commanding the fleet to dive under the not-too-intense firepower, was a little hesitant. Was it a trick? But the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Since he had gone all in, he had to gamble to the end. In order to defeat the Thousand Sons fleet at the most vulnerable moment, he could not stop.

If he missed this opportunity formed by coincidence and final contempt, it would be impossible for him to catch the tail of an organized Astartes Legion again. If the entire task force except the Emperor's Vision could completely replace the Thousand Sons Legion here, it would be a huge profit for him and the Shield of Dread!

He discarded the Mars-class battlecruisers that had emptied all their nova cannons and used them as flank cover in an almost cold-blooded manner. These expensive fleet carriers kept spitting out spare carrier-based aircraft and had no channels for recycling - before breaking the void shield, Salmin had to destroy the strangely lit pyramid at all costs!

The Thousand Sons fleet's last artillery fire became more and more accurate as it approached the Salmin fleet at a nearly stagnant speed, and at a certain moment, the Thousand Sons' firepower density recovered and even reached a slightly higher level than before. As one increased while the other decreased, even the Mars-class battlecruiser, which supplied all its energy to the void shield, was no longer able to support it.

Starting with the void shield of the outermost Mars-class battlecruiser collapsing in a flash, one Mars-class after another was set on fire by the psychic inferno and light spears. Even the most densely packed small-caliber macro cannons were bounced off by the gorgeous gilded armor, but the firepower of the Thousand Sons' Queen of Glory and the battleships was not for show.

When the distance between the two fleets was less than a thousand kilometers, this close-range battle that the Salmin had never fought before, the last moment of victory was the most dangerous! With the dull groan of the twisted keel and the painful roar of the machine spirit, another burning battlecruiser gradually disintegrated in the air and finally fell towards the fleet of the Thousand Sons.

The turn she finally won in her fight against destruction would eventually turn into the most brilliant fireworks and smash into the Thousand Sons' territory, but she was not the first, nor the last. At the outermost layer of the fleet, the Imperial naval forces from various fleets, far exceeding the needs of ordinary battles, were shuttling across this molten continent, destroying any turret at all costs.

After two squadrons were wiped out in seconds by the dense lightning roaring outside the pyramid, they changed their strategy. After the air defense capability of the Thousand Sons Fleet was greatly weakened, from the American cruiser to the German Type 37 hand-pulled machine gun, it was not impossible to destroy the last remaining spine turret of an entire fleet.

There is no doubt that even the largest plasma bombs are unable to destroy a battleship or even the turret on the Glory Queen, but that was before the armor was repeatedly forged! Although the fragile turret is still indestructible, what if the bomb is a void fighter that has accelerated to its maximum speed and is more than 60 meters long?

"Cadia stands firm!" The proud sky knights would never allow themselves to lose their home and eventually run out of fuel and ammunition and make an emergency landing among the traitors they hate the most. Brilliant fireworks burst out on the mountains, and one mountain after another fell silent!

"The Thousand Sons fleet's spine firepower is decreasing."

"We cannot waste Haihang's sacrifice, even if the pyramid remains intact." [Tizca's Revenge] wrapped in sorcery lightning was flashing a dazzling purple, the color of the most chaotic warp. Salmin didn't know what she was planning, but Magnus needed such a powerful ritual and must not miss it.

Just like before, after the blue light of the pyramid faded, the firepower of the entire Thousand Sons Fleet suddenly improved qualitatively. However, this was really a misunderstanding. It was just an additional effect brought about by Magnus personally controlling the Red Letter Warrior after the teleportation.

Of course, a wrong process does not necessarily lead to a wrong answer. What Magnus is accumulating at this time is indeed a powerful spell that is enough to change the situation of the battle as long as he can succeed.

And for Salmin, this was a sacrifice he had prepared for. "I will temporarily transfer my command. The temporary flagship will be changed from Gungnir-class Queen of Glory battleship No. 1 to No. 2. The Third Squadron will cover the No. 1 battleship's change of track." Yes, he who always stayed away was not on the Emperor's Dream at this time.

Magnus was the only one who had complete confidence. As the strongest and the commander, how could he hide behind? "We are the warship closest to Tizca's Revenge - Gungnir I. Pre-charge the ram and load the torpedoes! All ships, prepare for collision!"

The first push is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted. The Salmin is actually at a disadvantage in this battle. Whether in the sky or on the ground, while the individual combat power is superior, it is greatly inferior in terms of numbers. If you want a brilliant victory, you must suppress any possible comeback by the Thousand Sons at all costs.

What he had to do was to take advantage of the huge first-hand advantage brought by the surprise attack, and use a violent and rapid attack to make the Thousand Sons not even have the spare energy to organize a decent counterattack, so as to reduce the impact of the number of people. As long as the main fleet could reach that place - referring to the bottom of the Thousand Sons fleet, this victory would be in his pocket.

And for this, Salmin naturally didn't think there was anything wrong with throwing himself in as a high-value chess piece. As the commander-in-chief, he should stay away from the battlefield, and as a general, he was also part of the soldiers who were used like mud. Having already sent tens of millions of soldiers to their deaths, he would not be so magnanimous.

Gungnir is falling! Just like its long-forgotten myth, the Spear of Eternity, the Great God's Declaration, appears here! Many people may not have any idea of ​​26 kilometers - Shanhaiguan, the Great Wall of Mountains, the Great Wall of Seas, and the Great Wall of Guan are all integrated, from Laolongkou in the South Pole to Jiumenkou in the north, with a total length of exactly 26 kilometers.

The size of a battleship is naturally far larger than this ancient barrier. It is a mountain range - from Laolongkou in the South Pole to the Tianguan Mountains in Jiumenkou in the north. It is covered in gorgeous yet solemn platinum armor, cutting through the void at a speed of more than 120 kilometers per second, heading towards a city-sized pyramid on the steel continent!

A towering peak pierced the continent. The great god declared that this shot would hit the target, and this shot was enough to wipe out the entire surface of the planet, which could also be called a sure hit - who the hell could resist this, who could resist it!

Of course, I can, I can easily bite my teeth! This is the Eye of Terror, and standing here, blocking the Thousand Sons is Magnus, the Red King, the most powerful psyker in the world!

At the moment when Gungnir changed course, Magnus realized how determined and determined the enemy was. A Queen of Glory, just to avoid the possibility of an imperfect victory, was forcing the last value without even a trace of mercy. What kind of crazy yet calm opponent was this?

But he had to stand up, and he had to stand up. "I am the father of a thousand sons, how can I retreat even half an inch?" The red-skinned giant roared. In the Eye of Terror, psychic power is truly omnipotent. There are many reasons why he did not have the slightest defense against the surprise attack, but the most important one must be that he is invincible in the Eye of Terror!

The warp energy surrounding [Revenge of Tizca], which was so thick that it was visible to the naked eye, suddenly paused at this moment, and then all flowed back and converged on the Red Devil. That was a realm where sound did not exist, but at this moment the roaring torrent resounded in everyone's soul - what was flowing were the souls of tens of billions of humans!

At this moment, the evidence of the fallen crimes of these noblest people dripping with blood and tears is being transformed into the power of the horizontal strike gun under the control of the strongest psychic in the world! The pyramid named after revenge is also liberating its true form in its self-disintegration, and the red Titan that supports the heaven and earth is slowly solidifying.

That was Magnus's strongest gesture, a thousand-year accumulation to prove that he had broken free from the shackles of the great Saint Tzeentch! The directed Blackstone Hubs were superimposed layer by layer, combining the shocking and terrifying psychic energy with the power of nearly 100 billion suffering souls. The thousand-meter giant wearing blue-black armor comparable to battleship armor truly demonstrated overwhelming divine power at least at this moment!

The Blade of Magnus, which is so heavy that one can barely see its shape, is wrapped in scorching psychic energy that is strong enough to burn rivers and boil seas. Even Magnus can no longer restrain this terrifying psychic energy that has been strengthened by who knows how many times, but there is no need to control it either, it is so powerful that it is unquestionably strong!

If the density of the Warp could support his transformation into this form on the lunar surface, Guilliman's Terran Crusade would end there, and the only person he could count on would be the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne. There was no if, but it was not Guilliman that Magnus had to face at this time.

It's a shot that's sure to hit the target!

He stepped forward and sideways, pushing the ground with his right leg, the force from the leg to the waist, pushing the tendons and joints to turn to the throwing direction, and the marrow drove the trunk, shoulder, upper arm, forearm, and finally threw it out from the fingers! He threw the giant blade that had been accumulating power for a long time towards the magic gun. It was a meteor shining from the ground, going upstream - it hit!

"Funny——" The eyes in the void watched everything. How could the Lord of Change miss any fun, but He would not take action either. Magnus's struggle was ultimately just a puppet trying to break free from the ending under control. Names are powerful, if she wasn't Huki, if that wasn't Gungnir. Unfortunately, there is no if.

Even though Tzeentch never cared whether the puppet could break free, and whether it could break free or not would not affect His pleasure at all, there were only a handful of people who could really break free. How could a person bound by fate bring Him real change? The Great God's Declaration, cast by the Raven in charge of Thought and Memory, could not be changed from the moment it began.

Meteor, shattered.