Kilsager and Chat Groups

The monstrous and massive Demon Engine, accompanied by billowing black smoke and deafening roars, surged across the vast lands of the Ursus Empire like a black torrent.

The territory of Lungmen is expanding outward at an unprecedented and astonishing rate, like a greedy beast frantically devouring everything around it. This situation has aroused high vigilance from all parties.

Besides the ancient and powerful Great Yan, which has remained silent and made no clear statement, even Iberia, far to the south, dared not take it lightly and quickly took a series of preventative measures against Longmen's advance.

The once high and mighty dukes of Victoria now felt an unprecedented amount of pressure.

Their proud and powerful fleet, when compared to Lungmen's unstoppable offensive against the Ursus Empire, offered them no sense of security whatsoever.

Lateran did not intervene in this fierce war, but out of humanitarian spirit, they repeatedly extended a helping hand to the people of Ursus who were caught in the flames of war, providing a large amount of valuable aid supplies.

Driven by greed, countless journalists rushed to the front lines, risking their lives in order to obtain the latest intelligence on the military deployments of both sides and the exact extent of the remaining territory of the Ursus Empire.

As the commander, Warspite was utterly exhausted.

She had never imagined that commanding a war could be so difficult and exhausting. Because advanced weapons of war, such as the Demon Engine, possess a high degree of autonomy, without strict restrictions and meticulous control, a horrific massacre would inevitably await the innocent civilians of Ursus.

"I'm so tired... Why did it turn out like this?" Warspite collapsed onto the table again, feeling helpless and confused.

Shouldn't she, as a ship girl, be fighting on the front lines? If this continues, she feels like her ship equipment is going to rust.

"Senior, those demonic engines are truly bizarre!" Bismarck carefully put down her delicate teacup, then walked over to Warspite with a pained expression and gently massaged her shoulders.

"Yes, why are they all so radical, so indifferent to the lives of civilians?" Warspite frowned, recalling the scene he had witnessed Chen Huijie commanding the battle.

She clearly remembered that the woman named Talulah seemed to want to dissuade Chen Huijie, but for some reason, she ultimately chose to give up.

Just then, Kashina, looking exhausted with dark circles under her eyes, slowly sat down on the other side of the table. She said weakly, "Sigh, I'm just as curious about this."

Since being discovered to possess outstanding post-war handling abilities, Chen Huijie has adhered to the principle of "using her to the fullest extent possible" and has dumped all the affairs of the post-war territory onto Kasheena.

During this period, Kashina has been working day and night. She even felt that if she continued to work at such a high intensity, her fragile body would eventually die from overwork.

Suddenly, Bismarck seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, right! I once overheard Kirsaj and Tarasin talking about this. At that time, they didn't deliberately avoid me, but directly discussed Chen Huijie's battle plan."

It is said that Chen Huijie's radical strategy was likely related to a war they had previously experienced, in which all members participated—a war that was apparently called…the Thirteenth Black Expedition.

At this point, Bismarck narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.

"I'll go ask those two slackers." Warspite immediately opened the chat group and asked about the Thirteenth Black Expedition.

Tarasin was slightly surprised when he received the message, and then sent Warspite some of the war footage he had recorded from the Thirteenth Black Expedition.

Warspite finds the machine, the chat group exports the data, and she plans to watch it with Bismarck and Kasena.

Unfortunately, Warspite's first combat record was the decisive battle between the group and Mortarion's fleet.

Thanks to necromancy technology, the three were able to observe the entire war in a fictional world. Completely unprepared for what they would encounter next, War-weary started playing the combat log.

The first thing that caught the three of them's eye was the enormous fleet that blotted out the sky. Standing on the bridge of the Hercules Emperor, the three saw the group members who were having a discussion, as well as a red giant.

Through the porthole, one could see that the ships surrounding this giant vessel were somewhat eerie, and not far away, a huge space cathedral stood there.

Warspite reached out to touch the wall of the Hercules, only to find that his arm passed straight through it.

"Gentlemen, this seems to be a collection of fascinating footage recorded by Tarasin." Warspite noticed a line of text on the panel at this moment. "We didn't witness this war, so how about we follow Tarasin's account?"

"I'm fine with anything." Kasena felt she hadn't lost out when she saw such a fleet.

"I'll do as you say, senior." Bismarck nodded to Warspite.

Warspite then pointed to that line of text, and the three of them were suddenly pulled back to a lower angle to perceive the size of the fleet. The ships were also intentionally enlarged in the settings so that the three of them could see some details of the warships.

Just as the three of them were exclaiming in amazement, their perspective suddenly shifted dramatically, as if pulled by an invisible hand, and in the blink of an eye they arrived at the edge of the galaxy.

This sudden turn of events left the three of them no time to react. The next moment, enormous vortexes emitting eerie and ominous purple light, resembling the gaping maws of a ferocious demon, abruptly appeared before their eyes.

As these vortexes slowly rotated, a chilling aura continuously spewed out from them. Then, one after another, hideous and repulsive living warships, like demons from the depths of hell, flew out of the vortexes.

These living warships have a chilling yellowish-green hue and are covered with a layer of sticky, writhing flesh.

What's most terrifying is that the flesh and blood structures on their bodies, which look like piles of rotten and decaying "thesis defenses," make people want to vomit at just one look.

Tarachin even took close-up photos of the flesh and blood on these warships in order to present this extremely disgusting scene to the public.

Even Kashiana, after seeing such a horrific scene, almost couldn't suppress the nausea surging within her and nearly vomited on the spot.

It has to be said that N's definition of beauty is completely different from that of ordinary people. Their so-called aesthetic standards are definitely not something that ordinary beings can easily understand or accept.

Suddenly, the nine surrounding planets began to shine with a dazzling blue light, as if responding to the call of some mysterious force.

Accompanied by a gust of blue, ever-changing wind, countless twisted and contorted Tzeentch demons surged forth like a tide.

Taracin seized the opportunity to give Carlos, who was standing to the side, a close-up shot, clearly capturing the moment when the two-headed bird waved its wand.

After a brief pause, the scene shifted again, this time revealing a strange planet covered in yellowish-green flesh.

The planet's surface is uneven, covered with lumps and sores of all sizes.

Unbelievably large maggots crawled slowly across the planet's surface, their plump bodies occasionally squeezing out streams of thick, green liquid.

Even more chilling is that the planet is covered with tentacles that are covered with pustules and eyes. The eyes on these tentacles are rolling around as if they are warmly welcoming the new visitors.

Seeing this, Warspite, who had been forcing himself to watch the video despite his discomfort, could no longer bear it.

Her face turned deathly pale. She covered her mouth, turned around, and ran towards the toilet. Bismarck, who was following behind her, also looked pained and staggered as she kept up.

After the two rushed into the toilet, a tremendous sound of vomiting erupted.

"Aren't you going too far?" Kirsaji, who had been spying, questioned Tarasin, feeling that even this rib couldn't do anything right.

“She was just unlucky.” Tarachin shrugged. Who would have thought that Warspite would be the first to see the footage of fighting Nurgle?

"Ah, it's clean and hygienic."

"I think you're right."

Talulah, who came out to look for people, saw Warspite, who seemed to be exhausted, Bismarck, who was trying to come back to her senses, and Tarasin, who was taking pictures.

"What's going on here?"