As soon as I entered the space where there was nowhere to focus, the demon waved its tentacles in vain but could not move freely, and since Fang Cai's attack did not have much effect, I also paused.

Now that I am in the depths and boundlessness of space, I feel a great sense of loneliness, more unsettling than ever to go behind enemy lines alone, because all the battles have been fought on the ground, and it is a luxury to be able to step on solid ground compared to the current situation. Thankfully, the Flare of the Mackenna was suspended not far above my head, and although there were no lights or fireworks flickering, the massive, cold, black steel creature made me feel that I wasn't far from a human being, so I turned myself upside down, allowing the ship to move below me, giving me the illusion that it was floating above the earth.

It's dimly lit, and it looks like the edge of a planetary system, and the brightest stars in the field of vision are not as bright as the moons in some of the world. The demon that was only a few dozen meters away from me was only a vague outline with the naked eye, and I couldn't see the details clearly. Not far behind the Beacon of Makenna - of course, this is actually hundreds or even thousands of kilometers, but the distance in space without any reference is greatly affected - the Silent Blade's Hall of Silence Fortress, the Space Wolf's Frost Fang attack cruiser, and Add's heresy redemption are all there, as well as two smaller ships - enemy warships that have arrived at some unknown point. Maybe it was these new enemies that interfered with Fang Cai's shelling, otherwise they might have directly blown the demon away.

There's an exchange of fire going on over there.

I'm not worried about the situation over there. One of the enemy's warships was much smaller than the Luna, only one-third of its length, and almost one-thirtieth of its tonnage in proportion, which seemed to be a frigate. The other, though slightly larger, was not even a regular warship, but a civilian transport ship equipped with a little weaponry. Speaking of which, I'm more familiar with that kind of transport, because our Imperial Defense Force is not so lucky to be on a naval ship every voyage, and most of the time we still temporarily requisition some civilian ships, like the kind that seems to be just a large cargo compartment and put together three or five propulsions to be called a cargo ship. This is one of the reasons why I feel so flattered when I fly on a regular large transport ship like the Melved Picker.

If you dare to attack us with such a weak force, does it mean that this place is very close to the enemy's lair, forcing Chaos to desperately resist?

However, considering that Sylvia and I had used a small plane like Thunderbolt to severely damage a battleship no bigger than the Chimera, I could only silently pray to the Emperor that there would be no mad captain like Sylvia on the enemy's side, and a genius psionic like me.

I don't have the ability to interfere in the battle over there, and the most important task at this time is the demon in front of me. It's not an opponent I'm familiar with, after all......

Any enemy I've ever encountered, even a massive, sturdy steel creature as big as a Thunderhawk gunboat would have been reduced to pieces under the frantic onslaught of the previous round. But the rotten flesh in front of me didn't seem to have changed much-well, it was bigger than just now, and the tentacles were longer and thicker, but it became more powerful.

The more durable rotten enemies, such as the Demon Dreador of Xinliezhi and the Plague Warrior of Nurgle, are all enemies that give people an unusually headache and are disgusting. The Dreads were cut into small pieces and survived one by one, and the Plague Warriors treated ordinary bullets and lasers as if they were nothing, but the Dreads were not infinitely indivisible, and the Plague Warriors were limited in what they could withstand - I once thrashed a certain Nurgle Plague Lord and his incarnate motorcycle into a pile of scum that even Nurgle would never recognize with just two smashes of the turret of half a tank turret weighing less than twenty tons.

Is there something wrong with my tactics? Fighting through the severe headache caused by overcasting, I began to reflect on my mistakes.

Unless the situation is desperate and the battle is forced to fight to the death, the standard tactics of the Defence Force rarely show such a frantic and unsparing attack. We were accustomed to scrubbing the ground with artillery fire, and then the infantry steadily advanced to occupy it, and it was even better to be able to use tanks to go up and run over a few times in between. We also like to build impregnable steel defenses, hedgehog-like forests of guns and turtle-like fortifications, and wait for the enemy to foolishly crash into them and die. If it's a difficult squad or even a solo mission, we at least have camouflage like optical camouflage for us to use stealth and infiltration tactics. In short, we are mortals, and we must try to avoid hard fighting. Standing tall like a true warrior in the midst of artillery fire, alone against an enemy dozens of times larger than oneself, is the superhuman job of the Space Marines.

Even if we really have to fight a giant beast in the body of a mortal, we should go out of the enemy's range, let it bleed little by little, weaken it, provoke it, and expose its weaknesses. These are the things I was already familiar with in my hunting career before I left my homeland to participate in the endless holy war.

I don't know if our tactics are necessarily effective against demons, because many demons are the embodiment of insidious cunning, and they are more calculating than we are. But since Velheim says this - it seems to be called the Egg of Chaos? - This demon doesn't have a mind, so it should be fine to treat it as a beast.

I started to use my family reserves. Laser rifles appeared at my side, hovering around me, and soon hundreds of them were gathered. The most common and lowest-ranking of these Imperial Guards, and the weapons that are often not taken seriously, are precisely the cornerstone of Imperial force. The power of a single gun is insignificant, but when a hundred columns fire a salvo, even a fully stocked squad of Chaos Space Marines will have to stop and stay out of the way. I don't have more laser rifles in my collection, but that's all there is to it in good condition and with enough energy, and more, more than I can handle.

I adjusted them all to the maximum firing power. This would be an unusually slow rate of fire, but each shot would be enough to penetrate the power armor of the Chaos Space Marines.

Pure light firepower could only play a somewhat annoying role against the behemoth, and I took out four heavy explosive bolts and two automatic cannons. These individual heavy firepower is the main force of the next attack. With them here, my firepower is almost as good as that of a Thunderhawk gunboat—if you don't count the main gun on the back of the Thunderhawk.

As I deployed my armament, the demon had completely recovered from my first blow, and not only that, but it seemed to be more adapted to the environment of space, and it could be seen that the vacuum and cold temperature had not damaged it in the slightest. What's even more amazing is that it seems to have the ability to move without resorting to force, just like swimming in water.

I floated behind my firing position, carefully manipulating each weapon. These weapons were gifts from the Emperor to humanity, tools that allowed us to defend the Empire, and each one was stained with the blood and souls of countless soldiers. I must use them to their fullest strength, and any missed shot is a crime against the Empire.

I waited quietly for the other to attack, and the demon didn't keep me waiting long.

When it swung its tentacles to attack, my counterattack was the first to arrive. The first thing that lit up was the flash of the explosion of a heavy shell.

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