Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

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A deathly silence spread on the command deck of the battleship. For most people, this kind of destruction happening before their eyes was a scene they had never seen in their entire lives.

On the seats on the communication deck, the officers who were in contact with the two warships just now were even more lost. Just a few minutes ago, through their headphones and screens, they could hear and see the vivid images on the other side.

But now, against the burning space cemetery in the porthole, there is a dim screen and a busy sound in the earphones...

War will eventually kill people, this is more or less the consensus that everyone has before going to the battlefield.

But when death comes so suddenly and happens right in front of our eyes, people realize belatedly that the so-called psychological preparation is so false in the face of instinct.

But war never ends based on personal wishes. Just like the malice toward humans in this ancient universe, it never needs a reason and never bothers to cover it up.

warn! A millisecond-level energy response was observed and identified as a large kinetic energy weapon!

The first wave energy attack is about to arrive, with a countdown of 1 minute and 30 seconds...

warn! Large metal object collision warning!

The ship body is in the gravitational trajectory of the object and can intercept the lowest speed and cannot trigger the void shield!

The automatic circumvention protocol has been activated! Waiting for confirmation!

The fleet's communication never stops, and a series of new messages due to losses are gathering in the direction of the flagship in their own ways.

Calvin could see with his naked eyes that black venous blood was gurgling from Vasilev's nostrils.

And his life force field, which was almost transparent in the eyes of the original body, was also fading visibly to the naked eye under the impact of this huge information.

He can't carry it much longer... He doesn't even know if he can hold on until the end of this war.

Calvin secretly judged in his heart, and then turned his scrutiny to his theoretical successor, Hobbes.

Is he up to it?

In other words, even if he can, can Hobbes, who has not undergone specialized transformation surgery, really seamlessly take over the situation left by Vasilev and continue to maintain the fleet at the current command level?

"Evasion is allowed, the formation of each unit of the fleet remains unchanged, and the positions are adjusted on their own!

The affiliated fleet intervenes in the communication channel and is ready to start salvage and rescue operations! "

Vasilev's order interrupted Calvin's thinking, and the former's still calm voice almost made Calvin forget the scene just now.

The servo is still working in an orderly manner, just like the soul in its body, it can never feel hot, cold, or fear.

Their perception of the physical universe is only the readings displayed on the instrument, and they cannot experience the feeling of real life with their own perception.

The radio continues.

When the urgent matters listed as the highest priority notification were finally marked with corresponding measures, the handling matters of the two battleships that died at the beginning of the war were also put on the front of the commanders' eyes together with the unknown weapon. schedule.

warn! Database match failed...

warn! An unknown type of warship is generating signature marks!

warn! Unknown model weapon! The servo automatically matches the timing system and begins to correct the unit fire cooling time...

"Allow marking, authority is delegated to all participating units!"

Vasilev confirmed to the servo, and enemy strikes continued to come.

"Warning! A large-scale physical weapon strike trajectory was found, and it was determined to be a self-guided physical ammunition!

The near defense interception system is starting! The system preheating countdown begins in 1 minute..."

A series of servo sirens instantly woke up the soldiers in the command hall. They had no time to regret the fallen battleships because the war was still going on.

"The void shield generator is ready, and the backup energy reserve unit is ready!"

"The ground floor maintenance agreement has been authorized! The damage control repair team is in place!"

"The auspicious interference array is starting up! The coordinates of the regional signal shielding field are being calculated!"

"The energy circuit is charged in place! The Nova Cannon is charged!"

"Counterattack! I order! Counterattack!" Vasilev ordered loudly. This was the message he was waiting for.

When the enemy's blow has been resisted, the time to counterattack has arrived!

In fact, although war in space is far more complicated than that in the atmosphere, just like the emergence of "Energy Mobility Theory", the essence of air combat within visual range is extracted from complex technology and presented to the world;

Although the war in space is a hundred or ten thousand times more complicated than the former, its essence is still the ejection of energy and the ejection efficiency between objects driven by energy.

The energy of a plasma engine can be unlimited, but its absolute energy per unit time is still limited after all.

How to make good use of this power and use as little energy as possible in exchange for more energy from the enemy is the essence of war between fleets.

And this essence includes but is not limited to energy beams, physical warheads, long-range bombing by space fighters, and even the last and most brutal space gang battle.

Energy theory based on plasma engine power, armor balance theory based on void shield and metal manufacturing process improvement;

From the space shooting in the future world as seen in Calvin's previous life, to the barbaric close-in fighting like the ancient Viking pirates.

All of this has only one purpose, which is to bring destruction to the enemy on the opposite side. It is based on this background that the two huge space fleets have launched a full-scale life-and-death contest after entering the field of vision of the auspicious instrument.

Is this novel? Is this old?

Is this reasonable? Is this absurd?

But whether it is novel or old, they only serve a simple purpose;

Whether it is reasonable or absurd, as long as it meets the needs and can destroy the other party, it is the best choice.

This is the space war in the era of the empire. This is the intuitive impact that Calvin experienced when he really stepped into the large-scale decisive battle at the fleet level.

This is also a special feeling that he can never replace despite having countless "Calvin" memories!

Naval battle...

Calvin can understand the sons of Dorne a little. They are indeed suitable for this kind of war and suitable to serve as the commander of the imperial navy.

After all, when the magnificent war really happened, there were only cold calculations and long waits; and this kind of war, which has almost nothing to do with passion except for a few boarding battles, can only be devoted to the sons of Dorne for a long time without a trace of slackness. In Calvin's mind, the figure of the khaki-clad iron cavalry terminator is becoming clearer and clearer. Looking at the resolute face that is exactly the same as all the Imperial Fists, Calvin just sighed faintly and opened his arms to the other party. "Have you decided?" That Calvin was not moved by his behavior, but still looked at him calmly. "Of course." Calvin said, although the memory of several war groups headed by the Imperial Fists has always been something he did not appreciate and resisted. "You must know that there is no regret in making a move. My joining will permanently affect your character." Calvin still reminded. "But it is necessary." Calvin did not hide his intentions, or in other words, facing another self, he could not hide it. "Very good." The Iron Knight Calvin nodded, and a slight arc finally appeared on his granite-like facial lines.

He raised his foot and walked towards the embrace of the Primarch, like a passerby passing by, and at the moment when the two giants overlapped, Calvin still obtained a strange information from the huge memory.

"Davos Cognitive Bias Assessment Table?" Calvin subconsciously touched his chin, and finally realized the cold humor of the sons of Dorne.

"Ah... are you worried that I am mentally ill?"

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