Vortex weapons are one of the most lethal weapons in human possession, and their simple and crude working principle can directly dig a large hole in the real universe that connects to the subspace, devouring and erasing all nearby matter and energy.

Moreover, due to the uncertainties of the Sea of Souls itself, the subspace rift torn by the vortex weapon will not remain in place, but will move around the battlefield like a living carnivore, preying on living creatures, until it slowly dissipates due to the rejection of the subspace by the material universe.

There are many types of vortex weapons: the less powerful Vortex grenade, which can only create miniature subspace rifts, has the greatest advantage of being able to be carried alone.

This valuable piece of equipment is generally used to destroy the enemy's vital war facilities. When the war is in a desperate situation, there will also be suicide squads who sacrifice their lives to the emperor to try to carry grenades into the void shield of enemy Titan units, and use suicide attacks to destroy the core parts of the divine machine, in order to make a bloody exchange of four or two thousand pounds.

As for the Death Direct Missile, which is equipped with large Titans and ground-based missile launchers, it will also be equipped with a vortex warhead in extremely rare extreme cases, but a vortex weapon of this size is very expensive to produce, so it is extremely valuable.

Large whirlpool torpedoes, which can directly destroy a battleship, are even rarer, and are rarely seen by many mid-level priests of the Mechanic Order.

The Empire's regular vortex weapons are roughly in the above categories, with a rare and unique vortex bomb at most. But as the Emperor's executioner, the heir of the Dark Angel has been entrusted with an even more devastating weapon of mass destruction by the Lord of Humanity.

The "Annihilator" Vortex Bomb that Gonzalez intends to use on the Catacombs is an ancient relic inherited from the Great Expedition, with a radius so large that it can swallow even celestial targets the size of the Holy Terra, enough to banish an entire planet into subspace.

The first round of orbital bombardment continued, and the 18-kilometer-long Omeniedes continued to pour spears of light into the ground battlefield, as if the super-standard firepower of heaven had bombed the already dilapidated ground battlefield to a thousand holes, and even the pyramid itself was affected.

Inside the battleship Omenedes, techno-sergeants and techno-slaves completely at the mercy of death hunters carefully chant obscure and intricate prayers, awakening ancient weapons from the dust in sealed and core chambers, ready to bring destruction once to a galaxy that had already been destroyed by a stellar explosion.

For such an atrocity, the Mecha Forge fleet and the battle formation composed of Swordfish frigates docked on both sides of the Tomb World naturally did not turn a blind eye, and they all pulled up their speed to the limit as soon as they got the news, roaring in the communication channel while rushing in the direction of the Omenedes.

"We're going to be surrounded...... Everyone enters the boarding torpedo preparation, ready to launch a gang jump on all the close ships. Gonzalez calmly orchestrated his next move.

Despite the heavy losses in the previous ground battles, and many warriors died tragically under the psionic cracking spear, high-pressure hot melt, and plasma pulse weapons of the Banshee, the Eumenides still has more than 700 Space Marines on board at this moment, and it will only be more if you count the Dreadnought, plus the Dark Angel Heir's sophisticated equipment that can rival the Minotaur Warband......

Under such conditions, coupled with the formidable firepower of the Eumenides as the flagship of the war, it can be said that it is safe to deal with two non-professional war fleets formed for the purpose of investigation.

After completing the regular deployment against the enemy, Gonzalez, the commander of the 3rd Company, silently put on his helmet and gave a secret authority to his most trusted mortal priest.

"The next course of action seems to me to be sound enough, but caution is a constant virtue of death stalkers."

Gonzalez said, slowly sending a long sword into its scabbard: "If, I mean if, if we are unfortunate enough to be defeated, then I authorize you to activate the final plan, and in the top secret warehouse No. 8 deep in the ship's cabin, the real extermination weapon given by the Lord of Mankind is sealed...... I need you to activate them in our fiasco, and to bury all the blasphemous things that might tarnish the name of the Dark Angel. ”

"We will not fail in our mission." The mortal priest bowed slightly: "May you triumph." ”

"I will be victorious."

Gonzalez, with his sword on his shoulder, walked to the launch bay where the ship's torpedoes were mounted without looking back.

On the ground, the first round of orbital bombardment has just found its rhythm and is on track.

The preachers and mortal pilots and nurses on the ground who had not yet had time to evacuate, and the banshee brigade covering them were drowned in the light spear blows, and disappeared into ashes along with the wreckage of the armor - as it should have been.

When a young pilot closed his eyes in despair in the midst of a flash of light, but the death that everyone was sure of did not come, he found that the turbulent turbulence of violent particles around his body had been extinguished...... No, it's not extinguished, it's blocked.

He raised his head, and at some point a turquoise crystal dome was propped up on the battlefield full of holes, and the dome flowed like a stream of light purple spiritual energy ripples, and spears of light were inserted into the dome from top to bottom, turning into ripples like water waves and blurring in circles until they dissipated and became invisible.

"Psionic shield ......?" The young pilot was in a trance.

He clearly remembered that the Order of Truth should not have carried a psionic shield generator of this scale this time...... So where did this shield come from?

Before he could think about the question, suddenly, a hatred so strong that it almost condensed into substance appeared around him.

The pilot turned his head vigilantly, and even the intelligent control servants beside him raised their weapons. Just the first moment he saw that "thing", he felt a strong uneasiness from the depths of his heart.

The "thing" wasn't human, not any living creature known to him, and its form was difficult to describe in words, but with human eyes, he could barely make out some specific features:

It's a strange thing with hands, feet, and a head, that resembles a human form, but it's definitely not human.

Its body is haunted by the turbulence of subspace made of soul weaves, constantly changing postures at every moment.

Its "skin" is covered with patches of bluish-purple light feathers that resemble bird feathers. The feathers do not grow smoothly in the same direction, but are crooked and misaligned, some upward, some downward, and some left and right.

The shape of each feather varies, but the only thing in common is that under the skin of each feather grows a round, bloodshot human eyeball. It looks grotesque and ridiculous.

Each eye stared in a different direction, each eyeball peered at a kind of knowledge, looking at the monster that suddenly appeared, as if a door containing many mysteries was opening in front of him.

The strong mental impact caused the pilot's brain to shut down for a short time, and the monster covered in feathers and eyeballs slowly "walked" in front of him, and the soul weavers around his body gently stretched out like the mechanical tentacles of the technical priest, reaching into the young pilot's body.

Then- pulled out a small packet of well-sealed psionic dust from the lining of his clothes.

(End of chapter)