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"Something's wrong with this ship." Death Shroud gripped the scythe that reeked of decay tightly in his hand, leading the heavily armored Death Guards behind him slowly forward through the passage with steady and powerful steps.

Along the way, the taciturn servants continued their busy work, ignoring the uninvited guests as if they didn't exist.

“I can feel the power of the High Heaven, but I can’t feel the love of the Father…” a Death Guard muttered to himself, his voice filled with doubt and unease.

He found himself seemingly losing his connection with his loving father, and the blessing power emanating from Nurgle was becoming faint.

He began to wonder if his actions or thoughts had caused his loving father to become dissatisfied and disappointed with him.

However, at that moment, the shroud did not respond, but stood quietly in place, its eyes fixed on the front.

Suddenly, a servant walked straight toward them without warning. Its eyes were empty and lifeless, but it kept staring at the shroud.

As the distance closed, the figure of the servant became clearer, and the eyes of the Death Shroud grew sharper, as if trying to see through the cold metal shell to the controller of this strange servant.

Finally, when the servant was only a few steps away from the death shroud, he suddenly raised the scythe in his hand and slashed at the other without hesitation.

The immense power of Nurgle's Blessing surged within the Death Shroud, his muscles tensed, his bones creaked, and every inch of his skin was filled with unparalleled strength.

With a deep roar, the eerie scythe flashed through the air like lightning, instantly cleaving the servant in two.

The sudden appearance of the death shroud alerted the other death guards, who immediately raised their explosive guns and stood ready for battle.

In an instant, the roar of slingshots rose and fell, the deafening gunfire echoing throughout the passage.

The surrounding servants were caught off guard and suffered an undeserved disaster.

Their bodies were instantly blasted to pieces after being hit by the explosives, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

After clearing out the servants, the Death Guards remained vigilant, while the Death Shroud stared at the servant he had cleaved in two.

Those broken eyes were still staring at him, but he could not sense the servant's soul or the destructive power within him.

From the shadows, some servants emerged and continued the work of the fallen servants.

"The corpses on the ground are gone!" a Death Guardian exclaimed in horror. At this moment, they felt that this universe was so strange that even the Sons of a Thousand Sins could not move the corpses of nearly a hundred servants without their knowledge.

"Damn Tzeentch followers." In this situation, the death shroud immediately slapped the hat onto the Tzeentch follower's head.

“The taming progress is 50%, that’s pretty fast.” Kirsaj sat on the Iron Throne, looking at the Death Guard who was standing there dumbfounded.

When they boarded the ship, their consciousness had already been hypnotized, and their souls were being slowly altered.

“It is impolite not to reciprocate.” Kirsage stood up, with Alpha Legion Space Marines standing on either side of her.

The engines of the Mithra's Contempt were ignited, the massive hull soared out of the nebula, the bow tore through the dust in its path, and the incendiary cannons opened fire with fury.

A crimson beam of light tore through the void, instantly ripping a Hellbringer-class light cruiser to shreds, the explosion engulfing the nearby escort ships.

At this time, most of the Plague Fleet's warships were attacking the Imperial Navy and were not prepared to engage the Mithra's Defiance.

"Full engine power! Full speed ahead!"

Kilshach ordered that the warship's broadside cannons were powerful enough to destroy a battlecruiser with shields, and even a battleship would not dare to withstand a salvo from its broadside.

Its current course is right in the center of the Plague Fleet. When this Titan warship, which has received the incredible bonus from Kil'jaeden's stats, breaks into the center of the Plague Fleet, the Plague Fleet will suffer heavy losses even if it manages to escape.

Typhons also spotted the Mithra's Defiance charging toward him, and the charge of a warship over twenty kilometers long instilled fear in the chosen champion of Nurgle.

"Madmen! Are those Alphas followers of Terrorism?!" Typhon roared from the captain's seat.

Unfortunately, his voice couldn't reach Kirsarge's ears now; she saw the Mithra's massive cannons open fire.

These massive cannons, with calibers exceeding those of an Emperor-class Titan, perfectly exemplify the saying "bigger is better! More is more!"

A Marauder-class battleship, attempting to evade the Mithra's Contempt, exposed its port side to the Mithra's Contempt. The Mithra's broadside guns seized the opportunity, unleashing over a hundred shells, which the unfortunate Marauder-class battleship absorbed.

After the Void Shield blocked some of the shells, it overloaded. As the firelight dissipated, shells hundreds of meters long pierced the battleship's armor. The subsequent explosions caused the Marauder-class battleship to lose almost one-fifth of its mass.

Its screams echoed through the void, and almost every machine spirit heard its dying lament.

Typhons turned green upon seeing this. His End was also a battleship, and even with the blessing of the benevolent father Nurgle, it had become a super battleship, but its defenses were not much better than those of the Marauder battleship.

The Marauder-class battleship was no longer combat-capable, and the Mithra's Contempt, empowered by Kirsaj's epithet, quickly unleashed another salvo.

Without any miracles, this raider battleship became a shining example of the battle.

A traitor's battleship has been destroyed, and the Imperial Navy should be cheering, but that was the traitor's spoils, not theirs.

"The guns on the Macragge's Glory are a bit weak." Azure Star looked at the Honor Guard on the bridge. It was a free gift when the Macragge's Glory was purchased. It was an entire Ultramarines Legion, but they could only defend against warships or board them, and could not fight on the ground.

She was confident that she could quickly take down a battleship once she got close, not with its cannons, but with the large number of Ultramarines on her ship.

The Ultra Warriors on Azure Star can be recruited at a 50% discount. She recruited 7,000 ordinary Ultra Warriors and 100 Ever-Victorious Warriors, and now there are a total of 8,100 Ultra Warriors on the Glory of Macragge.

"My lord, shall we continue the attack or...?" The Imperial Navy sent a communication to El, seeing the Mithra's Defiance wreaking havoc in the Plague Fleet.

They didn't know if the child before them was the living saint of the God Emperor, but they knew that the Limit Warriors and the Imperial Guards all obeyed his command.

"Continue the attack, just keep an eye on that giant ship. The focus now is to take down the Plague Fleet." El sat on the shoulder armor of a Royal Guard, his petite figure contrasting with the 3.5-meter-tall Royal Guard, creating a strangely sacred image.

"Your will."

Typhons was also torn between running away now or taking a gamble and trying to seize the Mitra's Disdain. He felt that it might be the Corpse King's lackeys who had taken the Titan warship, but there was also an inexplicable sense of unease about it.

Finally, he made up his mind and stood up abruptly: "All Death Guards, prepare to board that warship! The Father is watching us!"