Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 486: When in doubt, turn to the gang (Please subscribe)
The star-destroying cannon on the bow of the Sky Eagle slowly dimmed, but the dazzling energy glow seemed to still be echoing in the universe.

Between it and the Iron Blood, a long, empty, narrow black area where all matter had evaporated appeared unusually abrupt.

Even in the vacuum universe, this area is closer to absolute vacuum.
Both the Rebel Fleet and the Imperial Fleet tacitly stayed away from this area. In the face of this level of combat, their void shields had no protective effect at all.

The commanders of each warship ordered their ships to stay away from the battlefield, leaving the most grand wars to the real protagonists, while they fought each other with warships of the same level in more remote areas.

As the saying goes, soldier against soldier, king against king, at least before the main battleships of both sides decide the winner, the war will be carried out in this seemingly fair way.

In the entire Betagarmon galaxy, at least more than two thousand warships from the Imperial Fleet and the Rebel Fleet are releasing their fury on their opponents.

This is an extremely terrifying number. Even during the entire Great Crusade, there has never been a naval battle of this scale. And now these powerful weapons, born out of humanity's desire for conquest, are destroying each other for different ideals within the gateway of the solar system.

Every minute and every second, the battleship is turning into an exploding fireball, and once the battleship is destroyed, the crew, workers and combatants on board will have almost no chance of survival.

Even if you board a lifeboat to escape from a battleship that is about to sink and explode, there is no place that can be called safe in this galaxy with an absurd density of battleships.

There is almost no room for the implementation of tactics and strategies. The warship may be attacked by the enemy from the front, back, left, right, and even from the top and bottom. The three-dimensional warfare mode makes the situation even more treacherous and changeable.

Both sides are exchanging losses, and the war will only end when one side is completely unable to hold on due to the heavy casualties.

The Iron Blood, which was severely damaged by a shot, fled in the opposite direction of the rebel fleet. The extremely angry War Blacksmith Fricks severely questioned the Brilliant Light that put them in danger.

"Our captain was afraid of fighting and made a decision on his own. Now he has been executed by us."

The perfunctory answer from the Thousand Sons Legion almost made Fricks suffer a cerebral hemorrhage. The Iron Warrior took off his helmet in hatred, revealing a hideous fresh scar.

"Are these damned Prosperos lying? The captain is afraid of fighting? They don't even want to come up with a more reasonable reason."

Those who can become the captain of the Primarch's flagship are all the most outstanding and outstanding commanders. They may make mistakes and hesitate, but they will never feel afraid.

"My lord, the Primarch has entrusted the Iron Blood to me. We must not let her sink on this damn battlefield, especially not because of the weakness of our damned allies."

"They don't understand what it means to be strong both inside and out!"

The adjutant of the city destroyer immediately advised that if the legion's flagship was destroyed, they couldn't even imagine how furious Perturabo would be.

"The Warmaster is no longer the Warmaster he once was. He has lost his fairness and no longer treats us equally. He also ignores our dedication and sacrifice. How is he any different from the false emperor?"

"Then why should we let our brothers' blood flow on such an unfair battlefield? Why?!"

The Iron Warriors can accept tragic sacrifices, but they must be rewarded with matching honors and rewards.

Fricks was like a silent piece of steel, waiting for the battleship's communication servitor to convey the warmaster's condolences and next orders.

Soon, Horus's order was delivered to the Iron Blood. The war leader ordered the Iron Blood to adjust its status and continue to move forward to encircle and kill the enemy's flagship.

This is an order.

The Iron Warriors could no longer hold back. Even the calm Fricks, after suffocating deeply, was deeply disappointed with Horus's current state.

He finally realized that in the eyes of the Warmaster they were just some durable cannon fodder.

Cannon fodder is cannon fodder after all. At least knowing the truth now is far better than knowing it after the troops are wiped out.

"We withdraw from the core battlefield and tell Horus we've been badly damaged and can only assist on the outer battlefields," the Warsmith gritted his teeth, then ordered the Iron Warriors' fleet to withdraw. Even the Iron Warriors, renowned for their endurance in battle, were horrified by the losses in this battle; their warships were being destroyed at an unprecedented rate.

"Damn it, who is willing to die for a Horus like this?"

"Rather than becoming cannon fodder, it is better to save ourselves. We have done enough for him."

The Thousand Sons Legion's Thousand Feet of Light arrived at the outer battlefield early. They only used light spears and macro cannons to provide support and assistance. Now that they saw the Iron Blood also withdrawn, they immediately realized that they were not the only ones who were wavering.

The chief wizard Ahriman immediately looked gloating. He had thought that these cousins ​​with strong limbs but simple minds would continue to bleed and sacrifice for Horus, but he did not expect that they would react so quickly.

"Horus thinks he can deal with the powerful of the Warp without getting himself involved? Ridiculous!" Ahriman said coldly.

"From the moment he accepted the blessing of the warp, the High Heaven had already made a bet. Naturally, it is impossible for him to return empty-handed. Even the Emperor cannot default forever. He will receive a bill that must be paid."

"And only we can perfectly utilize the power of the Warp. Only by following the guidance of knowledge can we truly control power, rather than being controlled by power." Azak Ahriman thought silently as arcs of psychic energy danced on his fingertips.

“We are so superior, we are the transmitters of knowledge and we will embrace the truth.”

In his heart, he has always had an obsession to end the flesh and blood mutation and save the legion, and he is constantly studying the profound knowledge from the subspace in the hope of finding the salvation he needs.

The main fleet led by Chagatai Khan was fighting with the rebel Queen of Glory fleet. These huge ships were attacking each other, while the flagship of the Great Bearer, the Triumvirate, took over the task of fighting against the Sky Eagle.

The Great Bearer communicates with the Warp, and with his grand psychic spells he siphons away the resentful souls and sacrifices them to the original truth itself.

Even if they are all believers of Chaos, they still need to pay a price to control the power of the Warp.

A small warp storm appeared on the battlefield. The rebel warships were far less affected by the warp storm than the loyalist warships. With the help of the environmental advantage, they were able to withstand the opponent's bombardment.

Although the Sky Eagle is much stronger than the Queen of Glory-class battleship, it still cannot win the war quickly.

When the rebels' Glorious Queen and Abyssal Fury-class battleships unleashed firepower together, Jagatai Khan was unwilling to let his flagship take the damage.

And in their camp, Leman Russ's flagship, the Hrafinkel, had suffered damage in the previous assault on Vengeful Spirit, and it was inevitable that it was somewhat overwhelmed in the face of such a fierce war.

The rebels seized the opportunity and launched a full-scale attack on the declining Hrafinkel, while the Khan had to continue to maneuver and look for opportunities in order to save his brother's flagship.

The warships and void fortresses of both sides exchanged fire continuously over a scale of tens of thousands of kilometers. Coupled with the decisive battle between the Blackrock Fortress and the Ryan Fleet, the battlefield situation actually showed a strange stalemate balance.

All of these battleships are thick-skinned, strong steel monsters with high attack and defense capabilities. They are also protected by the most powerful void shields. If they continue to consume energy like this, it would not be surprising if the battle lasts for several months.

The commanders of both sides were thinking about how to defeat the enemy in agony. Only the Primarch could withstand such tremendous pressure of war. Even the most outstanding mortal commanders would have their brains boiled and die under such pressure.

After the real battle, both sides realized that it was a very naive thing to want to swallow the other side in one breath. The most likely outcome was that after the battleships, frigates and cruisers suffered heavy losses, the battleships were still alive and kicking and evacuated the battlefield.

If you want to quickly end this long war of attrition, the quickest and most effective way is to start a boarding war.

The Astartes on both sides are gathering rapidly. These most elite-equipped Space Marines are more deadly weapons than macrocannons.

They boarded boarding torpedoes and assault boats and, under the cover of battleships, launched a space boarding towards the enemy's weak points.

(End of this chapter)