The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Update: The wait didn't last long, and the small ships at the forefront of the Imperial Fleet soon detected a hostile signal.

The latest signal comes from the Chaos raiding ships, hundreds of them, most of them following the Black Legion's main fleet out of the Eye of Terror to scavenge the scavengers of the autumn wind.

Behind these smaller ships are the larger ships, and those are the real targets, with the Black Legion insignia on their axe bows.

At this time, Einglaspeier was already fully armed on the sub-command podium of the Soul of Vengeance, watching the final assessment of the Empire's formation. The amber eyes shone under the gray-black eyebrows, carefully observing the void, As if he would tear it apart with his own hands.

On the stepped deck below, the Black Legionnaires looked up at him and waited.

All their expressions were strained with a desire for revenge, a desire to prove themselves, a desire to kill.

Clinging to the iron fence, Einglaspeier leaned over the Vengeful Spirit's cavernous bridge.

"Start."

With a single order, under the light of the superheated promethium cavity, the fleet of the Black Legion ignited the engines, activated the arsenal, and increased its attack speed.

First, the flanking cruisers skimmed the edge of the battlefield, their engines over-burning, trying to hit their targets before the Empire could react.

The Spirit of Vengeance occupies the central commanding position. Four frigate formations protect it in all directions. The Endless Wrath, Red Glory and Immortal Steel form a loose triangle formation on the battle plane. Adjust the angle to expand the main fire perforation to the widest. .

The gaps between the fleets narrowed, and the Imperial fleet formation remained the same, with each ship next to the other according to the range of its main macro cannon.

Instead of trying to catch up to the Black Legion's attack speed, they maintained a steady pace, uniting in a classic lattice formation.

In space warfare, formations are everything, and in the open void, a fleet's defense is entirely dependent on its overlapping formations, and each Astartes ship in particular is brutal, almost overarmed - they're forged Just for the all-out slaughter, every battleship puts firepower first, enough to unleash round after round of destruction from a distance.

Forming such ships into geometric formations, each protecting the flanks of the other ships, can achieve an exponential multiplier response, so most Astartes fleet commanders tend to act like gorgeous hunters. Like a swarm of eaters, it doesn't leave any chance for the enemy to take advantage of.

On the other hand, breaking an established fleet formation can be even more difficult, and every captain of any battle group understands the importance of maintaining the formation.

Then there is only a battle of quantity and strategy left.

Einglaspeier believed that the number of warriors would give them an advantage, and although they could not match the firepower advantage the Empire had built up over time, they could still outsmart each other in guts.

So the vanguard of the Black Legion dashed forward with a feral frenzy, tumbling to avoid the incoming fire, when the lances of the Imperial capital ships were already burning like stars.

The imperial forward immediately began to retreat, still maintaining a chain formation, absorbing the initial offensive.

After a few seconds, the battleships began to engage.

The Vengeful Spirit launched a salvo first, followed by a swarm of broadside macro cannons and a frigate's lance strike.

This ferocious firepower immediately damaged the flagship of the White Sanctuary, the Heart of Light, and the series of attacks shattered the Void Shield at the front of the battleship and smashed the fine gold armor of the bow.

Einglaspeier had previously ordered all commanders to overload their primary weapons, risking overloading the system with a ferocious punch in an attempt to open the breach.

Soon, two more destroyers, labelled the Imperial Navy, vanished in a catastrophic explosion, overloading their powertrains, and the vortex created by the explosion surfaced their death.

But that was not the main target of the raid.

Soon, the hangar doors of each of the Black Legion's ships were hissing open, leaking wisps of oxygen into the void.

Wave after wave of boarding torpedoes rushed out of the launch tube, sometimes converging and then dispersing, until the target was locked.

Although the mothership was still at attack speed, the gunboat formation as a second attack was launched according to a pre-planned attack vector, with the mothership's side guns deployed behind them.

Einglaspeier has already taken his own chess move, ordering the fleet to enter a short-range raid, the small attack boat aimed at the giant beast in front, roaring towards the target, and the hope of the legion rested on them.

The Black Legion's jumping gangs were launched from the flight decks in the first few seconds of the raid, boarding torpedoes and others of their kind passed through the battle ball, swirling through plasma blasts, and the Contemplators carried out trillions of times of calculations to deliver them to their goals.

Although a lot of them were hit and destroyed halfway, there were still quite a few jumping torpedoes that found their targets.

With a disgusting cracking sound, the torpedo slammed into the ship's torso, the head with the hot melt blaster smashed through several layers of armored decks, shrieked like a banshee, and then slammed into the molten iron. It stopped crunchingly.

The hot melt opened fire, the clamps exploded, the bow door suddenly opened, and the whistling of the escaped atmosphere overcame the enlarged engine thunder in the closed room.

The caged beasts broke away from their safety gear, pulled out their bolt guns, and rushed out of the burning gap, their helmet goggles flashing red in a swirl of light and shadow.

"Kill the fake emperor, burn the galaxy!"

These traitors emerged from the flickering shadows, the armor dimmed under the gray lumen bar, and the hunters quickly cleared the defenders near the landing point. There were only mortals, and they had no opponents.

Afterwards, the jump gang got together ~www.readwn.com~ to sweep the branch corridors.

But they have a clear purpose at heart, they all act in unison, and the urge for revenge drives them to a more savage level.

The two fleets were already battling together, locked in a close-range battle across the void, a mass of boarding torpedoes either hitting their targets or being knocked out, and a series of bright explosions lit up in front of the Imperial fleet's cordon.

The only counterattack of the Imperial Fleet was to concentrate and stabilize the laser firepower, passing through a mess of battleships and shooting at the main ship on the opposite side. Lothar did not launch the jumping gang, and seemed to prefer long-range strikes, but in fact it was not. The crux of the matter, the crux is that he simply doesn't have enough troops.

Einglaspeier guessed right, there are indeed very few troops left in orbit. Lothar can mobilize less than 300 troops, and they come from four chapters.

And some of these forces must be used to defend the most important ships.

Therefore, Lothar has always chosen tactics carefully, keeping the heavy warships at the core of the fleet at a relatively safe distance, although the buffer zone in the middle is already full of flaming frigates.