……

"Typhons, that bastard is dead."

Inside the Tenacious flagship, Mortarian observes a video device made of rotting flesh and steel metal, which accurately shows the entire war taking place in the Onila system.

Even microscopic places can be observed.

The device shows that Typhonse was impaled by Forth's spear, but he didn't just die, but instead released his psionic energy and disappeared.

For Typhons, mere material damage was no longer a threat, unless it was suppressed by the Blackstone.

"It's time for us to make a move." Vashtor walked over to Motarian with his scepter, "We have shrunk our strength for the next great battle, and all that I have given you has joined your fleet, now is the time for the true Lord of Death to strike." ”

Motarian wanted to refute Vashtor, what do you mean by what is given to me?

But Washtor's words about the true Lord of Death satisfied Motarian, and he nodded: "I have always hoped for a big war, but I didn't have the ability to do it before. ”

While the Death Guard hasn't been split into warbands, they still face the same troubles as other gangsters.

Problems with logistical supplies.

The issue of the division of power.

The Death Guard has broken up several small warbands.

The situation is different now, as Vashtor has taken on the logistics of the Death Guard, promising to supply everything from power armor to weapons.

Among the dark gods, the demonic minions of three of them are either plagued or indulged in intrigue and pleasure.

Only the Great Demon of Sadism will forge a war machine, and there is even a Great Demon who can build airplanes, but Motarian is not Angron, and even if he is afraid, he will not be able to move the Great Demon of Torture.

Now Vasztor has taken on the responsibility of logistics.

Not only power armor, weapons, but also more powerful war machines.

"I'm going to bring a big war to my brother." Motarian turned, his broad wings flapping and moving his tall body into a foul-smelling wind.

Vashtor watched Motarian leave, bowed his head and said to himself, "It's time for me to do my thing." ”

……

The plague fleet in the Onila system has been beaten down to only two hundred.

All the ships of the Otrama and Tyrone navies confronted the plague fleet for a final assault.

At this moment, a subspace rift appeared at Mandeville Point directly behind all the battleships of the fleet, and a huge fleet of two thousand warships slowly poured out of the rift.

This fleet is made up of all the warships at Mortarion's disposal, and it can be said that if these ships were sunk here, the Death Guard would not be able to conduct a large-scale war in the real universe for two thousand years.

And that's pretty much a sure thing.

Although they emerged from directly behind the Tyrone and Otrama navies, and while it took time to turn around with a fleet equal in quantity equal to two times the quantity and quality of the Motarian fleet, they still had an overwhelming numerical and qualitative superiority.

It's as if Motarian's fleet had come to die.

However, as the Tenacity flagship crossed out of subspace, the Glorious Humanity's probe scanned for a different kind of war machine.

One hundred and twenty fortresses have sprung up from subspace.

Each fortress has a Orbital Defense Platform-level turret that can be found throughout the entire Stronghold, and the Stronghold apparently uses cutting-edge technology - a subspace energy shield similar to the Vaal Charm that dissolves material attacks.

Even the Tyrone Navy rarely fights with orbital defense platforms without a great advantage, because these big guys don't need to think about how long they can use supplies, how long they use fuel, how long they can turn around, and how fast they sail...... They only need to carry the most weapons and float in planetary orbits.

And the one hundred and twenty fortresses that emerged from subspace were the defense platforms of the orbital defense platforms, the strongest of the strong.

"Motarian shouldn't have any of these things!"

Inside the Glory of Macurag, Kiriman and Qin Mo stood side by side in front of the porthole, staring at the fortresses that were gradually pouring out of the cracks.

The shape of these fortresses is extremely twisted, and they don't look like boulders or galatan or other void buildings, but like demons of irregular shape.

The fortress may be demons, or it may be a myriad of demons that make up its foundations, turrets, and engines.

At the tail of those fortresses, purple flames breathed from the mouths of the blood basins, propelling the fortresses forward.

"Father!"

Tigurias, the director of the Ultramarines Think Tank, stepped onto the bridge and reported to Killiman, "I saw a huge number of land forces being dropped on One-One, fighting the Weepers, setting up the corroded Blackstone, and then the entire galaxy and our entire fleet were destroyed. ”

Killiman looked back at his heir.

Tigurias was the director of the think tank, and what he said he saw was necessarily what was prophesied by the Psionic Spirit, not what was happening right now.

However, a communication from the Glorious Humanity then reported that a large number of enemy land forces were teleporting to One-One.

"Think tank." Qin Mo turned around, "In your prophecy, did you see the destruction of my fleet?" ”

"No, I didn't predict it, but I saw the destruction of the Glory of Maculag, which means that the Tyrone Navy has either withdrawn or has ......" Tigurias shook his head.

Qin Mo nodded and began to think about countermeasures.

In the seconds he pondered, the demon fortresses reacted as they went.

Each Demon Fortress is charged in an instant, and then the one hundred and twenty strongholds unleash a resonant energy attack, with the Makurag's Glory being their target.

The entire ship's Void Shield was instantly overloaded, and the aftermath of the attack pierced through the flanks of the original flagship.

The previously modified Energy Shield was put into emergency use to fend off the remaining attacks, but apparently not for long.

"We should stop the enemy on One-Onila immediately, but ......," Kiriman pondered, but every tactic he deduced would not be effective in Void Warfare.

"Leave the void battle to me, and you can fight the ground battle." Qin Mo stared at those fortresses, "This is a weapon that far surpasses the battleship, and I also have a weapon like this, I will ensure the victory of the Void Battle." ”

"But you ......" Kiliman wanted to ask Qin Mo what he wanted to do, but he didn't ask.

In the end, the original body didn't say anything, relieved to explain some things, and then took the army and teleported to Onila One to fight a ground battle.

After the Lord of Otlama teleported to Onila, the Otlama fleet heard a communication from the Glory of Maculag.

"The Primordial hands over command of the fleet to the Lord of Tyrone."

(End of chapter)