Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 441: Blade Battle in the Sky
Chagatai Khan's fleet emerged as a sudden force, using its complete mobility to toy with the rebels' well-prepared defenses. As the Sky Eagle entered the interior of the galaxy, the rebels' most vulnerable belly was also exposed.

The enemy was in a panic, and their command system had not yet reacted to this huge contrast. After all, a few seconds ago the enemy was still outside the defense line and could be turned into space junk at any time, but a few seconds later they had already attacked their rear.

Ashurden forced himself to calm down. He ordered his own line of defense to turn their guns around and ordered the fleet to get closer to the enemy.

The situation inside and outside the galaxy is completely different. It is impossible for the enemy to continue to rush so recklessly in an environment with celestial interference and cosmic dust.

This is a completely suicidal act. As long as it hits a meteorite even the size of a fist, all the energy will be released due to the huge speed difference.

Chagatai Khan also understood this. He ordered his fleet to slow down and at the same time tore open the defenses of those planets like a sharp scalpel.

As the particle light spears flashed, it seemed as if nothing happened in the cold space, but the dazzling white light beams penetrated the atmosphere in the next second and began bombarding the surface of the planet directly.

The firepower of a Sky Eagle is almost equal to the firepower of other warships combined. Chagatai drove this violent beast wantonly and continued to drop more torpedoes and macro cannons. These physical weapons carried super-large-yield nuclear bombs and antimatter warheads. Bombs were dropped on the surface of the planet and the orbital platform.

The sky was filled with smoke and the terrifying flames pierced the black smoke with holes. The places that had been bombed had undoubtedly been completely turned into a white expanse.

Ashurden was almost heartbroken. His legion, the war materials looted from other places, and countless mortal slaves were all turned into dust clouds under the enemy's attack.

How would he explain this to Horus?
The Warmaster will skin him alive!

Fortunately, the enemy fleet has slowed down, and their position can even be captured with the naked eye.

Rage turned into cold hatred, and Ashurden ordered his fleet to surround the enemy and sent his most elite warriors to the enemy's huge battleship.

Even the knowledgeable Sons of Horus had never seen a warship as large as the Sky Eagle. Its length of hundreds of kilometers made the Queen of Glory-class battleship pale in comparison, not to mention their smaller warships.

His heart was pumping blood into his brain frantically, and at the same time he clenched his fists tightly to keep himself absolutely calm.

The enemy warship's outrageous void shield and energy shield blocked all attacks. Neither light spears nor torpedoes could break through the barrier.

With their enhanced keen vision, they could clearly see the void shield on the enemy's giant ship constantly creating waves, and their counterattacks were completely ineffective.

Every time the giant ship opened fire from the bow, the surging plasma frenzy would completely engulf a warship.

Just like those mortals shooting for the doll reward, the Sky Eagle destroyed those warships with ease, and the Astartes and mortals on board disappeared in the explosion.

Even powerful warriors like the Astartes seemed so powerless in a cosmic-level space battle.

They are not omnipotent, and if they appear on the wrong battlefield, they will only end up dead.

So they chose the most universal method - boarding a warship!
As the saying goes, when in doubt, board a ship. Ashurden knew that the best way to defeat that terrifying warship was to let the elite warriors of the legion enter the enemy ship and paralyze it from the inside.

This is a daunting challenge. The enemy is too fast, and if we use boarding torpedoes or boarding boats, we may not be able to catch up with them at all.

"Come on, come on! For the glory of the Legion!"

Ashurden sent hundreds of boarding craft and boarding torpedoes, including warriors of the Sons of Horus, Iron Warriors, and lunatics of the World Eaters.

The madness of the Sons of Angron was so great that even the Sons of Horus felt their scalps tingling. Under the torture of the Butcher's Nails, they had already lost the pride of a warrior.

A sea of boarding pods and landing craft streaked across space, heading straight for the Skyhawk. Chagatai ordered the fleet to initiate a free counterattack, instantly blasting countless rebels into space junk within their boarding pods. However, despite the immense sacrifice, nearly half of the boarding force managed to penetrate the Thundercloud-class planetary battleship's void shield, their speed exceeding the shield's activation threshold.

The situation on the battlefield was instantly mixed up, with you in me and me in you.

However, before the boarding troops could be happy for long, they were once again faced with the dilemma of being unable to penetrate the battleship's armor.

Even the melta weapons on the tip of the boarding torpedoes could not penetrate the powerful armor. They had never encountered such a strong warship, which made the boarding torpedoes fail.

At the desperate moment, the boarding troops chose to take a gamble again and directly activated the free teleportation without beacon.

Rather than facing certain death, it is better to leave your fate to the gods.

So inside the battleship Sky Eagle, the White Scars and mortal auxiliaries who were on high alert saw a scene that they would never forget - many Sons of Horus and Iron Warriors appeared directly inside the battleship, but unfortunately, only some of them.

Some people were stuck in the dense metal cabin with their bodies and armor on, some were half exposed, and the luckiest ones were teleported in intact.

However, those unlucky souls whose bodies overlapped with the warships obviously did not receive the favor of the gods. They died directly from the damage caused by the molecular overlap.

The molecules that made up their bodies and the metal atoms of the battleships instantly mixed together. Even the powerful vitality of the Astartes and the blessings of the Chaos Gods could not save them.

The boarding force that Ashurden had high hopes for was first partially destroyed by anti-aircraft guns, then another part was lost outside the battleship's armor, and finally another part was killed by the beaconless teleportation. Only one-third of the rebel Astartes successfully entered the battleship.

"Long time no see, you despicable traitor."

Guntula led the team personally, with Qin Xin guarding beside him in a Qiexue Terminator armor. They held power Guandao and powerful twin storm bolters in their hands, and went to greet the Sons of Horus.

"White scar?"

The rebels who boarded the warship were horrified to find that this sudden surprise attack was actually their former brothers and comrades.

Before the Khan's return, the White Scars were almost always commanded by Horus, which led to the Horus faction occupying almost half of the legion, and even forced the Khan to join the rebels.

"Brother, why are you still loyal to the false emperor?" A traitor said, "You and I are brothers. We should unite under the banner of Lord Horus and fight for the liberation of the entire galaxy for the rest of our lives."

"Kill the rebels, for the Emperor!" The only response to the traitors was the cold battle cry of White Scar. Qin Xin took the lead, wielding his power Guandao and killing a traitor Astartes cleanly and efficiently.

The crackling decomposition force field shredded the traitor's helmet, breastplate and crotch with unstoppable force, splitting him in half.

Qin Xin is no longer the new blood who followed the company wandering in the subspace storm. After so many experiences, he has already become a mature and reliable legionnaire.

The fluttering red cherry danced on the helmet, and Qin Xin rushed into the enemy camp like a storm of sword blades, slashing the enemies wantonly.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Wearing a Star-pattern power armor, the White Scar was not afraid of the enemy's power sword attack. His scarlet eyepieces scanned and captured any enemy who was still alive. Whether they were the Sons of Horus, the Iron Warriors or the madmen of the World Eaters, they all fell at the hands of this rising star.

(End of this chapter)