Chapter 217: Breakthrough, the Dawn of Hope!

"Emergency from Malus!"

A sharp alarm sounded from the Chaos Fleet's home port on the edge of Lyak, and began to spread among the core ships of the Chaos Fleet.

Several Chaos Lords from various Chaos Space Marine warbands and former rebellious Imperial Navy admirals gathered in the atrium of the flagship Predator-class battleship, the Tyrant.

The Black Legion kept the entire operation secret, and no one knew about the importance of the manufacture and firepower experiments of the "planet killer" to the ultimate purpose hidden in the Dark Crusade by Warmaster Abaddon.

Except for Alpha Warband Lord Hydra, who served as the fleet commander as Warmaster Abaddon's staff, the only one who knew the purpose of this invasion was the special envoy from the demon forge world Char II.

Under the strong suppression of the Black Legion, the warband leaders in other legions only had the right to be responsible for execution in this operation, and did not know the importance of Malus to Hydra.

But an order is an order. As long as it is backed by the authority of the Warmaster, even if it is the barking of a dog, the Chaos Space Marines who are obsessed with revenge against the Empire will obey it.

With Hydra's order, the Chaos fleet quickly began to assemble and mobilize.

Except for the four Hellfire-class heavy cruisers and the flagship with questionable mobility, the other seven heavy cruisers were included in the options for rushing to help Malus.

But unfortunately, things don't go as planned, and accidents will always happen again in urgent situations.

Vice Admiral Joseph, who was determined to carry out the principle of "everything the enemy wants is what I oppose", was keenly aware of the enemy's abnormal actions.

He was leading the Orpheus Northern Fleet to cruise outside the Lyak star zone at this time.

After observing the abnormal actions of the enemy ships, he immediately gave up the plan to sneak attack the shipyard and instead took the fleet to the road that the Chaos fleet had to take to return.

A blocking battle involving a total of twelve large warships from both the Empire and Chaos was about to begin on the edge of Lyak.

At this time, the Chaos commander Hydra and the Krieg fleet that was dispatched here knew nothing about the battle situation here.

The battle in Malus happened too suddenly, and the Soul Redeemer and Star Labyrinth, who had planned it in advance, were too ruthless.

The Chaos cruiser Night Rain stationed in Malus was completely unprepared.

The command group under its bridge had tried its best, but it only had time to follow the procedure when the first wave of attacks appeared and send a call for help to the large fleet far away at the edge of the star zone.

Then, under the concentrated energy attack of four nova cannons and the close-range jump and tie combination punch of an entire elite battle group, it fell into a dead silence.

The inter-galactic communication in the direction of Malus was interrupted. This abnormal silence after the emergency call for help gave Hydra an ominous premonition.

But the batch of materials produced by Malus was too important, and the backup plan reserved in Malus before also gave him enough confidence.

More than two warbands, three great demons and a whole demon army, plus two cruisers and four frigates in front and behind, the configuration is luxurious.

Even if it is an enemy of a detachment fleet, it should be able to deal with it.

At the very least, if they give up the defense of Malus under great pressure, they should be able to protect themselves and send messages back to the mothership.

So from Hydra's point of view, the silence in the direction of Malus can only be the enemy's information shielding, there is no other possibility.

After all, his large fleet is stationed here, it is not dead, if there is an enemy larger than a detachment fleet, he can't be completely unaware.

The naval battle started shortly after he just got rid of his worries about the rear.

The Northern Fleet had a deliberate plan, and the flames caused by the explosion of the Styx-class heavy cruiser "Slayer" belonging to the World Eaters warband under a salvo made Hydra suddenly stand up from the throne.

"Joseph..."

The low voice with deep hatred came from the mouth of the Astartes warrior who has lived for ten thousand years.

He looked at the flames hundreds of AU away in the distance and pondered for a moment, and decided to let the main force of the fleet take over the battle there.

Malus's safety must not be lost. In the case of unclear battle situation, the earlier the support arrives, the earlier his plan can be implemented.

"Pass my order, all fleets leave the port! Looking forward to support!"

As his order was conveyed to the entire area of ​​the starport, the main force of the Chaos Fleet also began to pull the engine to the full, heading towards the battlefield of the blocking battle...

The attack on the Killing Evil was a precise strike after carefully selecting the target, and it was also the first victory achieved by the Imperial Fleet after the start of the blocking battle.

As a Styx-class heavy cruiser, the Killing Evil itself is classified as a support gunboat.

Most of its reactor functions are allocated to the light spear and plasma cannon array at the bow. As a price, its void shield strength is naturally the weakest defense in the Chaos Fleet.

Since this Chaos Fleet left the port, Joseph has been eyeing this thin-skinned guy.

Under his command, the six light spear arrays on the deck of the Northern Fleet's flagship Retribution-class battleship and the new star cannon on the bow were aimed at its body early.

When the entire fleet entered Joseph's extreme range, a devastating baptism of fire was sent to it by five warships across a long distance.

The void shield of the Slaughter had no room for resistance under the impact of dozens of light spears, and fell silent after just a groan.

The subsequent light spear strikes not only caused huge groove-like melt marks on the armored belt of the hull, but also consumed the insulating ceramics on the outside of the armor.

Torpedoes and plasma cannon strikes followed, and the crew's frantic efforts had just completed the posture adjustment of less than 45 degrees.

The intensive firepower completely broke through the thick armor, bringing flames and explosions into the interior of the ship.

The remaining six heavy cruisers had just completed the adjustment of the bow of the ship to the enemy at this time. As for the friendly ship that had been falling at the end of the fleet, they were unable to block the firepower and could only watch it die.

The Chaos fleet was defeated without a fight and lost a valuable source of firepower.

But Joseph's side did not relax. Even after a successful attack, the number of the Northern Fleet and the enemy was still that the enemy was stronger and we were weaker.

A brutal blocking battle has just begun, and the opponent will not give him such a chance again.

After the Northern Fleet succeeded in the first wave of attacks, it began to retreat in an orderly manner.

The tactical purpose of this operation has not changed. Under the threat of Hydra's support arriving at any time, Joseph is determined to delay them for as long as possible even if he dies in this battle.

The battle situation on the edge of Lyak is like this, but the Malus battlefield on the other side of the sector is coming to an end.

After sinking the four fearless frigates one by one, the Revenant Redeemer continued to tilt its heavy guns and torpedoes toward the side of the Ye Yu several times until the cruiser's engine and weapon array completely misfired. a paragraph.

The tauren war group on the other side, led by the war leader Moloch, charged forward with a company of Hades-type terminators and several holy fearless weapons acting as sharp knives.

In the narrow inner passage of the Ye Yu, these heavily armored warriors swept through like a torrent.

The Night Lords tried to resist along the way. Except for the guards of Warband Lord Kelson, no one could delay their progress, even for a minute.

This is not a fair battle, and the Night Lords' tactical style is not suitable for such a cramped space.

The enemy is just the opposite. The favorite combat environment of the Tauren war group represented by Moloch is this kind of place with no room for error.

There is no tactical containment and seduction, not even fire suppression and wave attacks.

In the eyes of the tauren war group, there are only simple charges and bloody exchanges that are not afraid of death.

"Since the enemy is only in front of us, our offensive will only be one wave. We will never slack off until the enemy is wiped out!"

This is Moloch's most famous battle declaration in past wars, and it is also the core of the Tauren's reputation as a second-generation war group in just a century.

Kelsen was a little angry, a little helpless, but mostly felt absurd.

He was now fully armed and guarding the bridge with the remaining half of the black-armored guards.

He had expected a defeat in the battle ahead, but the defense line collapsed so quickly that he couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't understand why his brothers couldn't defeat this new group of invaders on their long-running warship home ground, taking advantage of the terrain and defense.

News of the loss of forward defense nodes kept coming, and the data board in front of him was already a scarlet color.

If he didn't have to guard against possible enemies below the bridge, he would have liked to go to the battlefield in person to find out whether these unknown brothers who were also Astartes warriors had more arms or lengths than they did. Got a few heads.

But the enemy no longer had to think about it.

"It's time for you to leave," Kelsen said to the darkness behind the throne.

Even if he couldn't see through the shadows, he knew someone there would hear his voice.

The roar of guns ahead was getting closer and closer. After some thought, he suggested to the Alpha envoy who had been hiding beside him.

The sinking of the base ship is imminent. He can live and die with the base ship, but this messenger has no such obligation.

Hatred for the Empire and the Emperor has been his biggest motivation for survival for thousands of years. Now that he is at the end of his rope, he still wants to do his last bit to destroy this rotten country.

"Where to go?" The person in the shadow was noncommittal to his suggestion and slowly walked out of the darkness.

The gorgeous Mark III helmet decorated with emerald green scales was slowly taken off, revealing a featureless face.

This is the first time Kelsen has truly seen the true face of this envoy in nearly a hundred years of getting along with him.

And even now, Kelsen, who is somewhat disappointed after his expectations were met, is actually not sure that this is his original appearance.

The envoy slowly and gracefully drew a one-handed sword from his waist that was covered with a hydra carved from jade and looked like a ceremonial saber.

With a slight shake, the crackling decomposition force field began to operate over and over again.

"Come on." He said to Kelsen's unwilling face:

"Death is destined, but our ambitions will last forever!"

Before he finished speaking, the doors to the bridge and antechamber were penetrated by violent explosions.

With the smoke and dust raised by the explosion, the last perspective in Kelsen's consciousness when he turned around was like a short but dynamic picture:

He watched with his own eyes as a huge warrior, at least three meters tall and twice the size of an ordinary Astartes, leaped towards him.

The huge body wearing the distinctive Roman-style bronze armor was holding a shield with one hand, swatting away several Night Lords who wanted to block it.

The other hand was holding a powered halberd and throwing it at him with all its strength.

A deafening roar was coming out of the man's mouth. Kelson could vaguely see his lip shape from the loud explosion and the dust that rose all over the sky.

The man's lips and teeth, without a helmet, moved slowly in slow motion, clearly saying to him:

"In the name of the Emperor and the Titans, die with me!"

——

The orbital battle of Malus was coming to an end, and the Grey Knights led by Allen were also patrolling the surface of the planet alone under the frigate.

They believed that their gene father was here, and they were always encouraging their psychic energy to prepare to respond to his call at any time.

In fact, their preparations were correct and effective.

At this time, Calvin was close to running out of energy. Under the deliberate suppression and entrapment of the Demon Prince, he was only a step away from real defeat.

This might be the most suffocating battle he had ever fought in his life.

In his soul, the spiritual energy was like a vast ocean, and there was no end in sight;

But his still fragile body could not bear the burden brought by this huge power, and began to disintegrate terribly before the long battle.

"I understand what you are! You are not a mortal being like me!"

The demon prince laughed wildly, and at this time

he no longer pursued to kill Calvin here.

The existence of the power of order made Rebers misjudge Calvin's nature.

Although it is still unclear what Calvin's original form is, according to the instincts and laws of high-energy creatures, it still understands some of their common characteristics:

When the shackles of physical form in the real universe disintegrate with the annihilation of the flesh, it is also the day when their supreme life shows its original form.

The long life cycle and almost immortal characteristics of higher beings make their battles with each other more like a pastime to kill boring time in the journey of life rather than a life-and-death competition.

This is what Rebers is like at this time.

It was enjoying its time in the mortal world, and its encounter with Calvin was an unexpected surprise.

It had long forgotten the purpose of guarding here, but it was eager to expose Calvin's disguise and see him show his true form in front of it.

It had pushed Calvin to the brink more than once, but its instinct reminded it that if it really let the other party show his true form, it might be dangerous.

The battle continued under such unequal conditions.

One side was reckless but also had hidden fears;

One side had no way to retreat and could only choose to fight.

The more Calvin didn't want it and others to pass through here, the more it wanted to use this as a threat.

Once the attacking and defending sides knew each other's trump cards, there would be no fairness between them.

Calvin had been forced to fight head-on with Rebers countless times.

Whenever he tried to move away, the other side would move closer to the door of the furnace unscrupulously.

Calvin, who had no chance to breathe, became more and more exhausted, and his already withered physical strength and muscles had no chance to recover.

As time went by, the intensity of the confrontation between the two sides had obviously shifted.

The space left for Calvin was getting smaller and smaller, and Rebers, who was getting less and less interested in fighting, was losing patience.

"Let's fight!"

Calvin thought to himself. Calvin, who had no other choice, made up his mind to give up his life.

His spiritual energy began to surge again, but his organs began to fail accordingly.

Blood began to flow out of his mouth and nose, and the power fluctuations of spiritual energy became stronger and stronger.

He looked at the opposing demon and its followers with a firm gaze, which made Rebers, who was touched by his heart, temporarily retreat:

The super-standard power used at one time will definitely take away the demons here.

The destruction of the furnace can naturally be completed smoothly without external reinforcements.

As for himself, this lifelong battle can be regarded as the fulfillment of his wish.

Complex thoughts passed through Calvin's brain in an instant, and he was determined and no longer had any scruples.

The fire of order on the crown on his head in the spiritual world burned more violently than ever before.

Under the prayers of countless souls, the huge psychic energy turned into dazzling white light and scattered outward from every part of his body!

"Right there!"

The Grey Knights in the frigate on the track felt Calvin's fluctuations and instantly established a connection with each other!

"Right here!"

Calvin, who had returned to the Legion mode, reestablished a psychic connection with these strange yet familiar Grey Knights. His power was shared by hundreds of Grey Knights, and the pressure was greatly reduced.

Seeing hope again, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted towards the distant sky.

The requirements for purely human-led psychic transmission are extremely high, and mutual familiarity is a basic condition.

But each of these Grey Knights meets this condition!

Each of them was personally modulated and led by Calvin before they transformed from Astartes warriors into today's Imperial Blades!

Boom!

The huge psychic light scatters around with Calvin as the center, and it lasts for several full breaths!

After these precious few breaths, the hundreds of Grey Knights surrounding Calvin appeared in front of the Demon Prince and a group of Chaos Space Marines who were forced back by the light, with their eyes ready to fight!

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