Holding the terrifying gap in his chest with one hand, Abaddon staggered to his feet with the help of the guards around him. The black sword was still in his body, but he couldn't pull it out at this time. Abaddon glanced up at Fu Qinghai, and he saw a condensed murderous aura from the black-armored warrior who was rushing over. Abaddon heard what Cayan had said to him, even though it came from the mouth of the guard.

"I can't die, my great cause is not yet done."

Abaddon whispered to himself:

"I must not die here!"

Abaddon gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"Activate the teleport, Kayan!"

The Vengeful Spirit was attacked by the Parasitic Legion from behind, but it was still a Glorious Queen-class battleship, with its hull structure still intact and the teleportation deck still functioning. As soon as Cayan's command was heard by Cayan, the teleportation device on the teleportation deck was activated, and with a flash of white light, Abaddon, along with the surrounding Terminator convoys, and Sigismund's corpse, disappeared into the bridge.

"Squeak!"

Fu Qinghai pounced.

The tip of the claw slammed into the empty deck. The air around them was filled with nothing but the spicy and bitter aether that characterized the teleportation, and the shimmering dust that had vanished, and the Abaddon and the others had vanished.

Fu Qinghai climbed up from the ground.

Look out of the porthole with a wide view of the bridge.

Dense warships of all sizes filled deep space, still struggling to strangle each other, and the so-called "close-range space naval battle" is a space naval battle within visual range. Although the High Marshal of the Black Templar is dead, the Space Marines of the Black Templar have not given up their resistance and are still fighting—including the remaining crew of the supership at their feet, and the Eternal Crusade is still galloping on the battlefield.

Fu Qinghai saw the spirit of revenge.

That exaggerated and eye-catching giant battleship.

is rampage through a cluster of warships.

"Want to run? Did Lao Tzu agree? ”

Fu Qinghai turned around and walked down directly.

Run briskly all the way to the torpedo deck.

……

The Black Legion's chances of regaining a strong and unified stance against the Empire have been shattered, and Daravik's Old Six have forced them to abandon all their ambitions.

At this most critical time.

Cayan was under great pressure and determination.

An order was given to the entire fleet of the Black Legion:

Retreat, retreat outwards in desperation.

To say that the Black Legion was "retreating in an orderly manner" under the attack of the Parasitic Legion and the Black Templar would be completely undescribeable the extent of the chaos. What the Black Legion is doing now is not strictly called retreat, but flight.

The whole fleet was torn apart in all directions, and under the pressure of survival, what "revenge" and "punishment" were left behind. It may not be their proudest moment, but it is definitely the most tactically minded one at the moment. The Black Legion had no choice but to break up in disorder.

Like a swarm of timid cockroaches, the Black Legion scattered and fled before the enemy parasitic legion had just released a little sound and light. They abandoned the few remaining ships of the Black Templar and left them to face a brand new fleet.

At the same time, they also broke away from Daravik's cluster of warships, like quicksand passing through the gaps between their fingers. The Parasitic Legion wanted to confront the Black Legion, but the Dark Legion did not get what they wanted, and the fleet was broken into pieces and scattered in hundreds of directions. In just a few dozen minutes, a well-organized and synchronized fleet ceased to exist.

The swarm of insects has left the Black Legion torn apart and weakened, and each ship will be left isolated on the territory of the Empire. Cayan knew this, but he had no choice, it was better to flee than to be wiped out.

An Apocalypse-class battleship of the Black Legion with a group of cruisers and frigates carved a breach in the Black Sanctular's blockade, through which many ships were freed, and the same situation continued.

One by one, the battleships broke away from the line of attack, rolled and turned to maneuver. Their subspace engines had been activated, and they didn't care about the minimum safe distance between them, tearing a vortex directly into the real universe and leaping into the immaterial realm, a position so close to the Eye of Fear that the subspace situation was very unstable. Although these warships escaped the death in front of them, they also plunged headlong into more vicious dangers.

The Black Templar fleet, which had suffered heavy losses in combat power, also began to retreat. Their retreat was orderly, and they drove at high speed to Mandeville Point in a nearby galaxy, and then safely entered subspace. Cayan watched them retreat and felt a sudden heartache - the Black Templar would travel through the Empire, spreading warnings along the way that the traitors had returned, and that the Black Legion had once had the advantage of raiding had been brutally snatched from its hands.

"The unsheathed long sword has been detached." The mechsoul Anamenisis reported the number of the ships that had broken away from the battleship one after another, and his tone was full of a sense of victory, "The Sentry has detached, the Zeta has detached, and the Determinator and Sigma have detached. ”

This disengagement has not come without a cost.

Cayan witnessed the entire process of a cruiser entering a crack in subspace: tentacles of dancing lightning stretched out from the wounds of reality, gripped the battleship tightly, and sucked it into the bloody maws of the immaterial realm.

A black Templar ship was within range of the subspace vortex, so it spun and rolled while dragging the flames, and was dragged into the crack in the subspace right behind the cruiser, and the navigation array and Geller force field failed to activate in time. Combined, there were tens of thousands of crew members on these two ships, but unrealistic forces swept through the cabins like a flood, devouring all the crews alive, whether they were friends or foes.

Many other ships were intercepted by the concentrated fire of the Black Templar fleet, and the blown iron and split hulls dragged the flames into the chasms with the death pain inflicted by the Dark Templar ships, only one step away from escaping. More than one battleship suffered the same tragic misfortune.

Face the scattered and fleeing strategy of the Black Army.

The parasitic corps also came up with corresponding countermeasures.

Small boats are easy to run, big boats are hard to escape!

Daravik's flagship was the battleship Overlord from the Death Guard Legion, which was at the forefront, completely ignoring the landing ships and transports dragged behind by the Black Legion, biting the badly damaged Vengeful Spirit, and constantly catapulting fighter-bombers to entangle enemy ships.

Even if the other warships of the Black Legion can escape, as long as the Spirit of Vengeance falls, as long as the core backbone of the Black Legion on the Spirit of Vengeance is all killed, the Black Legion will be a plate of scattered sand and will not be a climate at all. Daravik, the wizard of Nurgle Chaos, may be obsessed and ugly on the outside, but he is not stupid.

"The Eternal Crusade is here, too!"

Inamenis, the mech, screamed.

The battleship Overlord of the Parasitic Legion bit the soul of revenge on the left, and the tattered Eternal Expedition also forcibly squeezed through the cover of many warships from the right side, and the two battleships, one large and one small, formed two breads, and the soul of revenge was immediately attacked by the enemy left and right.

However, Vengeful Spirit is no ordinary battleship, not even an ordinary Glory Queen-class battleship, this battleship cannot be described as common sense, and simply retelling its actions is contrary to reason and physical common sense. It's hard to imagine if you don't see it with your own eyes.

As early as the Horus Rebellion, various reports describe the Spirit of Vengeance as a flagship capable of maneuvering with greater agility than possible, using unnatural weapons of unknown origin to pour fire. The Eye of Fear's alteration of the Vengeful Spirit is not limited to the battlements on the spine of the ship and the desecrated decorations in the core—those entrenched in the Eye of Fear infuse madness and murder into the ship's steel bones.

The vengeful spirits and the Eternal Expedition passed by, so close that even the Void Shields on both sides squeezed and rubbed against each other in a sharp whistling. The crew in Vengeful Spirit did not suffer too many casualties, and they were still shouting noisily to report various conditions and data:

Reports of shield output data echoed across the bridge; A group of fighter escorts took off from Gnacuri, the fighter pilots' calls filled the entire communication channel, and the weapons supervisors on the artillery deck gave various orders to their intercoms in a hoarse voice. The Eternal Crusade's shield-lit spine fortress filled the entire picture of the camera.

Three ships, one large and one small, are driving side by side, and the Spirit of Vengeance will always be the fastest and most advanced battleship, and it is estimated that it will take a minute or more to complete a turn of the Eternal Expedition. The Vengeful Spirit didn't fall for a second, and with all its strength it raised its head at full speed to twist the bow in its direction, and slammed into the battleship Overlord next to it with its hull.

The law of inertia did not allow such a large warship to perform such agile maneuvers at such high speeds, but in less than three breaths, the entire tactical maneuver was complete. The battleship Overlord was knocked out crookedly, like a minke whale that was knocked over by a sperm whale, the shield light film instantly shattered and dissipated, and a large piece of the side of the hull was dented.

However, this battleship, which once belonged to the Death Guard Legion, was very tenacious and tenacious, and while being knocked out of the way, it actually twisted an angle along the inertia and fired several torpedoes at the Vengeful Spirit. At such a close distance, the torpedoes were almost unavoidable, and they stuck like thin needles into the vengeful spirit, but they did not explode.

It's all a hopping torpedo!

There is no doubt that no Chaos warlord can resist the temptation of the great warship of Vengeful Spirits.

"Analysis of the damaged parts of the hull ......"

The mechsoul Anamenisis spoke:

"The coordinates of the invading forces have been marked."

"Where's Ezekell?"

Cayan asked loudly, turning his head.

"The Jumping Gang was all recovered seven minutes ago, Lord Abaddon...... Currently being treated on the medical deck, the Lightless Blade Guards should be there as well. ”

The mechsoul Aena Menesis replied in a deep voice.

"Kayan, look!"

Next to her, Molana, suddenly spoke:

"Daravik, his fleet, is disintegrating!"

Cayan turned his head to look at the screen, and suddenly saw that the parasitic legions were scattering one warship after another, one warband after another. Many of the warring leaders of the Parasitic Legion have returned to the real universe, and their concerns go far beyond the feud between Daravik and Ezekell. Having keenly experienced what it is like to be free, they now take their destiny into their own hands.

The Parasitic Legion has abandoned Daravik!

The warships that made up the fleet of the Parasitic Legion scattered in all directions, completely ignoring the order of the Lord of the Parasite Army to surround the Vengeful Spirit, and began to frantically attack and plunder the logistics fleet of the Black Legion, and they saw the transports and landing ships loaded with ammunition, energy, supplies, and mortal slaves, and they were almost unable to move. Once the little abacus in my heart sounds, I don't care about the lord of the army at all.

"Haha, okay!"

Cayan immediately ordered with a wicked smile:

"Don't attack any ships that turn their backs on Daravik, Ainamenesis, you take command of the fleet, and I'll deal with the jumping forces. Lord of the Sending Army, my feud with him must be settled today, and I will make them feel at home! ”

Cayan walked away with his Scourge chick and Demon Lynx Nagua, when there was another slight jolt from the hull, only this time from the other side.

"The port side was also torpedoed!"

Machine Soul Anamenisis says:

"The damaged area has been marked."

……

"Boom-"

The jumper torpedo was plunged into the hull of the battleship.

After the hot-melt warhead burned through the outermost layer of adamantite armor, the torpedo was stuck in the middle of two dark unmanned passages, and the torpedo was wrapped in twisted but not yet completely broken columns and bridges. A screeching scraping sound sounded in the dark hallway, the metal was torn apart by the metal, and a pair of sharp claws tore open the colonnaded bridge that stood in the way.

A black-armored warrior emerges from it.

A rich red glow erupted from the eyepiece.

"There's something weird in this big ship, Aoyama!"

Just stepped onto the deck of the Vengeful Spirit.

Freddy in the Warframe immediately spoke.

"I smell it, the smell of demons."

Valak giggled:

"Let's get started, can't wait."

"There are demons in this ship, many, many of them."

Pa Zuzu also reminded in his ear:

"It's an enchanted battleship, Aoyama."

"Isn't that what I want?"

Fu Qinghai looked around and said coldly.

The fingerclaws in his hands closed and then opened.

It makes a cold, hard and crisp metal crashing sound.

…………

(End of chapter)