God Emperor’s Angel of Death

In just a few seconds from the destruction of the fleet, Malakin felt that he had fully understood the tactics that Soshian had previously hinted at.

"Sacrifice."

He coldly summarized:

"The altar of victory is full of victims."

Chapter The priest of the Holy Blood is standing by his side at the moment, shook the head after hearing this remark.

"This is the price that must be paid for victory. War cannot be controlled by kindness. The Chapter is long."

"Perhaps this is their way of war."

Malagin didn't have any expressions, just called the attack vector from the technical priest.

"But it's not mine."

He carefully examined the attacker in front of him--there was a part of the green-skin battleship that was not affected, and he picked one out of them. The biggest one.

It is like a monster with a majestic head and a blood-stained spine, with a curved spine and smoke from the thrusters surrounding the body.

"It looks almost intact, so let us take care of it."

The Mother of Tears drove straight into the center of the battlefield through a storm of flames and destruction, with strong power The engine easily makes it draw a large-angle arc.

On both sides of her, other battleships are also launching attacks on the restless greenskin fleet.

The naval gun spews out raging flames, covering the vacuum like dark clouds.

The light battleship of the Imperium Navy now adopts a tactic similar to that of greenskins. They use firepower as a cover. After spotting the target, they go straight in regardless of the long drive, and then throw torpedoes at close range.

At this moment, the battleships are still keeping a distance from the battlefield, continuously outputting firepower, only the Mother of Tears without the slightest hesitation rushes towards the center of the hell, straight to the source of the destruction storm.

"Chapter, someone is calling us."

The voice of the Star Whisperer Lord on the Mother of Tears came from afar.

"It's the Spark."

"Wait a minute."

Malakin gave a reply without even thinking about it, his attention The force has completely fallen on the battleship in front of him.

"When we clean up this guy, we will talk back, my long sword can't wait to get some blood."

The green-skin battleship will naturally not wait to die, it will do well too. Prepared to fight back.

Two huge concussion guns protruded from its heavy bow, and many scars can be seen on its flanks, but they are not enough to pose a threat to it.

In that bottomless pit-like muzzle, there is endless crackling, which is undoubtedly a signal that this horrible weapon is being charged.

"It's close enough."

Malagin calmly ordered.

"Let's launch the main light spear."

The gunners of the Mother of Tears have been waiting for orders from the Chief Chapter.

After receiving the instruction, the air reverberates with the roar of energy circulation, the promethium igniter is also ready for ignition, and the long-standing plasma roar in the shunt continues.

As soon as the sound of firing sounded, the light spear carried pierce gold and split stone and swept across the secluded abyss in front of him, and leaped forward.

This attack sturdyly pierced the bow of the green-skin battleship, where it happened to be loaded with the concussion gun. The collision of the two energies instantly released a violent shock wave, and then It was a strong explosion.

The green-skin battleship lost its balance, and its engine ran frantically, trying to stabilize the hull.

"Continue."

The Mother of Tears continued to roar, and its side platoon kept firing, trying to open a gap in the shield.

When the distance between them was shortened to less than a hundred kilometers, the light spear fired again, accurately hitting the enemy ship that was already on the verge of collapse.

"Send it on the road!"

Malajin yelled, clenching his fists hard.

At the same time, the shelling from the green-skinned ship hit the Mother of Tears, causing waves of shock on the Void Shield, and they squeezed towards the bottom hull.

At that moment, the bridge was violently tossed, and the scene on the observation window turned to pitch black, leaving only a trace of static electricity shaking, but the storm came and went quickly.

Only this attack could not stop the footsteps of this ancient relic. The technical priest maximized the power of the Mother of Tears, hurried through the rain of guns and bullets, and shot the last glowing spear. Clear out obstacles.

After adjusting the position, the ship slowed down, exhausted all its energy, and fired for the third time.

The impossible miss at such a short distance, the light spear pierced the protective cover of the green ship in an instant, turning them into a group of dazzling fragments sputtering around.

A bigger disaster is coming one after another, the bombed shield ignited flames on the hull, and penetrated further into the hull along the weak part.

The Mother of Tears immediately cut to the starboard position of the green-skin ship, and the cannon fire poured out like a gust of wind and rain.

At first, the green-skin battleship was beaten weakly to fight back. Its roof burned, and plasma dispersed everywhere.

After a while, it reluctantly fired a laser beam at the Mother of Tears, but the scarlet traces crawling across the hull like a spider web had exposed the deadliest problem-this was a sign of implosion.

"Let's withdraw!"

Malakin ordered with satisfaction:

"Enough is enough!"

The battle barge goes to the right Turn the rudder and exhaust all the power of each engine to ensure that the distance from the victim is widened.

When the Mother of Tears was less than 20 kilometers away, the reactor of the Greenskin Battleship finally exploded, tearing the whole ship from the inside into all split up and in pieces, and the chassis also broke. It fell into pieces and collapsed.

Then, a wave of distorted shock swept past, and its wake engulfed all the small ships around it.

Even the Mother of Tears was affected by the pouring and spreading shock wave, the gravity generator was damaged, the hull sank suddenly, and the air supply pipe on the bridge vault was shaking endlessly. .

The sound of the explosion from the lower deck echoed inside the ship, which undoubtedly showed that the engine room was also damaged.

"Keep your course and speed up!"

Despite the fact that the ship is currently suffering from the reactionary impact caused by their killing, Malakin roared excitedly on the throne.

"Get ready to light the spear, and then choose a goal for me!"

He has not tasted victory for too long, the gloom and despair accumulated for a long time in this brief moment All broke out and turned into unspeakable madness.

The corpse of the ship wrapped in flames slid past the Mother of Tears, rubbing against the void shield, but in the end it did not penetrate it.

Most of the fragments that hit the hull of the ship, or the debris that has been wiped from it, are still burning, and bright rays of light are lit up whenever they fall on the shield.

The warriors of the Weeper Chapter rejoiced for every wreckage in front of them, and mortals joined the celebration.

They already knew it was time to destroy the enemy-attacking with overwhelming firepower, making the enemy completely unprepared, unable to resist, and disintegrating in an instant.

For such an adversary, strategy is no longer useful, and only a brutal attack is the way to win.

At this time, the communications officer shouted loudly.

"Starfire's emergency direct connection, my lord!"

"What happened?"

Malagin immediately opened the public channel.

First there was a crackling sound and static si si, and then he heard an urgent sound.

"Malagin Chapter is long, come quickly for reinforcements! Nazdreg is going to run!!!"