Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

I don’t know where the attack is coming from, nor the form and size of the enemy. In the hazy mist of subspace, only the light spears are shining brightly. The engines of the Ridge Heavy Artillery Battleship are running at full speed, wandering in the void, using deadly arcs and light spears. Execute their ruthless super long range sniping.

But maybe it should be praised? Even as they fell into Chaos, the Word Bearers Legion still displayed a military prowess worthy of one of the original 20 Legions of Astartes. After being shot and killed by several alienated destroyers that had undergone heretical transformation, the remaining Chaos ships did not scurry around like headless flies. Instead, they quickly regrouped under the command of the flagship battleship "Dark Choir".

The Word Bearers who reacted quickly summarized some characteristics of this attack while constantly moving around: for example, the enemy's naval guns had an unusually long range, and the thick and long light spears could even hit Ereba. Si's face was confused, but the ship-borne auspicious array still couldn't find the signal of the initiator of the attack; for another example, neither the light spear nor the electric arc was very accurate. The launch depended on fate, and the hit was entirely dependent on blindness.

"Has the Human Empire unearthed some kind of ancient relic from the ruins of a certain planet that can perform ultra-long-distance sniping missions?"

On the Dark Choir, Erebus, the Chapter Chaplain of the Word Bearers, habitually attributed the reason why he could not detect the attackers to the Empire again:

"Based on the frequency of shooting, the number of such weapons should not exceed 3, and they are far away from us. But they are extremely powerful. If the Firestorm-class frigate is hit, the hull cannot withstand even a single blow, and it will crash directly. ...Such a powerful relic is actually controlled by stupid people who were deceived by the false emperor. It is simply a waste of nature."

Inevitably, Erebus came up with the idea of ​​seizing the "ancient relic" that was firing concentrated arcs at him from the attackers. However, not long after the idea came to him, a bizarre space fluctuation disrupted his thoughts. Thoughts.

It is not a subspace fluctuation, but a simple physical distortion. From the flagship Dark Choir to the Styx-class heavy cruiser, every normally functioning sensor has clearly detected the incredible curvature distortion.

More direct than electrons and faster than photons, a huge "cavitation bubble" appeared in the open space vacated when the Word Bearers fleet spread out to avoid arc snipers.

The unexplainable abnormal physical readings returned to normal in less than 1 millisecond, and then the cogitator array on the Dark Choir detected thousands of strange battleship signals.

Without any time to react or even a moment to think, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet jumped into the center of the Word Bearers' formation. Countless torpedoes, macro cannons, and light spear arrays were all launched simultaneously at this moment, and the overwhelming firepower spread out in all directions, like a beautiful flower blooming in the darkness.

"We are confused! The peripheral light arc sniper attack is just a cover, their real tactics are-"

——Face jumping attack.

In the end, Erebus was still unable to finish his words. The hull beneath his feet suddenly shook violently. The giant ship inhabited by hundreds of thousands of Chaos believers almost rolled over in the space. He relied on the magnetic boots that clung to the deck. That's why he didn't fall down in embarrassment.

The main battleships of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet used their ferocious firepower to attack all targets without friendly signs indiscriminately. Even the passing comets were shattered by macro cannons, and the armor of the heavily armored cruisers was shattered by overloaded void shields. The engine was paralyzed and turned into a piece of scrap metal in space.

But somehow, the Dark Choir aboard Erebus seemed to receive extra care.

In the chaos, the Dark Choir's meditator array captured a particularly eye-catching signal in the red alert that filled the screen - it was impossible not to notice it, she was too eye-catching.

It was a huge silver-white battleship. The gorgeous fine gold horns at the bow and stern were carved with magnificent wings. The soft body looked like a restrained lady, but the nova cannon arrays on both sides of the ship were extremely flamboyant. Spewing out terrifying firepower, it shows off its power.

The Malicious Woman used her nova cannon array on the side to continuously destroy the damaged hull of the Dark Choir, which was riddled with holes, leaving no respite for the Word Bearers on board.

In such a fierce offensive, Erebas recognized the reality.

As early as 10,000 years ago during the Great Crusade, Erebus was the first Legion Chaplain of the Word Bearers Legion. He once commanded the Word Bearers' Glory Queen "Law of Faith" and also boarded the ship. Abyss-class battleship given to the Word Bearers by Russ.

However, even in Erebus's long life, which spanned tens of thousands of years, he had never seen such a magnificent ship as before. The 6th Expeditionary Fleet used a wave of jumping faces to disperse the Word Bearers' formation. , the approaching Valkyrie used her devastating firepower to crush all the fighting will of the enemy in front of her.

"...can we reconcile?"

For a moment, Erebus actually had such a ridiculous idea, but the thought of surrender was quickly dispelled by the artillery fire that kept flickering in front of him like fireflies. Just as Erebus himself hated the pseudo-imperialist regime, the other party also hated it. There will be no compromise with Chaos fans.

Then the only options left are——

"escape--"

At the moment of life and death, he could no longer care about the eternal subspace storms and deadly etheric turbulence in the maelstrom, nor could he care about the other ships around him. Amidst the groans and cries of countless Chaos believers, the fragments of the ship's hull were scattered wantonly. .

A crack filled with endless weird colors suddenly opened, and the Dark Choir started its subspace engine.

"The Word Bearers are tearing the curtain apart and escaping urgently. Do you want to pursue them?"

"We have achieved the planned results. There is no need to jump into the subspace with these madmen. That would outweigh the gains and losses - the Chaos Evil God is still staring at us."

"……learn."

After a brief discussion, the Malicious Woman stopped its pressing offensive and began to retreat away from the subspace rift forcibly torn open by the Dark Choir. While retreating, it did not forget to continuously fire artillery to see off the Word Bearers. .

"Don't be obsessed with fighting! The space rift opened by the Word Bearers is about to get out of control! All ships gather and prepare to evacuate!"

A distant whisper that seemed to come from eternity suddenly sounded in the silent deep space. The rushing subspace turbulence rushed out like a flood that broke a bank, tearing the twisted crack wider and wider.

The originally chaotic tide of chaos seemed to have come to life from this moment on, like tentacles extending in the starry sky, or like pythons tying their prey with their bodies, dragging the Word Bearers ship whose engine was paralyzed into the soul. ocean.

The tentacles of chaos are still extending, and the ferocious cracks are still expanding. Perhaps even Erebus himself has not thought that activating the subspace engine at this moment would have such disastrous consequences.

"The warp drive will start in 2 minutes. All ships will assemble around the Malicious Woman immediately!"

Plumelia repeated the order to assemble in the communication channel, watching the subspace turbulence raging in the distance, and more and more ships around Valkyrie. The ships that successfully returned to the team were lucky, but not All ships are so lucky.

"The battleship 'The Jealous Lady' cannot return to the team. She has gone too far in the previous guerrilla harassment. The expanding subspace rift has completely separated us from her..."

"Don't worry about her. The Jealous Lady is equipped with an independent jump engine. She can escape on her own - when the time comes, start the warp voyage." Plumelia said in a deep voice.

With her order successfully issued, in the core cabin of the Malicious Woman, a truth monk who had been waiting for a long time opened the quartz test tube in his hand and poured the high-concentration glucose solution into the ferocious mouthparts of the brainworm in front of him. middle.

Overclocked bioelectricity burst out from the brainstem, and the powerful energy distorted the spatial curvature of the material universe. A huge cavitation bubble expanded in an instant, enveloping the entire expedition fleet and disappearing without a trace.

The next moment, the tentacles of chaos flew into the air.