Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Only a few soldiers are needed to break into the enemy ship and eliminate the enemy fleet's command, blow up or even capture the entire warship.

Its efficiency far exceeds that of artillery bombardments that may last for several days without any results.

And the losses are much smaller.

Even if the operation failed, the only losses would be an assault boat and a few Space Marines.

Although each Astartes was worth a fortune, this loss was insignificant compared to the high cost of building a warship.

“倒计时5秒，4、3、2、1，发射！”

Five assault boats shot out from the belly of the warship like arrows, passed through the gaps in the void shield of their own warship, and drew a blue tail flame in the void.

Their flying speed in the void continued to increase, rushing towards the defense platform in the distance that was shooting at their own fleet with light spears.

There was silence in the void, and inside the cabin, it was so quiet that one could hear the humming sound of the power armor's servo system.

Dorn's eyes were fixed on the data that kept flashing on the tactical screen in the cabin.

[Estimated time of engagement: 1 minute 42 seconds]

"Confirm the mission objective again," Dorn said solemnly in the encrypted communication channel. "Remember, control the core as quickly as possible. Don't linger in the battle, and don't fall behind!"

There are five large defense platforms in total, and five assault teams are responsible for each platform.

Other small platforms pose a lower threat and can be left to the fleet to slowly destroy.

[Estimated time to engage: 9 seconds]

On the tactical holographic screen, five blue light spots pierced the scarlet outline of the defense platform like sharp arrows.

"boom--!"

The armor-piercing missiles fired by the assault boats tore through the weak points in the platform's outer wall, and the boat's hull, carrying metal debris, penetrated the cabin. The hydraulic buffers sparked amidst the harsh sound of metal twisting, biting themselves to death on the deck.

Amid the piercing decompression alarm, a violent cyclone formed in the ruptured cabin, and those unsecured personnel and equipment were instantly sucked out by the vacuum.

Invert soldiers wearing power armor rushed out of the assault boats, and the magnetic locks on the soles of their boots fixed them to the deck.

"The corridor on the right, follow."

Dorn's orders were transmitted to every soldier through an encrypted channel.

Dorn's carapace only has a simple life support system that can only last for thirty minutes in a vacuum environment.

The assault boat was also damaged in the collision, but Dorn never considered withdrawing.

They must capture the defensive platform.

Every minute that passed was a huge risk to the fleet due to his tactics.

The internal structure of the defense platform is as complex as a maze, and the intricate corridors can hinder invading enemies and make them lost.

But Krobus's defense platform was built by the Invites, and Dorn had already memorized the internal structure of this defense platform when he arrived.

"Keep formation, take corridor C-7!"

The Primarch's extraordinary wisdom accurately guessed the enemy's defensive deployment. Every time they turned, they could accurately bypass the heavily guarded corridors, making the heavily guarded defenses useless.

"boom--!"

They encountered very few battles along the way.

The guards who rushed over in a hurry were killed by guns before they could pull the trigger, and the only obstacle standing in their way was the last door.

"Hot melt ready!"

"boom!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, the alloy door of the command center twisted and crumbled like melted butter.

Dorn, holding Perturabo's specially made laser rifle, opened fire first in the smoke, and the commander's helmet and half of his skull disappeared in the air.

The assault team rushed in like hungry wolves and wiped out all resistance in an instant.

He pointed the gun at the door and switched to defense on the spot.

Dorn pushed the commander's body away and operated the tactical instrument soaked with blood, overriding the rebels' original command authority.

"Crack——!"

The turret arrays of the defense platform suddenly turned their guns, aiming the huge cannons that had once pointed at the void at their former sister platform.

"Looks like I lost, brother." On the tactical screen, Dorn couldn't help but mutter when he saw another defense platform open fire three seconds earlier.

Although Dorn never cared about winning or losing, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful at this moment.

If he had just avoided that patrol, perhaps he could have been faster than Perturabo.

"Fortunately, I'm more skilled."

Perturabo wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his palms were also full of sweat.

He lost by just three seconds.

If he lost to his brother, Perturabo wouldn't know how to face people.

……

Without the defense platform, Krobus's orbital defense system collapsed, and the hive city's macro-cannons alone could not support it.

There is no way to stop the large-scale deployment of Invert forces.

Perturabo commanded thirty mechanized regiments, and with the help of Wop, he defeated the enemy with great ease and controlled the defensive nodes and strategic locations in the Spire District. Dorn led the assault team and, with the assistance of Saphir, attacked the Governor's Palace.

Invert originally thought that suppressing the rebellion would cause the Empire to suffer huge losses, but under the skillful command of the two Primarchs, suppressing the rebellion became an easy task.

However, what puzzled Dorne was that the governor remained seated on the throne, as if he had anticipated this moment.

"Why did you betray?" Dorn's eyes were filled with confusion.

If the Governor had independent ambitions, his rebellion would be justified.

But all the governors of the Invit Empire are Invites, including this governor.

He had no reason to betray the Invert Empire, but he did it anyway.

The Governor made no response and kept his head down.

Dorn keenly sensed something was wrong and reached out to hold up the Governor's head.

The Governor's chest continued to rise and fall regularly, and the beating of his heart was clearly audible.

However, what was strange was that the Governor's body was extremely cold and stiff, as if he had been dead for a long time!

Chapter 206: Possession (5K)

Dorn's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill ran up his spine to the back of his neck.

Some kind of almost instinctive intuition told him that the Governor's body was still alive, but his soul was long dead!

Just as he leaned over to check, Saphir's peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange outline in the shadow of the palace.

The blurry shadow seemed to be wriggling like a living thing, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"There is an assassin, be careful!" Just as Saphir's warning came out, a strange light suddenly shot out from the Governor's eye sockets and rushed straight to Dorne's eyebrows like a poisonous snake.

The light seemed to contain some terrifying will, which was forcibly invading his mind!

"Kill them! Trade his life for the Governor's!"

With a sharp shout, dozens of assassins swarmed out from the hidden secret room and surrounded the soldiers who rushed into the palace in an instant.

These assassins were equipped with various types of equipment. Some were holding various sophisticated firearms, while others were bare-handed, but their hands emitted a strange light.

One of them just waved his hand, and the two fully armed power armor warriors disintegrated like sand before they even pulled the trigger. The sturdy armor was intact, but the flesh and blood had crumbled into mud on the ground.

Saphir's pupils shrank. She did not see the faint light that invaded Dorn's consciousness, but those warriors were being slaughtered one after another by the assassin's psychic power.

If the situation is allowed to deteriorate, she and Dorn will end up being isolated and helpless!

"hold onto!"

Saphir gritted her teeth and released her psychic power, which turned into invisible shields that wrapped around the warriors who were suffering from the ravages of psychic energy, protecting them from the erosion of psychic energy.

"Go to hell, Invert's lackey!"

The other psykers immediately noticed her as an outlier, gave up on slaughtering other warriors, and vented all their anger on Saphir.

"Ugh—!"

Dorn only felt a stabbing pain in his skull, but the pain was extremely short-lived.

Because immediately afterwards a shrill scream sounded in his mind, and the moment something touched his soul, it was reduced to ashes.

The aggressive invader had been completely annihilated at this moment, without even a trace left.

Dorn shook his head, and time seemed to almost freeze at this moment.

He could clearly see the blood mist that had not yet dissipated in the air, and heard his own heartbeat rumbling in his chest like a drum.

In a nanosecond, the Primarch had a complete overview of the battlefield situation.

Dorn's mind worked like lightning, his body reacting before his consciousness, and he rushed straight towards the assassin who had just disintegrated two power armor warriors with his bare hands.

A trace of surprise flashed across the assassin's face. He obviously didn't expect Dorn to be able to break free from his restraints.

"Then I can't let you live!" A fierce look flashed in the assassin's eyes. He raised his hand hastily, and invisible power instantly rushed towards the original body.

His ability is enough to break anyone down like sand, and relying on this move he is almost undefeated!

However, he was facing a Primarch.

"boom!"

Dorn's body paused for half a second, but was not affected by the psychic energy and disintegrated on its own.

His fist broke through the energy field in an instant and further shattered the assassin's psychic barrier.

Under the assassin's horrified eyes, his head exploded like a ripe watermelon under the heavy blow.

"Snapped!"

Red and white objects splattered everywhere, but Dorn didn't stop for a moment, his fighting instinct had already locked onto the next target.

"There are seven more!"

The Primarch calculated the best course of action within a nanosecond. His towering figure displayed a ghostly and terrifying agility. He moved like a ghost through the hail of bullets and pounced on the second assassin!

There are many assassins, but there are only seven psychics who can emit light from their hands.

"Don't hold back, kill him, or we'll all die!"

The assassin chosen by the Primarch screamed and fled in panic towards the other assassins, trying to reunite with them.

Previously, in order to kill as many enemies as possible and avoid being caught in one fell swoop, they were all scattered in the palace.

It was wise to join forces, but unfortunately, it was too late.

Each of Dorn's attacks hit the vital points, and his psychic power was unable to stop him at all. The sound of bones cracking came one after another, accompanied by short screams.

These psykers were indeed powerful, but they had the misfortune of encountering the Primarch.

Dorn crushed the neck of the last psyker, his chest finally rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

He made an uncomfortable sticky sound as he stepped through the pool of blood. When he looked around, he saw that the gun-wielding assassins had already been scared out of their wits and were frantically throwing away their weapons and trying to beg for mercy.

But the eyes of the Invit warriors were already red with anger. They witnessed their comrades being torn to pieces by these assassins using psychic power.

At this moment, the rage for revenge is burning in my chest, how could I accept this belated surrender?

The laser gun's blazing beam pierced through the assassin's head like a sharp sword. The high temperature instantly vaporized the brain and carbonized the flesh and blood, leaving only a few wisps of green smoke floating out of the charred and red skull holes.

Dorne did not prevent the execution of prisoners; you cannot surrender only when you are losing.

His warriors were not slaughtering civilians for no reason; these assassins were enemies.

Dorn believed that even the kindest of his brothers would show no mercy to the assassin.

Dawn turned to look at her pale-faced sister, a trace of worry in her eyes: "Sister, how are you?"

Saphir held the cold throne armrests with both hands, his hair on his forehead soaked with cold sweat. "I'm fine, just exhausted. Let me rest for a while."

……

"Dorn!"