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This was a carefully planned attack. Alpha's warships deliberately prioritized destroying the communication facilities, defensive automatic turrets, and the defenders' auspex arrays.

By the time the Imperial Fists defenders and Solar Auxiliary Forces reacted, they were already trapped with their scanning array malfunctioning and signal transmission failing.

Alpha's attack was as precise and covert as a surgical operation, cutting off the defenders' functions one by one like peeling off threads of an onion. When the defenders fell into panic, the python launched its next fierce attack.

The void shield of the Hydra satellite fortress in Pluto's orbit is still operating, and in response to all this, the Alpha Legion released a large number of Kraken Assault Claws and Terror Claws airborne pods. These airborne pods that can output energy and control speed fell into the outer space of the fortress.

Immediately afterwards, the powerful melta weapon melted through the several-meter-thick metal barrier, and the soldiers in the airdrop chamber filed out and infiltrated Hydra's monitoring station.

The powerful Lerna Terminators were the deadliest fangs. They seized the critical time difference to launch a surprise attack. The Imperial Fists siege team in the monitoring station had not yet been fully assembled, and their hastily formed defense line was easily pierced and shattered by the Lerna Terminators.

The lethal bombs accurately killed the military commanders of the Solar Auxiliary Army and the Imperial Fists. The Alphas did not let go of any existence with signs of life. Even the mortal technicians and servitors who maintained the operation of the monitoring station were brutally killed.

Alpha's infiltration and destruction were always silent. The survivors only found that one site after another was losing contact, and the only sound coming from the communication signal was a burst of rustling electromagnetic noise.

A deadly Alpha Astartes, wearing a sky-blue armor that looked like a monster from ancient Terran mythology. His deadly spear killed one Imperial Fists warrior after another with ease. No one could survive two rounds in his hands, and the only outcome was death.

The Loyalists engaged in a bloody battle with the Lerna Terminators that infiltrated Hydra. The enemy was divided into dozens of smaller tactical strike teams, destroying the silent command center as much as possible and heading for the plasma reactor buried deep underground in the monitoring station.

The Empire's defense facilities on Neptune were about to fall, and facing the Alpha Legion's all-out infiltration attack, this small force had no room to resist.

At this time, the Imperial Fists' Spear of Vilia cruiser ended its space cruise mission, and the only survivor of the ship, Captain Vendral, made a difficult decision after witnessing the burning wreckage floating in space.

"Crew, prepare, push the engine to the limit!"

"Weapon array ready, light spears activated overload mode!"

"The Emperor is watching us, men. It is an honor to serve with you."

The veteran captain, who had served since the beginning of the Great Crusade, knew very well that once the enemy discovered their single cruiser, they would immediately launch a violent attack.

They only have one chance, and Captain Vendral would rather die gloriously than be killed by the enemy's concentrated fire without doing anything. Perhaps they can even destroy a few enemy warships.

The cruiser's engine was almost in a meltdown state, and the gushing plasma burned and melted the tail of the battleship. This huge steel warship rushed towards the traitors in despair.

The battleship was the last and most powerful shell, and Vendrall wanted to fire it into the enemy's chest.

The technical priest finally blessed the machine soul, chanting a binary prayer, waiting to return to the arms of the God of All Machines.

The mortals who completed the operation relied on each other. They were born on the warship, raised on the warship, and their ancestors had been like this for generations. Now they will serve the Emperor together with the Spear of Vilia.

At this desperate moment, a giant golden light gate suddenly cracked open in the void space outside Pluto, and a psychedelic luster that humans had never seen before gushed out from it.

Even the Spear of Vilia, which was making a desperate charge, was so shocked when they saw this scene that their limbs became stiff.

"By the Emperor, Terra..."

Vendrar had served in the Great Crusade since its inception, and he had even witnessed the Lord of Mankind piloting the supremely noble Emperor's Vision, but compared to the incredible scene that now appeared before him, the Emperor's Vision pales in comparison.

The golden light gate that was hundreds of kilometers wide was surging with a layer of azure energy light curtain. Vendral realized that it was something different from the subspace portal. Behind this light curtain, an extremely huge warship slowly revealed its true form.

A destructive cannon beyond everyone's imagination poked out of the light gate, followed by a huge black and gold bow. The densely packed macro cannon array and light spear generators were enough to scare everyone.

Their cruiser was like a sampan, slowed down by the tremendous energy emitted by the opponent.

Chapter 339 Who are they? (Subscribe)

The heroic suicide attack of the Spear of Vilia was ended by an unexpected incident.

The Mechanicus priests on the cruiser were almost in a state of mind processor burnout. They urged the maintenance servitors to control the temperature of the reactor, while trying their best to stabilize the runaway machine soul.

Who would want to die if they can live? They want to serve Om Messiah for a few hundred more years.

Originally, according to the captain's orders, they had been prepared to be loyal to Ohm Messiah, but now something strange has happened and no one knows what is going on.

Almost frantic binary communications were transmitted between these Martian mechanical priests, the radio waves surged, and electromagnetic interference boiled their few brains.

"God of All Machines, what is that?!"

The oil guys only felt that various ports on their bodies could not help but splash out superheated lubricating oil. If their hearts had not been replaced with brand-new mechanical cores, they would have probably jumped out of the body by now.

All kinds of camera probes and scanning rays on their bodies are working at full capacity, and the warship of terrifying size is passing through the unknown light gate.

Most of the mechanical priests and battleship crew members were horrified by the size of the strange battleship, while a small number of engine oilers were extremely curious about the light gate that they had never seen before.

A battleship that has never been seen before and is far larger than the Queen of Glory-class battleship.

Incredible, new teleportation light portal that is beyond comprehension.

If they were not currently on the battlefield of death, these most orthodox Mechanicus from Mars would have rushed forward to find out what was going on regardless of the consequences.

"Our scanning array did not read its keel code from the database, Captain, which means that the other party is most likely enemy reinforcements."

The Mechanical Priest who came in a hurry moved his lower limbs like octopus tentacles and rushed to the side of Captain Vendral at the fastest speed.

He switched the restless binary language template to the Empire's High Gothic template, and the electronic sound that should have been cold made people feel strong emotional fluctuations.

"Oh, Om Messiah, it hasn't come out completely yet. The scanning array shows that it has exposed more than 65.7 kilometers of its hull. However, according to the conventional structural proportions of warships, this has not even reached the middle of its hull."

"The largest Queen Glorious-class battleship is not even more than 30 kilometers long. Who built it?"

"Is it a relic of the Dark Age of Technology? Or some alien warship? Aida?"

The oil guy almost pressed his whole body against the porthole, wishing he could take a spacecraft to find out what was going on.

"Look at the perfect layout and structure. Tens of thousands of light spear arrays and macro cannon arrays are so neat and beautiful. She is far more perfect than the Queen of Glory. The more beautiful the technological creation, the higher its gold content. And that unknown main cannon, where is its technological source?"

Captain Vendrale had recovered from his initial shock. This was indeed the largest warship he had ever seen. Even the Queen of Glory could not compare to it.

Of course, the Imperial Fists' mothership and the Monastery Phalanx are far larger than it, but it is well known that the Phalanx is not actually a void battleship in the strict sense.

This void creation built during the dark technological age of mankind is even larger than many asteroids. It is more like a fortress in the void, a flying hive city. The Phalanx was originally discovered in the orbit of Rog Dorn's home planet Invit.

Rogal Dorn gave the Phalanx to the Emperor as a token of his loyalty, and the Emperor rewarded his son by returning it to him. This void-crafted vessel is currently deployed at the core of the solar system.

Vendral did not forget that they were still on an extremely dangerous battlefield. Not only them, but also the warships of the Alpha Legion, as long as they were not blind, could see the huge movement with their naked eyes.

The Alpha, which was besieging Pluto with hundreds of warships, turned around and faced the light gate in the void with vigilance.

The Spear of Vilia observed this, and the captain's heart, which was pounding wildly, felt a little relieved.

He was not afraid of his battleship's glorious sacrifice. The moment they saw the Alpha Legion's battleship, all of them were ready to die for the empire.

A real man is nothing but death.

What they feared was that their deaths would be worthless. Once the Hydra satellite fortress on Pluto was infiltrated and destroyed by the Alpha Legion, or even used by them to continue sending interference information and false intelligence to the troops in the solar system, the Empire's defenses would undoubtedly suffer a heavy blow.

The solar system is the last bridgehead, and behind it is Terra, the home planet of mankind.

Vendrar and all the crew members could only do the best of their abilities, destroying some of the enemy's warships with a fatal collision, creating even the slightest advantage for Lord Rogal Dorn's counterattack.

At this moment, he kept praying to the Emperor in his heart, praying that the strange warships that appeared from the light gate were loyal support from other places.

Although after rational thinking, he felt that the probability was almost negligible. Is it really possible that human loyalists from other parts of the galaxy finally sent their reinforcements in times of crisis?

Vendral, who was used to thinking in a cold and rational way, did not hold out much hope, but if that battleship was the enemy's reinforcements, then things would be really bad.

There was obviously a slight disturbance in the rebellious Alpha Legion warship. What happened here was completely different from what they had imagined. According to the plan, they could easily destroy the information center in Pluto's orbit.

That terrifying ship, who are they? Where do they come from?

There was no information about this battleship in the rebel camp.

The loyalists and the traitors were both in a strange tacit understanding at this moment. They watched the development of the situation in order to make accurate and calm judgments.

Almost everyone held their breath until the magnificent giant ship completely emerged from the light gate. The auspicious instrument and scanning array showed that its length was more than 110 kilometers. Its terrifying size, like a celestial body, made everyone gasp.

The giant black and gold battleship did not have any familiar markings on its surface, but Captain Vendrale felt a sense of familiarity.

This feeling... is a dark angel!

Unspeakable ecstasy rose from the captain's heart. It was true, it was really the Dark Angel, the great Lion King Lion Jonson had arrived in the solar system to support the loyalists here.

Then, just as their shock had subsided, the waves began to surge again, and a Glorious Queen-class battleship that existed in their database, the Indomitable Truth, followed into the real universe.

The appearance of the Indomitable Truth undoubtedly confirmed their speculation, but then a red and gold void battleship followed again, and closely behind it was the Red Tear of the Blood Angels.

Vendral could no longer feel his toes because all the blood had rushed to his brain, and he had to use all his energy to digest this incredible scene.

"Emperor, is this a fantasy I had before I die? Is this possible? Is this fucking real?"

Just when the captain and crew had become numb, the last battleship with a cobalt blue paint and a grand [Ω] symbol rushed out. It was even larger than the previous two in size, reaching 120 kilometers.

Three epic battleships of the hundred-kilometer level. As they crossed the galaxy, Vendral couldn't even see their bows and sterns completely. The human eye was so limited, but he had never felt so happy about his limitations.

"Send a signal to the Indomitable Truth and the Red Tear, and send them all the information, quickly!"

"It's worth it even if I die."

Vendrar's mind was filled with the thought that it would be good to die now. He realized that the reinforcements of the Loyalists had arrived, and whether they died or not, the Alpha Legion was definitely doomed.

It is an incomparable honor and luck to be able to be buried with the Alpha.

Chapter 340: How to Lose the Flying Dragon Riding on the Face (Please Subscribe)

Captain Vendrar of the Spear of Vilia was immersed in blissful joy.

Ever since the outbreak of the Horus Heresy, an indelible shadow has been cast over the hearts of all loyalists. Although they are reluctant to admit it, the fact is that the power possessed by the rebellious primarchs undoubtedly far exceeds that of the loyalists in terms of data.

There are now only three severely damaged legions stationed in the solar system. The human home galaxy has been largely isolated, and the enemy is approaching like a tsunami.

The war in the Beta Garmon Cluster is continuing to spread, and the situation has become even more passive with this important transportation route falling into the hands of the enemy.

"Emperor, if this is a dream, please don't let me wake up."

Originally, a strategic cruiser was facing off against hundreds of warships of the Alpha Legion and a Queen of Glory-class battleship, which was a completely fatal situation.

Even if he was the last shell, Vendral didn't know if his void shield could support the impact and remain upright.

And now, leaving aside those three unnamed behemoths, the Dark Angels' Indomitable Truth and the Blood Angels' Red Tears, plus the thousands of small warships that followed, can completely crush the Alpha Legion.

Vendral just wants to say, how can you lose by using a dragon to hit your face?

"Captain, the Indomitable Truth has sent a real-time communication." The adjutant at the side handed the data to the captain. At the same time, the communication servitor on the bridge deck began to broadcast the communication audio in a sluggish manner.

With a crackling sound of electromagnetic disturbance, the Indomitable Truth and the Spear of Vilia established contact.

"Attention Imperial warships: Ultramarine reinforcements have arrived in the solar system. Disable all weapon systems and move towards our fleet immediately."

"Repeat, move closer immediately. The next battle is not yours to participate in."