The Emperor’s Angel of Death

But before Typhus could issue the order to abandon ship, the Slaughter-class cruiser carrying more than twenty wizards and Plague Marines exploded into scattered fragments under the continuous attack of more than a dozen anti-psyker missiles.

As the psychic energy weakened, more missiles pierced into the fleet, causing warships to explode or fall behind, and although their defensive weapons were firing at full power, they could not intercept all the missiles. Fortunately, Nurgle's warships were sturdy enough, and even in this situation, they only paid the price of forty-odd warships to break into the star system's defense perimeter.

"Destroy those damned defense installations!"

Under his command, the Plague Fleet began to move and fire, destroying the missile launch stations. However, soon after, a destroyer had just passed through the ruins of a launch station when it was struck by a dazzling laser, instantly exploding.

Drawing inspiration from Huron's Iron Ring built in Badab, Soshian also designed something similar in the Nateson star system. However, he wasn't as foolish as Huron, building it directly outside to alert people. The Nateson star system had some asteroid belts and independent stellar fragments, so Soshian had the Mechanicus secretly build large laser arrays in these stellar fragments and asteroid belts. Moreover, the firing direction was carefully designed, not to pursue the efficiency of eliminating the enemy, but to ensure that the enemy would be attacked from all directions, no matter which direction they invaded from.

Chaos is the most powerful defensive weapon.

"Master! Multiple energy signatures detected... too many! At least a hundred!"

At this moment, dazzling lasers pierced through the void, shooting towards the Plague Fleet. Their power might not be very strong, only posing a threat to small ships, but their firing angles were too tricky. There was firepower in almost any direction, 360°, which forced some small ships of the Plague Fleet to deviate from their planned course to avoid them, and their erratic movements interfered with the navigation of the large ships. The entire fleet suddenly went from being well-organized to being like headless flies. What's worse, since the enemies were not warships, they had to individually lock onto those distant stellar fragments to counterattack.

For the somewhat clumsy Plague Fleet, this was undoubtedly like using a big knife to swat mosquitoes.

Typhus was now starting to get angry. He had suffered such heavy losses before even fighting, and it seemed that luck was never on his side.

"Damn Soshian, what's the point of building such a good defense system! And those bastards from the Third Legion! Why didn't they say so in advance!"

For some reason, he always felt like he had fallen into a trap, but he quickly dismissed the thought, because this star system was undoubtedly at its weakest right now. If he couldn't take it down now, there would be no chance later.

Besides, if he couldn't take down a star system after gathering nearly half the legion's strength, then it would be difficult for Typhus to get along in the warp in the future.

"Forget it, what does the defense system matter... the wrath of the Father is not something that can be stopped by such tricks. Send the signal, let the Octuple Chant resound!"

For this attack, Typhus had planned for a long time, even secretly sending agents to infiltrate the star system. Their only task was to find a loophole that could access the Nateson star system's defense system.

After many failures, they finally found a flaw in the Nateson star system's system-wide broadcast system and controlled several technicians at Broadcast Station Nateson Seven through bribery and enticement.

Upon receiving the signal, those people immediately connected magnetic cards with scrap code to the broadcast station's data stream...

These scrap codes were the work of the Fourteenth Legion's Dimensional Blacksmiths. Among the entire Chaos rebels, the Fourteenth Legion and the Fourth Legion were the most skilled in this, but the Fourth Legion's scrap code was more aggressive, while the Fourteenth Legion's scrap code was more infectious.

In an instant, the entire Nateson star system's control center began to sound crazy alarms, even leering laughter. Many Tech-Priests began to spontaneously combust amidst screams, even growing deadly pustules, and the equipment also showed signs of rampant corruption, while the firepower attacking the Plague Fleet began to extinguish one after another.

"Hahahaha!!!!"

Typhus laughed wildly on the bridge, then reached out towards Nateson Four, slowly selected in the tactical display, as if to crush it in his hand.

"Glugor, take your Fourth Company to destroy Nateson Five. This is a glorious mission, you will like it."

In response, a strange laugh like some decaying thing whispering in a swamp came from the communicator.

"Worried I'll share your honor? You're still as much of a scumbag as ever... Lord of the Flies."

"I will remember your impudence, Glugor, if you want to challenge me, then feel free."

The former Second Company Captain Glugor was both an ally and an opponent to Typhus, but even someone as arrogant as Typhus had to admit the other's strength and the Father's favor. In this situation, tolerating that little bit of disrespect didn't matter.

Not to mention that the other party had already ascended to become a Daemon Prince, a height that Typhus had not yet reached, so in a sense, the grievances between the two came from the most superficial thing—jealousy.

"There will be plenty of time in the future."

Soon, the Plague Fleet began to disperse, with one part turning towards Nateson Five, while Typhus led the main force towards Nateson Four.

However, just as he was impatiently about to unleash the fury of revenge, a certain feeling made Typhus's decaying heart suddenly tighten, and then he heard the turbid and nervous voice of the communications officer.

"Master! The scrap... scrap code is rapidly receding! The enemy has restarted the defense system!"

"What!"

Silver light swept through the Nateson star system's defense system, communication system, and all electronic equipment like a breeze, blowing away the filth and dissolving the decay.

"Impossible! How could the Father's data sprites—"

Just as Typhus was driven almost mad by this change, even worse news came.

"Master! Detecting... no! It has appeared! It's a... it's a Gloriana-class battleship!"

Typhus raised his head, looking in astonishment at the scene appearing in the yellow-green display, the black behemoth appearing out of thin air from the void, like an angry master glaring at the invaders of its home. It was so huge, bizarre, with black spires towering on its bridge.

The next second, an invisible particle whip slashed through the void. The battle barge Venomous, heading towards Nateson Five and carrying nearly a quarter of the warriors of the Plague Fourth Company, disappeared instantly after a flash. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, followed by a terrible explosion. The entire warship turned into a supernova, scattering countless decaying fragments around.

Watching this scene, Typhus finally uttered only one angry sentence.

"Eidolon, you ass-selling bastard."