Chapter 710 Idealism

One day ago.

Planetary Defense Force Command.

The bearded supreme commander, Valtov, and his lieutenant stood around the holographic map of the planet. The dense red dots symbolized that the war situation on the planet was not optimistic.

"We need support." Valtov said calmly, "The greenskins and the bugs don't even need to decide the winner. The aftermath of their war is enough to destroy us."

"But we won't have support. The invasion suffered by Macragge is the most serious, even more terrible than the Tyranid War three hundred years ago."

"Emperor." Valtov shook his head. He was already in despair, but his responsibilities did not allow him to easily unload the burden.

"General!" A surprised call came from the liaison in the command room, "We successfully connected to the communication of an imperial army! They want to talk to you!"

"Very good! Connect to the call!" Valtov's eyes suddenly lit up with hope. Whether the people on this planet can survive depends entirely on this support fleet.

"This is the Idealist Fleet. I am Angelfrod, the supreme commander of the fleet."

"Hello." Valtov wanted to explain the situation to Angelfrod, but the fleet commander obviously didn't want to waste any time and waved his hand to signal Valtov to shut up.

"The command of the planet will be handed over to me next. You have the power to report to the Military Affairs Department and the Ultramar District Government, but in such an emergency, you have no right to refuse. So, I will send the first batch of troops to take over control. Please clear a spacious and flat area to welcome reinforcements. For the Emperor."

The communication was interrupted. Valtov received too much information at once and didn't react for a while.

"General, what should we do?"

"Do as they say." Valtov gritted his teeth and said, "Clear the Savas Square outside the headquarters. It is the only flat and open area near us."

"There are a lot of bugs there, General."

"There are a lot of bugs on this planet!" Valtov ordered firmly, "Let the 5513 Armored Regiment and the 112, 113, and 114 Reserve Regiments clear the square, and the 223 Artillery Regiment provide them with support."

The order was quickly conveyed to each combat unit, and they would go to Savas Square to clean up the bugs.

The Idealist Fleet was the support fleet from the Great Canteen, but they were not the main force, just a squadron responsible for support.

The main fleet was heading straight to Macragge with the Primarch, trying to destroy the Behemoth Hive Fleet, which was once again prosperous.

Although it was only a squadron, the power in Angelflood's hands should not be underestimated.

Their fleet was a mixed fleet, with some human, Eldar, and Tau ships mixed in.

There are about 800 ships in total, but the most noteworthy ones for Angelflood are the five 30-kilometer-long Hope-class battleships designed by Odermayer himself and produced in the gaseous star matter printing factory of the Great Dining Hall.

What an exaggerated size, even the glory of the empire - the Queen of Glory-class battleship cannot reach the Void Legend under his feet.

The Indomitable Truth is only 28 kilometers long.

The Glory of Macragge is only 26 kilometers long.

The only other ships that can be compared with the Hope battleship, apart from the Abyss-class battleship that existed in ancient legends, are the Emperor's Fantasy of Destruction.

Such a huge battleship requires very few crew members. As long as there are 50,000 excellent students who graduated from the Naval Academy, the battleship can play 100% efficiency.

The flapping eagle is the bow of the ship, and the ship is full of complex buildings composed of churches.

These churches are not decorations. The stripping arcs ejected from the towering spires are enough to cause great damage to any enemy that approaches.

The battleships condense countless secret technologies, which are technologies that even the great sages of the Mechanicus cannot fully understand. These great sages who are like the incarnation of omniscience in the eyes of mortals can only kneel at the feet of Odemayer and offer deep worship for the depth and breadth of her sea of ​​knowledge.

The engine room is silent and unusually cold. Good heat dissipation and defibrillation methods have made the energy utilization rate of the engine reach an incredible level.

In addition to the stripping arcs of the church spires, the countless technological artillery hidden on the surface of the battleship is even more powerful.

The huge macro cannons with rotating muzzles and mechanical recovery loaders fascinate the mechanical priests. They would rather die of exhaustion in the macro cannon room than understand the ingenious layout of mechanical parts.

As long as I give an order, the rain of bullets will tear apart everything that blocks me.

Angerfrod felt infinite pride in his heart, but he was not blinded by pride because he became a commander.

He knew that this battleship was only powerful in the eyes of these ignorant people. In front of Ms. Odemaier, these battleships were just assembly line products that balanced power and cost.

The only battleship that really only considered power was the 150-kilometer-long, 70-kilometer-high, and 60-kilometer-wide behemoth.

The super battleship named Rebecca, which integrates cargo, combat, scientific research, and colonization.

But this kind of battleship still seemed to not satisfy the great sage Odemaier. There must be more technological treasures in her wise and thin body.

"What a great power." Angelflood trembled, and excited goose bumps climbed up his skin, and his face turned red.

With his hands behind his back, he looked up.

It was a portrait of Odermayer. Angelflood had seen it many times in the Naval Academy, but he still couldn't get enough of this face.

"Remember your original intentions, remember your knowledge, you are the best who have passed many examinations and have absolute dedication and sacrifice."

After reciting this passage silently, this was the only wealth that Angelflood obtained after being selected as the captain.

Yes, this was his only wealth.

As the supreme commander of the fleet, he only had the power to command and display his talents.

Material enjoyment had nothing to do with him. He disdained the exquisite and wasteful meals of the nobles; he didn't care about the beautiful and charming succubus; he especially hated the abuse of public power to form gangs and make the family prosperous for generations.

This battleship, from the captain to the maintenance worker. They all met the basic needs of life. They were well fed and clothed, had a good family, and learned abundant knowledge that the mechanical priests dared not think of.

Now they pursue higher ideals, fighting for the Emperor who protects humanity, and for the poor people who suffer in countless worlds.