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Chapter 165 Outrageous Warship Technology

In the desolate starry sea of ​​near-Earth orbit around Terra, thirteen suddenly appearing Human Alliance warships instantly captured all the attention of the entire war.

No one knows where this fleet came from. The entire journey involved zero subspace fluctuations and zero pre-jump warnings, completely overturning the millennia-old interstellar travel knowledge of the human empire.

Since the birth of the Empire, even when the Chaos Gods personally activated the most advanced dark warp technology, the moment a ship appeared in the world, it would inevitably create massive warp ripples. This is an immutable law of the universe.

But the human alliance fleet that appeared out of nowhere shattered all the established rules.

"Why are there no subspace fluctuations?!"

"What kind of technology do they possess?!"

Mars Forging General stood atop the flagship's command platform, his face solemn, his heart filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Even Guilliman, a seasoned veteran with a keen understanding of the overall situation, initially frowned and looked puzzled. Due to the complex alliances and political constraints among various forces, he could not rashly intervene in the conflict and could only observe every change on the battlefield.

At this moment, the disparity in combat strength between the two sides has reached its extreme.

The Mechanicus's more than one hundred main warships were arrayed in the sky, dominating the entire star field, while the Human Alliance fleet had only thirteen ships left, facing an enemy a hundred times larger.

"Fire! Destroy them completely!"

The moment the command resounded through the starry sky, hundreds of Mechanicus warships simultaneously activated all their weapon arrays. On the pitch-black vacuum battlefield, thousands of cannon muzzles lit up with blinding flashes of fire.

A torrent of crimson plasma, a barrage of heavy bullets from booming cannons, and chilling white laser beams instantly intertwined to form a massive net of destruction covering the entire airspace.

Endless destructive firepower poured down, carrying a terrifying force capable of crushing an entire Imperial battle fleet, and relentlessly crushed the mere thirteen Human Alliance warships.

The starry sea trembled, flames roared, and the Mechanicus attempted to use its overwhelming military superiority to completely annihilate this strange and unfamiliar fleet in one fell swoop.

But what happened next left all the mechanical priests and bridge commanders speechless.

A clear, transparent, and shimmering silver shield enveloped the entire human alliance fleet. The overwhelming barrage of firepower crashed against the force field barrier, only to be completely dismantled, neutralized, and neutralized, unable to penetrate even a trace of effective damage.

But under extreme pressure, the invincible shield finally revealed its weakness.

Under the continuous saturation bombardment from hundreds of warships, the originally rock-solid silver force field finally began to ripple, and the entire defensive barrier trembled slightly.

Everyone understood instantly.

While the Human Alliance's shield technology is so powerful that it overturns conventional understanding and far surpasses all known technologies of the Empire and Chaos, it is ultimately not absolutely invincible; it has its own limits.

At this moment, the live feed of the entire Terra orbital battlefield was simultaneously transmitted to the observation terminals of the Martian Temple, the various Forge Worlds, and all participating Mechanicus high-ranking members.

Countless forging lords, high sages, and galactic forging generals stared intently at the battlefield, their minds reeling.

They clearly determined that the Human Alliance's shield efficiency, energy conversion rate, and defensive stability were more than ten times that of the Imperial standard shield.

In other words, even if ten times the number of Imperial warships were gathered and bombarded relentlessly with all their firepower, it would still be difficult to penetrate this seemingly thin silver force field and cause no substantial damage to the Human Alliance's hull.

This is a technological leap that is absolutely overwhelming.

The Empire's ship defense system, honed over millennia, is as crude as a child's toy in the face of the Human Alliance's technology, utterly vulnerable.

Unable to break through the defenses quickly with direct firepower, the Mechanicus immediately changed its strategy, no longer limiting itself to the battles on the Star Sea battlefield, but instead using the Empire's most adept means of public opinion and domestic politics.

The Mechanicus quickly coordinated with the Terran Ministry of the Interior to launch a massive campaign of slander and propaganda throughout the entire galaxy surrounding the holy land of humanity.

All Terran public broadcasts, sermons, neighborhood announcements, and sector broadcasting channels uniformly conveyed the exact same message:

It was the Human Alliance fleet that blocked Terra's external supply routes, cutting off the entire Holy Land's food supply and material transportation; it was the alien invaders that severed the lifeblood of Holy Terra.

Rumors spread like wildfire, instantly engulfing the entire holy city.

It had been three days since the Human Alliance fleet appeared and the two armies went to war.

The vast imperial holy land, the sacred planet inhabited by hundreds of millions of people, has fallen into a desperate situation of complete food shortage.

The panic of hunger instantly engulfed every district of Terra.

The slums were filled with cries of anguish, the grain depots were empty, and riots broke out one after another to maintain stability, bringing the order of the holy land to the brink of collapse.

The overwhelming public resentment was completely ignited, and the anger of all the people of Terra was directed and attributed to the "malicious blockade" by the Human Alliance fleet.

The surging unrest, the uproar in public opinion, and the collapse of public morale instantly overwhelmed Guilliman and Firus.

The two must suppress the turmoil within Terra, maintain stability, and appease the people of the Holy Land who are on the verge of collapse, while also observing the starry sky.

Taking advantage of the internal strife and the distraction of various factions on Terra, the Mechanicus continued to escalate the conflict, simultaneously fueling public opinion and deploying massive numbers of reinforcements to the orbital battlefield, preparing to overwhelm the Human Alliance with sheer firepower.

The limits of a shield.

Just as the entire Terra was in turmoil, with the Starships pressing in with overwhelming force, the Human Alliance fleet suddenly changed its tactical formation.

"We can't just sit here and wait to die; we need to buy some time!"

The six main warships steadily remained in the core airspace, quickly forming a precise and rigorous six-sided three-dimensional defense formation.

The energy links of the six ships instantly interconnected, forming a more stable joint force field that firmly protected a massive, mysterious device of unknown size and shape at the center of the formation, holding the core position and refusing to retreat an inch.

The remaining seven ships were all high-speed support-specialized warships. The moment their formation was solidified, they suddenly broke away from the defensive formation and charged at full speed toward the massive fleet of the Mechanicus.

Witnessing this scene, the Mars Forging General and all the commanders of the Mechanicus Cult instantly showed wild joy, confident that victory was within their grasp.

In the existing interstellar combat system of Warhammer, the combined bonus of multi-ship shields is a barrier that a single-soldier shield can never reach.

For a weaker fleet, sticking together for defense is the only way to survive.

"You're asking for it! Don't blame us!"

"heresy!"

In their minds, the People's Alliance's decision to split its forces and advance at this moment was tantamount to destroying its own defenses and cutting off its own escape route—an utterly foolish mistake.

This mistake gave them an excellent opportunity to defeat and annihilate them one by one.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Mechanicus fleet quickly reorganized its attack formation, with a hundred cannons simultaneously locking onto the seven Human Alliance support ships that had broken formation. A massive amount of destructive firepower was unleashed once again, determined to tear these seven isolated enemy ships apart first.

In the theoretical texts and combat records of the empire's mechanical sages throughout history, the idea of ​​propelling heavy warships to near-light speed during combat is simply a fantasy that defies common sense in engineering.

The colossal hull possesses terrifying size and inertia. If it suddenly accelerates to near-light speed, without an extreme buffer force field, the crew inside will be torn apart by the immense inertia, and the ship's armor, pipelines, and power reactors will also crack and be damaged under overload stress.

Even the Empire's most advanced Martian ships would never be able to repeatedly accelerate, stop, and turn back at near-light speed on a battlefield amidst heavy gunfire.

For thousands of years, no Empire, Chaos, or Eldar fleet has dared to repeatedly perform such extreme maneuvers during intense firefights.

However, the current human alliance warships completely disregard this set of physical laws that have been used for thousands of years.

Amidst the overwhelming barrage of artillery fire, the seven high-speed support ships smoothly activated their sub-light-speed propulsion, abruptly changing direction, rapidly turning back, and nimbly shifting sides during their high-speed advance, their movements as light and agile as deep-space fish.

The extreme speed overturned all understanding of interstellar naval warfare. Dense artillery fire, laser arrays, and plasma barrages that were originally meant to kill were all easily evaded by the extreme speed and unpredictable maneuvering. The vast majority of saturation fire missed their mark, exploding into the vast vacuum.

Inside the bridge, watching the battlefield footage transmitted from the monitors, all the Mechanicus commanders' pupils constricted, their minds went blank, and all that remained in their hearts was utter disbelief.

Someone murmured in disbelief, their voice filled with absurdity and terror: "What a joke—this is completely illogical!"

Clumsy and slow has been the hallmark of starships for centuries, but the Human Alliance warship before them has completely shattered the deep-rooted common sense of space warfare that has been ingrained in the Warhammer world for millions of years.

The empire was not entirely without means of countermeasure.

Imperial warships also possess the ability to sprint at near-light speed for short periods, but their engine efficiency, acceleration limits, and maneuverability are far inferior to those of the Human Alliance. The Empire's tactical logic is extremely simple and brutal: quantity over quality.

As long as there are enough warships, a dense enough blockade network, and sufficient firepower coverage, relying on sheer size, there is still a chance to block, intercept, and eliminate these high-speed, roaming outliers.

But the cruel reality on the battlefield at this moment completely shattered all the tactical confidence of the Mechanicus, turning it into a deep-seated fear and despair.

Human Alliance warships can easily hunt down, penetrate, and destroy Imperial warships.

Despite the Empire's thousands of naval cannons, even locking onto, tracking, or making contact with the Human Alliance warships proved incredibly difficult.

The entire near-Earth orbit of Terra has been completely transformed into a vast interstellar battlefield where gods clashed, presenting a scene from the Empire's millennia-long history of conquest.

A bizarre battle situation never seen before.

An endless array of Mechanicus warships stretched across the sky, their densely packed steel hulls layered upon each other, obscuring the starlight. The massive fleet stretched for hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Hundreds of imperial warships, and more to come, simultaneously unleashed their full weapon arrays, and the entire void was instantly swallowed up by an endless tide of crimson light.

Crimson plasma flames, like a raging inferno, swept across the starry sea, thousands of scarlet cannon beams stretching endlessly, like a rain of fiery stars crushing the void. The ghastly white, blinding light spears of the main cannons pierced the darkness, beams of dazzling death light slicing straight down through tens of thousands of meters of space, each powerful enough to cleave an Imperial battleship in half. The massive cannons roared, shaking the star field, heavy kinetic energy projectiles tearing through the vacuum, creating continuous ripples in space.

A cacophony of red, white, and scorching flames swept across the sky, transforming Terra's atmosphere into a boiling, destructive, and exploding apocalyptic sea of ​​stars.

The artillery fire intertwined like a net, and the light spears crisscrossed like blades. The destructive power of billions of tons poured down in layers, as if the entire starry sky was burning, collapsing, and roaring at this moment.

This is the most advanced interstellar firepower of the human empire, the ultimate roar of the Martian Mechanicus, a testament to their craftsmanship and weaponry.

But this epic battle that shook the ages was reduced to a futile fireworks display in the starry sky.

Seven high-speed warships of the Human Alliance moved like ghosts between the gaps in the gunfire.

They sometimes dive at near-light speed, sometimes suddenly lateral movement, sometimes turn back in an instant, and sometimes hunt down ships close by.

The empire's dense, overwhelming firepower came down, but it was always a step too late, a hair's breadth away from locking on.

All the raging cannon fire missed its mark, exploding, roaring, and dissipating in the vast vacuum, creating boundless dust and energy storms, but none of it could harm the seven silver warships that were navigating the limits of the battlefield.

Whenever the Human Alliance warship completes an extreme maneuver and briefly locks onto a target, a slender yet extremely concentrated beam of killing energy pierces through the air.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no overwhelming torrent.

In a mere instant, a massive, heavily armored, and heavily armed imperial warship, weighing tens of thousands of tons, suffered its shields shatter, its armor melted through, and its core exploded.

The massive steel fortress exploded in mid-air, turning into a sky full of flying metal debris and blazing fireballs.

One, two, three —

Under the watchful eyes of all the lords, sages, and captains of the Mechanicus, the Imperial warships fell, disintegrated, and burned one after another like fragile pieces of paper.

"Heretical technology!!!!"

The enemy can kill me in an instant, but I can hardly touch the enemy.

This is the most brutal, desperate, and mind-blowing battle currently taking place on the planet Terra.

After suffering a series of setbacks, the battlefield situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

All the high-ranking members of the Mechanicus realized that the key to victory or defeat in this war was never the hunting of these seven ghostly high-speed warships.

All the variables, all the reinforcements, and all the strange battlefield advantages all point to the giant, unknown orbital device guarded at the center of the six ships.

Whether this mysterious creation is a warp beacon, a transdimensional summoning device, or an unknown super-technological hub, as long as it exists, the Human Alliance will possess a continuous stream of battlefield advantages and unknown trump cards.

In order to completely reverse the collapsing war situation and cut off all strange variables, the Cult of the Machine God issued the highest emergency military order in the entire region.

The entire Terran galaxy was mobilized for war.

The distant Forge World, Deep Space Fortress, Border Patrol Squadron, and Orbital Defense Fleet all set sail.

One colossal ship after another pierced through the star orbits, the exhaust plumes of hundreds of engines illuminating the dark galaxy.

Thousands of Imperial warships, from all corners of the galaxy, headed toward Terra's orbit.

They abandoned their futile pursuit, reorganized their massive fleet, and aimed all their cannons, locks, and destructive firepower at the core airspace firmly protected by the six-dimensional shield.

The ultimate solution for the Mechanicus cult is a resolute and all-or-nothing gamble.

At the cost of thousands of ships and the devastation of space, we will first destroy the core equipment, then encircle and annihilate the remaining enemy forces, and completely thwart this alien invasion that has overturned the common sense of the empire.

Just at the critical moment when the Empire's thousands of ships were assembled, their fleet pressing in, and their cannons were poised to fire!

At the center of the battlefield, the silent, suspended, giant orbital device that emitted a faint light suddenly burst forth with a burst of blazing white light that stretched across tens of thousands of meters of starry sky!

In an instant, the light permeated the entire battlefield, overshadowing all the gunfire, plasma flames, and starlight. The entire outer space of Terra was suddenly plunged into white, and everything lost its color.

There was no subspace tremor, no channel fluctuation, and no energy warning.

Amidst the horrified observation of countless mechanical sages, twenty-two brand-new Human Alliance standard warships appeared out of thin air from the core of white light, forming neat rows and silently hovering on the flanks of the main defensive formation, steadily completing the entire Human Alliance defensive system.

Twenty-two warships silently descended, leaving no trace of their jump trajectory and causing no spatial ripples, like blades of judgment born from nothingness, steadily guarding the core airspace of Terra.

At that moment, all the Mechanicus commanders, Forging Lords, and Martian Sages felt a chill run down their spines.

"How...how did they do that?"