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Perhaps their Ultramarines cousins ​​would enjoy such a debate, but the Imperial Fists are better at speaking with their fists.

"We blew up the Star Fortress in Pluto's orbit, as well as the two Star Gates. Now there is great chaos and unrest within the rebels."

"This is a perfect moment. I will immediately organize the fleet and launch a counterattack to inflict the greatest damage to the rebels."

Sigismund was an excellent strategic commander, and he knew exactly when to retreat and when to counterattack.

Now is the best time, the opportunity is fleeting.

"My creator has signaled me to obey your orders, Sigismund." Adam stood beside the Black Knight, shoulder to shoulder with his adjutant Pergus, Lan and others.

"You just need to give me the order and I will execute it 100 percent."

"Please entrust us with high-risk tasks. This is our vocation."

The combination of the Imperial Fists and the Iron Man is a bit weird, and even the two sons of Dorne feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that the two were silent, Adam suddenly remembered the ice-breaking trick Leman Russ had told him, and gently bumped his shoulder against the other's shoulder armor.

He was slightly taller than the Imperial Fists, and his adamantium skeleton and sophisticated internal structure made him much heavier than an Astartes. Lann was knocked to the side and staggered a few steps.

What is this guy trying to do? Provoke? Show goodwill?

This time, it was everyone's turn to be silent.

Adam's logic matrix frantically pondered why the little social skills Leman Russ had taught him didn't seem to be working.

But the Wolf King promised him that as long as he socialized with others in his way, no one would refuse to be his friend.

"First, make warm physical contact, then treat them to a delicious Fenris barbecue, and then drink a bottle of Fenris mead together, and you can become friends with humans."

In Adam's mind, he recalled the secret taught by the Wolf King. The detailed video data was even backed up in the memory.

"Perhaps I have not learned the essence of Leman Russ? According to the analysis, a Primarch would not make such a low-level mistake, so the fault should be mine."

Sigismund looked at the iron man who was trying hard to socialize with them, and the feeling of fear in his heart gradually dissipated.

They had to admit that although Adam looked completely different from them, the humanity and feeling he displayed surpassed most humans.

Even many insane Space Marines have almost completely lost their humanity in the war, and have abandoned everything except fighting and killing.

And Adam was like a living human being stuffed into the iron man's metal body.

If Adam were to wear a power armor, perhaps no one would be able to tell whether the person inside was an iron man or not.

"Since you want to act with us, then obey my command and I will consider your opinion." Sigismund said, and Adam also saluted cooperatively.

"Battle-brothers, for the Emperor, for Dorn, we must launch a counterattack upon the traitors' exposed weakness."

"Listen to my orders, all warships turn around, adjust the engine output to maximum power, and then penetrate them!"

Chapter 599: Revenge Time

At the beginning of the war, Sigismund had already forced the Imperial Fists fleet guarding the Twin Gates to withdraw towards Terra in accordance with Dorn's plan.

Although many frigates and battleships suffered damage or even sank in order to escape the pursuit of the Sons of Horus and the Iron Warriors, most of their combat effectiveness was still preserved.

This kind of determination, like a hero cutting off his own arm, means that the Imperial Fist Fleet is still capable of fighting.

At this moment, the rebels' greed and recklessness backfired on them. Not only did they fail to capture the key war hub like the Twin Gates in one go, their own vanguard fleet also suffered heavy losses from the self-destructing satellite fortress.

Eichmand still underestimated the Empire's determination. He did not expect that the Empire's garrison would not hold its ground and turn the war into a war of attrition that was more advantageous to them. Instead, they seized the opportunity and launched a counterattack with a total destruction of their own.

This is not only because the commander of the empire has enough courage to carry out this extremely dangerous plan, but also the result of the popularization of ideological stamps.

When the commander issued suicidal orders such as cutting off the rear and self-destruction, the imperial army, as the executors, did not hesitate or delay at all and acted 100% in accordance with the order.

Not only the mortal auxiliary troops, but even the mortal technicians who were responsible for maintaining the system operations in the satellite fortresses and the Twin Gates and acted as screws did not choose to disobey orders.

The ideological stamp can suppress the irrational side and prevent human weaknesses from prevailing even in desperate situations.

If there were no restrictions on ideological stamps, even if 99% of people could make sacrifices based on their devout belief in the Emperor, the remaining 1% might, driven by the desire to survive, take actions that affect the overall plan.

It is extremely difficult to keep all human beings sane.

The retreating Imperial Fist fleet began to make arc-shaped changes under Sigismund's command. This emergency change of direction was a great test for the structural strength of the warships.

The people running on the battleship felt a strong centrifugal force pulling them, and many objects that were not completely fixed were rolling around in the deep corridors.

+Emergency Turn+

+All attention+

The battleship's broadcast continuously sounded shrill alarms, and the flashing scarlet lumen lights made everyone's heart tremble.

The Mechanicus priests and technicians worked hard to bless the battleship's machine souls so that these eccentric beings could keep functioning normally.

All they could do was to strike back as quickly as possible. The rebels' state of confusion would not last long. Both Horus the Younger and Perturabo were experienced commanders, and they would never allow loopholes to continue to appear in their formation.

For both sides, it was a competition of speed and courage, and now it was clear that the Empire had grasped these two points.

The battleship's engine emitted a faint blue tail flame, and the hot plasma stretched very long. Finally, with the dedicated efforts of all parties, the thrusters finally completed the change of course.

"Charge the weapon array, prepare the light spears, prepare the macro cannons, and pre-lock and calibrate the torpedoes!"

"Grind the Iron Warriors to dust!"

The Imperial Fists fleet, which had been taking a beating, was now completely mad. They wanted to retaliate doubly for the pain and losses they had endured.

Because the rebel fleet had recklessly crossed the defense zones of various star fortresses in order to pursue the Imperial Fists, and after the satellite fortress and the Twin Gates were detonated, the long and narrow fleet was obviously divided into two sections.

Close to the Imperial fleet, the warships of the Sons of Horus and the Iron Warriors were still advancing forward.

They only saw the tragic situation of the allied warships behind them through the communication channels and scanning arrays. Just when they were still congratulating themselves for escaping the disaster, they suddenly saw that the fleeing Imperial Fists fleet had launched a charge in the opposite direction.

What is this doing?

Warsmith Vor Bran realized that things were not going well and that they had fallen into traps and ambushes set by the Imperial Fists.

The lackeys of the false emperor and the sons of Dorne were determined to fight to the death. After detonating the star fortress and the orbital system, they planned to charge in the opposite direction and completely wipe out these vanguards who had been cut off from the main force.

"Browne, I order you to retreat temporarily."

Just as the Warsmith was getting furious and was about to confront the Imperial Fists head-on, the communication servitor on the command bridge began to scream, and the voice of Horus Eichmand the Younger was heard here.

The Sons of Horus commander who failed in his challenge to Sigismund and teleported away at the critical moment was now on his flagship.

He also realized his mistake. He was too anxious and made mistakes that should not have happened.

The glory of the Space Marines blinded him, and he began to think that he might be able to challenge Sigismund.

This was exactly what the enemy had planned, and now he had to bear the consequences of his own creation.

But now that it has become a fact, no one can regret the mistakes they have made. Eichmand now only hopes to proceed steadily and capture Pluto and Neptune, the two planets in the solar system, as a springboard.

The closer we get to Terra, the easier it will be for the false emperor's lackeys to get support. We cannot afford to make a bigger mistake out of rashness.

Unfortunately, he made another small mistake. The rebels under Horus were never a disciplined entity, especially a powerful independent legion like the Iron Warriors.

Whether or not they were willing to follow the command of the Sons of Horus depended entirely on their common goals and the prestige of Horus.

If the order came from the Warmaster himself, the Warsmith wouldn't dare to do anything small, but Eichmander... that's far from enough.

Warsmith Volbron's eyes turned red, and behind him came the sharp and violent shouts of other Iron Warriors and mortal auxiliary troops.

Can the Iron Warriors evade the Imperial Fists' charge?

This is impossible!

Brown cut off the communication directly, ignoring Eichmand's warnings and orders.

To hell with that damn Son of Horus. We obeyed his orders and gave him face. So what if we don't give him face now?

Perturabo was right behind the fleet. If Bron tried to escape from the battle, he couldn't imagine how terrible the Iron Lord's wrath would be.

He was more afraid of meeting Perturabo than dying in battle.

The Iron Warriors prepared for this fleet battle with a cold and ruthless attitude. Only one side, between them and the Imperial Fists, could survive.

"Damn it, they ignored my orders."

"Again!"

Little Horus, whose hand was cut off by Sigismund, angrily hammered the table with his intact hand, but he could do nothing about it.

"Hurry, hurry, cross the blast zone and support our angry ally."

No matter how much he cursed, Eichmand would never let the Iron Warriors die in vain. These excellent cannon fodder should be used in more useful places. After all, among Horus's allies, except for the Iron Warriors, the others are almost all useless.

"Damn it, why are these bastards following the Warmaster to rebel against the false emperor? If we had replaced a few of the loyal legions on the opposite side, we wouldn't have had such a hard time fighting." Eichmand lamented.

The Iron Warriors Vanguard, having lost contact with the fleet in the rear, also opened fire at full capacity, intending to engage in a fist-to-fist battle of revenge with the counterattack of the Imperial Fists.

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.