Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

This simple numerical crushing undoubtedly hit the great sage's sweet spot, and the Mechanicus liked it. Don't talk about coordinated operations or other empty talk. I don't need companions. The most exciting thing is to be invincible alone.

The weapon configuration is a standard battleship-class weapon array, with a bombardment turret on the ridge, two macro cannon turrets, and six heavy macro cannon weapon arrays on the side. In addition, it is the combination of high-speed power ram and torpedo that the Imperial Navy loves the most. If it were before, he would definitely despise it - if there is space to install this, it is better to add an invincible nova cannon.

But after being punished by the orcs' tactic of ramming and boarding, he also had new ideas. Perhaps, a tactic that has been used for 10,000 years must have its merits. After all, it was not him who rammed the orcs, so why reject a powerful tactic? In a sense, the oil men are quite open-minded.

The hymn that enveloped the entire warship suddenly paused, and a shrill alarm suddenly sounded, followed by a majestic and dignified voice, "The fleet is about to leave the subspace, Geller must do his utmost, and the law enforcement team must maintain order!" The great sage Far knew that this was the voice of Kronstadt, the Grand Marshal of the Crusade (War Marshal).

Although it was strange for the Admiral of the Astra Militarum to command the navy, the Great Sage Farr did not want to get involved in the mess within the Imperial Army. Completing the deal was the most important thing to him, and the academic disputes within the Mechanicus could really turn into a war!

He must reorganize his fleet and legions before those restless orphans can really do anything. Killing servitors, skitarii, and even light warships are easy, but the key is battleships! Battleships cannot be bought in the entire empire. You can only wait for your turn at the shipyard or get lucky and pick up a space hulk.

It can even be said that each battleship is an important asset of the faction it belongs to. It is precisely because of the terrifying value of the battleship that he, a great sage, would condescend to come and trade in person. Of course, there are some things that even a dead man would not say.

Could it be that the meat-mincing war with over a million casualties in just three days on his flagship and the greenskins' almost bizarre collision tactics made him feel the approach of death for the first time?

The bloody and exciting melee combat awakened the human side of him, but unfortunately, it was a flawed side. When the green-skinned alien, who was a head taller than him, broke through the flawless defense line he had calculated, the rough and huge monomolecular battle axe not only brought down the half-dead body of the Skitarii, but also his calmness and contempt.

When the graviton beam and the phosphide hand gun melted most of its body but failed to stop its charge, he realized the limitations of his flesh and blood brain - he was afraid. Even now, when he gently touched the several centimeters deep cut, he seemed to be back on the battlefield.

The pass formed between the two asteroid belts is the most dangerous terrain in the Voss Prime system. As long as the enemy is not mindless and stubborn and wants to touch the asteroid belt that the Mechanicus has cultivated for thousands of years, this seemingly safe passage is the only choice. But this empty space is not for beauty, but a death passage that fully demonstrates the firepower of the Mechanicus.

The Grand Sage Farr arranged a Domination II array that could fully utilize the firepower advantage of the Mechanicus. Three mechanical arks pointed at the passage at a 45-degree angle, six battleships were arranged in a battle line to cover each other's fragile tail engines, and various types of cruisers were arranged in an orderly manner to form a majestic steel mountain range.

The neatly-formed formation can be described as a mountain range from the front and a peak from the side, with dense broadside firepower directed at the pass. The terrifying artillery fire of this steel mountain range in the void is enough to tear apart all enemies. Even a legendary Queen of Glory will surrender to this mighty army!

——He did think so before the war started.

But it was different, totally different! The tactics of the orcs were completely different from the oilers, black oilers, or pirates of various races that he had torn apart before. He had never believed such a scene before - the world was moving!

No, it wasn't the world that was moving, but all the reference objects in front of them were moving - that was the Orc fleet! A shrill alarm instantly resounded throughout the fleet, "Warning! Warning! The alien fleet has jumped out of the subspace! Coordinates 133,230,632. 3600km away from our ship 'General' Mechanical Ark!"

What was completely covering their iron mountain range was not the world, but the Orc fleet, but what difference did it make? At this distance, there was no way to avoid it. They met on a narrow road...

The next moment, a variety of glows lit up the universe! The trajectory of the macro cannon was covered by a variety of dazzling light spears and lasers, but this did not mean it was weak. On the contrary, for the void shield and the orc shield, the killing effect of the physical macro cannon was far ahead of the light spear.

In this overly bright star field, the macro cannon seemed to have become an invisible killer. The weak light cruiser-class void shield could not even withstand the battleship Giegie's thick and large bombardment cannon. It was partially overloaded at the moment of contact, allowing the hot projectile to break through the membrane and drive straight in, destroying and shattering the entire ship, and finally turning into a rare spark.

This scene was not uncommon. The suppression power of large battleships on light ships was even more terrifying than imagined. Although they were caught off guard, if things continued to develop like this, it was only a matter of time before the Mechanicus, with a nine-to-one battleship advantage, would win. But the orcs never played by the rules.

"Why are they still speeding up?" Fal, who didn't know what would happen, was calculating at high speed. It was obvious that the best choice for the orcs was to change direction and form a battle line two minutes and 21 seconds ago. With their high speed and numerical advantage, they could retain % of their troops for evacuation after replacing two battleships.

If we speed up any further, we will enter the gravitational capture zone of their fleet, and it will not be so easy to change direction and escape at that time. Farr couldn't help but feel sad for the stupidity and lack of calculation of the alien commander on the opposite side.

I have already passed the last opportunity to change formation. Are you trying to crash into me? Wait, crash into me...

Damn, this is impossible! When a small boat hits a big ship, the greenskins will suffer. Farr tried to convince himself, but his logic had already given the answer - the collision was predicted to happen in one minute and thirty-two seconds. "All fleets accelerate, prepare for collision!" He finally chose to believe this answer.

What is the answer for the greenskins? The answer is that the orcs don’t think too much, the big red button has been lit, hammer him!

"Waaaaaagh!!!" The surging Ork fleet finally appeared at this moment. They poured out from every hole of the battleship, just the opposite of their cousins ​​who only had the same name. At this distance, they were invincible! The Orcs were a race born for war. Death was just a form for them.

This tactic, which even the most elite human pilots would not execute, was displayed in front of Farr. Releasing a group of fighter planes to disrupt the enemy's movements during the collision was a madman's idea, but when this tactic was actually executed, it was indeed a disastrous scene.

Thousands of fighter planes flew past the escort fleet that had lost its air defense formation like lightning, and headed straight for the battleship line. How much air defense could a thin straight line provide? When preparing for the collision, all the Mechanicus fighter planes were uniformly controlled and transferred to the periphery of the expected collision area. The correct decision to reduce losses turned out to be fatal news at this time.

Air defense, air defense, nine out of ten defenses are useless. Without the cover of fighter planes, the orcs' air force was like a no man's land. The glory of the God of All Machines sank humiliatingly under the large amount of filth splashed by the orcs' giant. Plasma bombs and modified goods with more orc characteristics tainted the gorgeous adamantine armor and precious equipment of various types.

But the damage they caused was far more than that. When the engine of the first main fleet displayed in Farr's head, a battleship beside him, turned red, the real disaster happened.

Chapter 14: Biting the Tail

"Leave the warp, the fleet rises!" Waves of vibrations confirmed the words of the Warmaster. Amid the strange ripples of the warp, a huge fleet of 72 ships was ejected from Mandeville Point. The huge impact caused the entire fleet to shake, but it was not enough to affect Farr's body. It was just that this familiar feeling brought back his memories -

In an instant, the unimaginably strong vibration made Farr swallow all his words. His huge body weighing several tons was suddenly lifted up and embedded in the metal wall, and two Skitarians' flesh pads were also destroyed.

The left main engine of the Retribution-class battleship "Golden Journey" beside him was unfortunately damaged in the air raid, but the biggest problem was that this fierce horse actually bit his horse's tail! *Binary swear*!

The starboard side of his Ark was almost completely ripped open! Such an injury was enough to keep his beloved in the shipyard for several years.

Because of the new members, the speed of the "General" mechanical ark suddenly increased, and it almost scraped another mechanical ark "Suzuka". It was already tragic enough, but in order to prevent a chain collision, the entire fleet slowed down, making it a luxury to avoid the orc fleet.

The last thing he saw on the screen was a wave of steel sweeping in, with the fastest raiders first crushing the outer light fleet. Anyone who still had some humanity in him would be shocked by this tragedy.

In the silent universe, this was the most bloody and dreamlike scene. The most direct and brutal collision of thousands of armored heavy cavalry was like the collision and compression of two continents! The adamantine skeleton had never been so fragile, but even the broken wreckage was equally deadly. In the clusters of brocade, the two fleets were silently dying.

In a thousandth of a second, more than half of the fleets on both sides turned into wreckage in silence. The power of any individual was extremely weak at this moment. The normally indestructible void shield became like a piece of paper in front of two or even several giants weighing tens of millions of tons. Of course, so did they themselves.

The lucky warships penetrated each other in the initial collision, and were scattered under the combined effects of the reactor explosion and the strong stress. Their broken hull fragments were comparable to the main guns of battleships at this moment, and the guys who just survived had no time to celebrate before their hulls were torn apart by endless fragments.

They were the unlucky ones - surviving in space for a moment was not a good thing. The lucky ones were the guys on the capital ships, which were bigger and tougher enough to withstand a few physical confrontations with their predecessors. But the war had just passed the advanced part, not the end.

How can there be luck in war? War is to destroy everything beautiful. Boarding? No, this is fundamentalist boarding - countless orcs swarmed onto the greenskin warship. Fal realized that the orcs were not here to plunder, these madmen just came here to fight!

They were fighting for the sake of war! But it was too late.

In the collision just now, the flagship "General" mechanical ark was the one that received the most attention from the greenskins. Now even Fal, who built it, couldn't recognize it. With two battleships attached, it looked like a space wreck. Its once beautiful appearance and symbol of the God of All Machines was now covered with all kinds of debris.

Countless fanatical greenskins poured out from the countless wreckages and the orc battleship around. They were no longer satisfied with just destroying her appearance, and even tried to go beyond the limit - to defile his beloved, his mechanical ark, with that dirty flesh and blood!

The humiliation of having the glory of the God of All Machines tarnished was almost driving Fal mad, "Wake up the Intelligence Control Corps and the Shipborne Knights! Ohm Messiah, I will make them pay with blood!"

That's right, the ship-borne knight force. The Mechanical Ark usually has a certain number of special forces to protect the real assets of the Great Sage himself, and these forces may even include Titans. Farr's choice is a knight family loyal to him to protect his private laboratory and foundry.

Sixteen knights and thirty-two attendants were his greatest trump card. No matter how powerful the orcs were, they were still flesh and blood. They were nothing more than chickens and pottery dogs in front of the divine machine made of steel. Fal believed this without a doubt.

But he misjudged the number of greenskins. Even if a knight could kill a thousand orcs before being destroyed, what would that do? The number of orcs deployed by the fundamentalists was not a few companies, but a veritable endless army of millions.

Yes, it was just a boarding trip, but the two sides turned it into Stalingrad. More than 60,000 Crusaders and killing robot servants, with the fire support of knights and super heavy tanks, turned every cabin and every passage into a steel meat grinder, and what the orcs had to do was to fill it with flesh and blood!

With a numerical advantage of more than seventy times, even if there is not a single operation that can be called command among the orcs, even if the orcs only have some chariots as heavy firepower points... but the orcs still have the advantage in reality, and one knight mecha after another, along with their servants, fell into this meat grinder.

After all, the knight's ion shield is not a void shield. Under the heavy firepower saturation bombardment of the orcs on the battlefield, it is like the tanks deployed by the United States in the Middle East. It seems indestructible, but in fact it is just insufficient firepower. The knight troops without Titans can bully the Astra Militarum, but they are not invincible in front of the orcs with abundant martial virtues.

Any group of knights that stood out too much would be swallowed up by the orcs' wave, and then the knights and nearby orcs would be sent flying by heavy firepower, either hand-held or thrown. There was no exception to this exchange, and almost all the official knights were lost on the first day that the knight mecha joined the battlefield.

What finally stopped the inevitable defeat was another wave of killing servitors. They were not regular combat servitors, but inferior war machines that were temporarily modified during the war. These war machines made of flesh and steel were cheap and powerful consumables.

But the fierce street fighting in the starship made up for the difference in personnel quality. From ancient times to the present, especially in the battles for cabins and corridors, as long as the weapons of both sides can penetrate the defense, the casualties will be closer to one to one. Your greenskins suffered heavy losses, but my good brothers are endless.

Fal touched the several centimeters deep cut again. Everything was going in a good direction, but he ignored the impending crisis. Why would orcs keep sneaking up to him? They were just a group of brainless war beasts, disgusting aliens that only blasphemed the blessing of the God of All Machines!

But no matter what, when the four strange orcs wearing leather shoes bypassed the army and all surveillance and came to him, there were only a hundred vanguards of the Crusader Army beside him. The invincible radium carbines and radium spears were also eclipsed by these four-meter-tall stealth units.

Quack - they turned out to be four big guys wearing a lot of armor; their sturdy bodies, lush green color, and their disregard for the killing power of bullets made it clear that they were the best among the orc leaders!

Unfortunately, the Great Sage Farr was not the second son. Due to frequent academic exchanges, the sages of the Mechanicus were more martial, especially the Great Sage of Domination. Even though the temporary guards were torn apart at the first sight, in fact, he, the protected person, was the most dangerous one.

Chapter 15: Middle Game

The Lumen Coil suddenly lit up, and the invisible triple shield gave him complete protection. Of course, even a shield three times that of the Iron Knight Terminator was still no match for the Void Shield, but his enemy was not a Star God Fragment or a Bone Crusher. In the smoke and dust, the last layer of the shield trembled and stopped the charge of the behemoth!

Now, the greenskins are no longer facing the small water pipes in the hands of the Skitarii. The weapon of the Mechanicus Magus is the most representative of the heritage of the ancient super empire of the human empire. The shining explosive burster emits a hot blue light, which also shows that it is not a heavy ion cannon similar to it.

The orc leader, whose charge was stopped by the triple shield, was still roaring and hitting the shield. Unfortunately, he did not notice that death was approaching.

The almost zero-distance detonation blaster is worthy of its identity as a relic of the dark technology era. Roasted meat will have a good smell. But the detonation is different from the promethium flamethrower. Its armor-piercing performance far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people, allowing it to penetrate the orc leader's breastplate with thick Waaagh energy blessing.

This was no more difficult than poking a piece of paper, but if that were all, the explosion would not have become one of the representatives of the relic weapon. The next moment, azure flames rushed out from the huge body, and the fire wave severely shattered the last shield, and the sparks even ignited the lead-studded robe.

As for the orc leader? Ha, he has gone to heaven. Or not even ashes are left. Fal glanced around the battlefield. Two orc leaders were dragged away by the vanguard of the Skitarii. Where was the last evil beast?

"Dang--" The moment the Holy Gear Axe's decomposition position collided with the Waaagh's position, a large number of sparks were wiped out, and the vicious phosphorous fire shot by the phosphorescent snake gun bit off most of its flesh and blood. Even the Astartes' fully enclosed power armor could not stop the spread of phosphorous fire, let alone the orcs' armor.

Even for the Blood Axe clan, it would be a mistake to try to sneak attack a great sage, even a great sage who specializes in war. In less than two seconds, two orc leaders who were obviously stronger than ordinary Space Marine captains were reduced to ashes in the flames of Om Messiah.

This is natural.

As one of the two-headed eagles, the Mechanicus is not just a sect that is completely dependent on the Empire like the state religion. It is a complete top force that can survive in the endless wars of the Warhammer universe. It would be a joke if the great sage who rules the world couldn't take down the orcs.

Farr's huge body was motionless, his lead-lined robe, which matched the color of Mars, flickered with a faint flame. He moved like a Titan. He silently rolled over the half-cooled orc corpse, just like walking over the bricks of ordinary people. "Judgment, low threat target."

Next, he chose to support the Skitarii who were putting up a pointless resistance, not out of pity or duty. When he activated his combat personality module, these inefficient emotions and human judgment patterns would not affect his carefully constructed logical circuits. His actions would minimize the losses, nothing more.

The high-precision feature recognition module has determined that the size and skin color of these two orcs are the same as the orc leader he has killed instantly. In other words, the risk of his support is zero. The lumen coil is filled with a hot ice-blue torrent, and the triple shield once again covers him with a faint glow of protection.

All of this is a gift from the God of All Machines. He even has enough room to allocate 43.38% of the computing power to continue to remotely command the battle. Although the Great Sage-level command system cannot do such outrageous operations as Mr. Krabs' single-handed micro-management of the Terra Siege Battle, it can still move the machine gun position five meters to the left.

Just orcs, he looked down upon these aliens with a contemptuous attitude, and because of the contempt, he was angry. He would clear them out in the most efficient way!

Clear them out, cleanse their blasphemy against the God of All Machines - tens of thousands of elite Skitarii and two intelligent robot units continued to fight almost as a whole under his extremely demanding operation. Relying on a steady stream of thousands of brand-new simple killing robot servants as cannon fodder, they actually withstood the orc wave that was a hundred times larger than their own.

Arc rifles, galvanic rifles, radium carbines, and even gravity cannons, distortion cannons and other Mechanicus' characteristic heavy weapons were splattering death in the interweaving. The main force of the Mechanicus, which had steadily retreated to the upper deck square, finally began a real counterattack under Farr's control.

Although the sixty-eight lines of defense only reduced the number of orcs by less than 400,000, after more than ten retreats, the main force of the Mechanicus that was originally scattered among the generals has been assembled in the open area of ​​the upper deck square. Now it is 60,000 to 800,000, and the advantage is on me!

Four teams of Fortress-class intelligent mechas (Castellan robots) and three teams of Destruction-class intelligent mechas, together with the only two remaining knight mechas, formed a firepower network that was almost unstoppable against the Orc infantry. These super-heavy units were wrapped in thick shields and could not be lost as long as they were under Fal's control.

As a heavy robot that is twice as tall as a Space Marine, the Fortress-class is almost an unstoppable war machine. Its heavy armor is a combination of ultra-high-density ceramic steel and plastic steel, and the reflective grilles they are equipped with can intercept or even rebound all kinds of incoming ammunition with a buzzing sound.

The Death-class is even larger than the Fortress-class. One of the biggest reasons why it is defined as a "siege robot" is that its huge body can carry a variety of heavy firepower. Not to mention the huge "Purgatory" plasma mortar, the gravity ram the size of a person on its right hand alone is enough to destroy any tank.

The power of this ancient relic was fully demonstrated at this moment. Just three teams of nine death-level intelligent robot soldiers could madly harvest these light and heavy infantry at a rate of thousands per second. The gravity hammer was an ancient technology left over from the dark technological era. Its powerful and tidal-like gravity wave turned metal and flesh into powder.

The gravity waves it emits can immobilize an entire lightly armored unit, or even crush it into a pancake. In the assault mode during close combat, the powerful pulse gravity waves can instantly crush the enemy from the inside out. When fighting against those self-proclaimed powerful greenskins, the bloody and vicious mixture of flesh and metal in the style of Slaanesh tells of its bloodiness and viciousness.

It is foreseeable that no matter how huge the green tide is, it will not be able to hold up under this kind of firepower. As long as the command link of the Great Sage Farr is not interrupted, the orcs will not be able to advance even one step under his command. As long as the command link of the Great Sage Farr is not interrupted...

Chapter 16 Russian Roulette

It was a pity that he failed to notice that on the other side of the physical universe, a force that was supposed to be completely different from psychic power was quietly stirring. Invisible huge power and information gathered in the dark. It was a blessing from the orc god, a signal that a new player would enter the game after the death of the Bonebreaker.

Something is changing within the Empyrean, and the effects of this great power are already being felt among the Orks. The Orks are beginning to move towards becoming a psionic race, using Waaagh energy in a way that is closer to psionic power. A whole new breed of Orks is slowly emerging across the galaxy.

Of course, this precious first experience requires someone with the right identity to experience it (to serve as a backup). In the strange green light of the phosphorescent snake gun, the great sage Fal attacked.

The three sparks in the shape of a Chinese character were faster and more dangerous than expected, but after seeing the miserable state of his fellow orcs, how could the slightly larger orc leader continue to underestimate the sparks from the small toothpick? Since he couldn't dodge it, why not just block it?

As for what to use to block, aren’t there shields everywhere on the ground?

The huge orc-style steel power claws threw up two skitarii as he charged - steel and flesh became the shield of this abominable alien. Whether it was the lead robes, mechanical implants or enhanced flesh, they all melted in the most vicious and painful way in front of the phosphorous fire.

Behind these two bloody and disgusting fireworks, there were orc leaders who broke through the blockade one after another. At the moment of the test shot, two orc leaders who were even taller than the Great Sage Farr had already approached within 50 meters in front of him.

A distance of fifty meters would not take long even for a pure human in the 21st century, not to mention an orc known for his brutal physique - he only had less than two seconds, which was far from enough time for his real main weapon, the heavy conversion beam fixed on his right shoulder, to be activated.

What can I say? Is the Great Sage going to fail here? Of course not. A weapon that kills with one strike must be equipped with absolute control. So what is the conventional absolute control in Warhammer 40k? Stasis bombs, or directional stasis fields.

The essence of this extraordinary technology is to stop the flow of time. Gravity is the surrender of space and time to mass. The powerful force possessed by this relic of the dark technological age makes almost all individual strengths a joke. As for the few exceptions? If you want to survive against an enemy of this level, it doesn't matter whether you are still or not.

Obviously, just as the great sage judged, the orc leader was caught in the air by the power of ancient human wisdom just before the attack, just like two cats being grabbed by the scruff of the neck. Unfortunately, cats can't be so ugly. The conversion beam weapon must remain still when it is activated, so there is a moment of peace on the battlefield.

Even the sound of wind and even breathing disappeared! As the Skitarii regrouped, the hot conversion beams were ready to go. There was no need to think anymore. Some people were alive, but they were already dead. Therefore, in order to strengthen the strength of the front battlefield, 73.38% of the computing power was used to remotely command the battle.

He will regret this action - a green light appeared in front of him, too close, and he was not able to respond to this silent attack within two meters without enough calculation power. But, how is it possible!

The biological auspicious instrument did not detect any other living beings at all, and the mechanical creation was even more absurd. He was the great sage of the Mechanicum. At that moment, it was the orc leader who was trapped and waiting to die in the stasis bomb who launched the attack. How did it do that? There is already an answer, even if the answer is so ridiculous.

——Psionic attack! It was psionic, it used psionic! Psionic is the only power that can break through the blockade of the stasis field, but even the Astartes Librarians may not be able to perform psionic spells of this level. How can it, an orc, do it? !

But there was no time to think about it, he was really at the critical moment of life and death. Two orcs were as easy as taking something out of a bag for him without considering the condition of no injury, but the problem now was no longer the orcs, but the heavy conversion beam. If the heavy conversion beam was cut off during the charging, it would definitely cause an explosion.

The power of its explosion was enough to wipe out the entire battle command cabin and everything in it from the Ark! Not to mention the Great Sage, even the Predator-class Titan would not be able to escape with this blow. All he could do now was to gamble his life!

Gambling, even a great sage who believed in calculations the most had to say this, what kind of despair was this. Even his eyes and even the sensors at all levels were a little blurry, he would never forget this moment. At the moment when he was most powerless, he gave everything to Om Messiah without reservation.

In order to avoid the inevitable explosion caused by the psychic blade hitting the heavy conversion beam, he had to gamble on the success rate of forcibly interrupting the charging and firing. A fully loaded pistol plays a Russian roulette, one is an American M1911, and the other is a traditional revolver. Please choose one within 0.001 seconds and aim it at your head.

That’s right, you even have to make the choice in an instant and actively press it. This is a challenge to the mind and self, and this challenge is almost impossible to achieve!

But Fal still did it. The moment the artificial eye captured the slash, he gambled on the only chance of survival without hesitation! It took less than a blink of an eye for him to jump up and fall down. The huge brainstorm almost made him crash! The moment after pulling the trigger of the Russian roulette is the essence of this game, not before pulling the trigger.

"Bang—" The huge body smashed a small hole in the ground, but he still stood upright. He touched the several-centimeter-deep scar on his chest in a daze. It was the last souvenir caused by the psychic blade—he survived. "…Hail Om Messiah."

The phantom pain pulled him out of his unforgettable memories. He gently stroked the scar on his chest. He would not repair it, but use it as a warning to himself and to commemorate the gift and salvation of Om Messiah. Fal turned his head to look at the huge fleet and the gray planet outside the porthole, "Armageddon."

Armageddon, the place that the orcs long for, is also the destination of his trip.

He later learned that the orcs that attacked Voss Prime were just a small detachment of the orc warlord "Bonebreaker" who died in Armageddon. Logically, he would be able to find the secret of the orcs' use of psychic energy (actually the alien Waaagh energy) from here.

As far as he knew, only a small group of orcs called "boys" had the ability to release Waaagh energy attacks. During his subsequent autopsies of orc corpses, he did not find any abnormalities. Therefore, Far urgently needed a large number of mutant orcs for live dissection.

This was one of the reasons why he was willing to come here in person, "I just hope Armageddon won't let me down." Under the flickering glow of the stars, only the fleet remained noisy and silent.

Chapter 17 The Eve of the Holy War

For Salmin, the arrival of the Great Sage Fal was indeed good news. That's right, he didn't know until the Great Sage came that the Mechanicus was actually a Great Sage of the Ruler who came in person. But he couldn't be blamed for that. In the fortieth millennium, apart from the prophecy, the fastest way to transmit information was to use a warship as a messenger.

(Now Holy Terra = Terra)

Most astrograms are actually very lame, with low information integrity, and some even use the full-screen broadcasting mode of WWII radio. Although the confidentiality of the keys is valuable, you definitely don't want to know what the keys are for the Tzeentch demons.