Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Swinging his spear to cut off all the demons that gathered around him without knowing the situation, Salmin wanted to retreat first. But Magnus refused to accept it. What the hell? You think my house is a toilet, you can come and go as you please. Did my more than 50,000 descendants die in vain?

"Since I was able to kill you Hu Ji in one second just now, if it weren't for the damned Blood God's attack, you would have been a corpse. You want to run now? It's too late!" Magnus, who selectively ignored the fact that it was Saint Tzeentch's power that dealt the fatal blow and had absolute control, resolutely attacked.

The Blade of Magnus, named after him, brought up a cold flame when it was swung, and the bone-corrosive wind burned hundreds of demons from all camps into ashes. In an instant, it passed through the short gap where Thalmin retreated. Flames, storms and psychic lightning complemented each other, and any living being in it could only end up in chaos.

But this was too easy for Salmin. Magnus had thought about killing such a powerful enemy with this alone. Even for the Primarch of the Tzeentch family, the sacred close combat was the real deciding factor in victory or defeat. Obscure fluctuations spread in the space, and he was searching for the opportunity to appear behind the enemy.

An excellent position can bring terrifying enhancement to a traditional mage like him. Although it was Tzeentch's credit that he stopped Salmin just now, putting that fact aside, he also made a lot of contributions. The first was a powerful prophecy that he had been preparing since he returned to Tizca's revenge.

It was not a big fake that predicted something that could not be changed, but a most advanced prediction that predicted a future miracle in which Salmin would charge at this angle and speed! Even though the appearance of the Titan destroyed more than 70% of his arrangements, this carefully predicted future prediction did not change.

The subsequent operation was even more magical - he did not follow Salmin's movements, but inserted a movement, or a turn. There was no need to fight with you for the first attack, I just forced an action of my own before yours, didn't it mean I was faster than you? High-level swift burst, followed by a time stop.

It was this classic high-level mage's counterattack against melee fighters, combined with the irresistible power of a non-true god, that almost crushed Thalmin for a moment. Even if Khorne hadn't intervened, it would only be a matter of time for the Lord of Hell to rescue her, but it was still a step behind. This gave Magnus the courage.

Only two layers of the Ninefold Contract were used. Of course, Magnus didn't think there was anything wrong with his arrogance. One resurrection, one time stop, and he still had seven such miracles in his hands. With such great power in hand, how could he lose? How the hell could he lose with a flying dragon on his face? How could he lose!

Then he died.

Almost at the same time he stepped out from behind Salmin, the infallible beheading was blocked by the sharp blade. The force from the shining golden spear was ten times heavier than he had imagined. He even doubted whether Hu Ji was injured. Was this a serious injury? What the hell was this called a serious injury?

The next moment, the suspended dagger pierced directly into the gap between his bones. He stared at the calm eyes with a little doubt, as if he was slaughtering a tightly tied pet. His life and death depended entirely on a stranger who was neither him nor the butcher. Ridiculous! Disgusting!

The golden spear pierced his chest diagonally from his spine, and the dagger separated all his major bones that could exert force, but the good thing was that he could end his life at any time - using the materials provided by the other party. This would be a little more decent, at least he would no longer have his head chopped off for people to admire.

Until now, Magnus finally understood why Tzeentch was so sure that he was absolutely powerless to fight against Huki. Who would have thought that the Everchosen of the Lord of Change would be an anti-psychic, or the Untouchable! That stance was not that of the Sisters of Silence at all. He had never thought about it in this way.

Ridiculous, fucking ridiculous, Magnus rolled hard on the ground, letting the sharp blade penetrate his body to cut through his solid meridians, flesh and bones. It was like he had flashed behind Thalmin, he lost the psychic spell, Thalmin turned around, A, he was dead.

Simple and desperate, but he still couldn't figure it out, how could someone known for his psychic powers choose the Untouchables as the Eternal Chosen God? Are you just looking at something you can't eat? Is that interesting, Tzeentch?

He was waiting for the arrival of the Last Judgment. The sword, the ceremonial two-handed greatsword that Huki carried on his back, with its gorgeous golden patterns gave him an ominous premonition. It seemed that after being killed by this blade, the only destination for his soul would no longer be the Realm of Tzeentch. Something even more horrible would happen, and that would be eternal torture!

Torture? Something from the House of Slaanesh? He extracted what he thought was useful knowledge from his revelatory thoughts. It was a stabbing sword. But fortunately, maybe Tzeentch really heard his prayers, or Huki did not dare to use the artifacts of other gods to blaspheme another god. In short, the spear cut off his head.

The next moment, Magnus saw the chaotic battlefield again. From a higher angle, he stood on the rebirth pool as if nothing had happened, and the striking head in the distance. There are still six chances... Should I go?

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Chapter 118: Yanran Ungraved

"Now that Huki is right in front of me, I have to consider whether this will be my only chance in this life—" Magnus went over everything that happened in that split second in his mind again. Every detail was repeatedly scrutinized in less than half a second, but all these conclusions pointed to a fact that he could not accept.

Huki had indeed been severely injured by his Lord God. The internal organs and flesh that were vomited out and then burned immediately, and the armor that was twisted and broken under the impact were not fake at all. His constant Magnus True Knowledge was enough to see through all illusions.

Well, after eliminating all possibilities, even the most outrageous guess can only be the truth - too weak! There is only one reason for his two defeats, and that is his weakness.

Hu Ji was not someone he could defeat alone! He was dazzled by the already overused title of God's Chosen. Even the strongest God's Chosen like Kahn was just a slap from him. He did not expect that Hu Ji, who was prefixed with [Eternal], was not even on the same fucking level!

Only then did he recall the ancient legend that was circulated on Terra. The so-called Huki was a divine crow in charge of thinking and memory - and the Corvidae family, which symbolizes wisdom, is the highest honor under the Lord of Change. Tzeentch was willing to bestow such a heavyweight name on Huki and reserve a place for him on his arm... He no longer dared to think about it.

Huki's power was beyond his imagination. Even with his serious injury, he would have to risk his seven lives to have a chance of taking him down. Who else could revive his descendants scattered among the stars? Would he have to let the entire Thousand Sons Legion remain silent in the void for hundreds of years just to drag Huki into Tzeentch's camp?

This enemy was not someone he could contend with on his own. When his IQ once again took the upper hand, his choice became to retreat. This mission was not originally his alone, so why should those two so-called brothers just sit back and reap the benefits - it was more painful to see his brothers not suffer any losses than for his entire family to die!

As it happened, a pitiful, muscular demon with an invisible bloody aura passed by him arrogantly less than 200 meters away. Well, I don't know him, so it's okay. The absolutely terrifying psychic energy captured it in an instant, and the body like a small building and the armor covering it collapsed under the strangulation of the psychic tentacles!

Magnus walked slowly to the bloodthirsty demon who had been pressed into the ground and knelt in front of him. His four arms, each holding a weapon, were twisted and tied to his torso. The standard magic resistance of the Khorne Daemon did play a role, but it made no difference to him.

Even in the midst of a war, the weak demons on both sides still had to make way for the figure surrounded by endless spiritual energy, until the cold blade pierced through the chest of the big demon! "You dare to stop me with just this little strength? But, Hu Ji, you really saved your life!"

Damn it, every time I want to show you some respect you start talking! But as he said, since we are blocked by the enemy, it seems understandable not to pursue.

In Warhammer, everyone has their own work to do, and he can't use all his energy and combat power on Salmin. Now the nearly 20,000 Thousand Sons scattered inside and outside the starship can't withstand the impact of tens of millions of demons, and the Thousand Sons remains that the Dark Angels have no time to destroy also need him to resurrect on a large scale. Retreating is his only choice.

Similarly, it was also Salmin's - the intrusion of the Khorne demon army forced both sides to retreat. The legion that lost these two people had no chance of fighting its way out of the endless sea of ​​demons.

The wingless angel fell from the tower again to call for war in this world.

The sky was a dark and dark hell with black and red colors. Almost every inch of space was filled with winged or wingless demons. Blades and psychic energy intersected here. The blazing flames and thunderous lights could only barely peek through the black clouds formed by countless demonic bodies. Tons of flesh and blood fell every second. Then, they completely dissipated in the air...

Until a platinum-colored stream of light separated the ocean, and large groups of azure ion light burst out from the black cloud one after another, and there were large areas of blank space - because the direct attack of the plasma macrocannon was enough to wipe out all creations in the physical universe, including of course the demons that stepped into it and gained a form. Only the very end edge would rise up in flames.

And this made the entire sky look like it was burning! The sacred blue-white flames filled the edges of the demon group, and every inch was burning, from top to bottom. The purifying sun spread and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It was a new and expanding sun, and the entire sky inside the tower was on fire. At least before the last oxygen burned out, nearly 10 million demon soldiers on the tower were isolated. The soldiers who broke into the pyramid to clean up the Thousand Sons Legion finally had a glimmer of hope, and now there was only one thing to do.

——Evacuation

The army, navy, and remaining fleets must evacuate the Eye of Terror before the warp storm completely blocks the route. This storm caused by the wrath of the Blood God is about to engulf the starting point of the thirteen Black Crusades, bringing about equal destruction. Perhaps this can also be considered a kind of indirect loyalty, probably.

She suddenly discovered some blind spots. Salmin counted her several escapes. It seemed, seemed, probably, maybe, they were all due to Khorne? Just like wasting energy to cause a natural disaster in the physical universe, right? Okay, make a note of it first, and then kill Angra... uh, Angras!

She almost forgot that Angron had broken free from Khorne's shackles forever, but she didn't know how he would face the "father" he hated the most and hated him the most? She didn't know this, but the other one vaguely sensed the malice from the so-called colleagues, and he was particularly sensitive at this time as he was preparing for a big event.

It was truly a grand event and feast! Just as his master Khorne wished, he would use the blood of the planet called Terra and the destruction of eighty-eight worlds to wash away the shame on Armageddon!

That's right, the blood-red Chaos fleet that now appears in the shadow of the Solar Segmentum, the core of the Human Empire, is none other than the World Eaters fleet of Angrath the Unbound, the Chief Daemon of Khorne, who has changed his ways since his departure from the Khorne Realm and has been in hiding ever since.

Five battleship flagships, twenty-nine strike cruisers, thirty-seven escort squadrons, a total of only 223 warships, it seems a small number, and in fact it is a small number. But at the last moment of the 41st millennium before the version update, such a fleet is enough to completely destroy the naval forces of several star regions.

Not to mention the destruction that can be caused by the nearly 10,000 World Eaters warriors and the Khorne Daemon Engines that are enough to arm an entire legion. This scarlet blood road heading straight for Terra, led by Angras the Unbound and attended by Khorne's Chosen Khorn, is a bloody catastrophe that can truly deal a heavy blow to Terra, which has already been infiltrated!

Chapter 119: Each Family's Move

Before this big thunder explodes, the Terran government will not know any relevant or irrelevant intelligence. War is the way of deception. When the chief demon of Khorne is willing to use his brain that is not just muscle, instead of some rubbish like "quickly use super strength", does the mere human empire deserve to see any signs?

The world is just a makeshift team, and this is particularly evident in the human empire, which is the epitome of many bad things. It's not that the empire doesn't have computers. In fact, the so-called thinkers are pretty good computers, but the insects in the empire prefer the traditional combination of servitors and parchment.

Obviously, the price is that a few decades of delay is simply lightning fast for the Terran government. In an empire without convenient superluminal communication, if you want to transmit information, you have to suffer a lot of debuffs. Do you think this is the end? You underestimate the British! These are just objective "natural disasters", not to mention man-made disasters.

You can use all the crimes you can list or even imagine to make a rough comparison with the average of the Terran nobles. The only difference between them and Chaos is that some of them are not extreme enough to be worthy of joining. They are bad enough, but just being bad enough does not deserve to be promoted from Chaos Followers to Corrupted.

And these insects, which are even more rotten than Pete in Beast House, are the leaders of the Human Empire. While there are countless most loyal soldiers armed to the teeth, there are even more insects that should be completely exterminated and are running rampant. The two are neither in conflict nor may they be the same person. This is the Human Empire.

The most fucking rotten, disgusting, yet satisfying human empire wallowing in despair, death, and darkness!

Be it the Inquisition or the various intelligence agencies in the Solar Sector, or even the Emperor's Guards, which was theoretically established by WG to monitor the entire Empire but never played any role, none of them could detect the last clue on the route of Angras's fleet - is it a big deal if a few cargo ships lose contact in the Warp?

The loss of contact with a world with few resources is only a matter for the local star region or even the galaxy. The high lords or the noble guards who have been buried in the palace and ignored the world for thousands of years will not care about the existence of a few billion untouchables. But before this storm really comes, Terra will only be as "peaceful" as before.

After all, the fleet stationed around Terra alone is comparable to the fleet of half a star field. Coupled with the solar system defense system that the Empire has carefully built for more than ten thousand years, the Elysian Gate in the Uranus system and the Csunik Gate in the Pluto field have never had any problems since the siege of Terra.

The safety and peace of Terra was like a label that had long expired, but no one came to take it off until the last moment of the 41st millennium, the darkest hour, when the scarlet blood road devoured this dead planet that should have been shattered ten thousand years ago.

While this bloody fleet was moving recklessly through the warp, another small fleet decorated with gorgeous and majestic skull symbols was also urgently moving towards a star region that was now tightly sealed off - the curtain had been opened, each side was placing their chess pieces, and time was about to begin to accelerate.

"Has Cardia completely lost contact?"

"Yes, His Majesty the Archmagos Dominus, the Inquisition has completely lost contact with its secret base in Fremas, and there has been no response when contacting the commanders of the Cadia fleet at all levels, the Military Affairs Office of the Misty Star Region, and even the Governor of the Cadia Star Region -" Although the sage in red robes did not finish his words, his meaning was already very clear.

All the people are dead. Even if Cadia is still here, the situation is very bad. We, the Mechanicus, should not join in the fun. Okay, hurry up and run away. The Empire cannot defend itself, which is the Empire's business. What does it have to do with me? After the Emperor, the Mechanicus, the Empire's traditional ally, has always been in this kind of ambiguous relationship with the Empire. Well, after the Emperor.

But the owner of this fleet happens to be the only surviving elder from that era in the empire, the great sage Belisarius Cawl!

"Cadia is the front line of the Empire. It will never fall so easily. Just as the Aida alien said, my research also shows that it will be an important node for the survival of the human empire. Once the black stone obelisk that suppresses the Eye of Terror is destroyed, half of the galaxy will be torn apart by the surging waves of the warp."

"And now, we can still stand here safely, Cadia has not fallen! And it will never fall in the future! Pass my order, continue to move forward, coordinates Cadia galaxy."

Cawl knew that he was the only one who knew what Abaddon's real purpose was. He had to inform the Imperial defenders who were struggling under Abaddon's offensive as soon as possible (Abaddon:?) that the Thirteenth Black Crusade was no longer just a crisis in the Cadia Sector or the Obscura Sector, but a horrific catastrophe that could truly destroy the entire empire!

Now, he is the only one who can save her. The future of the galaxy depends on him, as well as the precious cargo aboard his flagship, the Iron Revenant.

That was the mission given to him by the true Lord of Ultramar ten thousand years ago, and he had been working hard for it for ten thousand years, but he still didn't know how to convince the Ultramarines to allow him to save the life of their genetic father, Robert Guilliman, in an almost blasphemous way.

Fortunately, as the Holy Archsage of the Mechanicus, his power in the Mechanicus was unlimited, and he did not need to convince anyone except himself. In silence, all the captains of the Mechanicus, either because of the cold logic in their minds or because they were thoroughly programmed, obeyed his orders.

Even though the subspace jumps in the Dread Shield sector were becoming increasingly unstable, with the success rate even dropping below 70%, the fleet consisting of two mechanical arks, two Hegemon-class battlecruisers, thirteen light cruisers, and nearly a hundred escort ships or auxiliary ships of the Mechanicus still resolutely jumped into the gradually boiling subspace.

The fleet, shining with the glory of the God of All Machines, was full of hope and anxiety, and headed towards the eternally standing imperial fortress of Cadia.

On the chessboard of the Great Game, everyone has placed their pieces. Oh, wait, where is Fulgrim? Check the status of the Purple Phoenix? Oh, it's tanking, that's fine. But this doesn't mean that the entire Slaanesh family has done nothing. The ultimate horse of the S family, Slaanesh's hunting queen, Xarathi, has just completed a deadly joke.

For example, the last of the Crone Swords that the Eldar used to awaken the Eldar Death Gods to put an end to Slaanesh has now arrived at the Silver Palace of Slaanesh.

Chapter 120: The Crone's Sword

Yes, even with the interference of the troops sent by Salmin this time, the Scourge still pulled out the nameless sword from the ground cracked by the massive orbital bombardment, and presented this interesting gift to the Dark Prince under the cover of hundreds of thousands of Slaanesh demons.

In the original 4th Black Crusade, at an unknown time before the Great Rift erupted, the Hunting Queen Shalasi Magus went to Belia IV and took the fifth Crone Sword, placing it in the Slaanesh Palace far away from the Death Army. At this point, the Death Army completely became a clown organization.

Of course, if what the demon said before the Death Army defeated the demon was true, "You defeated only an incarnation", then the Death Army would be a complete clown in terms of combat power. This is the Eldar! The gold content that can be defeated even in its own military book.

But this time, the enemy that the Demon Scourge encountered was not a small Eldar army. The two Crone Swords on Belia IV were no secret to the traversers. After Salmin had seized Skarrus and signed a treaty of friendship with the Eldar, he immediately sent the only reliable Saratoga to join in.

The Eldar, whether it was the Ark, the Darkness, the Wilderness, or the emerging Death Army, were only interested in humans. Even if the Webway City provided a buffer, it could not change the fact that the Webway, the lifeblood of the defense of Cadia, was in the hands of the Eldar. And this was something he could not accept.

You can use a sword without it, but you can't live without it! The Eldar don't have any concept of allies, and Salmin must grasp the Eldar's weaknesses to prevent some old Tan from shouting "barbarian monkey" and closing the webway of Kalesus without caring about the safety of his nine tribes.

In fact, the only Eldar active near the Eye of Terror that the Dark Eldar dare not approach is the Ark of Ostara and the Death Army that will arrive later. Their common lifeline is the Eldar Death God, Ynnead! Therefore, before they learned the whereabouts of the fifth nameless sword, Salmin, who held the Sword of Ten Thousand Souls, was inherently invincible.

In order to get back this crucial key, the Death God Army, when war was not feasible, would not only start a war, but even if they had time, they would be considered unskilled and unworthy of being a street lamp. Well, all this is based on the premise that Salmin has overwhelming power, but in this regard, you can always trust him.

Strength is the foundation of everything. The good news is that his foundation is solid enough to support him in doing all kinds of things. For example, it is known that the symbol of the highest level of the Death God Army is the Crone Sword. If Salmin holds the Sword of Ten Thousand Souls, can he join the Death God Army and become one of the giants of the Death God Army?

This is a very interesting question. Although Salmin does not have any Eldar forces under his command now, as long as he gets the tiger's skin, he can turn around and create an entire fleet that may even exceed the current total number of the Death Army, or even the Eldar Ark!

As someone who has experienced all the paths of the Eldar, Evelyne, who has devoted herself to the great cause of resurrecting the God of Death and reviving the Eldar, theoretically should not lack leadership skills and ideas.

Since she had the guts to completely outsource the strategic formulation and planning to Eldrad the Exile of Ulthvi, and let him guide the next move of the Death Army, then it would not be difficult to feign compromise with a powerful alien with ill intentions. This was a basic operation for a wise leader in a crisis.

Uh… Although as the Death Messenger who proposed the Seventh Path and was determined to save the Eldar from extinction, the two greatest achievements of her and her Death Army relatives so far are the resurrection of the Primarch Robert Guilliman and the destruction of the Bjetan Ark, one of the most powerful arks in existence for the Eldar. It’s a bit abstract.

The Death Army was a bit abstract, and was even questioned by the Eldar players, but Slaanesh was not abstract... Maybe? Thalmin sent out a large fleet at the fastest speed, but no matter how powerful the fleet was, it was powerless to reverse the fate that had already been determined. The fleet was six weeks late!

That is an insurmountable torrent of the warp! Saratoga has even seen the destination, but will never be able to reach it - that is the fate of the gods, and it is destined not to change at this time! The only destination of the fifth Crone Sword is the Silver Palace of Slaanesh.

When the Swordseekers fleet, consisting of a Beta-type Queen of Glory, two Shana-class mechanical arks, two Styx-class battlecruisers, five Hellbringer-class light cruisers, and seventeen Destroyer-class destroyers, arrived, all that appeared before them was a devastated and severely diseased fallen planet.

Even if Saratoga had issued an extermination order at the first opportunity, ordering the shattering of the entire planet to prevent the Crone Sword from falling into the hands of Slaanesh, it only saved the Sword of All Souls that the Scourge had not yet found - it was hidden well enough, but when the surface of the planet was completely shattered and turned into large pieces of glass under the nova cannon, it was only a matter of time before an indestructible blade was found.

The divine object hides itself? When everything around you is burned into glass, what's the point of hiding yourself? It's impossible to find a physical dead object with a certain existence range. Strength can solve 99% of the problems. If you can't do it, it's just because you are not strong enough.

Just like in the face of absolute control of the universe, even the most powerful Slaanesh Daemon and the theoretically infinite number of Slaanesh demons after the portal is opened are powerless - I can't bomb it anymore, if you have the ability, you can fly up and fight me one-on-one. And in front of the invincible Nova Cannon, let alone the Daemon, even Fulgrim can't dodge or resist it.

Saratoga, who was born in the Stars and Stripes, is not so fond of close combat. The battleship-class Nova gun can cover an area of ​​three Hunan provinces with one shot. This is true lifelong equality!

In just eleven days of bombing, the former capital of the Belia 4 sector, now the 'paradise' of the Slaanesh demons, was completely purified in flames! The corrupted ocean that had been completely turned into 'medicine' was burned up in the plasma flames, along with the colorful chemical atmosphere, and everything was purified completely!

The ground and hills also succumbed to the bombardment, and the molten glass replaced the continental plates that were broken to the point of twisting tentacles. Even the planetary terrain was deformed under the orbital bombardment, not to mention the flesh-and-blood demons of Slaanesh. No matter how much you regard pain as pleasure, it cannot really prevent the arrival of death.

When hundreds of Alpha-painted Terrorclaws smashed into the gradually cooling crystal surface from the invisible hull of the Glorious Queen battleship Saratoga, there was no possibility of resistance on this dead planet. The dragnet search by thousands of Alpha Legion Space Marines and more than 300 times their number of mortal troops laid the foundation for the end of this war with only gunpowder smoke.

Chapter 121: All Quiet on the Eastern Front

Less than a third of the year 999 had passed, and this detachment had completed its mission, and had also cleared out the five main star systems in the Belia IV sector and more than a dozen secondary star systems, including the Chaos forces, rebels, pirates, aliens, separatists, heretics and other enemies.

At this point, the three star sectors in the western part of the Cadia sector, Belial IV, Nemesis, and Belis Corona, have all been liberated. Counting Skarrus, Medusa, Caliban, and Cadia, which had not fallen from the beginning, and Skerrus and Sinchar, which had already been recovered, there are only two star sectors left.

- The Sentinel World, which was occupied by the awakened Necrons Mega-Dynasty, and Agrippina, which was brutally attacked by the Leviathan Hive Fleet, Necrons, Chaos, and Heretics.

Today, as Salmin led his troops to withdraw from Eidolon and both sides assembled tens of thousands of warships of all sizes to confront Fremas and Cadia across the Warp channel, the Shield of Terror seemed to have returned to those distant peaceful years - any warship or even a large fleet that dared to advance would explode into a ball of sparks the next moment she was lit.

This was a sit-down war. After experiencing the tragedy of an entire legion being beaten into two-fifths of a legion in three days, the Chaos Alliance did not dare to send even a large fleet to attack Grass Valley. Salmin had no desire to attack, and for a while, this battlefield, which should have been the most intense, was really silent.

All Quiet on the Eastern Front

According to the first law of Warhammer, "In this dark galaxy, there is only war", war will not disappear, it will only shift. Sit in the East, recover the West, and the war will shift to the inconspicuous North and South, Agrippina and... Caliban!

That's right, Caliban, a star region with almost no resources and strategic locations. But in the 41st millennium, few people know, or almost no living people know. Caliban was the home planet of the Dark Angels Legion in the past, until a "strange" explosion destroyed it for some reason. Fortunately, the Dark Angels had "almost no" casualties.

Well, it's just a small reduction in staff. Just take it seriously, okay.

This star region has buried countless secrets, but today, the biggest secret will be revealed here. This will be a turning point that can break the deadlock on the Eastern Front in one fell swoop. Salmin is waiting for this opportunity. If the Lion King can launch an attack from the rear before Lorgar arrives, they will have a chance to severely damage three legions in the battle of Fremas!

All of this will depend on this war that should not happen, a war between the elite of the Dark Angels and the main force of the Dark Angels. The main force of the Sakura Empire and most of the Saratoga fleet blocked the routes and communications of the Caliban Sector from both sides. The Dark Angels, attracted by the intelligence of the Fallen Angels, did not know what kind of enemy they would face.

—Caliban, Dark Angels Chapter, The Stone Fortress, 401.999.M41

"Master Grand Master, a warp jump reaction has been detected! The identification code is the Cadian Fleet, the Emperor-class battleship "Loyal Power", Admiral Quaren."

"...Connect it." The damaged version of the Emperor-class battleship on the auspicious array and its iconic paintwork dispelled the few remaining doubts of Ravenwing Grand Master Samuel. Since ancient times, there has never been an entire fake Imperial fleet, so no matter how suspicious he is, he will not let it go.

The Emperor-class battleships that lost their ability to be built have become so rare in the 20st millennium that every one of them can be called out by name by industry insiders. To make an inappropriate analogy, if a J- comes to ask for fuel from a ZG Air Force tanker, and the identification code matches, even if they are performing different missions, it is impossible for them to directly launch a missile.

Who could have thought that an entire fleet, a large fleet that the human empire fought for, would "rebel" so quietly? In short, Samuel, the Ravenwing Grand Master who was in charge of the fleet when the fleet master was away, did not notice any problems.

After a brief flash, Admiral Quarren's face appeared in front of the Ravenwing Grand Master, "My lord, the Cadia fleet needs your help! The Great Reaver's fleet has captured the Cadia outpost, and Fremas and the Forge World Kanzan are making their final resistance."

"The main force of the Cadia fleet is making the final resistance. We need the assistance of the Dark Angels. We have fought side by side with the Lord of the Dark Angels' fleet, and he told us that only the Dark Angels' fleet can contend against the Black Stone Fortress of the Great Plunderer." Samuel could see the sincere crying and pleading of the mortal opposite him, but it was impossible for a mortal to deceive a powerful Astartes.

That seemed to be true. Just as he was about to go and tell the Supreme Grand Master and let Azrael make the decision, the Admiral made a request that he could not refuse, "I have important information about the Planet Killer, but I can only tell you! Including information about the relic battleship Unsheathed Longsword that is escorting him!"