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“The traitor’s lackey.” Typhon stared at the particularly conspicuous identifier in the identification signal—the Glory Queen-class battleship, the Makurag Radiance.

This super warship, which has been in service for over ten thousand years, is not something they can easily destroy at present, especially since it leads a massive imperial fleet.

Typhons couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. His carefully planned scheme had been ruined by some unknown Alpha, and there was no doubt that it was the work of those treacherous apostles.

After obtaining information about Kilsager, Azure Star and El led the Imperial Navy, which had been assembled in the area, in a relentless pursuit of the Plague Claw.

The other three flew straight towards the Cardia system, the final battlefield that would determine the outcome. Tarasin had deliberately left a Tsukuba-class battleship hidden in the shadows, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at the crucial moment.

"You! Take 77 Death Guards and bring me back the heads of those Alphas!" Knowing that he could not avoid a war in the end, Typhon decisively assigned a Death Shroud soldier and ordered him to lead the boarding force to pursue the departing Doomfire bombers.

He, Typhons, may suffer a heavy blow from the Imperial Navy today, but he must not let Alpha, which is hiding in the shadows, get away with it!

Just then, El launched a large number of Starhawk bombers, and the local Imperial Navy followed closely behind, dispatching Fury interceptors to escort them.

The Plague Fleet also dispatched fighters under Typhon's orders. The two sides' fighters converged and engaged in fierce combat, with the light of explosions continuously shining in space.

The numerous Starhawks successfully evaded the interception of the rapidly approaching Death Fighter squadron and continued flying toward their target.

The Starhawk bombers that were stopped displayed astonishing combat capabilities, managing to suppress the rapidly advancing death fighter horde unleashed by the Plague Fleet.

Meanwhile, Typhons, aboard the End, witnessed the defeat of the fighter group and the approaching Starhawk bomber formation.

"These useless bastards! They have failed their loving father!" Typhons angrily swung his right arm and slammed it hard against the handrail, smashing a deep dent into the steel and flesh-and-blood structure.

Faced with the densely packed, heavily armed plague fleet before him, El frowned and looked troubled.

He is not like some air combatants who treat pilots' lives as worthless; the planes and pilots he sends out don't just appear out of thin air, at least not in this battle.

When he saw the End of the World surrounded by enemy ships, his heart was filled with helplessness and sighs.

Ultimately, he had no choice but to issue orders for the Starhawk bomber squadron to attack the outer warships.

This fierce naval battle ended in a complete victory for the Imperial Navy, which possessed overwhelming superiority.

What followed was a thrilling duel between the two warships.

The first to fire were the heavy light spears from both sides, with blue and scarlet rays intertwining and colliding in the air, creating ripples on each other's void shields.

As the flagship of the Imperial fleet, the Radiance of Macragge fearlessly charged at the forefront of the formation, naturally becoming a key target for the Plague Fleet.

However, Azure Star showed no sign of worry. Following the advice of their group member Kirsaj, they wisely chose Supercharged Void Shield as one of their two skills.

Just as the Void Shield was about to overload, Azure Star immediately demonstrated invincibility and instant shield regeneration to the opponent.

Just as the two sides were fiercely exchanging fire, Kilza issued an order: let the Mithra's Contempt launch an attack!

The massive Titan warship was anchored in a nebula, its form obscured by dust, revealing only a blurry outline.

Suddenly, a crimson beam of light shot out from the nebula like lightning, lashing the Plague Fleet's warships with a devastating thud, like an enraged dragon baring its fangs and roaring as it lunged at the enemy.

However, the Mithra's Contempt cannot remain hidden in the nebula forever; its time for ambushes is limited.

Soon, the Plague Fleet's boarding forces, aboard the Dreadclaw squadron, located and pinpointed its position.

"This behemoth is in no way inferior to the Endurance..." Death Shroud murmured to himself, secretly comparing the Mithra's Disdain to the Death Guard's true flagship, "No, it is even more magnificent."

At the same time, Typhon also received an identification signal from the Alpha warship.

He frowned slightly, tapping the armrest of his chair as he fell into deep thought. He had originally intended to fight Alpha head-on, but now that the opponent possessed such a powerful Titan warship, the situation had become complicated.

Moreover, he clearly remembered that the Alpha Legion did not seem to possess this warship named Mitra's Contempt; rather, it seemed to belong to the mysterious ship of the Dark Mechanicus.

He had lost all hope in the boarding forces. Keep in mind, a single Titan warship would have at least several hundred Alpha Warriors on board.

Furthermore, those demonic engines of the Dark Mechanicus will never easily surrender to the embrace of the benevolent father.

However, perhaps the Plague Fleet can hold out a bit longer, and maybe the boarding forces can even get that ship to join their battle?

At this moment, Typhons was staring intently at the Radiance of Macragge on the data panel.

The End was merely a battleship; compared to the Glory Queen, it was utterly insignificant.

"All warships, launch torpedoes immediately!" El decisively ordered. He felt utterly helpless about the Imperial Navy's design, which was both advanced and outdated.

The Empire's torpedoes have absolutely no tracking ability, so why not use missiles?

But since things had come to this point, El could only helplessly accept reality.

Fortunately, the enemy doesn't seem to be much better at this.

With a command given, the torpedoes were successfully launched, leaving crimson trails as they sped toward the Plague Fleet.

Surprisingly, the plague fleet did not make any attempt to evade.

Because these torpedoes were scattered, their hit rate was really not impressive.

Moreover, once they start to evade, the dense formation previously used to deal with the Starhawk bomber squadron will definitely be in trouble, and there is even a possibility of a space collision.

The anti-aircraft turrets of the Mithra's Contempt opened fire, and the dense barrage instantly tore apart a large number of Fearclaws, but they suddenly stopped firing after attacking for a while.

Death Shroud led the remaining 55 Death Guards into the interior of the Mithra's Contempt. He picked up a scythe and surveyed the blasphemous interior of the ship.

For some reason, other Death Guards also arrived here from different passages, a sign that made the veteran realize that the other side had deliberately let them in.

Kirsage had the anti-aircraft turrets on full alert, but then suddenly remembered her special ability and immediately ordered them to cease fire.

These Death Guards may smell terrible, but they're still usable disguises, and they even generously gifted me a Death Shroud and a Primarch Guard.