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

Chapter 590: The Solar War Begins
Horus and his disgusting rebels have finally arrived.

Arrived in the solar system, the sacred birthplace of mankind.

He set the entire galaxy on fire, causing the entire empire to be burned down and trillions of humans to die tragically.

Horus is a sinner of mankind and even more of the real universe.

Sigismund's hand holding the sword was still extremely steady, but his two strengthened hearts had already begun beating faster.

He had waited too long, and his sword was already eager to drink the blood of his enemy.

He just wanted to kill all the traitors, or be killed by the traitors. At least he could smile and say to Dorn that he had given everything for the Emperor and the Empire, and that he had never been weak.

The Black Knight returned to the central command center as quickly as possible. As soon as the subspace anomaly was detected, the main control computer here transmitted the warning signal back to the command center on Terra.

The predictions of the Primarchs came true. The traitors used Pluto and Neptune as breakthrough points and headed straight for the Gemini Gates within the orbits of these two planets.

The enemy did not emerge from the heavy defenses of Mandeville Point, which meant that the large number of orbital defense systems, space fortresses and garrison fleets built around Mandeville Point failed to achieve the theoretical effect.

But this is understandable. The commander of the rebels is not a fool. He knows with his toes that the Mandeville point in the solar system must be heavily deployed. If he jumps directly into the encirclement, he will be skinned alive even if he does not die.

The dark void released by Horus has surrounded the entire solar system. Although it did not continue to devour the matter of the solar system due to the resistance of the Astronomican Light, that strange power still began to affect this area.

With the help of the gods of the Warp, they can jump back to the real universe without going through the Mandeville Point.

Thousands of warships of various types appeared in the relatively weak area of ​​the Empire's defense line. With the dazzling light spears released from the side of the first warship, huge macro cannons and torpedoes slammed into the Empire's defense system, and the solar system war finally began.

The rebels had obviously made preparations for war before entering the real universe. Their warships had already been preheated, and they opened fire simultaneously as soon as they entered the battlefield.

Like a sharp razor, it fiercely cut open the blood vessels of the Empire's defense line. Even the huge void star fortress quickly collapsed under the activation of the enemy.

The void shield covering the outside was rapidly weakened under the attack of artillery fire that was imbued with the power of the filthy subspace. When the internal energy system could no longer bear the terrible consumption, the void shield flashed a deep purple light and quickly disappeared.

The terrifying destructive power generated by the fusion of heavy nuclear weapons directly acted on the surface of the star fortress, and those solid defense walls made of ceramic steel and adamantium were instantly twisted and deformed.

The light spears illuminated the space. The continuous firing of light spear weapons was like the breath of the gods, evaporating a large amount of matter in the area where they landed. This extremely efficient particle weapon was far more effective in space combat than in a planet's atmosphere.

After a star fortress was hit by the enemy's light spears and macro cannons, the enemy seized the opportunity and used void torpedoes that could cause subspace shock to hit the core energy reactor.

In the blink of an eye, the roaring, surging power of the ether completely tore apart the star fortress, taking with it the hundreds of thousands of Imperial troops who were still resisting inside, as well as the Imperial Fists Astartes stationed there, all of which were reduced to ashes.

Human life is so insignificant and pale in this level of war. No matter how powerful your personal martial arts are, it is useless in the face of such lethal weapons that can destroy space fortresses.

Sigismund received news of the demise of his own war units every minute, but his iron will was not affected in the slightest.

The Empire's counterattack has begun.

All the destructive torpedoes preset in the void swarmed towards the rebel warships. Thanks to the changes brought about by Roche's arrival, a large number of weapons and ammunition were produced by the foundries on Ganymede and those in the asteroid belt.

Especially weapons like torpedoes, which have great destructive power but are difficult to manufacture, are the key production targets.

As long as the energy and materials remained supplied, the automated factory assembly lines could continuously produce weapons that once required the meticulous manual craftsmanship of the Mechanicus. Roche, as always, employed his saturation firepower tactics, preferring to use a thousand torpedoes to destroy a single target rather than save a single mortal life.

A problem that can be solved with firepower is not a problem.

Sigismund just felt that this counterattack without any tactics or glory... was indeed very useful.

Although he is the nominal commander, he does not need to worry about such minor operations. In his Pluto base, the intelligent computer provided by Roche is conducting fire lock and automatic counterattack.

The powerful computing power of the intelligent computer is enough to surpass any carbon-based creature. After the first wave of firepower output, the rebel fleet immediately discovered that the empire's firepower was much stronger than theirs.

They were even being misled into entering the space minefields that had been set up in advance. Even if those huge battleships touched the space mines, they would be severely hit.

You have to know that these mines floating in space do not need to consider the movement system and maneuverability like torpedoes, so they put all their materials on lethality and concealment.

Moreover, once the rebel warships encounter space mines, which are extremely slow weapons, their void shields will not be able to function normally.

Even if an entire battleship was blown in half by a space mine, it would not be a rare occurrence.

And those space fortresses that can exert firepower comparable to fleet level on their own also began to move slowly towards the front of the battlefield.

The lack of slow mobility was made up for in numbers, and when a string of star fortresses arrived in front of the rebel fleet, they had to pay a heavy price to conquer these extremely hard fortresses.

Destructive thunder drifted in the void, and an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of kilometers was engulfed and covered by endless flames.

Since there is no air in space to carry sound, everything is as silent as a silent pantomime.

All you could see was a sudden burst of fire from the battleship, and then the void shield flickered and went out, and then a fireball as bright as the sun suddenly appeared from the battleship's reactor or ammunition depot.

Horrific casualties occurred in both camps. Although the Empire's star fortresses and orbital defense systems were extremely tenacious and resilient, the rebel fleets were simply too numerous.

The enemy's warships seemed to be randomly generated from the void, joining the battlefield every moment, and the speed at which the Empire's reinforcements arrived was far slower than that of the enemy.

If Roshi were on this battlefield, he would be able to sense the stench of Vashtor's dirty furnace spreading throughout the universe.

Many of these vessels are lost ships from the past that were lost in the Warp, many dating back to the end of the Dark Age of Technology and the Age of Strife.

They are like the forgotten ships that sank in the sea of ​​souls. No one remembers them, but under the will of the Supreme Heaven, they return as ghost ships, but they stand on the opposite side of mankind.

"This war will never really end."

Sigismund, who was at the Pluto defense zone command center, stared at the continuously flickering space. Even Pluto's thin atmosphere could not block the dazzling flashes.

His heart beat with every flash, and he suddenly realized something, and a glimmer of light for the future appeared in his eyes.

"In the distant future, there is only war in the galaxy."

(End of this chapter)