Since you want to fight, you don't have to worry about anything else.

So Hades confirmed the call for help again, and the good news was that Medusa, the home planet of the Iron Hand, was northwest of the Eye of Fear, and not far from Medusa was Caliban, the home planet of the Dark Angel.

The bad news is that Hades' fleet is on the southeast side of the Eye of Fear, just a full distance from Medusa and Caliban.

At Hades' strong suggestion, Fernus sent a small team to the two planets to ask for help and troops.

A backhand is necessary and necessary, and Hades is sure of that.

As for whether the back hand can arrive in time...... Hades thought that this was to do his best and obey the destiny of heaven, although the current destiny was most likely subspace chaos.

Hades paused, recalling the message that the Emperor had told him on Prospero's tracks.

If the legions of the Whisperers and the Iron Warriors are still largely in line with the iterative law, then the total number of ships of the two legions should be slightly less than twice that of the Iron Hand, and with the ships of the Silent Retreat, that number can reach about 1.6.

Among them, the ships of the Iron Warriors are biased towards heavy armor, and the price of high defense is a decrease in mobility, and the current Wai Men have not yet accepted the ship replenishment from the War Commander, so the number of ships of the Wai Men is on the low side.

Hades pondered, pondering the message from Thor - no, they didn't have to face the enemy's full force, at least not in the early stages.

The Iron Hand isn't all disadvantaged, as almost every ship in the Iron Hand is crammed into a factory or laboratory-like building, which often gives them more firepower than they can be.

Among them, influenced by the preference of the Lord of Medusa, the composition of the battleships of the Iron Hand is dominated by battleships and medium and large armored cruisers.

The Silent Order, on the other hand, is dominated by battleships and medium light cruisers, usually given special missions, and the Silent Order, which appears as an aid to the rest of the large legions, is well aware of their position, so each ship has modified its engines and concealment systems, and is equipped with anti-psionic defense fields.

Hades' ships are better suited to raids, or in other words, sneak attacks.

Hades stared at the Whisperer who was leading the way in the distance on the Bird Servant, his left eye flashing red, countless data poured in, and the fleets of the Silent Order and the Iron Hand changed their ranks, and soon, the entire fleet closed into a wedge.

The fleet of the Iron Hands was still in the light, and in order to cover the Silent Retreat scattered in the shadows, Hadist ordered the Iron Hands to turn on the signal and light interference.

[It's coming.] 】

Fenus Manus said softly,

It was like walking into a deep jungle, the twisted branches of steel jutting out luxuriantly into view, the distant stars casting a blur of light and shadow on their heavy dark gray hulls, and through the distant void, Hades clearly saw the silver-white symmetry symbols, like helmets and skeletons—they were steel warriors.

The owner of this field had arrived, and the team of Whisperers leading the way in front of the Iron Hand immediately sank the ship below, obediently waiting for the Iron Hand's attention to divert attention.

"Leave them alone."

Hades said abruptly.

Ferus stared at the Bird Servant, he nodded, and continued to command the fleet to move on, and the team of Whisperers who had finally been spared by the original body immediately pulled up their engines and decided to leave the place after a brief polite notice to the Lord of Medusa.

Hades whispered a few words, he shook his head, the Bearer Solco was still in their hands, and the back of this team was really decisive.

That's a good thing.

Hades thought, tensing his nerves as he waited for the Iron Warriors' ships to enter, and the fleet continued to move cautiously, the flanking ships at the very edge had already transmitted back a vague map of the defensive formations on the distant planet.

Step by step, they walked into the star field of the Iron Warriors, these dark gray big guys poured in from all directions, in the brilliant nebula, between the long belt of rubble, the shadows on the back of the planet, always keeping a cautious distance from the Iron Hands.

It's like polite detachment, but it's also like ...... Hades blinked, and the wolves were far behind their prey.

[They sent a brief notice of the meeting.] 】

Fenus spoke,

[I asked them to give the Iron Hand an accurate map of this star field, but it was prevaricated. 】

Hades' voice rang out,

"They want us to get better as we go in, and the deeper we go, the thicker the encirclement, the harder it will be for us to retreat, and at the same time, if the eye of fear is opened, the impact will be stronger."

"But they don't want us to go too deep,"

The voice paused for a moment,

"The deeper we go, the more dangerous it becomes for them, and they don't know when we're going to rush into their precious obelisk corridor."

"It's a game,"

Hades stared at the Bird Servant, the red dots flashing on it, each representing a ship of Iron Warriors,

"It depends on how greedy Peturabo is."

Fenus frowned,

They know what we are here for, and we know theirs. 】

"Yes," Hades said, "a delicate balance, if Perturabo doesn't know what we're trying to do, he'll choose to try to woo you over instead of lingering all the way around the edge of the fleet's maximum range, which has been marked by the Iron Hand since the beginning." ”

Hades was silent, but it wasn't clear if Perturabo knew that the Ashram was also here. He leaned to Perturabo to know this, and if he was dragged into the water by Chaos, then he would have known that Hades was here.

But the biggest problem isn't here, the real problem is that Hades and his party don't know exactly how far the Eye of Fear has been expanded, and when it will erupt?

This is the trickiest problem, and for Hades, the solution is naturally to reach the anchor as soon as possible.

He can command the fleet to rush into the local battle like a cavalry, trying to disrupt the core as quickly as possible, but if the first raid fails, then they will face the dilemma of being surrounded and having nowhere to retreat.

At the same time, it is unclear what the Iron Hand intends to do, and for Perturabo, it seems that the Iron Hand still has two options: to destroy the long line and to raid the anchor - although both sides know that the first option is doomed to be in vain.

But Peturabo can't be sure whether Hades is aware of this.

Hades's fingertips tapped lightly on the command table, the data map given to him by Thor the Bearer was glowing with a glowing blue light, and the Eye of Fear was staring at him like a whirlpool, and an abrupt crack entered the white eyeball from the southeast, and in the deepest part of the rift, Cadia was floating silently, the Gate of Cadia, the most stable route to the Eye of Fear.

And now, their fleet is moving along this rift.

Hades pondered, measuring each planet in the fleet's current path with a scrutinizing gaze, and the Iron Warriors' infrastructure clearly marked the possible planets of the Blackstone Obelisk.

The good news is that the Iron Warriors are scattered into long lines because of the need to garrison planets with Blackstone Obelisks, and although the key star fields are heavily guarded, this still weakens the Iron Warriors' strength.

Eventually, Hades reached out and tapped at a field of stars, the Belize Coronation Field, the final gateway on the road to Cadia, and the area where several possible Blackstone Obelisks might exist, where the fleets of the Whisperers and the Iron Warriors were at odds with each other.

"Dispersed ......"

Hades read softly, and his voice reached Fernus's ears, and the Lord of Medusa paused for a moment,

[I don't think it's a good idea to disperse when there are more ships on the other side than we are,]

Fernus said,

[Active dispersion means being cut and then caught in an encirclement.] 】

Hades blinked.

"So what if their encirclement isn't strong?"

Fenus slowly raised his head,

[What do you mean?] 】

"Our opponent, Peturabo, also has very little time."

Hades said, his gaze shifting, and Fernus saw the gaze of the Underworld moving over the points of light that symbolized the legion of the Bearers.

It seems that the Bearer is not monolithic.

But...... There wasn't much time left for Hades either.

Hades spoke abruptly,

"Now let's arrange the fleet, and the two will be better pinned to the same ship."

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Angeltay was holding the scepter, his eyes closed in contemplation.

Luojia left them...... He was transferred and ordered to be stationed on Cadia, while the Whisperers' fleet was ordered to stay away from their original body, with at least a third of the legions remaining to accompany Luojia while the remaining legions were stationed on the fleet.

As Luojia admits to himself, the Whisperer's fleet is temporarily led by Perturabo and he needs to concentrate on studying the new doctrine in Cadia.

Although Perturabo's orders are usually concise and affirmative, this does not mean that the Bearer is able to execute them well, Luojia himself is not there, and most of the original management has been exiled, and the new management has chosen to follow Luojia to Cadia.

Therefore, the current Huai Yan can be called a chaotic situation, most of the company commanders choose to protect themselves, and the temporarily selected commanders are even more of a mess.

Including the Mothership of the Bearers, the Law of Faith, they were sent to the outermost star fields, as if they were deliberately separated from the Primordial Body, and if the previous warriors could still speak out under the leadership of the Primordial Luojia, the abrupt order now seemed more like a conspiracy with ill intentions.

Originally, it was the priests who maintained the morale of the Legion of Whisperers, but due to the frequent changes in doctrine and priesthood of the original body, these new priests were unable to convince most of the fighting brothers.

Although it still appears to be intact on the surface, the Bearer is basically in a semi-standstill state inside.

There wasn't much they had to do, and Perturabo's order to the Bearers was to stay in the middle and outer star fields and establish a defense system in the key systems.

Angeltay sighed lightly, and since that day, he has quickly left the Law of Faith, and traveled all the way to the Belize Crown District on the ship of the exiles, relying on the relationship between the Primordial Guard and the Rojia Scepter, Angeltay has contacted many of the Spokesmen stationed here, some of whom are very supportive of him.

But just as he was about to go one step further and leave, Perturabo's order came.

Just three hours ago, the Bearers received an urgent dispatch notice, and the fleets scattered across the various star fields began to assemble and assemble, the engines roared, and the crimson and golden ships were rearranged into a fortress, a line of defense, and the central giant ship was the Law of Faith, but all the Bearers knew that Luojia was not on their Glory Queen at the moment.

They were on the flanks, above the more important planet, the ships of the Iron Warriors were floating silently.

Among the ships that were urgently dispatched, naturally included the 34th Company, where Angeltai was living with the original intention of leaving, the original company commander of the 34th Company, Thor, was transferred, and after the company commander was transferred, the remaining companies were also transferred out of Kadia.

Angeltay leaned against the bulkhead, feeling the faint trembling of the ship, the starlight shining through the observation window, and he opened his eyes, squinting ahead.

A flash of mechanical cold light flashed as he saw the Iron Hand ship, the plasma engine behind it lit up with a flickering blue flame.

Angeltay frowned.

The next moment, a piercing scream exploded in the channel of his armor—

It's an electronic attack!

Angeltay jerked off his helmet, his pupils dilated, reflecting the ships moving at full speed in the distance, a bright yellow light shining from the front of the ship's gun array.

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It's an iron-to-iron war.

The void drowned out all the roars and sorrows, and the noise of the electronic waves had not yet subsided, and without any hesitation, the two steel behemoths bared their fangs at each other at the same time, full of torpedoes, cutting through the darkness, and at the end, bright flames swept across the air, rushing towards the other team's fleet.

The heavy Iron Rider trampled the trail of light in the Void, and the Iron Warriors charged straight at their foes, while the bow of the Iron Fist, the Queen of Glory, began to slowly deviate, exposing her left chord before the Iron Warriors.

Arrays of sidestring weapons stared at their foes, uneasy heat surging from the dark muzzles.

No, it's not the time yet, the distance between the two armies is still too far, and now is not the time to waste ammunition.

The first spark bloomed from the outside of Iron Warrior's fleet, the first torpedo to be exploded by the guns of the Cobra-class destroyers on the periphery of the megaship.

The next moment, on the periphery of the two armies, countless lights lit up, the silent explosion rain curtain bloomed, the bow of the cruiser swam out of the light curtain, and ate the explosion hard by colliding horns, and the small frigates were like schools of sardines beside the cruiser, and the explosion just now made their dragon's spine tremble slightly.

The smoke slowly fell, and the battleship's huge figure continued to move forward surrounded by small boats.

The torpedo barrage just now was nothing more than a flame of rage in place of a war cry for both sides.

The Iron Horse's Iron Horse turned around and slammed straight into the void in the Iron Warriors and Whisperers' fleets.

As if knowing the intentions of the other side, the second round of artillery fire of the Iron Warriors sounded, far more dense than the previous dense torpedoes fired towards the Iron Hand, and there were many special models in the dense barrage.

At the same time, the entire fleet of Iron Warriors rushed towards the Iron Hand, and the sea of radio waves boiled and roared orders.

The Whisperer fleet, which had just witnessed the first confrontation between the two armies, seemed to have just woken up from a dream, the array changed, the muzzles rotated, and the overseers yelled and ordered the crew to load ammunition.

"Ready, the second wave of torpedoes is about to arrive."

Hades' voice sounded like an inorganic mechanical life, and the channel stabbed noisily, and Hades stared at the bird servant with a blank face, and his left eye lit up red.

"Zero zero three, zero zero two—"

Hades counted down, reminding each captain to prepare to engage the enemy, and unlike the first attempt, the second torpedo barrage had an absolute purpose, vowing to slow down the Iron Hand, and the data after the first encounter was enough for the Iron Warriors to calculate a better trajectory for the next attack.

But Peturabo is not the only one who knows how to calculate.

Hades and Fernus are both good at calculations, the data in the mothership roars like a torrent, every move on the macro battlefield is marked with the past and the future, flashes of light erupt, and a waterfall of thousands of lights hangs down from the iron ash walls, illuminating the emblem of the Iron Hand in the explosion thicket.

Explosion after explosion, fish scattered and closed again, and the giant ship broke through the blast wave without fear, and in the brilliant hazy light and mist, a strange black scale swayed, and once again disappeared into the iron limestone reef.

It wasn't until the Iron Hand burst out of the second barrage from the Iron Warriors almost intact that the muzzle of the Bearer had just flashed out.

Hades's eyes didn't blink, and the bursts of countless flashes of light sank into his dark and empty pupils as if they had been sucked into a black hole, and it seemed that he was right,

The Iron Warriors' Queen of Glory isn't here, and it looks like Perturabo has only sent half of the fleet, while the Bearers have two-thirds of their fleet, including their Queen of Glory, the Law of Faith.

"Plan A."

Hades said as he turned on the comms, and Thor the Bearer stood beside Hades, looking at Hades hesitantly.

At this moment, the ships of the Iron Hand are about to reach the close range of the Whisperer's fleet, and on the other side, the fleet of the Iron Warriors is also approaching.

The airwaves jerked with joy, and it wasn't very difficult for Hades to forcibly hack into the Speaker's channel if he already had one.

A pitch-black cloak fell from under the iron aura, and a pale green arc wound around Hades' throat.

"I, Lord of the Silent Retreat, Lord of Hades, the Silencer, speak to the Seventeenth Legion, the Bearer."

Emotionless voices rang out, and at the same time, between the waterfalls of light, pitch-black scythes poked out, previously hidden under the heavy steel, and now they showed their blades,

"In the name of the God-Emperor and the Immortal, Perturabo deceived and betrayed the Empire and designed to frame your original body Luojia, and in the name of the God-Emperor, I am here to harvest the souls of traitors and redeem the fate of the innocent."

"Bearer, don't resist, don't resist, don't resist."

"The offender is guilty of a capital offense."

A cold voice rang out from each of the Whisperers' channels, and the next moment, brilliant blue plasma flames erupted from behind each of the pitch-black ships, rudders swayed, steel giants turned to the left, black monsters leaped out from the right—

Straight into the law of faith inside the queue of the Speaker.

At the same time, the Iron Hand, which suddenly turned and rushed straight at the Iron Warriors, caused the two steel giants to collide.

The Cobra-class destroyers and sword-class destroyers began to struggle, the cruisers fired at each other, the carrier-based aircraft rose from the mothership and rushed towards the enemy, and the battleships of the Iron Hand fired their cannons at the opposite side with slightly faster maneuverability, and after the dazzling light, the mournful roar of the first Void Shield overload rang out.

The captain who successfully overloaded the opposite Void Shield with his macro cannon immediately seized the opportunity, and the light spear that had been prepared for a long time lit up, and the straight laser pierced into the joint of the frame of the molten steel, and the gunpowder smoke that looked small and faint in the void scale spewed out along with the air in the cabin, and the air, the blood of the ship was spurting out.

The irregular metal building materials and the unfortunate crew were thrown into the extremely cold universe by the turbulence of the air, and solidified as the first victims.

Fierce flames ignited from the back half of the ship, and seventeen seconds later, an unstable explosion of the power system completely shattered the battleship into several pieces.

Beside the corpse of the Molten Steel, countless similar images are repeated, steel and steel wreckage floating in the void, indistinguishable from each other.

With the Iron Warriors' fleet without the Glory Queen, and the long defensive line distracting the Iron Warriors, Hades did not hesitate to believe that Phernus, who commanded the Iron Hand, would win.

Perturabo's original plan was to use the Whisperers to hold them back, but unfortunately he overestimated the Whisperers, and did not expect that his opponent had chosen to use the Silent Retreat only against the Whisperers.

Stupid mistake, Hades thought, the Bearer was even more sluggish than he thought, it seems that Luojia is not in a very good state?

The Silent Order's fleet stabbed into the Whisperer's fleet in a fluid manner, and an eerie image appeared, neither side attacking each other, the muzzles of the guns rotating with the trajectory of movement, but it remained a silent coldness.

Hades watched cautiously at each of the Whisperer ships, his voice echoing through the channel,

"Don't resist."

In the distance, in the underground trenches of Kadia, Perturabo roared angrily, and he turned on the communication in exasperation—

【Ulia Oratael!】 】

Without hesitation in the command sentence,

[Call the Whisperers to attack!] 】

Vashtor, beside the Iron Lord, lowered his body and hissed,

+ Give the poor demon a little time, it's so repelled by the original body. +

[I gave it enough time! I've given it enough time for any Iron Warrior to deploy everything! 】

The fire in Vashtor's eyes gushed out,

+ You should not think of the Bearer with the efficiency and dealings of your legion. +

Peturabo sneered, and he continued to focus his attention on the thousands of battlefields, the collision of ships with ships, and the research and development under the tower of the Blackstone Obelisk.

[It doesn't matter, it's enough to hold them off for a short while.] 】

The Lord of Steel said coldly, "watching" the reverse polarity of the last few blackstone obelisks proceeding steadily.

[It's too late for them. 】

Soul Spitting ...... 6k words, really squeezed dry

(End of chapter)