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The Primarch suddenly realized that, in the previous necromancy profiles, these silent, rusty, robot-like aliens had an extremely strong adaptability to extremely rapid acceleration.
No, even if they were faster, such a small number of ships would be like throwing eggs against rocks.
Perturabo began to calculate that if the first batch of Iron Warriors' torpedoes hit 30% of the enemy, they could destroy them as soon as they entered the attack range.
Is Death Guard so arrogant that he wants to teach him how to do things? Is his brother hiding behind the window watching him make a fool of himself?
Watching him cowardly disperse his fleet?
Peturabo remained still.
The order to attack was given, and a squadron of Iron Warriors cruisers sailed directly out of the defensive fleet and charged straight at the Necromancer ships!
the other side,
Preemptive attack?
Hades thought, "That's good too. We can test the opponent's speed in advance and break up their formation at the same time."
While these cruisers are likely to be sunk, they will provide the other Iron Warrior ships with time to change formation and react.
It seems the other person understood what he was saying.
Hades thought with relief.
But how did Danteok convince Perturabo? Hades was puzzled for a moment, but then he quickly dismissed the question. This was an internal matter for the Iron Warriors; what did a Death Guard like him care?
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Chapter 155 Giving the Space Necromancer a Small Shock
The vast and profound void was filled with the shimmering yellow light reflected from 106.
Closer, closer.
The Necromancers' scythe-shaped ships continued to glide slowly toward the main fleet of the Iron Warriors, their steady speed like a time bomb with a steady reading beside Peturabo.
The cruisers dispatched by the Iron Warriors went faster and faster, their plasma engines pushed to maximum, leaving trails of sapphire blue flames.
Soon, the Space Necromancer's ships entered the attack range of the Iron Warriors' cruisers, but the Iron Warriors did not attack first. Instead, they adjusted the formation of their ships, vaguely forming an encirclement in front of them.
But these sickle-shaped ships did not attempt to retreat as Peturabo had expected.
Were they given a death order to move forward?
In previous operational profiling analyses, these alien creatures, which resembled robots, seemed to truly live like robots, never retreating, never tiring, and never stopping.
Their superiors have absolute control over them; once an order is given, no subordinate will disobey, even if these undead wielding the most basic weapons face the next barrage of artillery fire from the Iron Warriors.
Thinking of this, Peturab's eyes flickered with an unreadable light, reflecting the qualities these foreign races had displayed.
Peturabo quickly pulled himself back to reality; this was a dangerous idea.
He stood silently on the deck of the Steelblood, the data cable beside his head transmitting real-time information from the foremost cruiser so that the legion commander could issue the latest orders immediately.
Meanwhile, on the ground at 106, at the edge of Mine Area 03, it was reported that an aircraft was spotted on the opposite side. In response, Peturabo deployed his own artillery support and sent out Stormbirds and other flying units.
There's nothing to worry about. Let that country bumpkin see the true art of warfare, instead of just piling his soldiers up on the battlefield.
[Fire.]
The order was given and precisely transmitted to the lead cruiser fleet. In an instant, a giant net formed by torpedoes tightly enveloped the undead fleet, and the trailing light of flames was dazzling.
It's over, or perhaps there's something about the enemy fleet's defenses that makes him reflect on it.
Perturabo turned his attention to the ground forces, where the Stormbirds were suffering relatively high losses.
[The scheelite requests an emergency communication—]
[The Red Copper requests an urgent communication—]
[The Cinnabar requests an emergency communication—]
【.】
In a mere instant, the vanguard cruiser received no fewer than dozens of emergency communication requests!
Peturabo quickly focused his thoughts on the cruiser's information beam, but after frantically calling out, all he received was deathly silence.
The expressions of those busy around the Primarch also became distorted.
A bad thought flashed through his mind like a streak of fire from a bomb, but it took him a fraction of a millisecond to calm himself down. He knew he was devoid of emotion, steel inside and out.
He activated the main fleet's information beam. Influenced by Peturabo's trust in various sensors and his disdain for naked-eye observation, he believed that the Steelblood did not need to be equipped with observation windows. Therefore, the legion commander could not directly observe the battlefield through the windows.
The signal from the bird servant instrument caused his expression to change.
The star field where the two ships made contact was filled with red warning symbols and gray failure symbols; there wasn't a single blue dot representing normal operation.
The live feed showed that the undead fleet was still moving along its straight path, but—their speed had increased to a level that terrified all of humanity!
Steel fragments exploded, a vibrant blend of bright red and sapphire blue, but it was no longer the scene of torpedoes exploding that Peturabo was familiar with. Countless fragments of cruisers, large and small, floated in the air due to inertia, the mournful cries of their mechanical self-destruction.
The lead cruiser, the Cinnabar, was torn to shreds by the Necromancer fleet, and now, the Necromancer fleet is charging straight towards the Steelblood's cluster!
[Spread out! Spread out! Σ formation!!!]
Compared to the anger and annoyance of being humiliated in front of the Death Guard, Peturabo, who was familiar with the fleet's data, realized what they were facing at this moment! Incredible astonishment and fear slowly crept up.
Hades stood by the porthole, staring intently at the sea to his left.
There, bright explosions kept erupting.
The torpedo exploded, the light spear ignited, and light was the only thing that pierced through the pitch-black void.
But within that dazzling and bright ball of light, the ethereal green of the space necromancer sped out like a speeding motorcycle, smoothly flying out of the Iron Warrior's attack range.
Too fast, really too fast.
The Necromancer fleet was nearing the limits of Hades's understanding. Even though it was at a considerable distance from the main combat zone, these Necromancer scythe-shaped ships could glide from one side of the observation window to the other in an extremely short time, tearing countless cruisers to shreds.
The once densely packed fleet of Iron Warriors immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
But Hades didn't speak. Just as the Space Necromancers and the Iron Warriors began their battle, he sent out a message to Mortarion to come and watch.
However, Mortalian, who is likely training with the Death Guard, will probably ignore this message. In order to get the legion commander to come over, Hades specially recorded a video of a space necromancer tearing apart a Steel Warrior cruiser.
In addition, Hades had placed all his fleets in a loosely organized state, ready to engage the enemy or flee at any time.
To be honest, after witnessing the performance of the Necromancer ships in space, Hades was no longer certain whether the small Barbaros fleet led by the Death Guard was capable of handling the enemy.
Hades unconsciously pursed his lips. Above his electronic left eye, which was flashing red light, the camera began to record, and the behavior trajectories of both parties were immediately transmitted to his left brain for analysis.
Although the Necromancers' ships scattered like cold water poured into hot oil, causing the Iron Warriors' ships to scatter instantly, Hades discovered that the Iron Warriors were not scattering randomly.
On the contrary, the Iron Warriors' fleet was regrouping, and the seemingly chaotic scene was to reduce their own losses.
Like a school of sardines in the ocean, dense and huge, when a shark rushes into the school, it immediately disperses, managing to hide each fish in the massive school.
Hades' understanding of empire and computation might suggest that an irregular model of calculating a few points on a two-dimensional plane could be solved by brute force using a computer.
However, if it's a three-dimensional space, and specifically the number of ships possessed by an entire legion, the computational workload and difficulty will increase exponentially.
And all of this was calculated by Peturabo's brain?!
Hades gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
The Iron Warriors' fleet did not stop moving; they changed formations as much as possible in space. After realizing that torpedoes could only cause limited damage to the Space Necromancers' ships, Perturabo began to maneuver his ships to fire at the ships at the extreme range of the light spears.
Meanwhile, Peturabo began predicting the trajectory of the opposing ships and deployed small ships with maximum firepower along their likely route. Under the cover of friendly firepower and formation, these reinforced ships charged straight toward the weak points of the Necromancer ships.
The undead charged into the innermost encirclement, where larger battleships began to unleash their firepower.
Overwhelmed and unable to keep up with the pace of the Iron Warrior ship, Hades' right eye was completely unable to keep up.
Most of the spaceships were painted in the dark gray of steel warriors, but with countless changes in formation and the interplay of explosions and firelight on their metal shells, they began to give people a sense of illusory etherealness.
In this hazy halo, a single emerald green particle went out.
? !
In the Death Guard command room, it seemed as if even breathing had fallen silent.
Hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, so loud they were almost unheard, but no one paid them any attention anymore.
Mortarian's gaze passed through the door and landed directly on the observation window in front of him.
The original was taken aback.
Compared to the mortals who couldn't understand, and Hades who needed the help of his electronic left brain to see clearly, Mortarian instantly understood Perturabo's command.
this.
Before the porthole, Hades stared in disbelief at the still-shimmering halos against the light. But the fall of one star could not dim an entire constellation. The undead fleet was about to bring the Ironblood and the Glory Queen of Iron Warriors into their attack range!
The Gaussian weapons on those undead ships began to shine brighter, and the muzzles, capable of being loaded with fragments of the dead star, began to aim.
The Iron Warrior's ship went even crazier. A few more green lights went out, and the Iron Blood dragged her graceful body, lifting her skirt as she ran backward. The shield adorned her skirt with a glittering jewel-like luster.
But within the layers of her skirt, countless deadly weapons were staring at these undead ships, which seemed like ants compared to her.
Seeing that the two sides were about to—
On board the Necromancer Elegy-class raider No. 0879, the Necromancer warriors are working in silence.
As beings of low aptitude, the undead warriors aboard the attack ship had no independent consciousness.
After the ground-based Tomb Senses detected that the fleet above 106 belonged to the same enemy as the forces attacking them on the ground, and that the number and size of this fleet met the minimum required number of destroyers (actually the main force of Iron Warriors plus a portion of the Death Guard ships),
They then dispatched them to drive away the enemies in space.
The deep-seated necromancers need to rest quietly, and these disturbing alien races need to be driven away. No one should disturb the slumber of the space necromancers.
After all, forcibly waking up prematurely would cause unpredictable damage to higher-level thinking, and the consciousness worn down over a long period of time can no longer withstand such damage.
The largest target enemy ship entered the space necromancer's ship range. Following pre-programmed behavior, the necromancer warriors conducted a detailed data scan of the enemy ship before their initial attack.
#￥%……&***&%￥？ !
A familiar yet vague message, one of the few things that instilled fear in the undead, arrived—
Not long ago, there were extremely small fluctuations of Star God fragments on this ship.
? ? ? ? ! ! ! !
An Alpha-class alarm instantly erupted from the attacking ship! These radio waves, flashing with frantic intelligence, were transmitted directly to the tomb consciousness on the ground at 106. The information was far beyond what was expected, and coupled with the tomb's inherent wear and tear, the entire tomb consciousness experienced an extremely brief period of inactivity—
[Protocol error, warning, lag, lag, lag]
In the battle zone of Mine 03, the Iron Warrior watched as the once densely packed undead warriors began to lag. At this moment, the undead who died would not be able to resurrect through the protocol.
Above the sky, the undead flying vehicle, which had previously seemed to have entered a no-man's land, began to fall—
On the planet, the assault ship that was about to enter the core area of the Iron Warriors suddenly came to a stop.
Perturabo seized the opportunity and tore the undead ships to shreds in a very short time!
The culprit who caused all this was still staring blankly out the porthole with a puzzled expression.
While the Iron Warrior's downing of the enemy is something to celebrate, in Hades' left-brain simulation, it would never have been the outcome.
The undead ships seemed to suddenly come to a standstill.