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

Chapter 600: Caliban Swordsmanship
Originally, the Imperial Fleet was at a great disadvantage in terms of troop strength between the two sides. The rebels had deployed most of their vanguard forces to the Twin Gates defense zone, which meant that the Imperial Fists had to face several times more enemies.

And now, the rebel fleet was like a long snake that was cut in half, with only the snake head with fangs continuing to charge towards the Imperial Fists.

The Imperial Fists came straight from the direction of Terra. The light from the human sun and the Imperial warships arrived together. To the naked eyes of the Iron Warriors, it was almost impossible to distinguish the silhouettes of those dangerous giant ships from the light.

The Warsmith's eyes were filled with resentment, they were so similar to the Imperial Fists, the 4th Legion and the 7th Legion were both Astartes Legions that were best at attack and defense, but the latter were the glorious Terra Guards, while they could only waste their lives on the most dangerous battlefield.

The Iron Warriors are not afraid of sacrifice, but they have never received the honor and recognition they deserve, which is the root cause of their betrayal.

It's unfair. The Iron Warriors have to fight an open war. Since the Emperor will not give them glory, let the Warmaster overthrow the false Emperor.

Space is no longer safe. The large amount of debris and wreckage produced by the self-destruction of several star fortresses and the Gemini Gates are spreading to all directions of the universe at an alarming speed.

Due to the lack of resistance constraints, the lethality of these dangerous fragments that rely on initial kinetic energy and inertia to move forward will not be reduced much. Once the fragments hit the Iron Warriors' warships, they will cause extremely terrifying and fatal damage.

Those wreckages are called wreckages, but in terms of size, some are even as big as half a frigate, and the consequences of being hit by them can be imagined.

Volbrown watched helplessly as some of the warships in his fleet that were operating normally suddenly had their reactors overloaded, and then their void shields disappeared and shattered, and were completely destroyed by the wreckage after a flash of light.

Even the large amount of debris caused a chain reaction, with more and more fragments colliding with each other and becoming even more shattered in the intense flames.

The balance of victory was tilting increasingly towards victory, but the Warsmith still gritted his teeth and refused to bow to the Imperial Fist.

Sigismund ordered the fleet to transform into a long prismatic formation to minimize the contact surface with the high-speed debris. He placed his flagship at the front and activated the void shield to effectively protect the safety of the warships behind him.

This is an extremely risky way of playing. The prismatic formation can certainly reduce the coverage area of ​​attack, but it will also reduce the output capacity of one's own warships.

You should know that the firepower output of most warships, whether of the Empire or the Rebels, is mainly concentrated on the sides. The slender hull measured in kilometers can carry a large number of macro cannons and light spear arrays, while the bow position can usually only carry one or two nova cannons.

Sigismund's fleet was like an extremely sharp scalpel, cutting into the Iron Warriors' fleet with precision. This was due to the fact that the rebels had to do their best to dodge the giant fragments and perform some extremely thrilling tactical evasive maneuvers.

However, compared to the Imperial Fists' naval guns, the fragments behind them might be more deadly. When the mass of the fragments reaches a certain limit, they will become more unstoppable and terrifying than any other weapons.

Sigismund was in command of his flagship, the Teardrop, while his lieutenant Perius commanded the Ophelia and Fafnir Lane was in command of the Persephone. The three most powerful warships searched for the enemy's flagship in order to complete the decapitation operation.

Three experienced Imperial Fists commanders controlled the warships to besiege the Fire Gorgon battlecruiser from different directions. They first overloaded the opponent's void shield with macro cannons, and then released light spears with all their strength to compress the opponent's evasive space.

The truly fatal killing move hit the opponent's tail engine, and the tragic chain reaction and torpedo explosion tore apart the entire battleship. Under this destructive blow from the inside out, this tough battleship soon fell into the cold space.

For a warship, the most dangerous attack is the torpedo. Light spears and macro cannons can rely on the warship's thick armor for defense, but torpedoes are best at breaking through the defense and releasing all their lethality in the enclosed space inside.

"The weakness of these sons of Perturabo is more serious than we imagined." Sigismund observed this as he surveyed the battlefield.

"They are too slow and their formation is too loose. Those experienced veterans died in the war long ago, and now the warships are controlled by some rookie recruits." Perius laughed.

After piercing into the Iron Warriors' fleet, the two sides once again returned to a complicated situation of you in me and I in you. The naval guns never stopped for a moment, and all the ammunition and energy were transformed into the purest anger and fired out.

The Imperial Fists were reaping the traitors, and battleship after battleship was blown into atoms in the glow of fusion flames. The Emperor's wrath fell upon the heads of the traitors, and everyone knew that the great Lord of Mankind was watching this scene on Terra.

The galaxy is burning.

"We found him. The flagship where the warsmith is located, approach it immediately. Let the Templars drive the fast strike cruiser to infiltrate and cut off the traitor's head!"

Sigismund roared that if he was not required to take command, he would be the first to rush forward and chop off the enemy's head.

"Leave it to me, Commander," Iron Man Adam's voice rang out. Ever since Sigismund led the fleet in a surprise counterattack, Adam had remained quiet, using his extremely powerful logic matrix to calculate the fleet's trajectory.

The Imperial fleet was able to penetrate the enemy's defenses so thrillingly, partly because of Adam, who guided the warship's machine spirit in the right direction.

And now, Adam has volunteered, and he is guarded by a group of elite war iron men, each of whom is equipped with a powerful war weapon made of refined gold.

He held two finely crafted power swords in his hands, and two extra arms sprouted from his shoulders, each holding a plasma launcher and a melta weapon.

"This is an operation with a very high risk factor, so let us do it."

"Your lives should not be wasted. Think of them as lives for your...Emperor."

Adam duly brought up the Emperor as an excuse, knowing that these Astartes revered the Emperor just as he revered Roche.

"Anyway, if we fail, we'll just lose a body, so why not let me try."

Sigismund hesitated for a second and agreed to Adam's request. One of the five strike cruisers then carried the Iron Man as an assault vanguard.

They passed through the wreckage of the enemy warship and approached the Warsmith's flagship.

The next second, Adam directly activated the teleportation ability left by Roche in his body, and the Iron Men directly launched a beaconless teleportation into the battleship.

A few unlucky iron men were unfortunately stuck in the walls of the battleship, but with the squirming of the metal, they directly reconstructed their bodies and became immune to the damage that could directly kill organic bodies.

All of Adam's weapon systems were activated, and a layer of transparent energy shield blocked his body. Under the protection of other iron men, he headed straight for the command bridge.

Their speed was so incredible that even the armored walls blocking their way or some energy pipelines were quickly disintegrated by their melta weapons.

Even the Iron Warriors who blocked his way were turned into corpses by Adam's Caliban swordsmanship inherited from Lion Johnson.

He is perfectly capable of using a power weapon in close combat while using his extra arm to unleash plasma and molten charges, multitasking with ease and instinct.

Most of the Iron Warriors were killed in just a few rounds at Adam's hands.

Occasionally, when he encountered one or two Iron Warriors who were capable of fighting with him, Adam would use his two extra arms to pull the triggers in close combat, and directly evaporate these respectable enemies with melta weapons and plasma rays.

According to Ryan Johnson, this is the essence of Caliban's swordsmanship, and he passed this essence to Adam without reservation.

In battle, there is no means that cannot be used, even using long-range weapons to launch a sneak attack, as long as it can achieve victory, it is a good method.

"Indeed, Lord Ryan's words are meaningful."

“I have grasped the essence.”

The muzzle of the melta gun and plasma weapon in Adam's hand was still emitting scorching heat, but the enemy had turned into a pitiful object similar to charcoal.

From seven steps away, the gun is faster; from seven steps away, the gun is both fast and accurate.

Not everyone has Sigismund's monstrous melee ability, and Caliban's swordsmanship has always been effective.

(End of this chapter)