This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 62: Trial Stereotypes

A perfect naval battle.

An overwhelming victory.

But such naval battles seemed boring in the eyes of Romulus.

Of course, boredom is a good thing, as it means less pressure, less sacrifice, and supportive teammates.

At first he'd thought they'd need to board the Word Bearers' Space Marines in melta assault craft or something.

As a result, in the short time that the Inquisition's fleet stepped forward to contain the Word Bearers, the dense plasma fire from the Prospector fleet overloaded the enemy's void shields, and then a few nova cannons turned these warships into space garbage.

The last Desolation Herald-class battleship's core was quickly overloaded by the boarding attack of the two chapters. After waiting for its brothers to evacuate, it began to disintegrate as the light spear of the "Holy Commandment" was infused.

And the bunch of Word Bearers who joined them.
All I can say is that his death was of high quality, but it still provided Romulus with a lot of shooting data that had been run through the table countless times, providing practical examples.

It seems a bit simple.

The shattered wreckage of the battleship swept through the universe. The metals that were completely contaminated by the power of chaos had no value for recycling in the current situation.

Romulus, who wanted to learn a few more tricks, looked at the battle report.

He looked up at the Inquisitorial cruisers chasing the scattered frigates in his sight.

His mind was full of the theory of superior firepower, and he sincerely believed that the best way to win a naval battle was to produce a large fleet, equip it with the strongest artillery, and then use the best computer talents.

As long as you have more fleets than your opponent, a longer range than your opponent, and enough calculations, you can easily win.

And isn't this a bit too smooth? It's so easy for them to gain control of the star field, and shouldn't they be able to control the ground battlefield in their hands?

But reality is never as good as expected.

After completing the interrogation and finishing work, Arthur and Ramses returned to the bridge together.

"It's all revealed."

He uploaded the interrogation records through internal channels and threw the physical backup records to Romulus. He casually picked a handful of cherries from Karna's fruit bowl.

"Yeah, this one is still sweet."

"You've captured a third of the Nurglings in this one."

Karna narrowed his eyes.

"."

Ramses stammered and suddenly felt that he could not swallow the cherry.

Romulus shook his head and then looked at the interrogation record.

Word Bearers: A combined force of four warbands, 1218 Chaos Space Marines (369 dead), and a fleet force (destroyed).

[Purpose: Set a trap to attract the Nemesis Parade, use Chaos Spells to possess the three company members, and reclaim the Glorious Queen's 'Ashes Chronicle'.]

[Control over the planet: Insufficient, no control over important facilities on the planet's surface (such as land-based void shields and road-based air defense facilities).]

[Strategic Deployment: Unknown. After the fleet completed the hijacking of the cruiser 'Pride of Terra', a large-scale conflict broke out on the surface, and the ground forces have been disconnected. The last contact confirmed that the ground forces are located in the ruins of the Upper Nest Military Affairs Department.]

[Has there been any cooperation with the Inquisition?: Yes, a unilateral non-aggression agreement was reached with the Inquisitor who claimed to be a Seeker of Knowledge.]

"These Word Bearers are such rubbish."

Romulus finished reading the report.

Doesn't this mean that they know even less about the planet than the Combined Fleet, apart from their own plans?
"Yeah, I'm a little regretful. I lost a batch of Pokémon that I had worked so hard to catch just to destroy the bodies."

Ramses looked regretful. He had spent ages training those demons. If they didn't contribute to the KPIs of the Four Gods, they would disappear forever. But all of them were wasted on such a small answer.

After all, we know what these demons and Chaos traitors are, and we can't let them go even after they've finished their work.

Only killing. "This is what we learned from our interrogation of the Word Bearers."

After blurring the Word Bearers' purpose into simply taking over the bodies of the Nemesis warriors to cause greater damage, Romulus sent the report to everyone in the combined fleet.

Aglaia spoke first.

"Sir Khybar, if you hear me, please reply."

Aglaia was very aware that as the initiator of this action, risks would naturally have to be borne by the forces under her control.

"Lord Aglaia, Captain Kybar was tragically killed in the battle just now. I am his temporary successor. You may call me Ashton."

"."

Aglaia felt the gazes focused on him from behind, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

She actually didn't want to do anything to Kaibar.

The workplace bullying she suffered when she was studying at the Great Library was much more severe than it is now, but those who were defeated by her are still living well in the Terra Government Affairs Department.

But we really can't resist the divergent thinking of these crazy people in the Inquisition.

After all, facing an Inquisitor leader who knew their family tree, a captain who had contradicted him could not give these noble children any sense of security at all.

Hmm. I think it's understandable. If I encountered this situation, I would also kill this guy.

Aglaia rubbed his forehead.

The time she had spent aboard the Aurora during the warp voyage seemed to have weakened her.

But feeling the gaze behind him that said, "Oh, so the Inquisition is full of these kinds of people," Aglaia's face darkened again, filled with resentment towards these guys who secretly executed the captain.

Damn it, the reputation of the Origin Order was ruined by these guys.

After cursing inwardly, Aglaia spoke.

"Captain Ashton, how long will it take for the fleet cleanup mission to be completed?"

As she finished speaking, the Inquisition fleet, which was still mechanically chasing the remaining resistance forces, suddenly entered a high-speed cruising state and began to wipe out the enemy without paying any attention to its own damage.

"Lord Aglaia, the fleet has completed its cleanup. Please proceed with the next instructions."

About fifteen minutes later, the other party's nervous report came.

"."

Feeling the gaze behind him change to "As expected, I knew this was how the Inquisition would be," Aglaia sighed helplessly.

It doesn't matter who looks at me like this, but I don't want to be looked at like this by these four ancient warriors behind me.

"Verify the working status of the planet's orbital defense platform, prioritizing the use of Chaos battleship wreckage, and test the identification codes of both."

Aglaia glanced at the travelers and continued.

"You are allowed to transfer the decoy ship."

"Thank you for your kindness, my Lord."

Captain Ashton breathed a sigh of relief, silently gave his men a list of names that needed to be dealt with secretly, and then sent a shuttle to the bait ship.

About an hour later, two emptied Chaos and Imperial frigates were dropped into the planet's orbit.

"Report, no high-energy plasma reaction detected."

"continue."

Feeling the vibration coming from his wrist, Aglaia looked stunned.

(End of this chapter)