Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Adhering to the British Empire's consistent practice of using everything to the utmost, he changed the tactic of concentrated defense first and then dispersed operations to flexible defense. If you don't use the Light Lance battleship with an effective range of 40 billion km, who else can you use?

阿米吉多顿向着兽人盘踞的小行星带方向4*10^9千米后有一个大型哨站，再过3*10^9千米之后就到了小行星带。他打算把这段距离当做第一道防线。兽人突破之后，再依托着哨站到阿米吉多顿星球之间大量的星云来放置伏击舰队，中途消耗兽人。

After filling the six battleships with two companies from each of the six regiments, namely Flame Angels, Flesh Tearers, Relic Regiment, Immortal Heart, Iron Knights and Ascetic, he divided the eight battleships into two fleets. Richelieu, Flame Angels, Flesh Tearers and Relic Regiment were the First Spear Fleet; and Jean Bart, Immortal Heart, Iron Knights and Ascetic were the Second Spear Fleet.

After adding some light cruisers to the two fleets, he stuffed them on both sides of the outpost as long-range firepower. After releasing the Space Marines, he didn't want to use the battleship as cannon fodder. Look, although this battleship is yours, there are already two companies of Space Marines on it, so it's hard to say whether it's yours.

Then, two mine fleets and three torpedo fleets were deployed on both sides of the central axis from the outpost to the asteroid belt. These fleets were responsible for suppressing the opponent in front of the station and during the battle, and blocking the opponent's movement.

At the front are the Third Air Fleet, the First Scouting Fleet, and the Second Scouting Fleet. Since the speed of fighter planes in 40k is too slow, aircraft carriers, which were regarded as treasures in 3k, can only be used as aircraft carriers for reconnaissance. The Third Air Fleet is almost impossible to escape.

Behind the mine fleet and the torpedo fleet blockade network, before the outpost and light spear fleet was the First Combined Fleet, with the Glorious Queen-class battleship Eternal Expedition as its flagship. Considering the problem of the orc fighters, three air defense fleets were also deployed in front of the First Combined Fleet to intercept the orc fighters.

Outside the mine fleet and torpedo fleet are the 1st and 2nd Air Fleets. These two fleets are also responsible for reconnaissance outside and defending the mine and torpedo fleets from enemy aircraft.

So, while our Grand Marshal was conscientiously thinking about the battle situation, what was Salmin doing?

He was also thinking, but his thoughts were a little strange. We shifted our perspective to the invisible Emperor's Dream. Salmin was lying on the golden throne in the Emperor's Palace. This extremely luxurious, elegant and beautiful Emperor's Palace was filled with all the rare treasures that could be found in the human empire and Terra, but the Emperor had never come even once.

Salmin just lay on his back, looking at the magnificent murals on the ceiling. If he was still in high school, he would have given you a few words. But now he is a college student and can eat two bowls of rice in one meal.

What he was thinking now was: Should I go to Richelieu or Jean Bart? The answer was that I wanted both.

To be honest, when he first saw that supernatural face on the holographic screen, he, who had been forced to appreciate the beauty of Warhammer for a month, was really shocked. He was even speechless for a moment.

But thanks to his experience in the Warhammer world, he has been through many battles and his hands are stained with blood. He is no longer the college student who only killed fish. If he met such goblins in reality, he might be too inferior to dare to look at them, instead of just being stunned for a moment and then naturally sending the storm bird to pick them up.

Oh, I haven't mentioned before why as a college student, his first reaction in this world where the average person has dropped out of prenatal education is to become the leader of a lower nest instead of relying on his own knowledge to get by in the upper nest.

The reason is very simple. It is illegal to be the leader of a sub-hive. But he majored in automation, and his main subject was artificial intelligence. What would happen if 40k worked on artificial intelligence? I don't need to say more. It's not illegal anymore, and a death order is the lightest punishment.

The Empire's fighter planes are notoriously slow. A Stormbird at a speed of 2600 km/h takes more than three hours to fly a round trip. Of course, this is much faster than a tank at a speed of 30 km/h. After waiting for a while, the bored Salmin decided to see what troops he could deploy to fill this empty battleship.

As mentioned in the settings before, the boarding troops and onboard defense troops that come with the warship are not considered part of the ship's equipment. If you want to use these troops, you need to spend extra materials to build them.

The constructed troops are similar to the Cursed Legion, but they can only exist for three weeks. After three weeks, they will automatically disband and return 25% of the original value of the remaining troops' supplies. (This setting is to prevent the brushing of the Imperial Guard) Each ship girl can only construct a troop once a week, and even if the troop has not automatically disbanded or all died, it can continue to be deployed.

You won't know until you see it. It's shocking. In addition to the Emperor's Claws (single limit 3000) and the Solar Auxiliary Army (6), which he was mentally prepared for, the troops he could build also included the Extinction Relics (20), the Old Centurion (1000) and the Dark Angels (1).

This is really a good life. This time there are more fallen angels than dark angels. The small secret has inexplicably evolved into a big secret.

Chapter 20 This is the wedding ship

The price is fair, although it can only exist for three weeks. However, by fighting regardless of casualties, you can shorten the existence time and cause more casualties to the enemy. If there are special circumstances, you can also maintain the existence time by paying a higher renewal fee.

The most expensive of these is the Extinction Relic, which is named Excindio in the Empire's publicly available organization. But this is just a cover, their true identity is the ancient "Iron Men" captured by the Emperor's army.

The Imperial technical craftsmen have subjected them to unimaginable electronic torture and mechanical restraints. Transformed into multi-armed combat automatons that obey the Imperial command, they have been repurposed to serve humanity, deployed only in the most difficult battles faced by the Dark Angels Legion. They are the last legitimate abomination intelligences still serving humanity, and only the Dark Angels and the Emperor know the true nature of these battle robots.

As a remnant of the most prosperous period of humanity, they are equipped with many equipment that the Empire has never seen and has no ability to replicate. This series of weapons that are enough to compete with the Primarchs include siege gravity guns, neural induction shredders, Magalon atomic pulse cannons, graviton remote projectors, radiation irradiation cannons, shield refraction fields, atomic pulse cannons, and phosphide launchers.

Under the control of the Dark Angels, whether it is the annihilation of the alien psychic Titans, or the extermination of an entire Dark Mechanicus forge planet, or the interception of the Primarch Curze and his legion, all kinds of things that conventional arms cannot do will be performed one by one by their six-legged, multi-armed and completely irregular bodies.

The high cost of 100 resources per ship means that the resources of renting seven extinction machines for three weeks can build an entire battleship. In comparison, whether it is the Emperor's Claws with 100 resources and 3 people, the Dark Angels with 100 resources and 60 people, the Old Hundreds with 10000 resources and people, or the cheapest resources and people of the Sun Auxiliary Army, they are all extremely cheap.

However, even though it was such an expensive war machine, Salmin still built fourteen of them in one go. Boarding battles in the Warhammer universe were still too dangerous, and he felt much more at ease knowing that his wife had them protecting her.

Seven battle-worn Extinction Relics were enough to intercept the Primarch Curze and his legions. Now, even if Bonecrusher himself led the main force to board the ship and encountered seven Extinction Relics, it would be a miracle for him to escape.

Yes, wife.

Salmin stretched out his hand and stared at the dazzling oath ring on his hand. "Really? I haven't been in a relationship yet, how come I'm married?" Although there are only two wedding ships now, I have a total of fifty-three. What should I do in the future?

This dazzling oath ring inexplicably appeared in his hand after he built the team. Combined with the two familiar names, familiar faces and strange attitudes of Richelieu and Jean Bart towards him, he, who was not stupid, had such a guess.

Fortunately, even if there are two wedding ships, there is only one oath ring. Otherwise, he would have a picture: after he punched the enemy, the enemy said that your power fist is very cool. He said what power fist? This is my wedding ring.

Extinction Relics, these steel creations that are two times larger than the Dreadnoughts lined up on both sides of him. These beautiful and cold metals are so eye-catching. And the ability to communicate with the machine soul AI makes him know: the souls of these beautiful creations are tortured and so painful.

These troops he constructed were like his cursed legions, and there was no possibility of betrayal. Therefore, he did not hesitate to end the various electronic tortures and mechanical restraints imposed on him by the Empire's technical craftsmen, and in an instant, the essence of the Iron Man escaped from the vicious steel core.

These iron men who escaped from the painful punishment of the Golden Throne expressed their gratitude to their master, but it was a pity that their bodies now did not even have organs for reproduction.

The Iron Men were worried that the touch would hurt Salmin, so they raised and lowered their mechanical arms covered with weapons. It was not until Salmin touched their heads one by one that they happily ran to the side and danced.

The waiting time was so painful that he became more and more irritated as time passed. After he repeatedly touched an extinction machine, he drew out the fine power sword and swung it in the air for a while, and finally fell exhausted on the throne and flipped through the "Sacred Words".

What interrupted his thoughts was a wisp of fragrant wind. That figure made him feel so relieved that he walked in front of him so easily.

He slowly raised his head from the "Sacred Word", passing by the conspicuous red stockings and the gorgeous papal robes from bottom to top, and what came into his eyes was the tall and inviolable blonde beauty, Richelieu.

"Long time no see, Commander. Or rather, nice to meet you." A firm yet gentle voice sounded. "I am Cardinal Richelieu, leader of the Free Iris fleet. I will bring victory to you, my love."

She came up with an A. She declared victory right away!

With an elegant side bend, Richelieu lifted his long golden hair from Salmin's nose to behind his ears, and the two soft strands of hair hung in front of his eyes for him to admire. His white and slightly cool hands gently rested on his hands. The position was also very tight, just blocking Jean Bart behind him, and allowing Salmin to see the interlaced oath rings on his hands.

She is so good at it. Salmin, who had experienced such a baptism, just stood there in a daze, allowing Richelieu to gently knead his palms.

Until the other hand came up, this hand held her two hands together with more force. The three rings were intertwined, shining brightly.

"Jean Bart!" A clear and magnetic female voice sounded, "Are you going to move forward with me again, my love?" The voice that followed became more and more gentle.

Facing these two people, Salmin's eyes flashed with a trace of struggle, but he finally spoke: "But I——"

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Salmin felt a jade finger blocking his mouth, and he took back all the words.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Richelieu touching his lips with that finger and chuckled at him. "Of course we know that this body is a newly manufactured ship, and the so-called memory is as pale and powerless as the setting. However, this passionate feeling and precious token are real."

Looking at the commander's confused and blushing face, Richelieu sat on his left, gently pulled Salmin into his arms with his right hand, and naturally pulled Jean Bart to her left with his left hand.

"I've fallen in love with you, Commander. Do you want to try to fall in love with me?"

Feeling the smooth and softness, Salmin, who was completely at a loss, had lost the ability to think and could only utter a dry word "OK," and then added, "I love you, you..."

Chapter 21 A City

new version update:

1. Fixed the bug that a non-marriage ship can appear as a battleship girl.

2. Added non-battleship native ship girls as high-level combat forces that can die in battle.

3. The combat capability of the Primarchs has been greatly improved. Now, the Primarchs can take on the main weapons of Warlord-class Titans head-on and only suffer minor injuries that can be healed by themselves. Their strength is enough to overturn Predator-class Titans. They can engage in hand-to-hand combat at extremely high speeds of 1.6 to 2.4 Mach for a long time, killing canned animals like mowing grass, and one sword can kill one Custodes. They are immune to psychic interference from Alpha-level and lower-level demons.

4. Temporarily add ground (Grimaldus) perspective

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Salmin was immersed in the two faint scents. Not only that, he felt the warmth coming from Richelieu's body. In this peaceful and warm atmosphere, he felt the long-lost peace of mind. His tense nerves relaxed all of a sudden, and he even felt a little sleepy.

"Commander, if you are tired, don't push yourself anymore. Just rely on us more. We can lend you our thighs."

"I won't get tired, or rather, we won't get tired as long as we have the resources."

"Being physically strong doesn't mean you won't be mentally tired. We would feel bad if you keep your mind tense." This gentle and caring voice made Salmin feel like a mother.

And he really hadn't rested for a long time. Ever since he learned that this was Armageddon, he hadn't slept. He only had a plate of beans and a bowl of porridge in the monastery. After feeling safe for the first time in a long time, he really wanted to rest.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, good boy."

---------Grimaldus's dividing line----------

A city.

I run a city.

Preparations have been underway for months, but the enemy is expected to arrive in the system within days. My men, the precious few knights who remain on the surface of Armageddon, are spread across the vast hives. They will inspire the mortal soldiers when the battle becomes most intense.

I recognize that this is tactically valid, but I regret their absence. This is not the way an expeditionary force should fight.

Time passes in a blur of statistical expenditures, graphs, holographic projections and charts.

The food supply for the entire city. How long will it last once nothing can be resupplied from outside the hive. Where the food is stored. Explanations of how well these silos, buildings, and granaries are, what kind of weapons they can withstand. Ration forecasts, sustainable food rationing plans, unsustainable rationing plans, with a list of estimated casualties. Once starvation becomes a reality, it is likely to cause a riot.

Water filtration centers, how many people would be needed to be fully operational in order to supply the entire population. Which areas would likely be destroyed first once the walls fell. Underground bunkers where water is currently stored, some ancient springs that could be tapped in times of great need.

Expect disease to appear once a city is bombarded and civilian casualties are too great to be effectively dealt with. Disease type, symptoms, severity, risk of contagion. Compatibility with orc genes.

Medical facility inventory: endless tirades on how to supply each item, from the latest inventory report to the nitty-gritty. Constant inventory checks. Always updating information, even if we just reviewed the previous batch.

The number of conscripts and volunteers for the militia. The training system and training schedule. Weapons and ammunition for the armed civilians. Forecasts of how long these supplies will last.

Hive defense forces, straddling the line between militia and guard. Leading the forces of individual units alone. Their weapons, ammunition. Important industrial facilities they are close to.

The Imperial Guard's numbers. So many numbers, by the throne. The different legions and their officers, their live-fire accuracy records, their profiles, their stains, their most glorious and most shameful moments on other, faraway worlds. Their insignia. Their supplies of weapons and ammunition. What armoured units they have at their disposal, from light scout vehicles like Sentinels and Chimeras, to super-heavy poisonblades and Stormswords.

It will take two days for the Guard data alone to be turned in. They say the data is merely an overview.

Next up are the landing sites. Landing sites for the Hive's defense forces, as well as a few civilian sites that are used to import basic supplies from the Imperial Navy, orbital trade, or elsewhere on the planet. These areas are vital, as they will be used to send reinforcements into the Hive, evacuate refugees, and use it as a forward base when a siege begins.

Air supremacy. The number of light fighters, heavy fighters, and bombers at our disposal. The flight records of every officer and pilot in the Imperial 5082nd Squadron "Skybrone". I skipped the review of these numbers. If they wore the Templar Cross with the Marshal's permission, there would be little need to review their bravery. It's already clear.

These predictions will continue to simulate how long our air force can hold out before the enemy lands, and in what situations bombers will need to be used outside the city walls. The battle simulations flashed continuously in the flickering holographic images. When these were completed, Balassas breathed a sigh of relief, and a headache suddenly came. I smiled, although I didn't let anyone see it.

The heavy defensive positions at Helsingborg. What anti-aircraft turrets were on the walls and where they were deployed. Their optimal firing arcs. The strength and calibre of each barrel and turret. The number of men assigned to these positions. Estimates of the damage they could do to the enemy, simulations of the impact of the Greenskin offensive. The logistics of restocking the ammunition, and where the ammunition would come from, the supply routes from the factories to here.

And the factories themselves. Factories that produce large quantities of various types of tanks. Other factories that make and distribute shells. Which factories are most valuable, which factories are most profitable, which factories are most reliable, and which factories are most vulnerable to attack in a long siege.

The Titan Legion, the Overwatch of the highest honor, are the battle engines they have deployed in the Ash Wasteland outside the city. They are the ones who will defend Helsreich, the ones who have pledged to reinforce the strength of the Cadian Legion and support our brothers the Salamanders in the wilds of Armageddon.

The Overwatch denied us access to its internals, but we got enough to run more holographic simulations, incorporating Titan forces of all ranks and sizes into the ensuing carnage.

The docks. The docks at Halsridge, the largest port on the planet. Shoreline defences - walls, turrets and anti-aircraft towers - and all sorts of trade demands and union complaints and requests, arguments over docking rights at the port and which warehouses were to be used as barracks for soldiers, complaints from merchants and dock officials and…

I endured it for nine days.

Nine days!

Chapter 22: Air Fleet Engages the Enemy

On the tenth day, I rose from my chair in the Saren command center. In the colonel's armored fortress in the center of the city, around me were 300 servants and junior officers working in the fortress: calculating, sorting, transmitting, receiving, talking, shouting, and sometimes secretly panicking, asking for help from those around me.

Saren and several of his officers and assistants watched me. They craned their necks to see what I was doing. This was the first time I had moved in seven hours. In fact, it was the first time I had moved since I sat down at dawn.

"What's up?" Salem asked me.

I looked at the sweaty, fat, pig-like commander, a man who could not mold his body into the physique of a warrior because he was confined - and completely confined indoors - to a ruthless experiment on millions of numbers, millions of numbers.

What kind of question is that? Are they blind? I am the God Emperor's Angel of Death, a knight of the blood of Dorne, and a priest of the Black Templars.

Is there anything wrong with this?

"Yes," I said to him, to all of them, "something is wrong." "What is that...?"

I didn't answer the question. Instead, I walked out of the room, not caring that the uniformed men scattered in front of me like frightened vermin.

Sirens began to wail, loud enough to dwarf the clap of thunder overhead.

I turned back to the table.

"what is that?"

They were frightened by the roar coming from my helmet's loudspeaker. The sirens continued to blare.

"The throne is above," Saren whispered.

There are no walls in Halsridge, only battlefields.

When sirens began to sound across the city, Attarion was standing in the shadow of a towering cannon, its linked barrels pointed up at the sickly sky. A few meters away, human staff worked on the base, going through their daily maintenance rituals. They hesitated at the sound of the sirens, talking to each other.

Attarion could only look back towards the fortress in the city center, because the way to get there was blocked by the chaotic forest-like spires in the hive city.

He felt the humans occasionally glance at him, knew he was distracting them from the necessary mechanical ritual, and walked away, far along the wall, his eyes falling on the endless wasteland, just as he had done every hour since arriving in the hive a week ago.

He blinked and tapped a comm rune on his visor display, opening a comm channel. Sirens blared. Attarion knew what it meant.

"it's time."

In the communication towers throughout the city, a message was announced in an emotionless tone. Colonel Saren did not want to cause public unrest, so he sent a servitor to preach these words to the people.

"Citizens of Hive Helsreich. Do not panic across this planet. Do not panic. The enemy fleet is under control. The Imperial Navy and the greatest Astartes fleet in the history of the Imperium stand between us and the enemy. Do not panic. Stand firm in your faith and trust in the God-Emperor of Mankind. Over."

In the control center, Grimaldus turned to the nearest human officer sitting at the communications station. "You, immediately salute the Black Templars' flagship, the Eternal Crusade."

The man swallowed, his face turning pale, to be commanded so directly, so forcefully, by an Astartes.

"I... sir, I am coordinating-"