Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Even though the Custodians and Dark Angels were charging, the Queen of Glory's bombardment completely shattered the broken strike cruiser, and most of the position was engulfed by the glory of plasma in the battle! In an instant, nearly one-third of the angels were wiped out by friendly fire, and the remnants of the Thousand Sons who faced the ion were easily annihilated in the fire.

Theoretically, it was a more glorious victory won with less casualties in a much shorter time than expected, but these scenes of efficient cruelty were definitely enough to excommunicate the supreme commander who committed such heresy no matter who judged it!

A voluntary sacrifice is a sacrifice, although this is often forgotten because the lives of the Astra Militarum are too cheap, but the Astartes are not beings that can be manipulated in this way. It is unthinkable to use numbers and casualties to measure tactics and to sacrifice hundreds of Astartes at will.

Salmin's reason was simpler, and it was worth it. When Astartes also became cheap, and their human rights were overshadowed by the attributes of objects, "sacrifice" became a matter of course. When the fresh and precious lives of Astartes were equated to the illusory "resource points" with a shelf life of three weeks, fierce war consumption became the optimal solution.

Either they were exchanged with the Thousand Sons in battle; or they quietly disbanded after three weeks and returned 25% of their resources, or they continued to eat up her organization and had to be supported by her maintenance fees. It was so cruel to materialize human resources and only calculate material gains and losses. And this extreme cruelty would be transferred to Magnus on [Tizca's Revenge] through a higher exchange ratio!

"Crazy, everyone is crazy!" This was the only thought of the Red King, who thought he had seen a real big scene and would never be afraid. Even the fact that Salmin killed him instantly in a hand-to-hand fight did not shock him, but the fact that his offspring melted like snowflakes completely shattered his heart.

No Primarch, not even Perturabo, could bear to see tens of thousands of his offspring being slaughtered in front of him. Not to mention that he was controlling the entire legion of more than 70,000 Rubric Soldiers remotely while also experiencing dozens of casualties per minute from a first-person perspective. The crazy exchange of offspring even made his operation somewhat distorted.

Elites wearing Terminator armor can be seen everywhere as if they are free, as if we have returned to the days when the human empire gradually leveraged the unlimited resources of half of the galaxy and invested them all in the Great Crusade, or the Astartes Legion without mercy. However, this shattered glory of the past exists as an enemy.

If these thousands of small mobile fortresses formed the spearhead of the attack, then what really determined the local battlefield was the unrivaled joint offensive of dozens of sacred dreadnoughts. It was not that the Astartes were unable to deal with a dreadnought, but any loophole in this reckless onslaught would lead to a series of collapses!

As terrifying war engines that can forcibly create loopholes in the battlefields of the Astartes with just a single appearance, the firepower and defense of the Holy Dreadnoughts allow these elders to annihilate even an entire Astartes company in extreme cases - as long as the opponent is too poor to provide even a heavy armed vehicle such as the Poison Blade or Thunder Hawk.

As luck would have it, the Thousand Sons trapped in the starship at this moment really couldn't produce much heavy firepower that could penetrate the shields and armor of the Kanna. As for their proud psychic powers? Now that most wizards were defending the flagship with Magnus, the few that slipped through the net were nothing more than a trick in front of the Dark Angels mixed with the Sisters of Silence!

Each Holy Dreadnought that appeared on the front line required the desperate charge of several companies to barely destroy it. After all, the coordinated combat of the Dark Angels Infantry was not for nothing. This stupid attack made Magnus a little reluctant, but he had to push his descendants into hell with his own hands, just like he and his wisest descendants had done ten thousand years ago.

If he didn't take the initiative to counterattack and destroy the Fearless halfway, the price of letting the elder tear open a hole would be a severe blow to the entire line of defense or even its collapse. Even if it was like drinking poison to quench his thirst, he had to drink this cup of poison.

"--It's just drinking poison to quench thirst," Salmin, while slaughtering as a single sharp blade, could overlook the entire battle situation from another perspective high in the sky, "The tactic of adding fuel to the fire is a taboo in military strategy when the situation is disadvantageous, don't follow it if you are afraid, and don't be afraid if you follow it!" Magnus didn't want to risk his life to protect his offspring, but he didn't want to run away and abandon his wife and children.

You want both, how can you have such a good thing! Even though the total strength of the Astartes is only a little over one-third of that of the Thousand Sons, the Dark Angels have the effect of three times the strength - this is momentum! My good brothers are endless, while your Thousand Sons Legion is suffering casualties every minute!

My troops are all Martians, what qualifications do you have to fight with me? The only real weak points in the entire fleet are the heavily protected Emperor's Dream and Salmin herself. There is only one way to defeat her, and that is to completely defeat her in a sacred close combat like a dignified warrior!

Magnus was in the wrong war at the wrong time. He was so infiltrated by Alpha that he even learned the name of Salmin from Saint Tzeentch after he died in battle. It was another name! When he made deployments based on the little intelligence that was so bad that it was worse than nothing, he had already lost.

In just the third hour of the land battle, when the special fleet had not yet descended below the continent, the Thousand Sons Fleet's control area was only the last core area - the flagship [Tizca's Revenge], the Glorious Queen-class battleship 'Radiance', the nine battleship flagships guarding the Radiance, and a mere eleven battleships...

The ashes and armor fragments of more than 40,000 Legions were scattered in the ruins before the last line of defense, and the price paid by Salmin was the sacrifice of more than 22,000 Dark Angels and more than 1,600 Emperor's Claws. As for the billions of naval crew members on both sides who died, it was meaningless in the face of this level of casualties of Space Marines.

The firing of hundreds of thousands of artillery shells of various types made the steel continent beneath our feet increasingly flat and rugged. These two almost opposite descriptions were extremely appropriate at this moment - the artillery fire flattened the protruding steel mountains, and also covered the surface of the continent with giant holes that were several meters or even more than ten meters deep, which were contradictory yet unified.

The plasma bombs were ready, and the precision air strikes of the last two thousand fighters of the entire fleet would kick off the final judgment of the Thousand Sons. Salmin came to the front of the battle array. She was the approaching storm, raising the storm of the raging hell! "The burning of Prospero ten thousand years later, the final end of the Thousand Sons..."

Chapter 114: Delayed Judgment

The main task of destroying the Thousand Sons Fleet and most of the living forces has been completed, but Salmin is not satisfied, she always wants more! She wants to try to see if she can completely annihilate a legion here before more Chaos reinforcements arrive. Or kick Magnus, a Primarch, out of this game!

Mortals who want to join the chess game of gods have to pay a price, just like Salmin, who, in her craziest and most arrogant moment, gambled the soul of a true god. The scorching ruby ​​opened up a ray of hope for her from the desperate darkness of the human empire!

That was the reward she deserved as the winner of the mythical battle, a wisp of Khorne's true spirit, the most precious thing in the world, an existence that could not even be measured by any tangible substance. She used it to overturn the established chess game!

Having defeated death and fate, until now she had no idea why she was so impulsive as to dare to fight to the death with the Scarlet Angel of Khorne, but that was also the most important transformation for her from a bystander immersed in the beautiful college years to a warrior who tore out the spine of the gods.

Now, she was going to shoot down the arrogant fool who had rushed into the script of God without knowing anything! The Death Guard and the Black Legion were entangled by the bait of the Cadia garrison and Fremas, and this was the best opportunity she could find. All in was a kind of wisdom, so - "All fleets, free fire! Until the last shell!"

Even the firepower of an entire fleet could only barely penetrate the warp curtain held up by "Tizca's Revenge", but this also hindered the psychic barrage that the flagship was supposed to spray and the most elite wizards of the Thousand Sons. In the end, Magnus gambled everything on the battle on the ground.

All the main forces of the Thousand Sons Legion in the Dreadshield sector have gathered behind this last bastion. The legion, which originally had just over 70,000 men, suffered double defeats in fleet and ground combat, and the number of Astartes still capable of fighting has fallen to less than 25,000. It can be said that the Thousand Sons Legion has once again slipped to the brink of extinction.

The armour and ashes collected by Thalmine and her troops were not in vain. Before Thalmine was killed in battle or the Emperor's Dream fell, the remains of more than 30,000 Thousand Sons located in her ships were permanent losses that would never be resurrected by Magnus. More than a third of the Sons and almost all of the warships were lost in the storm she created.

But this was also the most brutal battle she had ever fought. There were only less than 200 guardsmen, more than 1,100 sisters of silence and more than 2,600 dark angels standing in front of her ready to board the plane. The silent warriors without blood or tears still stood.

She wanted to say something, but looking at the warriors whose armors were covered with damage and blood, any extra words would be an insult to them and herself. The only thing Salmin could say was: "Attack for the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!" The silence was broken by a unified battle cry! Whether it was men or women, mortals, Astartes and the Emperor's Guards, there was no difference at this moment. No matter what the Emperor's current situation was, there was only one thing that was absolutely certain - he did not want the Great Rift to open, and did not want to see trillions of humans struggling in the tide of the warp!

What the emperor wishes is what you all want. Everyone standing here has this awareness, and they are willing to do it even if the price is countless deaths.

The silent march gathered into a torrent, and these troops were enough to be accommodated by the Salmin's Stormbird alone. At least this last living force would not be wasted in vain during the advance. The Stormbird was enough to bring everyone safely to the most suitable deployment point, the vital point of the Thousand Sons, the flagship, the revenge of Tizca!

Now that the void shield has not yet been broken, it is the last members of the Imperial Navy who really give the order to attack. They have been fighting from the very beginning throughout the game and have remained in the air force until this moment - every chip should be used in the most effective place. Directly attacking the fleet is the most foolish approach, but it is also the most powerful tactic.

Before boarding, the navy only has one round of attack time, and the output after that will not actually affect the battle situation much. In other words, the effective attack is only in the first round. Therefore, the most brainless pig-rushing tactic is the most appropriate at this moment.

After a brief period of preparation and repair, the Imperial Navy sailed across the sky that was dyed as bright as day by the surging shields. The dark Milky Way was lit up by fire at least in this corner. The clarion call of mankind's counterattack resounded here, not only to prevent the opening of the Great Rift, but also a belated judgment on the former sinners!

The current bleakness and despair of the Human Empire is definitely due to the "merit" of Magnus, who destroyed the Webway Project and cut off the possibility of humanity breaking free from the Warp. He may not be the MVP on the rebel side, but he is at least a gold medalist.

And now, at this fork in the road that will once again determine the future destiny of mankind, he has once again stood on the opposite side of the human race. Unfortunately, this time he will no longer be facing his father who loves him and his brother who does not completely hate him, but a war maniac who is greedily eyeing his life and legion!

The attack of the Navy was suicidal, or in other words, in this surprise attack where the outnumbered were victorious, Salmin had no orders to achieve results at all costs. Since she had come to the forefront of the battlefield, what sacrifices in this fleet were so great that they were unacceptable?

When this high-intensity battle reached this level, no one had any doubts about the crazy attack anymore, whether it was hatred or inertia... In short, all Salmin could do was to direct this surging wave towards the enemy in front of him!

More than 2,000 void fighters of various models, each of which is comparable to a yacht or even a small frigate in the 21st century. If this force is used for carpet bombing, it can even destroy a city, and the facilities in the urban and suburban areas will fall into the sea of ​​fire. But how can the Thousand Sons main fleet be compared to a city?

The flagship, Tizca's Revenge, is no less than a small city. But at the same time, who says that the mission of the Imperial Navy is a simple bombing? Suicide attack means "I am the Empire's last missile!" The bombing of plasma bombs is not enough to penetrate the armor of starships, so what about a self-guided cluster bomb!

From the ground, dense rays of light intertwined, the combined efforts of witchcraft and steel would completely block the low altitude. However, for the Imperial Navy flying in the sky, except for the witchcraft purple clouds that exploded in orbit, which were enough to block an airspace, the intertwined firepower was also full of loopholes in the face of three-dimensional space.

Circumventing, accelerating and decelerating, maneuvering... the air knights have too many ways to evade attacks from the water. Air defense, air defense, nine out of ten defenses are air defenses. Only another naval aviation can truly suppress the attack of the air force, especially when the opponent has no intention of going back!

A distance of hundreds of kilometers is too narrow for a fighter plane in full afterburner mode! The glow of the plasma bomb gradually lit up from a distance, followed by a series of more dazzling flashes and more violent explosions, and a series of desperate charges flashed back and forth on the magnificent shell of the Tizca Pyramid.

If you fail to penetrate the enemy's armor, then crash into it! Whether it is the premature overload of the reactor or the plasma bomb in the bomb bay being detonated together, it is enough to tear off a piece of armor stained with blood and strong will from the greatest steel creation in this physical universe!

Layer after layer, after passing through hundreds of kilometers of anti-aircraft firepower, the plasma and molten metal that chiseled the broken armor of the Tizca pyramid with maximum power opened up the final path for the Storm Bird's assault! There was no need for the many plans that might lead to failure in the worst-case plan. It was a mere mortal who stabbed the poisoned dagger into the chest of the Thousand Sons!

When the remaining hundreds of fighter planes evacuated the battlefield after diving and dropping bombs, and the boots of the Imperial Guards and the Sisters of Silence stepped into this most profane human forbidden land filled with the disordered energy of the warp and heavy witchcraft for the first time, Magnus had no way to retreat, soldiers against soldiers, kings against kings! The running thunder tore apart the nine-story tower that was supposed to be isolated in the first moment!

"I am the approaching storm—"

Chapter 115: A Two-Way Trap

The numerous blockades inside the city-sized pyramid, whether it was the walls or the spells suspended in the air for blocking and attacking, were useless in front of Salmin.

When Salmin's charge was first blocked by the invisible force above the sky, she knew she was right. Who else but Magnus had the power to stop her? This was indeed a trap. Magnus would rather witness every scene of his offspring being slaughtered by her than keep the trap that could turn the tide of the battle!

But is there a possibility that, 'You are the challenger? ' Salmin deliberately stepped into the trap just to prevent the real prey from running away. Giving hope is the most perfect deception - only you can completely convince yourself. When both parties are equally confident, only the final success or failure can be judged.

Although Salmin still has some conflicts with the native concepts of the Warhammer universe, she has done a good job in leading by example - the so-called commander should fully exert his extraordinary combat power before being able to ensure his own safety, single-handedly defeat or even annihilate the main force of the enemy, and even kill the enemy general in battle!

Of course, for the supreme commander who is both the chief general and the chief coach, the most important thing is to ensure his own safety. For example, Old Thirteen gave it once ten thousand years ago, and gave it again after waking up. I can only say... it is recommended to increase the dosage. Or, always win, and keep winning.

After all, the Warhammer narrative has always been about the winner taking all. If Guilliman was killed by Kalos alone, and everyone present was forced to surrender, then he was a loser who only cared about eating and not being beaten! But if he was beaten to his knees and dragged to the Garden of Nurgle, but was possessed by the Emperor, and Nurgle not only gave him a blow but also burned the Garden, then he did it on purpose, and his clever plan brought peace to the world.

Just like the pure players of Paradox, the difference between war criminals and saints is only the difference between defeat and victory. And obviously, Salmin is always winning. Even if she rushes into Magnus's trap at this time, the initiative will be firmly in her hands. So what should be the trump card that can determine the direction of the battle?

In other words, in the Warhammer universe, what kind of existence can truly dominate the ground battlefield?

The answer is Titan!

"Lord of the Celestial Prison—" The true full view of the Salmin ship's armor, a majestic dragon far beyond the ordinary Titan condensed from the void! Although the towering body of hundreds of meters was very weak against Angron, the descendant of Khorne, but if it tore a group of Astartes apart in a relatively closed space?

The curtain of light that bloomed in an instant even illuminated the entire city. This hell, which was modeled after the fallen city of Prospero in the past and was filled with books recording endless souls, either innocent or damned, now welcomed the light of purification!

The artificial atmosphere inside was detonated by the light spears at the first moment. The light spears, which had previously reduced their power due to various reasons, finally no longer needed to be worried about at this moment - Salmin did not bring those overly fragile units this time. Whether it was the Imperial Guards, Astartes or Sisters of Silence, they were all high-level units wrapped in a full set of power armor.

Chain explosions or battles in non-atmospheric environments are nothing to fear for the most elite troops of the Human Empire, so Salmin can let go.

A ship girl is a complete existence only when she has a ship suit. Even if she has always been invincible with her outrageous values, it cannot change the fact that a ship girl is actually a long-range unit. From the common nova cannon, macro cannon, light spear to plasma macro cannon, deflagration light spear and even ancient relics of the dark technology era, these individual ship-borne weapons are where the real supermodel of the ship girl lies.

'Our Titan has entered the war zone, tactical bombing option is available'

It was like an Emperor's Dream directly breaking into the interior of another Queen of Glory. Who the hell could resist the Super Flag's boarding? The sharpest spearhead pierced the internal organs directly, but the secret that only Khorne himself knew was blasted out by her at this time!

One trick is enough to conquer everything. Salmin's advantage lies in her inherent close-range orbital bombardment - no matter what kind of magic circle or ritual it is, you always have to engrave it on the entity. After all, there are very few people like Carlos who directly use the foresight to hang in the void.

And in that case, when I'm simply destroying all nearby entities, from a city to a continent, or even an entire fucking planet, how can you, a dog, still mess with that nonsense subspace stuff?

"All gun ports, three salvos!"

Unlike the scattered light spears that had their power reduced to avoid accidental injuries, when the atmosphere detonated by chain fission became a true Jedi ruled by light and heat, and all the deployments of the Thousand Sons Legion were exposed in the flames that filled every inch of space, the giant dragon named Heavenly Prison truly revealed its hideousness!

Plasma flames rose from the ground, steel and flesh turned into steam, and the blazing blue light spread wildly to the outside world, causing the earth to crack into bloody holes. In just a few seconds, the world's most complete human library disappeared from this world without a trace.

This library is a reflection of the former home of the Thousand Sons, except that the precious books of various races have all been replaced with more conservative records based on human skin and bones, or more advanced, more user-friendly versions that are encapsulated in the souls of qualified psychics collected by the Thousand Sons from all over the Empire.

However, this fallen city had once again fallen into the doom that its cursed name deserved. From the bottom to the upper levels of the pyramid, only a cracked pit and countless metal fragments scattered around that were still emitting scorching heat were left in the all-encompassing plasma.

The stream of light that travels deeper in the plasma is none other than the relic cannon named 'Emperor's Claw'. It is the only ship-borne heavy artillery like a close-in defense gun left over from the Earth's long-ago dark technological age. The true form of that long and narrow beam of light is nothing more than countless single crystal piercing rods!

It spread out in a cone-shaped manner and hit the few still flickering psionic shields below. The self-sharpening and self-igniting shrapnel swept through like a storm, as if a piece of bright white ice chips exploded in mid-air, followed by a wall of dust rising from the ground and a hot molten sphere falling from the sky.

It was not dust, but everything that had been burned until only a few tiny remnants the size of sand were left. It was like a giant awakening, or like a flower blooming on the ground, swaying and growing upward, spreading at the top. At the same time, the violent shock wave rolled up the hot metal debris and flew quickly towards the distance along the ground.

The hot molten sphere that dripped from the upper layer of the pyramid in the storm was even almost fixed in mid-air by the mighty impact that was stirred within the hull, forming a standard sphere that changed from time to time!

However, this did not mean the end of the storm, but the beginning of it. Every 10 seconds, dozens of streams of light exploded overhead in the form of air-burst bombs. Countless shiny metal warheads turned the ground into a terrible hell of uninterrupted, continuously growing "thorn bushes" and explosions.

Under this extremely dense firepower, the troops of the Tzeentch demons disappeared at an alarming speed. Almost every shell would take away everything within a radius of several kilometers, whether real or illusory, including rocks, ground, metal, or the Thousand Sons and demon army that were not much stronger than them.

Everything Magnus had prepared for the Salmin trembled under this artillery fire and disappeared in large pieces. Under the might of the super flagship, all things belonging to the human world must succumb.

The earth was turned up and buried again and again, and countless shrapnel tore the ground into pieces, cutting it into pieces of debris. The earth was baked by the high temperature, and all you could see was billowing steel smoke and huge amounts of heat radiation that could be felt in the void.

Chapter 116 Time Stands Still

This is the end of life. The continuation of the past glory also ended up with the same fate as before, or even more tragic! Where you fell, you will fall again. The magnificent library was stained with the breath of the physical universe by the continuous bombing - gunpowder smoke replaced the floating soul, and flames engulfed the sobbing ice flames.

Starting from the middle level where Salmin broke into, up to the hundred floors over a thousand meters high, down to the deep tower bottom thousands of meters buried deep in the continent, this huge street fighting space that was stacked up enough to accommodate tens of millions of troops completely collapsed in this bombing that lasted less than half a minute!

As for the empty space? Isn't this a "single dragon playing with a pearl"? However, the pearl being played with by the mechanical Tyrannosaurus is even bigger than the Titan! When the gravity field anchoring in the starship takes effect again, it will be the opportunity for the sword of Damocles to fall, break the keel, and drag all the evil into the abyss!

The top of the tower is falling, billions of tons of corroded steel and solemn stone are falling! This is the end of the world, the end of Tizca!

But, Salmin knew that it was not over yet. If it were any other Primarch, even Guilliman would not have such an obsession with Macragge, but if it were Magnus, he would definitely not sit idly by and watch this mothership, which was modeled after the former Thousand Sons capital, fall into flames again.

And this was the opportunity she was waiting for. Breaking free from her restraints and reversing the situation, all of this happened in a matter of seconds. She believed that even the most psychically adept Primarch Magnus could not break through the noble barrier of the Untouchables in such a split second and beat her to her knees. If this was the case, it would be nothing more than a re-enactment of the previous plot!

When she caught sight of the red figure flashing out from the shadows again, she flew straight into the sky without hesitation. The chains and blades in the void had already collapsed, and a cold light once again reflected in Magnus' eyes -

Inhaling, exhaling, the slow and long breaths were squeezing out the last bit of air around him. Even though his body no longer needed these mortal things that humans rely on to survive, at this moment he couldn't help but revert to his bad habits from the time when he hadn't fully evolved, and it wasn't because of fear!

You have to remember that this is just a cautious act out of his superhuman wisdom, not cowardice, at all. At least that's how Magnus convinced himself, just like his previous concessions, everything is part of the plan, everything is a necessary investment on the road to victory.

Yes, investment, as long as he won the final victory, his offspring, his legion, his fleet and even the contract! Everything was just a short-term lease. Like a crazy gambler, he placed all his hopes on his wisdom and strength!

"Yes, that guy only used some magic, and with the help of the Sisters of Silence, he was able to launch a sneak attack. But here, right here even time has to submit to me, the Red King!" As long as there is a 'fair' opportunity, the gambler will always feel that he can turn the tables in one battle.

So, he didn't hide!

——Why not avoid it! Salmin had no time to think. She had enough time to speed up and even reached the speed of the first universe. She didn't even have the leeway to control her direction. But there was no need. Salmin dared to say that this attack was definitely not something that a being other than a true god could take.

Speed ​​has always been one of the most important points in melee combat, especially in the Warhammer world where the attack side is generally much higher than the defense side. Is it useful to have more health? Without special protection, you can kill the enemy in one round. The damage of the hit is the damage. Speed ​​is the key to turn your attack into effective output and the opponent's damage into ineffective output.

At this moment, Salmin really became a stream of light, not an 'incarnation', nor a ridiculous 'as if'. Her body squeezed and distorted the surrounding medium. Under the distortion of the gravitational lens, the Iron Queen who seemed to rise from the abyss overlapped with the scene in the starship. Nie Zheng's stabbing of Han Kui was like a white rainbow piercing the sun!

Will win! She even dared to say that even the fragments of the Star God would be shattered by this shot, not to mention the primarchs or psychic energy and other unknown things - but, stopped!

It was neither blocking nor piercing through the phantom. How could Salmin do such a stupid thing as missing the target? But the fact was that her full-strength thrust, which was definitely going to hit the target, suddenly stopped less than ten meters in front of Magnus - completely still.

Did they win? The sandstorm obscured everyone's view except for Magnus, who was almost face-to-face with them, but the silence seemed to have explained everything.

Although Salmin's body had already stopped in the void, the impact and waste heat from the aftermath of her movement alone heated hundreds of tons of deck to the point of melting and shattering. The thick metal smoke, as fine as sand and dust, destroyed everything in front of it like a real storm, and outlined fine lines in the air, tinging the dark blue with a hint of golden light.

Even though Magnus had tried to dispel the steel storm as heavy as a hill at the first moment, it was a bit insulting to the eyesight of everyone standing there. The complex emblem that was exactly the same as the holy emblem of Tzeentch was unscrupulously overflowing with divinity, and the terrifying divine power was the clearest beacon.

At this point, it no longer matters how the holy emblem of Tzeentch, which even Salmin was unable to discover, was outlined by a mere storm. The illusory roar of anger completely tore apart the tattered curtain of reality inside the Eye of Terror in an instant. The legion filled with blood and death came to vent the rage of the god on the throne!

The time-stopping field that completely surpassed human intelligence collapsed together with the reality curtain under the anger of God. The injury caused by the suspended time almost destroyed Salmin's body in an instant - the full-strength blow reaching the speed of the first universe hit the stagnant time, which was equivalent to every inch of her body being evenly hit by this blow.

The fact that she didn't die on the spot was because she was a ship girl and didn't have any fatal flaws in the conventional sense. Even if Khorne had torn off a third of her head, she still fought. She could still fight, but she backed off.

Because she cannot die. She is the person who cannot die the most in the world. Her death means the opening of a great rift. She cannot be willful with such a responsibility. Only humans, not beasts, can suppress their instincts and preferences.

As she said, only a true god can defeat her. In other words, as long as the five strongest evil gods in Warhammer attack her, she will definitely lose now. Isolated and helpless, she must consider the will of the gods, and now no matter what the reason, Tzeentch has attacked her, and without a god as a backer, she must fight a true god by herself.

Chapter 117: Can you still lose when a flying dragon rides on your face?

It was cool to fight against gods with a mortal body, but she couldn't be cool, nor did she dare to be cool - she no longer lived only for herself, and her retreat at this time was her growth. How was provoking a true god in the Eye of Terror different from seeking death?

Being unable to observe the outside world while in stillness, she thought it was Khorne coming to help, and dared not get involved. If the Emperor was willing to clearly support her in killing one of His children, then Thalmin would be willing to do it. Even if she was seriously injured, she was confident that she could exchange her injuries for her life if the gods did not intervene.

But there is no if. When the fragments of internal organs flew out with blood and were completely destroyed by her under the flames of plasma, she had already retreated to the troops behind - the two different demon armies had turned the battlefield into two colors. Not only in this pyramid, but tens of billions of demon armies on the entire steel continent were fighting in the name of the two gods!

This was also one of the reasons why Salmin retreated. Even if it was a cheap consumable, she knew how to choose between "consuming it in battle as a price" and "leaving them behind to kill Magnus alone and then escaping alone". Price and abandonment are two completely different concepts.