The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"It turns out the number of defense fleets in this star system is much larger than expected."

Typhus finally realized that the intelligence he received was shockingly inaccurate. Previously, he thought the slaughter-class cruiser 'Tianhua' leading a fleet that intercepted a defense fleet was already the main force of the star system's defense fleet. But in reality, they were just a decoy, with less than fifty ships. The real main force of the defense fleet had already bypassed the Plague Fleet's flank while Typhus focused his attention on the Avista.

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"Mortarion is a pig, and his sons will only be stupider than him."

In the empty bridge, Elena's contemptuous voice echoed between the dome and the railings. Through the observation window in front, the Plague Fleet seemed to be turning clumsily.

"Your Majesty, has he left?"

Also on the bridge of the Avista, but with more luxurious decorations, attendants and warriors could be seen walking past. A giant wearing red and black armor and a magnificent robe sat on the throne, looking lost. A petite figure walked carefully to his side, wearing a well-tailored skirt-style armor, her black hair woven into braids and hidden under a translucent white veil.

Hearing the person next to him speak, the giant turned his head slightly, a smile squeezed onto his handsome face, his short black beard making him look a little haggard.

"Just left."

"Did something happen?"

"Ah, nothing really."

Xerxes turned his head to look at the observation window. Around the shattered green-skinned combat planet, the fleet marked with the Fourteenth Legion was gathering, preparing to leave.

"Just a little uneasy."

"Uneasy?"

"My brother, I don't know what he hates. What exactly happened on Barbarus..."

"I think that Lord Mortarion is quite normal? Although a bit gloomy, he seems much calmer compared to Lord Leman Russ."

"It's different. Russ is just irritable, but Mortarion isn't angry. Anger is like the shavings from planing wood, a spark ignites it, it burns fiercely, but it goes out quickly. But Mortarion's hatred is like charcoal embers. In winter, a little charcoal is placed in the ashes for warmth. The charcoal fire is small, but it lasts a long time, always refusing to go out. Moreover, his view of the world has clearly drilled into a strange dead end, like a fish swimming in water, but desperately trying to prove that water doesn't exist."

Saying that, Xerxes shook his head.

"The way he is, I'm worried he'll cause a disaster in the future."

Drawing herself from her thoughts, Elena stared at the projection of the 'End of Days' on the screen.

"I heard that this ship has been rampaging in the galaxy for tens of thousands of years, so today will be its true end."

"Mistress!"

But Mu Hu's voice suddenly came, followed by several screens lighting up, showing blurry images from one of the tens of thousands of monitoring stations in the star system. A fleet could be seen speeding away like an arrow from a bow.

"A fleet suddenly appeared, they are not many in number, but they are very fast."

Soon, more lenses appeared. On the hulls of those ships with flamboyant decorations and inlaid with a large amount of gold, there was a number - III.

"The Third Legion."

Elena narrowed her eyes, her expression becoming serious.

"I expected that they might intervene, but I didn't expect... They must have used some means to conceal themselves, and chose several of the fastest strike cruisers. Their target is directly at Nason IV. Do they expect to attack a planet with just a few ships? Hmm, no, Mu Hu, send a signal to the Changer of Ways. The enemy's target is the orbital facilities. They are definitely planning to capture the orbital defense facilities and then aim them at the Chapter Monastery Fortress on the ground. The Changer of Ways must find a way to stop the Third Legion's ships."

Just as she was considering whether to withdraw, the observation window of the warship flickered a few times. It was an attack from another direction. Elena glanced at it and saw the attackers.

Another fleet of the Third Legion, mainly two battleships and six cruisers.

Their hulls shimmered with inlaid gems and decorative gilding, spreading like cancer across their surfaces. Other ships had obvious wear and tear, exposing the solid auramite, proudly displaying the pressure they had endured under enemy fire. Still others had claw marks, places where their Geller fields had failed or been weakened, marks left by unspeakable creatures from the warp tearing at the hull, like scars left on flesh.

There were even many ships decorated on the outside with human corpses, frozen in the embrace of the void.

"Want to hold me back? Then come on."

Elena's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, then she said softly:

"Mu Hu, has that signal been sent?"

"It was sent five minutes ago!"

"Good, then, let us continue this dance of death."

"Faster, faster, faster!"

On the bridge of the ship, Lucius's gaze was fixed on the approaching Nason IV. Even his attention and emotions were gradually leaving his mind. As the planet's defense systems fired fiercely at the ship, causing sparks to fly and the bridge to shake constantly, he felt his perception was becoming bland, gray, and uninteresting.

The Imperishable flicked his once lustrous long hair - now sparse, greasy, and matted into strands - then ran his hand over his face. The scarred, fragile, and dry skin stretched tightly over his sunken cheeks, confirming that he was far from the perfection he had always pursued.

Even now, Fabius's words still echoed in his mind.

"Without defeating that person, you may always be incomplete. I can only erase a part of your former pride, otherwise you will never be able to stand up."

He was angry that Fabius had taken liberties with him, but he also knew that without Fabius, he might still be indulging in the pleasures of that veiled thing, or being amused by it... He didn't remember what it was.

He didn't even remember what had defeated him, but he only remembered what he had to defeat, and that thing, that thing...

"Master, the Chief Lord Commander wants us to be ready for boarding in three minutes. The enemy's defensive firepower is very fierce, so we must launch boarding torpedoes within ten seconds of passing over high orbit. He will lead us to glory."

Hearing these words, Lucius sneered. Eidolon was not commanding the fleet, but insisted on doing this 'dirty work', which showed how strong his desire to steal credit was.

After all, fighting a powerful Glory Queen was far less 'glorious' than slaughtering on an unprepared planet.