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Chapter 616 The General Reserve Team, Stay Still!
The howling psionic energy exploded on the surface of a Lament-class raider.

Mephisto's psionic energy coalesced into a spear shimmering with starlight, tearing through the void and piercing the living metal hull of the Elegy-class raider, leaving a molten burn mark.
The Red Tear's light spears and macro cannons followed, easily tearing apart the crescent-shaped space necromancer ship.

With the powerful Glory Queen-class battleship Red Tear at its core, the Blood Angels' fleet swiftly launched an attack on the Storm King's fleet's exposed left flank.

The commander responsible for protecting the left flank of the Storm King's forces was Zhalang, the overlord of the subordinate dynasty, the Arlinmarok dynasty.
This space necromancer overlord initially couldn't suppress his urge to hunt down the Lamenters Chapter, and like the right-wing overlord Nazar, chose to change course to the right.

This left Zhalang's left flank exposed and vulnerable in defense.
When the Blood Angels' fleet suddenly appeared, Zhalang did not order a halt to the turn and a readjustment of formation.

Because he saw Storm King release three Star God fragments, he naturally assumed that the Holy Blood Angels' fleet could not possibly break through the defensive line formed by the three Star God fragments.

Only after Xigaoqi emerged from the net, using lies to deceive and manipulate the three star gods into killing each other, did Zhalang hastily issue the order to turn back to his fleet, which was already turning.
He ordered his fleet to quickly change course from right to left to intercept the Blood Angels' fleet, but it was too late.
Xi Gaoqi manipulated the fragments of the Overlord Star God to distort spacetime, instantly shortening the distance between the Holy Blood Angel fleet and the Zhalang fleet. In the blink of an eye, the human fleet sliced ​​through Zhalang's fleet like a sharp knife.
At that very moment, Zhalang's fleet was still carrying out Zhalang's order to turn left. The combination of these two factors plunged Zhalang's forces into chaos.

Emerald light exploded in the void, countless ships were torn apart, and the entire universe seemed to be dyed green.

The Crimson Tear was like a splash of crimson against the emerald green, the flagship of Saint Gilles, the Primarch among warships, displaying the power of the Glory Queen-class battleship before the space undead.
Those powerful space necromancer ships were crushed by the Red Tear and the nine Mephistos standing at the bow of the Red Tear, and rushed straight toward Zalang's flagship.

Zhalang frantically pleaded with Storm King for help, hoping that Storm King would also change course to the left to come to his aid.

"Did Sigmund Nyugsky destroy his military skills?!"

Storm King roared as he questioned,
This wasn't meant to humiliate Zhalang, but rather Storm King genuinely felt that after Xigaoqi's appearance, almost all the space undead had become dull-witted, impulsive, and easily deceived.

This is the power of Sigucci, the great clown, the first fool, the god of deception and trickery. His laughter slows the thinking of all living beings, his mockery weakens reason and elevates impulse.
It was under the influence of this effect that Zhalang made the wrong judgment.

Storm King stared intently at the battle unfolding on the screen before him.

Storm King's army is now like a banana with only half its peel on.
Storm King's troops were the flesh of the group, still clinging to Nazar's troops on the right flank, while Zhalang's troops on the left had already been stripped of their skin.
This created a gap between Storm King and Zhalang's forces, and the gap is widening.

If a fleet were to appear at this moment and insert itself through this gap, Storm King's forces would be completely torn in two, and his central army would be directly exposed to enemy fire.

But Storm King had no intention of heeding Zhalang's pleas for help, and changed course, heading to the left.
This is because it defies common military sense. Even if Storm King did do this, his troops would only appear behind Zhalang's forces, where they would be blocked by Zhalang's disorganized troops.

This would not only fail to help Zhalang fight against the Holy Blood Angels fleet, but would also separate Storm King's fleet from Nazar's fleet on the right, causing Storm King's fleet to completely scatter.

Storm King stared at the battle, feeling no fear whatsoever. On the contrary, he began to feel excited from the bottom of his heart, an unparalleled fighting spirit surging within him.
This feeling rippled through his body, making his cold, metallic body no longer feel cold, but rather somewhat satisfied.

An arrow quickly appeared on the battle map before him, extending from Storm King's fleet, curving to the right, and finally circling in an ellipse, pointing towards the rear of the Holy Blood Angels fleet.
This was the solution Storm King devised: to keep his fleet turning right, then circle in the void, getting behind the Blood Angels' fleet, and then attacking the Blood Angels from both sides with Zhalang's fleet.

But this operation must be carried out quickly, before the enemy can react.

Fortunately, speed is precisely the Necromancer Fleet's forte. The only obstacle to this plan is the Lamenter Chapter.
A warband with only a thousand Astartes, most of whom were newly recruited reinforcements.

Just crush this small pebble.
The Storm King swiftly issued orders to Zhalang, demanding that he hold the line at all costs and block the Holy Blood Angels, while simultaneously ordering Overlord Nazar to crush the Weeping Ones immediately.

The Weeping Maiden, atop the flagship of the lamenters,

Blood, shattered metal, broken ceramic power armor, and emerald-green coolant mingled together.
Gunshots

Nazar, the overlord of Therkmtar, a vassal dynasty of the Storm King, received the Storm King's order.
This massive and imposing overlord certainly also desired to crush the seemingly insignificant fleet of weeping warriors before him.
But the resilience of this force was completely beyond Nazar's expectations. Even when facing a space undead fleet that far outnumbered them, the Weepers did not retreat an inch, holding their ground and constantly engaging the space undead fleet in combat.
One after another, the Lamenter ships perished in horrific ways, many even sacrificing themselves in suicide attacks to take down the Necromancer ships in space.
But even such tragic sacrifices could not shake the Wailers' fleet in the slightest.

It was as if they had experienced far more devastating battles than this, so much so that they showed no fear of the undead fleet before them.

Nazar had to admit that he was awestruck by these humans and felt a deep respect for them.
To complete Storm King's mission, and also to show his respect for these humans, Nazar boarded the Tearful Daughter, attempting to decapitate its commander. The roaring, fearless power armor pinned Nazar's body against the wall.
Nazar looked at the cast-iron statue of the fearless warrior with disbelief and admiration.
This fearless figure was riddled with gruesome bullet holes, its bright yellow paint blurred and indistinct. One of its mechanical arms had been severed, and one leg was twisted and mangled from an explosion. Its body lay tilted to one side.

And on that fearless abode, the iron coffin containing the mutilated remains of the warrior had been pierced through by Nazar's battle scythe.
Nazar gripped his war scythe tightly, absolutely certain that his blade had pierced the mangled body within the iron coffin and torn open its outer shell.

The soldier's body, entangled in various pipes, with only his upper half and head remaining, was exposed to the air; even his last remaining heart had been torn apart by the scythe.
But the dead warrior still swung his power claws, pinning Nazar's body against the wall.

“What we cherish, we die with honor.”

The wounded warrior stared intently at Nazar and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"To live up to the Emperor's mandate and to honor the blood of Saint Gilles."

Nazar's body was crushed by the power claws with a thud.

In his final moments, all he saw was beside that fearless iron coffin, and a bright red heart weeping.
They wept for their fate, but when they wiped away their tears, all that remained was their burning holy blood.

"Nazar is dead?!" Imotek roared.
After Nazar's death, his fleet was surprisingly stopped by the fleet of the Weeping Ones.

Imotek understood, of course, that this was merely a brief period of chaos before Nazar's resurrection, a final gamble by the Weeping Ones.
But they did indeed block it.
A bad feeling crept into Imotec's heart.
Almost as if to confirm Imhotep's guess, a clear sound of a door opening echoed through outer space, reverberating in the vacuum.
The Makrag Glory entered the battlefield through any stargate.
Following the Glory Queen-class battleship was a massive fleet of Ultramarines, heading straight for Imotec's exposed central forces.

In the Volian-Vash system, the Phoenix Sons Chapter, serving as the general reserve, watched the battle reports transmitted back, a smile playing on their lips.

"Good soldier." Fugen looked at the weeping soldiers who held their ground and gave a word of approval.
It was thanks to the efforts of these soldiers that Fugen's plan was able to be realized.
At this very moment, the Flesh-Tearer fleet is en route to support the Weeping Fleet, and together with the Ultramarines fleet and the Blood Angels fleet, they have formed an encirclement, dividing and surrounding the Space Undead fleet.

The only opening is the flank and rear of the Necromancer fleet. All Fugen needs to do is lead the Phoenix Sons to a perfect encirclement and annihilation of Imotek.
"General Reserve, hold your ground." Guilliman's voice came through the comms, firmly rejecting Fugan's request to deploy.

"Why??" Fugen couldn't believe it: "My plan was just one step away from being perfect!"

A moment later, Guilliman's response rang out.
"General reserve, hold!"

“This is His command.”

"Alla Ke'er, you son of a bitch! What are you doing?!"

"You're using us as bait! Have you no shame?!"

"Is this your sincerity? Placing us right in front of Imotec's advance!!"

Onboard the Lord of Light, the Space Necromancer Emperor and the Overlords were in an uproar.

They understood instantly: they were placed there to act as bait to lure Imhotep.
No wonder, no wonder Imotek's forces were aimed directly at the Volian-Vash system; he had anticipated that Anlakel would place them here.

Despite the accusations from the Emperor and the overlords, Anlakel remained silent, simply standing beside the command throne, silently watching the bridge gate, as if waiting for something.

"Speak! Alla Ke'er!!" One of the dioceses could no longer contain himself and was almost about to attack Alla Ke'er.

"Why are you panicking?"

Just then, a calm voice rang out from behind the bridge gate:
"It won't be chaotic."

(End of this chapter)