Wander! Blue Star People

"Amon, the people who are loyal to the emperor have been sent to Prospero by us. Now the fleet is full of people who are willing to listen to your command."

Amon completely grasped the situation of the Thousand Sons Legion, but his mood did not become easier.

Not to mention the 300,000 troops of the coalition government, even the coalition composed of the three legions of the Ultramarines, Dark Angels, and Death Guard was enough to kill the Thousand Sons Legion.

Although the Thousand Sons Legion had many psykers, it was impossible for them to go to war with three legions led by the Primarch at the same time.

If Magnus was still there, with the help of Magnus' powerful psychic talent, they might have a chance of a draw, but Magnus had been missing for a long time.

Is God going to kill my thousand sons?

Amon was under great psychological pressure, but he couldn't share it with others.

He is now the spiritual pillar of the entire Thousand Sons Legion. If he falls, others will not be able to hold on.

"They are not idiots. If we don't reply to them for a long time, they will attack us soon." Amon gave the order in an orderly manner, "Change the formation to the fourth defense formation and defend the flagship Wan Zhang Ray of Light!"

The spiritual symbolism of the flagship is no less than its firepower. Once an accident occurs to the Wan Zhang Ray, the resistance of the Thousand Sons Legion will easily collapse.

"Yes!" the Astartes responded.

Amon did not turn to look at them. He stared directly at the sand table, constantly simulating the trend of this war in his mind, but without exception, it ended with the destruction of the Thousand Sons Legion.

"Don't give up." He encouraged his companions without raising his head.

He could see that the Thousand Sons had little hope, and so could the other Astartes.

These Astartes are still willing to follow him despite knowing that there is little hope. They are considered warriors. If they are placed on the battlefield against the aliens, they will definitely become an invincible force.

It's a pity that the emperor is fatuous and listens to slander!

Amon felt heartbroken.

He still does not agree with the Emperor's judgment. The Emperor actually said that the Thousand Sons Legion and Prospero were contaminated by the subspace. They were psykers. At best, they were more closely connected with the subspace. There was no pollution at all. of.

He really wanted to kill Terra and let the Emperor take a good look at their Thousand Sons Legion.

But this is obviously a luxury.

It's not easy for them to survive this day.

"Amon, the Death Guard is attacking us!"

There was no need to remind him. When the dense light spots outside the porthole fell into Amon's eyes, Amon immediately realized that a cruel war had begun.

"Fight back immediately!" he said without hesitation.

If you fight back one second later, you will be beaten in vain.

This is Prospero, and what they don’t lack most is weapons and ammunition.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The hull of the Wan Zhang Ray trembled slightly, and Amon could clearly feel the vibrations coming from the floor beneath his feet. This was the vibration caused by the firing of the naval gun.

Amon's heart was very heavy.

Because not only were the Death Guard firing at them, but so were the Ultramarines and the Dark Angels.

The number of battleships of the Thousand Sons Legion was equivalent to that of the Death Guard. The Ultramarines and Dark Angels joined the battle. In terms of the number of artillery fires, the Thousand Sons Legion suddenly fell into an absolute disadvantage.

If this continues, the Thousand Sons Legion will definitely be annihilated, and their main target of counterattack, the Death Guard, may not lose a single battleship.

what to do?

At this time, a think tank made a suggestion to Amon: "The Death Guard is the closest legion to us. It is best for us to close the distance with them and prevent the Ultramarines and Dark Angels from pouring firepower on us through close combat!"

Amon suddenly realized: "Okay, just do it!"

There are specialties in the arts. Amon is not good at interstellar warfare. He is better at studying psychic spells and winning people's hearts.

Fortunately, there was someone nearby to give him advice.

Seen from space, the warships of the Thousand Sons Legion sail steadily toward the Death Guard.

The artillery fire from the three legions poured into the battleship group of the Thousand Sons Legion, causing dazzling ripples on the shields of the Thousand Sons Legion's battleships.

The outer battleships trembled.

They withstand the most ferocious firepower, and their shields weaken the fastest.

Boom! ! !

Finally, the shield of one battleship was defeated, and terrifying artillery fire suddenly fell on its body, turning it into a dazzling space fireworks.

This was the first shipwreck of the war.

This battleship carried three hundred Astartes from the Thousand Sons Legion, many of whom were veterans of the war.

But they could do nothing but bury the battleship under gunfire.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" Amon's angry voice sounded in the communication channel of the Thousand Sons Legion. The think tanks of the Thousand Sons Legion cast various vicious spells on the cannonballs and then launched the cannonballs.

Some of these shells can bring terrible plagues, some can paralyze the power system of the battleship, and some can shatter the souls of the Astartes in the battleship.

These are the methods of the "wizard".

Mortarion hated wizards the most. If he knew that the Thousand Sons Legion used such shells to attack the Death Guard, he would definitely feel more relieved about the fall of the Thousand Sons Legion.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The first exploding warship seemed to set off a chain reaction, as more Thousand Sons warships exploded one after another, turning into fireworks of death as their shields reached their threshold and were defeated.

The flanks of the entire Thousand Sons Legion battleship group turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The burning wreckage of the warship floats in space, like a dying space whale.

Many Astartes languished in pain in space.

At the moment the battleship ruptured, the air pressure difference inside and outside the battleship threw them into space. They had no ability to survive in space and could only wait to die in pain.

This scene is like the end of the world.

"keep going!"

Amon felt restless.

Under his command, the Thousand Sons Legion worked hard to get closer to the Death Guard, trying to blend themselves with the Death Guard.

But Mortarion seemed to see through their plot and kept ordering the Death Guard to retreat.

The Death Guard hangs the Thousand Sons Legion from a distance.

During this period, a steady stream of artillery fire from the Ultramarines and Dark Angels poured into the Thousand Sons Legion's battleship group from the side, causing huge damage to the Thousand Sons Legion.

Amon was a little desperate.

With one against three and their opponents making no mistakes, how can they win?

Boom!

In space, another battleship of the Thousand Sons Legion was blown up.

So far, the Thousand Sons Legion has not achieved any results, and its own battle losses have reached one-tenth. More than 10,000 Thousand Sons Astartes have become corpses floating in space.

These powerful warriors are revered by mortals as demigods. If they were gods, then the Prospero system would be the place where gods are buried.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Thousand Sons Legion will be completely wiped out here.

But unknowingly, the Thousand Sons Legion came to the edge of a Mandeville shell, where the subspace is extremely close to reality. (End of this chapter)