After a thrilling journey through subspace, the supply fleet has finally managed to reach the dark side of the empire on the other side of the rift.

The price paid was that more than a dozen warships were swept away by the psionic wave, and hundreds of thousands of loyalists were lost forever in the terrifying subspace.

For the empire as a whole, this small sacrifice was nothing.

The calmness and decisiveness of the Minotaur Warlord is a well-known thing, and Astrion Moroch will stop at nothing to win.

This behavior was very satisfying to the upper echelons of the empire, but it made colleagues and subordinates tremble.

After all, not many people can easily accept that they are inexplicably "sacrificed" by others.

Such a rational and ruthless way of thinking has led many to believe that the Minotaur Warband actually uses the genetic seeds of the Iron Warriors.

There was no time to mourn for the victims, and the terrible scenes that they had just seen in the spiritual turbulence still lingered in everyone's minds.

However, under the order of the commander of the war group, the imperial army did not even take a breath, and immediately started the subspace engine and started the interstellar voyage again.

The dark side of the empire is in danger, and they must get supplies to Killiman as soon as possible.

Without the guidance of the Torch, the supply fleet could only grope its way from galaxy to galaxy.

As a result, after making a few short subspace jumps, they were ambushed.

"Lord Moroch, a traitor to Chaos, the Bird Meter shows that the number of enemy ships is more than forty!" The adjutant's hurried voice immediately came, "There is an inner ghost among us, and our whereabouts have been leaked!" ”

A bunch of dense red dots of light suddenly appeared on the bird divination, which made people look extremely dazzling.

The other party was obviously premeditated.

"Now is not the time to pursue the inner ghosts, let the troops spread out their formation, search for potential enemies nearby, and immediately send a distress signal to the nearby imperial forces, asking them to rush to reinforcements as soon as possible." Even if he fell into the trap of the enemy, Astrion Morlock still commanded calmly.

The supply fleet is just carrying important things in their arms and shouldering the heavy responsibility given by the original body, but it does not mean that they are soft persimmons that can be manipulated by others.

If the enemy tries to eat them, they must be prepared to be strutted to death.

"Prepare a public channel for me, and I'm going to talk to the commander of the other side." The battle leader then added.

Morlock was not a man who liked to solve problems with his mouth, and spears and anger were the treatment that the enemies of the emperor deserved.

However, the enemies of the Chaos side are always arrogant, conceited, and like to show off, and this behavior can expose many flaws.

"That's exactly what the other party wants, Lord Moloch." The adjutant replied.

Soon, an information connection between the "Daedalus Bearer" and the enemy fleet was established.

"Damned traitors, I am Astrion Moroch, the leader of the Minotaur Warband, the Flame Bringer, the Brass Warlord, and the Spear of Judgment. I have only one small question for your presence - what makes you chickens and dogs feel like they can stop me from completing the sacred mission that the Primordial has given me? In a deep voice, Morlock took the lead in the communication and said slowly.

"Because you are cornered, lackey of the High Lord, we have surrounded you, and after this battle, your precious belongings will be ours." A sinister laugh came from the channel, "Oh yes, I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Ankarak, the Chaos Lord of the Heavenly Punishment Gang, the man who is about to defeat you, get ready for destruction, Minotaur!" ”

More than forty warships with the power of destruction were slowly approaching the supply fleet.

"Surrounding? Are you referring to this group of stinky fish and rotten shrimp? Morlock said disdainfully.

The formation of the Imperial fleet has been fully deployed, and no additional enemies have been found around, and these Chaos warships in front of them are already the full strength of the opponent.

Although they had only experienced the psionic turbulence of the Great Rift not long ago, the ship's facilities were not in excellent condition, but they had an overwhelming advantage in numbers, with more than twice as much firepower as enough to blast the Chaos fleet in front of them into a pile of space junk.

"You'll soon know, Minotaur!" The Chaos Lord's voice revealed unparalleled confidence.

As the two sides get closer and closer, a big war is on the verge of breaking out.

Countless torpedoes and lasers erupted from the muzzle of the cannon, marking a bright trajectory in the cold and dark space of the universe.

The forces of destruction and the wrath of the Emperor collided, and the ancient warship exploded, turning into flaming pieces.

"You can't get anything from me, traitor!" Moloch said.

After the first wave of exchanges, neither side was able to get the advantage.

According to the way of thinking of the Chaos side, they are only superficially submissive to Abaddon's strength, and the highest priority is still to preserve themselves.

Replacing this wave of supplies would indeed slow down Killiman's unyielding expedition, but it would also inflict heavy losses on the bands.

They can't afford it.

"Fool, do you really think that we have worked so hard to stay here just to fight you? Of course not, we have strong backups, they will soon arrive on the battlefield, the outcome of this war is already predestined, and your resistance is in vain. Ankarak said with a laugh in a presumptuous voice.

"Backup? What back-up? ”

Realizing that the enemy was not lying, Morlock sensed that the situation was not good.

Chaos believers are not brains, but they are not idiots to death.

With such a well-woven trap, its hidden hindhand may indeed make him hate and overturn.

The Commander of the War Regiment is not worried about his own safety, but the batch of supplies requested by the original body must be delivered no matter what.

"Of course, the Lord of the Great Maelstrom, second only to the Chaos Warlords of the Great Marauders!" Ankarak laughed, his voice cruel, "It was he who gave us information to weave this trap, all we have to do is drag you down, Minotaurs, you have fallen into the trap and are still stupid and unaware that when he descends in the Blackstone Fortress, it will be the day of the destruction of your group of puppet emperor lackeys!" ”

After listening to the other party's words, Morlock was stunned for a moment.

The conflicting and chaotic news began to hit his brain, so violent that he forgot to speak for a moment.

The Chaos Lord's consternation through his silence was very useful to the Chaos Lord, as it meant that the other party had not anticipated the development of the situation, was unprepared for the change in the situation, and even more importantly, it meant that a painful defeat was about to follow.

The rich Minotaurs will be planted in their hands, the supplies of the Unyielding Expedition will be cut off by them, the Chaos Warlord's orders will be fulfilled, and the dark gods will favor them for their great deeds.

When the Dark Empire of the War Commander is established, their operation of the Birth Gang will surely become history, and will be regarded as a model of learning and admiration by all who embark on the road to glory.

It simply doesn't get any better than that.

The thirteenth Black Expedition opened the Great Rift, plunged half of the empire's territory into darkness, and they had been suffering for 10,000 years, and the good days had just begun, and now was the perfect time to gain fame.

"So struggle as hard as you can, poor minotaur, if you choose to throw away your armor and run away like a frightened fright, you might be lucky enough to get your life back, or you'll be left with nothing but death!"

The Chaos Lord's voice grew louder and louder, as if a glorious victory was within reach.

But apparently, Ankarak misunderstood the silence of the commander of the war regiment.

Moroch's consternation did not stem from his panic at learning of the imminent reinforcements of the Red Pirates.

He was already aware of the fall of the Red Pirates, and news of the victory of the Maelstrom Expedition had long since spread throughout Holy Terra, and had been confirmed time and time again.

So he really couldn't understand who the so-called reinforcements were referring to in the other party's mouth.

Add to that the strangeness of the leakage of information about the location of the supply fleet.

A thought came to his mind - could it be that these guys shook the wrong person because of the lack of information?

(End of chapter)