Unknown from where the attack was coming from, unclear about the form and scale of the enemy, the only light spears in the hazy subspace fog were flickering and extinguishing, and the engines of the Ridge Peak heavy artillery battleships roamed the void at full power, performing their indifferent ultra-long-range sniping with deadly arcs and spears of light.

But maybe it should be praised? Even after descending into Chaos, the Legion of the Bearers has demonstrated military qualities worthy of one of the original 20 Astarte Legions. After being shot and killed several heretically modified alienated destroyers, the remaining Chaos ships did not scurry like headless flies, but quickly regrouped under the command of the flagship battleship "Dark Choir".

The reacting proprietor quickly summed up some of the characteristics of the attack in a constant flickering and shifting: for example, the enemy's naval guns had an unusually long range, and the thick and long spears of light were all struck in the face of Erebus, but the ship's ornithography array still could not find the signal of the attacker; For example, whether it is a light spear or an arc, the accuracy is not very good, the launch depends on fate, and the hit depends on Meng.

"Has the Human Empire excavated some kind of ancient relic from the ruins of a planet that can perform ultra-long-range sniping missions?"

On the Dark Choir, the Warband Priest of the Bearers habitually attributed the Empire's undetectable attackers to the Empire's graves:

"Based on the firing frequency, it is estimated that the number of such weapons should be no more than three, and the distance from us is also very long. But the power is extremely powerful, if the Firestorm-class frigate is hit by the hull and can't withstand even a single blow, it will crash directly...... Such a powerful relic was actually controlled by the foolish people who were deceived by the puppet emperor, and it was simply a tyrannical thing. ”

Inevitably, Erebus had the idea of snatching the "Ancient Relic" from his attackers that was firing an arc of shaped energy at him, but shortly after the idea was born, an uncanny wave of space disrupted his thoughts.

Not subspace fluctuations, but mere physical distortions, with every functioning sensor, from the flagship Dark Choir to the Styx-class heavy cruiser, detecting the uncanny curvature distortion with incredible clarity.

More direct than electrons, swifter than photons, a huge "bubble" appeared in the open space vacated by the Whisperer's fleet as it spread out to evade arc sniping.

Unexplained anomalous physical readings returned to normal in less than 1 millisecond, and immediately after, the Ponderor array aboard the Dark Choir detected thousands of signals from strange warships.

Without any time to react, without a moment to think, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet jumped into the center of the Whisperer's formation. Countless torpedoes, macro cannons, and light spear arrays were all fired simultaneously at this moment, and the overwhelming firepower was scattered in all directions, like a beautiful flower blooming in the dark.

"We are deluded! The arc sniping on the perimeter is just a façade, and their real tactics are-"

- Jumping face assault.

In the end, Erebus couldn't finish his words, and the hull under his feet suddenly shook violently, and the giant ship inhabited by hundreds of thousands of Chaos Cultists almost rolled in this space, and he relied on the magnetic boots on the deck to keep him from falling in embarrassment.

The main combat ships of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet used their ferocious firepower to indiscriminately attack all targets without friendly markers, even passing comets, which were shattered by macro cannons, and heavy cruisers were blown out of armor by overloaded Void Shields, and their engines were paralyzed, becoming a lump of space scrap metal.

But somehow, the dark choir that Erebus was riding seemed to be in extra care.

In the midst of the chaos, the Dark Choir's contemplative array caught a particularly striking signal in the red alert that filled the screen - she couldn't even notice it, she was too conspicuous.

It was a huge battleship with a silver-white body, the gorgeous adamantite gold ramming horns on the bow and stern were carved with magnificent wings, and the soft body was like a restrained and reserved lady, but the array of nova guns on both sides of the ship was extremely flamboyant and spewed terrifying firepower.

The Vicious Woman used her starside array of nova cannons to ravage the Dark Choir's battered and damaged hull, leaving no respite for the ship's Whisperers.

In the midst of such a fierce offensive, Erebus recognized the reality.

Ten thousand years ago, during the Great Expedition, Erebus was the first Legion Priest of the Legion of the Bearers, commanding the Glorious Queen of the Bearers, the Law of Faith, and aboard the Abyss-class battleships gifted by Horus to the Bearers.

However, even in Erebus's long life, which spanned 10,000 years, he had never seen a ship as magnificent as it was in front of him, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet broke up the Whisperer's formation with a wave of jumping faces, and the Valkyrie used her devastating firepower to crush all the will to fight of the enemy in front of him.

“…… Is it possible to reconcile? ”

For a moment, Erebus had such a ridiculous idea, but the idea of surrender was quickly dispelled by the fireflies that kept going out like fireflies in front of him, just as Erebus himself hated the puppet imperial regime, and the other party would never compromise with the Chaos supporters.

Then the only options left are -

"Run—"

In the moment of life and death, he could no longer care about the subspace storm and deadly aetheric turbulence that swept eternally in the maelstrom, nor could he care about the other ships around him, and the fragments of the hull were splashed wantonly in the moans and cries of countless Chaos Believers.

A churning rift of endless eerie colors suddenly opened, and the Dark Choir activated its subspace engine.

"The Bearer is forcibly tearing the curtain and fleeing urgently, do you want to chase it?"

"We've already achieved the predetermined results, there's no need to jump into subspace with these crazy people, that would be more than worth the loss - the Chaos Evil God is still staring at us."

“…… Understand. ”

After a brief discussion, the Vicious Woman stopped her pressing offensive and began to retreat away from the subspace rift that had been forcibly torn open by the Dark Choir, and as she retreated, she continued to fire artillery to see off the Bearer.

"Don't fight! The spatial rift torn by the Bearer is about to get out of control! All ships assemble and prepare to evacuate! ”

Suddenly a distant whisper from eternity sounded in the silent deep sky, and the turbulent subspace turbulence rushed out like a flood that burst its banks, tearing the twisted rift bigger and bigger.

The originally chaotic tide of chaos seemed to have life from this moment on, like tentacles extending in the starry sky, and like pythons binding their prey with their bodies, and swept the Whisperer ship with its paralyzed engine into the sea of souls.

The tentacles of chaos were still extending, the monstrous rifts were still expanding, and perhaps even Erebus himself did not expect that activating the subspace engine at this moment would have such catastrophic consequences.

"The warp engine will start in 2 minutes. All the ships immediately assemble around the Vicious Woman! ”

Promelia repeated the order to assemble in the communication channel, watching the turbulence of the subspace in the distance, and the ships around the Valkyrie were gathering more and more, and the ships that managed to return were lucky, but not all ships were so lucky.

"The battleship 'Lady Jealousy' is unable to return to the group, she has gone too far from the previous guerrilla harassment, and the expanding subspace rift has completely separated us from her......"

"Leave her alone, the Lady Jealousy has an independent jump engine on board, and she can escape on her own - when the time comes, start warpping." Promelia said in a deep voice.

With her order successfully issued, in the core compartment of the Vicious Woman, a monk of truth who had been waiting for a long time opened the quartz test tube in his hand and poured a high-concentration glucose solution into the hideous mouthparts of the brain worm in front of him.

Overclocked bioelectricity burst out from the brainstem, and powerful energy distorted the spatial curvature of the material universe, and a huge cavity unfolded in an instant, enveloping the entire expeditionary fleet and disappearing without a trace.

The next moment, the tentacles of chaos swooped into the air.

(End of chapter)