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The Mithra's Defiance, like a ferocious beast, sped through the mysterious and unpredictable warp.

Its massive and imposing figure was tightly surrounded by a full 50 Gaixin-class corvettes, like an indestructible shield.

These frigates act like loyal guardians, constantly protecting their core—the Mithra's Defiance.

At this moment, Kirsage, who was in the command room of the Mithra's Contempt, was deep in thought.

Since becoming the eternal chosen one of Tzeentch and Khorne, her maximum number of warship points has skyrocketed to an astonishing 3600!

This undoubtedly gave her more options, but it also presented her with a difficult choice: which powerful warship should she summon to further enhance her strength?

After much deliberation, Kirsajarn gradually came to an answer.

As for smaller vessels, she was perfectly capable of building them herself with her exceptional construction skills, so she decided to focus her attention on Titan-class warships.

After all, only a super battleship of this size and firepower would fit her needs.

The first thing that catches the eye is the ominous Ark, a vessel that strikes fear into the hearts of all enemies.

This terrifying warship, worth a whopping 1800 points, is enough to send chills down your spine just from its name.

Kirsagh stared at the data panel in front of him, and couldn't help but become very interested in this ominous Ark.

Although she didn't understand why this warship had such a high score, judging from the data alone, its gun output was in no way inferior to the legendary Mountain Formation!

Even more astonishing is that its protruding bow, resembling menacing fangs, is equipped with a doomsday cannon with the same power as the Planet Killer!

Logically speaking, ominous arks are usually converted from ancient and dilapidated spaceships.

Each of the Ominous Arks is no ordinary vessel; they are all unique, custom-built behemoths, embodying the culmination of countless dark technologies and evil forces.

However, this ominous ark doesn't look like it was converted from a spaceship; it looks more like it was modified from an Eldar ark.

Each Omen Ark is equipped with a Soul-Guiding Lamp, a device that emits light in the warp to guide nearby warships.

There is currently no Ominous Ark wandering the universe, and Kirsar can guarantee that this behemoth is the only one.

Before long, Kilsager swiftly and accurately completed the allocation of warship points.

Before her lay a remarkable fleet: a 1800-point Omen Ark, a 900-point Cursed Titan, and a 900-point Vengeful Spirit.

These three Titan-class super battleships will become Kirsaj's main force after the retirement of the Mithra's Defiance, and they will undoubtedly become the most dazzling presence of the Eternal Chosen.

It's worth mentioning that both the Ominous Ark and the Cursed Titan feature Alpha Legion's unique paint scheme, with their mysterious and eerie color combinations making them stand out in the starry sky.

However, the Vengeful Spirit was different. Kirsaj changed its original paint job in a slightly wicked way, using the paint job of the former Sixteenth Legion - Shadowmoon Wolf.

As for why she made such a change, Kirsage already had her own plan in mind. She was eagerly anticipating the wonderful expressions on the faces of Abaddon or the veterans of the Black Legion when they saw the Vengeance Soul.

After all, for T family, there is more or less a mentality of having fun.

Although Kirsaën was not directly affected by the Tzeentch Eye, her long-term interaction with Tarachin inevitably led her to pick up some unusual "bad habits," including the mischievous traits of a certain blue soft thing.

A subspace rift opened outside the Skarrus system, and a colossal ship even larger than the Imperial Dream slowly emerged from it. It was Kirsar's flagship, an Ominous Ark.

The Vengeful Spirit and the Cursed One sailed out of the warp, one on each side, with 50 Beacon-class corvettes around them like toys.

On the distant edge of the Scalus system, several ships belonging to the Empire are lingering at the galactic perimeter.

They noticed the massive warp rift that had suddenly opened. When the Imperial crew finally saw what it was, their faces turned deathly pale. Without hesitation, they turned their ship around and fled the scene as fast as they could.

What appeared before them was a terrifying Chaos Fleet!

Faced with such a formidable enemy, if they didn't flee for their lives immediately, they would likely be completely crushed and vanish without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, on the planet below the orc fleet, war raged and smoke filled the air.

After a fierce battle, the orc tribe led by Blackfang Muscleman has successfully occupied most of the planet.

The burly, fanged orc warboss stood on the flagship's deck, gazing into the distance.

"I can feel it! A really powerful guy is coming to attack us with a super-huge ship!" he roared, his voice booming like thunder across the bridge.

The orc boys and farts who heard this through the waaaaaagh platform immediately became excited, rubbing their hands together, eager to meet the new challenge.

Upon learning that another unprecedented waaaaaagh battle was about to begin, these warlike greenskins were extremely excited and busied themselves with preparations.

They continuously sent wave after wave of things that could hardly be called supplies into space. Some of these things were tattered weapons and equipment scavenged from the battlefield, while others were all sorts of strange parts and materials.

Meanwhile, the green-skinned tech tyrants responsible for receiving these supplies were busy with great enthusiasm.

They skillfully manipulated the tools in their hands, and with a few taps and hammers, they cleverly applied the delivered items to the orc warships, making these warships even more powerful.

Just then, a massive orc strode up to Blacktooth Muscleman and respectfully asked, "Boss, shall I go and take care of those wretched shrimps right now?"

“No, we’re going to lay down a minefield and deploy some meteorites to confuse the shrimp.” Black Fang Muscle Man rubbed his chin with his rough hands. “If there’s no asteroid belt, we’ll make one. We’re going to sneakily ambush the shrimp.”

The Greenskins' plan looks very crude, but I always think they can make these plans very well concealed.

The asteroids modified by the orcs, the asteroids dragged there by the orcs, and the wreckage of warships formed an asteroid belt on the only way to reach this place from Kil'jaeden.

Many orcs hid on asteroids and warship wreckage, waiting for the little guy's warship to pass by, so they could rush up in one fell swoop.

Seeing that the orcs were almost ready, Blackfang Muscleman licked his large teeth. This green-skinned warboss patiently awaited his destined enemy.