Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Close, too close, and too fast! In the blink of an eye, the judgment fell, with a Queen of Glory as a sacrifice, a blow that was enough to destroy the planet and shatter the plate!

The void shield that could withstand the firepower of several fleets collapsed at the moment of collision, and all that was left was the reality curtain that Magnus had erected, which could be called absolute defense. Can it be blocked?

Magnus no longer had the energy to reply. All he could do was to push forward with all his might. Behind him was his last offspring. How could he retreat? "Quack! Power, come out!"

The remaining fragments of the broken vast void shield slid down like a brilliant galaxy, but Gungnir was faster than anything else. One hundred and twenty-seven kilometers per second meant that a thousand meters away was only a moment. The triple golden eagle ram on the bow of the ship, shining with scorching glory, was the best embodiment of destruction in this Qiongyu!

Any human being is so small under the twenty-six-kilometer-long, one hundred and seventy-billion-ton Adamantine Mountain Range. If the blow when Khorne destroyed the Anthem's engine was like the blow that cut off an asteroid, then this was the real pinnacle of this world, without even the word 'like'!

Not to mention the Salmin who was still at the continental level, even if the Emperor himself came, he would have to do his best. Then, what about Magnus who had been strengthened to the extreme? The annihilation of white light exploded in an instant, the sound was silent, the elephant was invisible, and the silent collision was buried under pure color.

What, what did you do?

Chapter 109 We will win!

No one knows what the scene is like in the annihilation, but power will not lie.

The molten steel continent, which had already endured countless macro-cannon and plasma strikes, was shaking at a speed visible to the naked eye. Thousands of cracks stretching for thousands of meters were the result of the aftermath. Just this tiny impact tore apart more than a dozen already damaged strike cruisers, and clusters of twisted ceramic steel pierced the special cement that was poked open by the upturned refined golden keel.

The fleet was being destroyed, but no one cared about this little thing anymore. All eyes, instruments, and techniques were focused on one thing, a piece of land - was it blocked?

Watching the sinking continent in the still existing void, people already had an answer in their hearts. But when witnessing this scene, no one cared about any conjectures, they just regretted not being able to see the real battle of the strongest through the annihilation of all things - if they could see it with their own eyes, it would be worth it even if they died!

When the white light faded, what appeared before their eyes was the ending that both sides were not satisfied with but hoped for. The red Titan in blue and black armor was disintegrating, and the one that pierced through and destroyed it and just barely inserted into the pyramid was the broken and twisted Gungnir. It did not completely block it, but it did not destroy it either.

The Red King's ability to empty his thousands of years of accumulation in one fell swoop in the Eye of Terror was beyond everyone's imagination. Even Saint Tzeentch, who did not specifically observe fate, could not help but feel surprised and delighted.

As a father who protects his children, Magnus really surpassed his own limits, from his hands, head, chest, to his wings - he used his own flesh and blood and psychic energy to take on the divine spear that was enough to shatter the structure of the continent and exterminate the planet. The price he paid was the collapse of the incarnation of terror and... the slowly approaching death.

“Do you regret it? Trying your best can only prolong your life for a moment. The demise of your offspring will be inevitable.” The Lord of Change’s instigation, or sharp comments, emerged in Magnus’s dying hallucination.

The Red King looked at the one-sided massacre in the illusion with indifference, "The Thousand Sons' wizard conclave is not so lame that they can't even release a single psychic power. Can't they even escape after I return to the warp?" Even so, Magnus, who was refuting the Lord God, couldn't help but hesitate.

"Your offspring will face my Everchosen, Huki." Magnus could even hear a hint of smile in the voice, "Her power is actually stronger than you, my Primarch." The future of Thalmin and the Emperor's Claws slaughtering like an assembly line was clearly presented to the Father of the Thousand Sons.

"As a reward for presenting me with this unexpected drama, I will give you one more chance - present me with ninety-nine worlds and nine changes in exchange for the Ninefold Vow." The price of this blessing is extremely expensive even for a chosen one like Ahriman. It can be said that no individual or warband can afford it.

——Except for the Primarch.

Magnus hesitated, not because the price was too high, but on the contrary, it was too cheap. Corrupting ninety-nine worlds and offering them to the Lord of Change might take a warband a thousand years to accomplish, but for him, who controlled the Thousand Sons Legion, it was just a random plunder.

Just paying this price would allow Tzeentch to personally pull him back from death? And give him the Ninefold Oath that could defeat Tzeentch's Eternal Chosen? No one would think that he could gain any benefit from Tzeentch - I, Magnus, am no longer the fool who was like a puppet.

"That's enough. Stop teasing me here. Let's talk it out."

Laughter broke the silence, and then a thousand tremolos continued to roar, like birds and beasts, like human voices, like old people, like children, like men, and like women... "That's enough. The value of the Ninefold Oath itself will be borne entirely by the loser."

Magnus finally understood what Tzeentch meant. The ninety-nine worlds and nine changes were merely the cost of qualifying to sign the Ninefold Oath, a pure fucking agency fee. Then he would make the oath in exchange for power and save him at the same time. In the end, the loser would have to pay the value of the Ninefold Oath itself.

I have to pay three layers of skin for nothing except the channel, but Magnus was relieved. I am not afraid of Tzeentch making money, but I am afraid that He would rather lose money to do something. Since he wants me to capture the disobedient eternal doll for Him, the deal should be no problem. "I sign it."

In fact, he really had no other choice. Either he watched his descendants perish here and the Thousand Sons Legion became a joke again, or he had no choice but to obey Tzeentch.

The bluebird sitting on the seat also smiled. The disobedient dolls should be punished and killed each other. The dealer takes all! No matter who wins in the end, the winner will not get anything except the cheapest false "freedom". It's a useless victory with everything at stake, hahaha, hahahahahahaha——

This communication was not long, but when Magnus broke free from the death of the physical universe, not even half a second had passed. The nine invisible strengthening totems were imprinted on the red skin as if they had always existed. Only the overflowing magic power reminded him that something had been changed since the beginning.

Although he was not as powerful as he was when he blocked the suicide attack of the Glorious Queen-class battleship, he was more controllable. Now he could also easily tear apart any so-called brother and crush the weak flesh and blood into a muddy ground. Even if it was the Everchosen who had defeated the bloodthirsty beast, what could he do?

"Will win!"

This was Magnus's declaration of victory after he woke up. There was no need to think, analyze, or make assumptions. At this moment, he was undoubtedly the most powerful person in the world. He was invincible and only needed to state his victory.

He only needed to stretch out his hand, and the gorgeous blade would gather here again and be recast in his hand. The blade of Magnus, burning with cold flames, was indestructible and could cut anything! There was no need for any hesitation, he just held the blade tightly, swung it, and slashed sideways!

Empty swing? No, it was foreknowledge! A short sword that no one could see clearly happened to strike the war blade, creating a flash of stars and flying in the air. Facing this gift falling from the towering divine spear, Magnus also had some return gifts, such as a psychic storm that was enough to move mountains.

It was a storm that tore off the last fig leaf of Gungnir, which had been completely destroyed in the collision, and pulled down all the protruding decks of tens of thousands of square meters, turning it into a meat-crushing machine that could stop any usurpers who tried to board from this route. As for the airships and soldiers that were caught in it? Even the Sister of Silence was powerless to calm this inevitable celestial phenomenon!

Only the life and death of the strongest can determine the true outcome of this war! Do you think you have won? King against king is enough. Before Magnus falls, no one will be able to hurt his last offspring. "I hereby declare your demise and defeat, Huki!"

Chapter 1: Invincible in the Sound of Swords ()

Ha, who in this world dares to claim to be invincible, who dares to claim to be undefeated?

What a coincidence! Salmin also felt that she was truly invincible - that scattered storm of sword blades was just a test to shrink the range. She was faster than psychic power and would arrive earlier than the future before the next prophecy was completed!

A flash of cold light arrived first! The tall figure wearing majestic golden armor, who had already changed his posture, suddenly appeared in front of Magnus at a speed that was almost off. You have to know that for the full-powered Sarmin in the ship girl form, this 20 kilometers of tilting did not even take half a minute. With just a few heavy steps to accelerate, the wingless angel fell to the earth.

With her physical body alone, she ran at a speed more than eight times faster than the fastest fighter plane in service in the empire. Not to mention the psychic storm evoked by Magnus and the severely delayed constant prophecy. When the red single eye barely caught a glimpse of golden glow, the cold light was less than a hundred meters away.

What was even more terrifying was the weakness! The feeling of being ripped apart from his soul even overwhelmed his surprise. The untouchable!

For a battle of this level, there is no such thing as a battle of 300 rounds without a winner. The winner will be decided by a clash of swords and swords! The powerful extroverted untouchables bring more than just physical disgust and discomfort to psychics. The interference with the subspace energy is the essence of this noble law-breaking unit.

As Salmin took a step forward, the brilliant starlight twinkling in the wind and waves caused by the charge was exactly the Nine-Layered Sky Palace that Magnus had high hopes for, to serve as the last line of defense to protect him or to exchange blood with shield when necessary, but he couldn't even wait for the enemy?

But Magnus no longer had time to think about all these unnecessary things. All the computing power that his superhuman brain could mobilize was concentrated on that one shot - again, Salmin was too fast, and the first-mover advantage brought by this sufficient acceleration and surprise attack was absolute.

Salmin is undoubtedly the person with the strongest initial killing ability in the world. It's like an ordinary mercenary encountering Svectian. How can he resist that frame-dropping sword technique? The Red King almost bit through his fangs, and with the groaning of his muscles and the resistance of his waist, he barely pulled the long-handled battle blade in front of him with the will of the first level of the Primarch!

Blocked? No, that streak of light was a short sword, more than two feet long, without a guard. In the hands of a mortal, it was only a little shorter, but not to mention Magnus, even the smaller Salmin only used it for throwing, but such a sharp blade became the hammer of death.

The blades intersected, and the dagger, which was several times heavier than the electromagnetic catapult, abruptly stopped Magnus's plan to further adjust the blade. Although it was a bit too much of a disregard for Salmin to want to change his tactics at this distance, he was deprived of even the chance to try to touch a miracle - a fatal blow!

No matter how much he defended himself, it was useless. If he couldn't block it, he was a weakling, and being a weakling was his original sin! The golden spear was only less than ten centimeters slower than the dagger, and its trajectory almost overlapped with that of the dagger at hypersonic speed. It penetrated directly from under the Blade of Magnus. There was no collision of weapons, and no magic to protect the body. No matter how much he boasted about his tough physique, it was just a piece of thin paper.

The only difference is whether the paper is folded in half or not. Does it make sense? It's the same for Salmin. The spear blade tears through the armor and flesh without any delay. It's like entering nothing. This spear is very accurate! Although it is a surprise attack, it pierces the most accurate position. When the internal organs are completely crushed by the force, the only thing blocking it is the spine.

Perhaps because he was taught by Khorne, Thalmin has always had a special liking for the spine, ah, of course, in battle, otherwise he would have accidentally entered the nuclear. But there is nothing wrong with this, and it can be called a good habit - Warhammer is not fantasy after all, as strong as the Primarch or even Lao Deng, they can't even kick their legs after their backs are broken or their throats are strangled.

The spine is the safest part of these supermen, but it also has the largest contact area and is the most important part! Magnus's wide-open goal is like a heavy cruiser trying to leak its waist and scatter mines at 10 kilometers in the battle line. Who can resist the temptation of exploding the core? There is no need for the next move. Salmin directly smashed in the remaining three points of strength, "Ah——"

Faster than Magnus's closing swing! The blood-shining spear blade spun and shattered the spine that was directly pierced, but how could this be considered the end? The advantage of the spear lies in both hands - the back force that was forced out was for a one-time killing blow, a pick! Or even a direct upward chop!

From the middle of the spine, relying solely on the strange power in a small space, he pierced through the chest from bottom to top, all the way to the neck! The spine of the whole body was broken in this blow, and then completely shattered and exploded by the force that penetrated the body. As for the bones and internal organs that were either leaning against or close to it, they were even more stirred into a ball of meat paste and particles that was still rotating.

Blood and flesh were all over the place, tendons and bones were broken, and even the spine that connected the brain and limbs was just a pile of bone fragments. Logically speaking, Magnus no longer had the strength to fight back, and even his blade and hands were just moving by inertia, but Salmin still had no intention of stopping.

It's a matter of victory or defeat, and of life or death! The 13th Black Crusade is not a dinner party, so how can we stop? Salmin took another half step forward, just missing the blade that was unable to change its moves, and took advantage of the situation to deliver another move, which was a front kick!

This is a relatively limited lethal force, mainly used to control the distance, but in this small space, this is enough. The hands and feet are staggered to exert force, and the final upward kick has become a fixed purpose. When strength is not a disadvantage, the flexibility and slenderness of the female body are a complete bonus, and the steel boots will turn this explosion into an impact and smash it into the broken body.

Thunder suddenly rose, and the silver bottle burst! Magnus's blade flew backwards even faster under this overwhelming force before it even passed Salmin, and it was only half a corpse - the body that was almost split vertically by Salmin's gun finally fell apart under this blow, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from the air!

Calculating the time, it was only a encounter of one thousandth of a second, and the only thing that remained of the Red King's original appearance was the one-eyed head that was ripped off alive and hung high on the golden spear!

Even before a single spectator arrived, the outcome was decided. As she herself said, Salmin was the warrior who was best at taking the initiative and killing at first sight, bar none.

The only drawback is that Magnus is not a small fry who can be found everywhere. He did not even have the chance to display his newly acquired superhuman self-healing ability, so he naturally has more than one life. At least in the Eye of Terror and Tizca's Revenge, he still has a chance to make a comeback and live again.

Salmin felt the familiar breath rising from the distance. Want to play fair again? No, she never had any moral principles. "Main fleet, fire cover, position 114-514, three salvos!"

Chapter 2: Invincible in the Sound of Swords ()

The illusory particles floated and entangled in the air until they were stained with a strange red light. It was new skin, wrapped with deep curse power. With the help of the magic of the Ninefold Oath and the backup plan left by Magnus, a brand new body welcomed the sinful soul.

He was resurrected. No, a more accurate statement should be that Magnus's return location changed from the warp to this body, a particularly clever technique, which was also the source of his confidence - two powerful men of similar strength were fighting to the death, and one of them was slightly relieved and automatically resurrected infinitely. Why wouldn't he have the confidence to win?

Unfortunately, the Salmin was not turned off. Magnus turned on the flying, headlock, and health lock, hoping to kill a lot of people, but was kicked out of the game directly. He was confused and recalled how he died!

A streak of light! He only saw the golden-armored warrior flashing in front of him. Although he was much shorter than him, his nearly 2.8 meters tall was definitely not a damn mortal. Was it his brothers? Rogal Dorn? The decorations on the armor were somewhat similar, but the color, body shape, and even strength were far inferior.

Rogal Dorn is also worthy of killing me in one second? Magnus even found his imagination ridiculous. Regarding this ranking of combat power, it is worth mentioning that 80% of the Primarchs believe that they are stronger than 80% of the Primarchs, while the other 20% believe that they are the strongest.

As it happens, he is in the minority, but even so, Magnus still felt a little...panic? The power of that man even reminded him of that unspeakable person, the cursed existence. The flying dagger was enough to block his full-strength slash, and with just a spear thrust, he was split straight in half, cut off, and the army took the head!

He finally understood why the strange bird was interested in competing with the Kobolds for the Eternal Chosen. In the Warhammer universe, strength is the key to success. If you are strong enough, there will be many people who want to take you to the mountains. The conditions for the Chosen are very harsh, but his absolute power is the cornerstone of everything. As long as you meet the requirements, it will be enough to make them let go of their reserve.

He couldn't block that shot, even if he was not mistaken. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he had to face up to it since he had lost once. What was the concept of killing the demon in one blow? Ha, he couldn't guarantee that he could kill the demon in one blow even if he faced a weak demon. This was a level higher than the previous level!

That was an absolute and overwhelming gap. Magnus could not think of any direct countermeasure except avoiding the guerrilla warfare. He was cut in half in an instant when he was more than 20 kilometers away. What else could he do except guerrilla warfare? He couldn't die and then sigh, "I'm sorry, I didn't have as much fun as Lord Huki."

Damn, what a clown! How could he, Magnus, the father of the Thousand Sons, the Red King, get involved in such nonsense! Struggle is his and their fate. If they lose with swords, they can just change their ways. He doesn't believe that no matter how strong you are, Hu Ji, you can't beat the cannons.

The firepower of Tizca's Revenge is not inferior to any Queen of Glory-class battleship. Even if it was pierced by the Queen of Glory who could not perish together with him, it still retained more than 40% of its firepower. These macro cannons, light spears and even more obscure warp weapons (D cannons) are like arms under his psychic power.

Who can say that weapons are not part of strength? Magnus finally smiled. Although it might not be reliable, it was the limit of his current ability. But this smile did not last long - Salmin had no intention of continuing to fight with him.

This is natural. Miss Salmin can only say that Ogryn is really stupid. The purpose of her coming here is to completely destroy the Thousand Sons Legion's offensive capability against Cadia, not to fight solo with the undead.

Since Ogryn had enabled resurrection and didn't allow killing, she wouldn't kill. Salmin didn't have the pride of a strong man. She loved slaughtering Astartes and even mortals. To her, killing Magnus and the Thousand Sons wizards, or slaughtering more than 60% of the Red Letter Warriors were just ways to destroy the Thousand Sons Legion.

There was no need to kill Magnus. He was not Carlos, who could crush Salmin in strategy and tactics. Killing him first was just a matter of convenience. Since this expected simple way of playing truant had turned into a boring undead hack-and-slash game, she might as well smash the red cans. At least the sound was crisp.

It is true that the Rubric Warrior can be resurrected, and for Magnus, it is no more complicated than drinking water. But, how could Thalmin choose this path without some countermeasures? The resurrection of the Rubric Warrior requires armor and ashes, and Thalmin simply throws the dead body with the shell and ashes into the ship's armor. Hey, come and kill me if you dare.

"Otherwise, your descendants will never be able to stand up again." Even Tzeentch cannot remotely cast spells on untouchables like Salmin in the physical universe, let alone Magnus.

And players like Thrallmin who are good at high-speed, high-damage, one-shot kills are even more brutal when they kill young enemies, just like how she almost single-handedly defeated tens of thousands of Khorne troops in Armageddon. Human wave tactics are completely ineffective against her. If she can break through the defense, she can break it, and if she can't, she will never be able to break it.

But her killing will not stop just because the enemy's weapons shattered on her body. When the opponent changed from Magnus to his offspring, slaves, and puppets, Salmin didn't even have to think or use martial arts. This was the most violent aesthetic, a hearty slaughter!

Invincible in the sound of real swords!

Her charge left the Dark Angels, Custodians, and Sisters of Silence who were riding on various boarding ships far behind her - how could a mere airship compare to a fantasy creation made of endless steel and adamantium? Just a light step forward was enough to bring about a striking metal storm on this molten continent.

Yes, even if there are no wind or waves and so many media in the void, the tons of steel that are crushed into dust and thrown away by the huge recoil of each step are a series of intersecting shining storms. Salmin will only slow down a little when his physical body breaks through the void shield.

She passed through the ruins and open space at a speed visible to the naked eye. When she entered the void shield, the killing god showed her trembling desperation - in the most brutal way, she used her bare hands to forcibly dig through the composite armor that was more than ten meters thick! She deliberately did not use weapons and gauntlets, enjoying the delicate and soft bare hands, the feeling of the soft white flesh tearing through the cold steel.

He plunged his hands into the sharp and deformed fallen steel, and took out the intact parts by kneading them into neat metal blocks, and then crushed them with force. The metal became softer than the delicate hands looked and squeezed out from the gap, pure destruction. When the gap was large enough, he used both hands to tear apart the armor plates weighing thousands of tons!

Like a demon in a horror movie, he tore through the wall that was supposed to protect his prey, and then there was real despair. Swords and knives could not touch him, bullets could not penetrate him, and psychic power was a joke. When the thirteen daggers were used to kill, it was like a one-sided acrobatics.

The time it took her to suppress a battleship by herself depended only on its internal space and the distance between its core parts. As for people? They just had to pass by, whether they were demon engines, Thousand Sons warriors or Chaos followers, only the crisp collision sounds recorded their demise.

Chapter 3: Invincible in the Sound of Swords ()

Salmin abandoned the spear, as it was too much of a torture to use this three or four meter long giant weapon in such a narrow environment. Even though her strength was enough to cut through the wall and even the hull without any effort, it was too crude and inefficient. A light short sword was just right.

The sword blades were sharp, two feet and seven centimeters long, as graceful as a falling swan, yet weighed more than ten thousand pounds. The thirteen short blades, which were not even as long as an ordinary Astartes' arm, now became real killing weapons.

The breeze blew by, carrying a hint of blood and death. This was the ghosts hunting - Magnus could see Thalmin because he was an ascended primarch, not a complete warp being, and how could a group of souls see the changing forms of Thalmin, an absolutely invisible and terrifying hunter?

After the anti-psychic aura was completely gathered and restrained, what Salmin showed to the vision and perception of the warp was a piece of complete nothingness, just like ordinary people cannot see the air. There is no so-called method to break the invisibility.

This kind of strong concealment that only targets special beings is not very effective against those fallen beings in the physical universe, but most of the members of the Thousand Sons Legion are now more like a kind of subspace creature. It can only be said that they are lucky to meet Sarmiento.

Just like the Sister of Silence who intended to walk over and assassinate Khorne's Chosen Karn during the Siege of Terra, Thalmin had to do the same thing: walk, swing the sword, and collect the bodies. The only difference was that she would not die ridiculously from unknown AOE or randomly swung swords. Because she was the strongest.

The ten short swords were also part of her ship's equipment, floating beside her without any reason, allowing her to take them. Holding and throwing, just two verbs were enough to describe her calmness. The actual killing power was even comparable to the sharp blades of the Titan's main weapon. Against these Thousand Sons Rubric Warriors whose defenses had not changed much, it would be an exaggeration to say that they could penetrate them.

The boots covered with heavy armor and without revealing any skin stepped casually on the ground. This was certainly not to intimidate the mindless Thousand Sons warriors. Salmin was not so idle. Just like NTR was actually Nantong, Salmin's humiliation was naturally aimed at Magnus hiding in the flagship.

She lightly took a dagger from her side and threw it casually. She didn't even need to get close to the death-facing puppets who were ambushing in various parts of the battleship with ion heavy cannons and aiming at each other. She only needed to swing the sword at the wall - a conspicuous white line was blasted out from the artificial atmosphere inside the ship, and then the sharp blade behind the dozens of walls would be able to tear the Astartes' armor into pieces easily.

Salmin did not show the kind of despair that could split rivers and cut off mountains. Instead, he deliberately gave a glimmer of almost invisible hope. He slowly strolled between the decks, slaughtering the descendants of Magnus in the fastest and most brutal way. Even the corpses were to be completely desecrated, completely cutting off the possibility of his "lovers" being resurrected.

It is blasphemy. There is no rule that only Chaos can desecrate the corpse of Astartes. Salmin has no mercy or empathy for these traitors who have completely fallen into Chaos. If you do it on the first day, why can't I do it on the fifteenth? If Xiao Ma continues to watch his offspring die coldly, Salmin will fulfill his wish -

Witness his offspring perish under her sword, even the fragments of armor and the last evidence of their existence in the world, those scattered ashes will be devoured by her. All his efforts for ten thousand years, all his attempts to change the fate of the Thousand Sons Legion will be turned into nothingness, a dream under her sword.

The blades shredded armor, and wherever the Thalmin passed, only broken souls groaned in the empty void, wailing for their fathers to be saved, and finally being sucked into the insatiable appetite of the Untouchables. One hundred, two hundred, six hundred, a thousand... This slaughter would continue forever until Magnus appeared.

This was a response, or punishment, to Ogryn and his Thousand Sons Legion, who had brazenly intervened in a war that they should not have intervened in. The Primarch-level combat force that entered the secondary battlefield was met with such a one-sided massacre. If Salmin had not taken this opportunity to stop the Thousand Sons in Eidolon, this scene would have appeared on the plains of Cadia.

In the midst of the killing, her heart was as cold as her armor, and the Rubric Warriors could not even provide the blood to warm her armor. Only the crisp sound of the sharp blade cutting off the weapon and shattering the power armor prevented this from becoming a simple counting activity. This was a game, to see whether Magnus could sit still, and to bet on the lives of the Thousand Sons Legion!

If Magnus could really hold back from coming out, then Salmin would not dare to rush in except to order the fleet to continue bombing Tizca's revenge. But if Magnus softened his heart a little and could not bear to see his offspring perish meaninglessly in the most despicable massacre, with even their souls and ashes being desecrated - then please offer your head.

As the combined forces of the Imperial Claws of the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence descended from the sky to join the battlefield, the balance of this systematic extermination campaign against the Thousand Sons Legion became increasingly clear. Salmin killed quickly and well, but she was only one person. Clearing out battleships one by one was not a field battle on the great plains. There were only these people per unit area, so how fast could they be?

When more than 2,000 Emperor's Claws and 25,000 Dark Angels joined the battle on the continent, the intensity of the war was detonated in an instant. With the mobility of the Astartes and the Custodians, every inch of land and every warship on this void island of more than ten square kilometers was filled with the roar of bombs and chainsaws.

The warplanes and gunboats hovering in the air kept pouring down even hotter iron rain on the burning steel! The brilliance of plasma bombs and ion cannon fire rose and fell, but this was just a small scene. Even the poisonous spider magnum-type flame cannon of the Ares gunboat, which was known as the extermination order within the star, had to succumb to the main gun group of the higher battleship.

The caliber of the main guns on the side of the Queen of Glory-class battleship can even reach an incredible number of 203 meters, which is enough to allow the Emperor-class Titans to travel side by side. The huge hole pointing diagonally downward is definitely not a threat.

The firepower of this super-heavy macrocannon or plasma macrocannon is enough to wipe out a cruiser that could have supported the battle line for more than ten hours in a single salvo, along with its void shield! Just the countless coolants that were instantly evaporated and heated to the ion cloud raised by the secondary explosion was enough to completely clear a large area of ​​airspace.

And in this war that can be said to be a matter of inches, four of these ultimate war weapons, of which there are no more than half a hundred in the world, are throwing flames at each other at all costs that can easily destroy an entire conventional main fleet. This confrontation between heaven and earth is much more exciting than an ordinary revelation.

Every minute and every second there were reports of warships being captured or destroyed. Nearly 100,000 Astartes were fighting in the ruins and on the decks, regardless of casualties! This was a gamble, a war where all the chips were invested. Whoever was the first to not bear the snowflakes of sacrifice would announce the end of that side.

Chapter 113: The End of the Thousand Sons

Only the most cold-blooded commanders could tolerate such casualties. If a chapter lost 500 battle brothers in a war, then the chapter would completely lose the ability to go on expeditions for hundreds of years - if they did not want to destroy the entire glorious chapter because of an accident.

The Astartes were only suitable for small-scale battlefields, and even the sacrifice of dozens of non-recruits Astartes was enough to make that battle forever remembered in the history of the chapter. No one would be so crazy as to use these precious Astartes warriors until today!

This was no longer a war, but a crazy gambler's exchange of chips, attacking at all costs! The saturation attack of the naval guns and bombings did not even have the slightest intention of stopping. Infantry and artillery coordination? Integrated sea, land and air operations? None of that was needed. The two legions that did not know what death was fought in the fiery prison until the last moment!