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Chapter 420 Typhons: Abaddon, you motherfucker—

Far exceeding previous levels, an increasingly violent and intense battle swept across the Gleni system.

The combined fleet of Broken Steel Wings attacked the Vengeful Spirit, which was urgently surfacing, but the focus of the attack remained on the Plague warships docked at the airport.

The Void Shield shimmered with eerie purple ripples and suddenly appeared through the asteroid belt network exit. A fleet led by three different types of battleships pierced through the enemy formation from an unimaginable angle.

The only pity is that the true flagship of Dawnwing has concealed its brilliance and is secretly sailing on the other side of the galaxy; otherwise, this war would have been worthy of her first battle.

boom! ! !
The bright trajectory of the Nova Cannon ripped through the void, striking the flank of a Plague warship.

A distinct yellow ring of energy burst forth from the impact area, hurling corpses and ship fragments into the void. The warships, restrained in the docking area, let out mournful cries before being dragged away by the shells embedded in their bodies.

That force was so great that it tore a part of the Starport apart.

The massive Retribution-class battleships then flew past the starport, which had been reduced to a mass of decaying debris, alongside the escort fleet, and opened fire with their broadside cannons.

It spews flames and destruction at any enemy ship that stands in its path, splitting the traitorous army like an axe splitting wood.

Warships from various battle groups or the Imperial Navy followed behind the main force, forming small fleets to launch surprise attacks on enemy ships that had to disperse due to the advance of the main fleet. They overwhelmed and destroyed the weaker heavy cruisers and large cruisers in the enemy fleet with swift and resolute attacks, eliminating each target in turn before moving on to the next.

For the traitors, these chaotic servants, who were just moments before howling with hunger for the impending conquest and destruction of a planet, seemed to have lost their focus and direction in an instant.

The commanders of almost all the warships screamed in terror at the sight of the figure on the ground, losing all will to fight.

Their gazes were instinctively averted when they caught sight of the knight watching them from the fierce wind.

It was as if his appearance had already sealed the outcome of the war.

The Death Guard and the other traitors' ships were left to their own devices, except for the Termination Manifestation, the flagship of Typhon and its escort fleet, which put up some resistance. They rallied together to fight back and maintained their orbit around the planet, still trying to protect their master.

Their masters were still on the earth, but the deadly threat from the void filled them with panic. At this moment, their hearts were torn between loyalty and escape.

Until the shouts from the war commander reached everyone's ears.

"run!"

Like a bright light suddenly appearing before a chaotic school of fish in the dead of night, with dark clouds overhead.

In that instant, everyone found their way in the void that was gradually being covered by artillery fire and debris.

Meanwhile, Typhons, who was still on the surface, also heard the roar that resounded throughout the entire channel.

He watched as the assembled Titans fell in an instant, and as forces far exceeding his own launched a counterattack into the occupied hive. Those scattered war behemoths were being besieged by a full-strength Titan legion, an enemy of equal strength far outnumbering them.

Mortals, Astartes, fleet, and ground forces worked closely together.

As the vanguard, Astartes assaulted the toughest targets. Infantry and armored forces, along with artillery, acted like a relentless eraser, wiping away everything in the fire zone that formed medium to large enemy formations. The air force, including the Black Talons and Valkyries, repeatedly licked the earth with their superior three-dimensional mobility, overlooking the battlefield. The actions of the Chaos Traitors were clearly visible to them.

"I will not lay down my weapons!"

Beside the unconscious chapter commander, a young bodyguard stood guard over their leader.

Lord Seifer has disappeared again, leaving only the 'fallen angels' catching up with members of the dark angels they knew.

"What you need now is cooperation."

A logistics officer patiently explained, "Treat the wounded, replenish their energy, put on their armor, and then return to the battlefield."

The rumble of the transport truck drowned out the helplessness revealed in his tone.

In the areas once defended by the vigilant angels, inside those fortified strongholds, supply points and battlefields were established, and convoys spread out along the various captured and opened nodes, with reserves ready to replace the vanguard the moment they ran out of ammunition.

"If you can make it."

"This is a true legion," a dark angel declared proudly.

Typhons watched as a Warmaster-level Nurgle Plague Titan had its skull pierced by a slightly smaller Warlord-level Titan.

It is equipped with Annihilation Cannons on its shoulders, which are an advanced version of Rift Weapons, capable of forcibly tearing open warp rifts across the Void Shield.

A violent burst of psychic energy erupted from its joints, forming lightning in the material universe, and the bound, enormous psychic power caused the Titan's form to flicker between light and shadow.

This means it can arbitrarily twist the laws of physics to teleport short distances to more complex battlefields, instead of being hindered by the natural barriers of towering buildings and ruins like other Titans.

I should be fighting a planet like Grani, which is relatively unknown in the Misty Starfield, not something like Terra or Macurag, right?

A brief question crossed Typhon's mind.

He struggled to his feet, trying not to think about whether the agonizing screams inside the Titan, accompanied by bursts of psionic energy, belonged to another world.

Several guards came forward and surrounded him.

These are the 'Withered Overlords', clad in heavy, iron-clad cavalry armor. Each of them is a seasoned veteran, selected from members of the Great Expedition.

Under the protection of his guards, Typhons used his psionic powers to forcefully activate a freight elevator and led the Death Guards inside.

"Abaddon, I need backup!"

Amidst the sparks that erupted from the elevator's edge due to constant vibrations and collisions with the rails, Typhons shouted through psionic communication, but Abaddon had already begun maneuvering the ships surrounding the Vengeful Spirit away from there.

Courage and stupidity are often separated by a fine line, and a war general is not a fool.

The Vengeance Spirit climbed with its powerful propulsion, and its formidable firepower and millennia of chaotic baptism made the ship difficult to stop for a time. However, Abaddon would not choose to use her for a one-way counterattack.

Anyone who has seen the scene on the Cardia knows that naval gunfire is completely useless against these monsters, except for wasting precious evacuation time.

More likely, once the Vengeful Spirit is locked on, the dazzling light of the end will strike it down.

"Let Vashtor and his grand plans go to hell! We will not sacrifice the entire legion for his selfish desires!"

Abaddon's gaze remained fixed on the communications system broadcasting to the entire fleet, ignoring Typhon's cries for help, and he shouted into the communications:
“Let us go elsewhere, let us hand this battlefield over to those who should bear it, and we have more important and greater tasks ahead of us.”

The warlord always managed to find decisions that aligned with the interests of the vast majority at crucial moments, and like his father, he provided his soldiers with ample opportunities to save face.

The roar drowned out Typhon's cries for help, and almost instantly united the thoughts of the Black Legion and the Plague Fleet.

Although they didn't know what the more important task was, it was precisely because it was important that they needed to get out of danger before making further plans.

The most urgent task is to preserve our strength to the greatest extent possible and then get out of danger!

The still wavering crowd immediately made up their minds.

'I'm still fucking on the ground!!!'

While still enduring all of this, Typhons wanted to yell and question, only to find that the psionic communication had been cut off by Abaddon.

Kayan!

Typhons immediately pictured the Thousand Sons wizard who was by Abaddon's side.

You fucking—

That son of a bitch Abaddon!

That's my legion!

(End of this chapter)