Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

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 energy and materials are supplied, the assembly lines of automatic factories can continuously produce these weapons that previously required the Mechanicus to use manual craftsmanship.

Roche continued to use his saturation firepower tactics as always, preferring to use a thousand torpedoes to kill a target rather than save a 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."

Chapter 591 The So-called Enlightenment (Seeking Follow-up)

Sigismund is the supreme commander of the Pluto Defense Zone. He has the authority to mobilize all troops and war materials within the defense zone, including Astartes companies, mortal auxiliary forces and naval warships.

He is like a flag. Everyone who can see the tall and majestic figure of the Black Knight and the black sword in his hand will feel infinite power in their hearts.

As one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade and the commander appointed by Dorne himself, the Black Knight has extremely high prestige in the eyes of everyone. His every move can affect the morale of hundreds of millions of troops in the defense zone.

And at this moment, facing the sudden outbreak of space war, he still kept his composure and ignored the warships and star fortresses that were constantly being destroyed on the holographic projection with a cold and ruthless attitude.

"Connect me to the communication channels of various battlefields."

The Black Knight turned and said to the Mechanical Priest beside him that this mechanic was not wearing the big red robe with the Martian logo, but was wearing the clothing of the Advanced Technology Community of Ganymede.

Sigismund was not very sensitive to politics, but he also felt that these mechanical priests from Ganymede were obviously much easier to talk to than those guys from Mars.

Because of his previous "rescue" operation on Mars, many members of the Mechanicus secretly hated him, believing that Sigismund was simply taking advantage of the situation.

All the blame for the unethical decisions made by the imperial high-ranking officials was put on Sigismund.

"Yes, my lord."

The mechanical priest immediately operated the complex system to ensure that all imperial soldiers and warships in the Pluto defense zone could hear the voice of the supreme commander.

He cleared his throat instinctively, and his sensitive hearing could even detect his own overly enthusiastic heartbeat.

The Black Knight's heart suddenly calmed down, and in just a breath, he completed the state change.

He was no longer the Astartes named Sigismund, but the supreme commander of the Pluto Defense Zone and the spiritual benchmark for everyone.

The Imperial Fist Guards around him suddenly felt that Sigismund had changed. His breathing and the rhythm of his emotions were gone. Even though they could see the Black Knight's back with their naked eyes, he did not feel like a living human being to them.

Cold, empty, and callous.

Dorn's words still echoed in the Black Knight's ears, but he no longer felt the pain of being abandoned by his father. He released himself from the restraints and confinements.

During this long period of time, he has been reflecting on his own behavior and why he listened to the prophetic advice of the narrator named Euphrates Keele.

He instinctively felt that he still had a more important mission to complete and must not waste his life in vain.

But that mission may not come from Dorne, but from the Emperor.

At least, that was what Euphrates Keeler said, and she warned him to preserve his life until the moment came when he should risk his own life.

All the compromises, retreats, doubts and reflections in his heart had vanished, and Sigismund seemed to have returned to the same steadfast feeling he had during the Great Crusade.

No, even worse than that time. At that time, he could perhaps be considered focused, but he still had too many distracting thoughts.

He still craves for victory and honor. He is recognized as one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade. Sigismund may have no interest in material enjoyment like an ascetic monk, but his spiritual pursuit is still very passionate.

He enjoyed his progress in swordplay and combat, and he reveled in defeating powerful enemies: the Night Lords, the White Scars, the Emperor's Children...

He was immersed in the pure joy of martial arts every minute and every second. His skills became perfect and perfect. In his eyes, there was only pure fighting, fighting, and fighting.

But after the Great Rebellion, Sigismund's simple belief collapsed, and what he relied on proved to be illusory and weak.

The Black Knight was in pain, but at this moment, his selfless state seemed to be surging more violently than ever before.

When the communication channel was connected, everyone was listening to the Black Knight's speech.

Amid the fierce artillery fire and in despair on the verge of death, they waited for Sigismund to speak.

The Son of Dorne drew out his black sword, and the dull sword burst into a dazzling beam of energy. He had only one thing to say to everyone.

"For the Emperor! For humanity!"

There was no complicated or fancy declaration, only this one sentence was what the Black Knight told everyone.

But just these simple words gave everyone the courage to fight to the death.

Behind them is the Emperor and the sacred homeland of mankind. They have no way back.

The plasma fire gradually tore through the universe. The white flames devoured the giant metal ships, turning them into wreckage of metal and lightning.

The burning wreckage of the battleship was falling under the pull of Pluto's gravity, but along with it came more orbital drop capsules from the rebels.

Sigismund recognized the origin of the drop pods; they belonged to the Sons of Horus.

What the rebels want is to capture Pluto and Neptune intact, so that they can get the long-awaited springboard and use it as a breakthrough point to continuously transport troops.

The best way to take over a planet intact is the classic tactic of the Astartes Legion - orbital airdrop and beheading the enemy leaders.

Come on, take off my head and let me see if you are qualified.

Sigismund tied his greatsword to his wrist with a heavy chain. This was a glorious tradition from the World Eaters Legion. The Black Knights spent more time in the gladiatorial cage of the Twelve Legions than in their own legion.

When everyone saw their commander showing this attitude, they understood his will.

"It looks like our Black Knights are going to have a hearty massacre." said Favrne Lane.

"It has always been like this, but it won't be so easy this time, brothers." said Perius, the Black Knight's adjutant.

They held huge storm shields in one hand and double-edged power axes or power swords in the other, and followed behind Sigismund.

There were not many Imperial Fists defenders on Pluto, at least compared to the rebels who were airborne, they were at a great disadvantage in terms of numbers.

The Black Knights did not hesitate to throw themselves and their guards into the battlefield. They had to stop the enemy Astartes from destroying the planet's defense facilities.

Today, Pluto is protected by a void shield. Once the plasma reactor of the void shield fails, the enemy's artillery fire will accurately kill all resistance.

Sigismund and his battle-brothers rode Stormbirds and Thunderhawk gunships to the battlefield. Flocks of aircraft turned into a dark cloud, and higher in the sky, the tail flames left by the orbital drop pods that cut through the atmosphere were clearly visible.

The galaxy is burning, macro cannons and melta torpedoes from both sides are flying everywhere, and a large number of warship wreckages exploded and fell into the gravitational field of the planet.

"The traitors were scared, they went mad, and launched an orbital drop without completely overpowering our ships and orbital defenses."

"Their casualties are rising rapidly. These traitors want to take over our planet as quickly as possible."

The Imperial Fists were even in a mood to chat and laugh with each other, mocking the traitors' cowardice.

The position can be taken, but it will cost the enemy ten times the blood.

Chapter 592 I will behead Sigismund (seeking to follow)

Just as Sigismund led the Imperial Fists to stop the Sons of Horus rebels who had parachuted onto the surface of Pluto, a supreme communication from Terra sounded in the cabin of the Thunderhawk gunship.

That was an order from Rogal Dorn.

The Black Knight quickly played the communication content sent by the Father of Genes, and Dorn's half-body projection appeared in front of everyone.

"This is Rogal Dorn, my sons."

"Sir." Sigismund tapped his breastplate with his right fist and bowed slightly in salute.

Dorn's image just nodded slightly and didn't respond further.

"I know you are defending Pluto's defenses. According to the log of the Thunderhawk gunship, you are heading to the battlefield."

"Terra has already made strategic arrangements. Remember what I say next."

"I need you to fiercely resist the rebels' offensive on the surface, giving the enemy the illusion that you are determined to fight to the death, and at the same time orderly shrink the defense force of the Hades Gate in the planet's orbit."

Before Dorn had finished his order, Sigismund had already understood his father's thoughts.

The Empire intends to abandon the two ancient stargates and transform them into a deadly trap.

"Sage Roshi will send troops to help you detonate the star gates in the orbits of Pluto and Uranus. This will deal a heavy blow to the enemy. After that, I order you to abandon the defense of these two planets and continue to shrink the defense line to the rear."

"You are free to act according to the specific circumstances. I believe in your abilities." Dorn's projection looked around and finally fell back on Sigismund.