The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 3152: Ambush Forces Unleashed

“No need to rush, we have plenty of time.”

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Hearing Tahril's nonchalant words, the Lama concubine straightened up, smiling as she slowly waved her fan, stirring the surrounding air.

“It seems you are very confident in this battle.”

“After all, we are the hunters this time, but to be honest, I don't think boarding is a good choice. When they recklessly use their psychic powers, poison crystals alone won't be enough to resist. Let those fools from the other cabals go to their deaths. We just need to stay far away and enjoy the final fruits of victory, preferably blasting those idiots along with the Eternal Court's fools.”

“Hehe, I knew it. The Supreme Overlord called so many cabals not just for the Dragon's Nest. The Death Guard has shaken his rule, and he needs to weaken his rivals. They are a bunch of fools, worse than fools, they are a bunch of stupid beasts.”

She closed her fan and used it to gesture across his cheek a few times. The Archon smiled and gently pushed the fan aside, explaining in a low voice:

“They are just excited, as they should be. This will be a very pleasant outing, don't you think? Look at this, this destruction is so beautiful.”

“Then the Supreme Overlord can guarantee that these forces can destroy the Eternal Court's fleet?”

Tahril sighed.

“What do you think the cabals have been doing all these years? If we couldn't even investigate this, our heads would have been cut off by our rivals long ago.”

In the past, he would have been angry, but today he just smiled tolerantly. He didn't know why he was in such a good mood. Then he led the concubine to the tactical display, where slaves chained and implanted were squatting below, manipulating the device. With each tap of their pale, slender fingers, the entire nebula and everything awaiting the Reavers became clear.

“Since the Fall, this may be the largest civil war the Aeldari race has ever seen. Even with the empire's collapse and the old gods' demise, we are still slaughtering each other under the ancient stars. Isn't that fascinating? We never tire of self-destruction.”

Staring at the huge Night Butterfly, Tahril's gaze was somewhat obsessive.

“Destroying it must be a unique kind of beauty.”

“Then why not just take it?”

“Because there must be something terrifying on it, maybe a monkey with phoenix wings.”

At this moment, a cabal warrior responsible for communications issued a low hiss.

“Master, all enemy fleets have entered the designated attack range.”

“Withdraw to the designated position.”

Soon, the Black Heart Kabal's ships began to retreat, while the Tears of Heaven fleet pursued relentlessly. Dazzling lasers, plasma, phantom-like missiles, and various types of fighters filled the void in the chase.

Ships exploded continuously, throwing their occupants into the cold void and the Hungry Lady's greedy stomach, but overall, the Black Heart Kabal's ships suffered absolute losses due to their smaller tonnage. They found it difficult to sink even a small enemy ship, and their speed and maneuverability made it hard to evade the enemy capital ships' fire.

Boom—

A crisp explosion shook the bridge. Tahril ignored the tense damage reports and continued to watch the Tears of Heaven's formation.

Soon, they reached the edge of the nebula.

“Master, should we send the signal—”

Tahril raised his hand.

“Don't rush, wait, wait a little longer, see if they have any more fleets.”

Just a few minutes later, a tense voice rang out.

“Second fleet detected!”

A satisfied smile squeezed out of Tahril's gaunt, gloomy face.

“I knew it, they still have some basic naval warfare knowledge.”

“The enemy fleet is attacking from the flank, trying to encircle our army!”

“That's right, if you're going to attack, you have to eat them in one bite, otherwise what's the difference between winning and losing? Just one fleet, we can still run away if we want to. This time the number is right.”

Soon, this Tears of Heaven sub-fleet attacked from the Black Heart Kabal's flank. At this point, all 138 ships of the Tears of Heaven fleet had appeared, which matched the intelligence Tahril had received.

As for the Starcutter Fleet, according to intelligence, they had not taken any action and were still patrolling the various territories of the Eternal Court.

“Send the signal to Sanak, it's time to enter.”

In the cloud of meteor ice and various star fragments, a huge warship lurked, its lines smooth and flowing, like a well-fed snake with its back arched, without color, without emblems, but distorting the light around the hull, hidden in the light of a distant dying sun.

It was one of the galaxy's deadliest predators, undetectable by its prey's senses.

At least, that's what its master thought.

For thousands of years, it had been sleeping in Commorragh's secret shipyards, until recently it was awakened. As a super-warship built by Commorragh's great nobles of the past, these ships were given a unique name—Doom Hauler.

That's right, the weapon of the Blood God Kaela Mensha Khaine, which also indirectly proved their power.

Many of its weapons and equipment belonged to lost technology, and they were also rarely equipped with high-powered energy shields, as well as terrifying dark matter cannons and giant disintegrator cannons, and hundreds of fighters.

However, due to the inability to use psychic energy, this type of giant warship required a large number of personnel and high-level technicians to operate, making it very expensive to use. In addition, raiding activities did not require such huge and conspicuous warships. After Commorragh evolved from the noble era to the cabal era, these giant ships used for main force battles lost their function and were eventually divided up by the various cabals and returned to sleep in the shipyards.

On the warship's observation deck, Archon Sanak sat lazily on his command throne, waving a fan made of large bird feathers, hoping to appear intelligent through this boring gesture.

“My arm is tired.”

As he spoke, among the few concubines who could hear him, one quickly stepped forward to take over his work.

He glanced lazily at his personal Bloodbride, who was being surrounded by a large group of hunched and masked Wracks. This terrifying monster was tall and thin, most of its body hidden under robes sewn from the flayed and dried skin of living beings, its face covered by a layer of constantly and gently shifting flesh mask, its features constantly changing.

Tendrils of mixed metal and muscle tissue stretched from his reinforced spine, these abominable artificial limbs lifting him into the air, while his two withered legs were tied together with straps, dangling loosely below his body.

The Bloodbride's monkey pet squatted aside, silently watching its master perform surgery. It was a stout beast, all muscle, violent impulses from head to toe, yet barely restrained in a way that Sanak did not understand at all, wearing only a featureless iron helmet, reminiscent of the Wracks' masks, and a loincloth, revealing its slender limbs and scarred skin.

“These monkeys are getting more and more annoying.”

Muttering, he reached into the low-cut dress of a concubine beside him, slowly rubbing, causing the other party to let out a moan and giggle.

“Master!”

An urgent voice came from not far away. Sanak withdrew his hand and stood up, he didn't need to know what followed.

“Send the signal! All ships attack! Let us hunt these white fools who worship monkeys!”