Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

With Abaddon's orders.

Arak and others lead the sacrifice, preparing to use the power of the gods to enter the real universe.

"The gods bless us and bring us to the light of truth."

"In the name of the gods and the will of the eight-pointed star, sacrifices are made here.

Alak said piously.

The air became colder and colder. Amidst the desperate and shrill screams, the bodies of those soldiers who were once loyal to the emperor ignited bright flames.

But these flames didn't have any temperature, but made the bridge even colder.

Eerie whispers echoed.

But no one knew where these voices came from.

They are ubiquitous and unreal.

Burning Loyalists stink and despair.

They fought valiantly to prevent Horus from tearing apart the galaxy and humanity's insidious rebellion.

However, they failed and were captured by the enemy and became captives.

Persevered in the torture of torture, just to see Horus' defeat with his own eyes.

But now they will become the sacrifices of those monsters, and become the stepping stones for the enemy to set foot on Terra, the holy place in the hearts of all human beings.

What a sad and painful thing this is for loyalists like them.

Painful emotions and despair before death are the gods' best food.

With such good sacrifices, the gods no longer stingy with their power.

The storms of the warp grew more violent, helping these traitors tear down the barriers between reality and illusion.

Looking at all this, Abaddon endured the desire to smash all these priests and sacrifices into pieces.

He doesn't like it.

But for Horus to win, this is helpless.

Guilliman, Sanguinius and Lion received stronger aid, and their technology threw Horus away in one fell swoop.

If the power of the gods is not used, the failure of the rebel army is beyond doubt.

200 Hundreds of millions of humans lost their lives in Ullanor in order to be able to reach Terra.

They were drained, and blood had filled the sacrificial cisterns.

Or they were thrown alive into the subspace on the starship, where countless demons devoured them.

Everything in the world is exchanged at equal value.

Spent so much blood and soul, just to get the final victory.

The flagship of Horus would reach Terra directly, and the defense of the solar system would become meaningless.

The final battle will be fought on Terra's surface.

No matter how powerful the Loyalist's technology is, as soon as the Emperor dies, Terra will become the new Eye of Terror.

The entire galaxy will be slowly swallowed.

The fleet he commanded was nothing more than a decoy to draw the attention of loyalists.

"All fleets.

Abaddon said that he heard his own voice, carried through the voice channel to all the ships.

"Follow me and the orders of the Warmaster, enter the real universe, and fight."

The grid of stars burst into flashes, and the vacuum was ripped open.

The dazzling haze and magnificent lights flood into reality with each ship.

Dozens, then hundreds, then thousands.

The probe servant on the forward space station twitched and babbled.

Just because the speed of the increase of the ships has far exceeded the speed that the language can broadcast.

Masses of rebel ships float to the edge of the galaxy.

Loaded with mortal crews who swore an oath to Horus in return for the glory of being the vanguard in this battle.

They believed that Horus would replace his father and become the master of the galaxy.

But the loyal will make them pay.

Sigismund stood in the control room of the satellite-level fortress, and the huge spherical display screen centered on the satellite-level fortress, clearly marking the position of each enemy and friendly army.

long distance. The structure of the target is erased, and on the scale of space, everything is just dots.

Only when the dot is clicked, the information and distance of the target will appear.

Countless red light spots gushing out from the illusion were engulfed by a huge red halo.

This is the noose of death.

Indicates that these ships have been targeted by Satellite Bastions.

"Start the strike," Sigismund said.

"The order has been received, and the Star Destroyer will launch in the countdown tens of seconds.

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Along with the countdown, the entire satellite level fortress was shaking.

On the giant double magnetic rails, crackling electric arcs jump continuously, shining dazzling light.

Countless light spots are condensed to form a huge light ball.

When the countdown ended, a laser column with a thickness of hundreds of kilometers appeared.

It soared to more than 500 kilometers within a few breaths.

This pillar is so bright and dazzling that it is 10 million times more powerful than the sun's rays.

No one dared to look directly at the light emitted by this beam of light.

From anywhere in the solar system, this emitted beam of light can be clearly seen.

It is conceivable how strong this brilliance is.

No one has attempted to wield its greatest weapon since the Satellite Fortress came to the solar system.

Everyone only learned about the horror of satellite-class warships from the mouths of Sanguinius and the Blood Angels Legion.

Its main cannon is powerful enough to smash a star with ease.

Sigismund had predicted this long ago, and the power of the main gun must be very powerful.

However, when he really released it, he realized how powerful this thing really is.

Everything is an ant in front of it.

Whether it is legion warriors or technological creations of Mechanicism, everything is an ant.

"Oh my God!" An Imperial Fist warrior who was in charge of guarding the satellite-level fortress couldn't help swallowing when he saw the beam of light.

Such a powerful and terrifying power is actually a power controlled by human beings.

This is like a god.

Many loyal members of Mechanicus are even more fearful.

A binary generator built into the body makes a whining sound.

If it weren't for the difficulty of kneeling with the mechanical body, I am afraid that these members of the Mechanic Cult wearing red robes would have already knelt down.

This is the mighty force of machinery.

Many Loyalists on Terra were also overwhelmed by this terrifying force.

"With (acfe) this power, no one in the entire galaxy can stand against it.""

Primarch Dorne, wearing the Imperial Fist in yellow power armor, looked shocked.

Even Sanguinius had told him many times before about the destructive power of the satellite fortress.

That is absolutely comparable to gods, even surpassing gods.

Dorn was humbled by this, and used his best imagination to imagine the power of a satellite fortress.

However, when seen in person.

Dawn suddenly understood.

His own imagination was too barren, and even though he thought he was humble, he still underestimated the horror of that destructive force.

The laser column with a thickness of 500 kilometers is even continuously expanding.

If you choose to strike at a fixed point, I am afraid that the entire planet will be destroyed without any effort.

Seeing the scene of the satellite-level fortress launching an offensive, Imperial Prime Minister Malcador's hand holding the scepter trembled a little.

Even though he has experienced the dark age of technological prosperity, the power of the satellite-level fortress still deeply shocked him.

This is a fearsome weapon comparable to Iron Man, and it can smash everything with ease.

Even in the Iron Age, such weapons were rare.

According to Sanguinius, the five hundred worlds are still forging more satellite-level fortresses, and there is even a planetary-level fortress that can easily destroy galaxies.

These fearsome weapons will follow Guilliman, Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, to Terra.

The failure of Horus in the real universe is inevitable.

When Guilliman arrives, it is time to ring the bell of final demise.

Many members of the Terra Council, each of them looked shocked.

Only now did they realize how much help the loyal Primarch had received.

If the mysterious man in their mouth chooses to side with the traitor.

The failure of the loyalist is already inevitable.

Seeing this scene, Kane, the foundry leader of Mechanicus, was shocked to be unable to speak.

If his face hadn't been transformed into a machine, the mechanical servants and cathars next to him would all be able to see the frightened expression on his face.

In front of that beam of light, the entire Mars would probably be smashed into scum.

Compared with the shock and surprise of the loyalists, the rebels are basically full of fear and disbelief.

Abaddon knew that several Primarchs had received terrible technological assistance, but he was not very clear about the specific kind of technological assistance.

Sanguinius learned that Terra was still there, and when the emperor was still alive, he hurried back to defend Terra with satellite-class warships to avoid Horus' surprise attack.

The Blood Angels who fought the rebels had better ships.

But these ships can still be destroyed, which is understandable.

But now, what the hell is that beam of light with a diameter of more than 500 kilometers?

This technical assistance is too scary.

At this moment, Abaddon felt that the blessing of the gods was nothing.

The assistance from others is real.

The light lasted for a minute, then went out.

With just one shot, tens of thousands of rebel ships were destroyed.

This is undoubtedly a huge and heavy blow.

The wreckage of the ship and people disappeared.

Under that terrible force, it was completely vaporized, turning into molten iron juice and white condensed steam.

Only ships scraped by the edges were left with flaming wreckage.

The light disappeared, and the satellite-level fortress dimmed again.

A new round of cooling, overhaul and energy storage makes it take six hours before it can continue to launch the next round.

But this is scary enough, and after a few more times, the traitors basically don't have to attack Terra.

Abaddon's expression also became extremely ugly.

Alak next to him was also shocked. Even if he served the evil god, he had never seen such a ruthless cannon.

"What should we do?" Alak asked in a low voice, his tone disturbed.

If the satellite-level fortress had a few more shots, I'm afraid the rebellion would be over.

At that time, all the traitorous Primarchs will be judged by the Emperor in front of the palace.

If you become a demon, you must be captured from the subspace, and no one can escape.

It is estimated that the gods will not be able to escape by then.

"The one who controls the weapons is still a human being, and he cannot win in the frontal battlefield, and can only win in close combat. Prepare your witchcraft, and throw all our soldiers and fighters into the opponent's fortress, that's the only way , to be victorious.”

Abaddon said.

Now they can only use the power of subspace to directly deliver soldiers, otherwise they will not be able to fight this battle.