Warhammer, I really didn't intend to form a second empire!

"At the time, I also proposed some surgical modifications, and then she created Thunder Warrior for me. However, Thunder Warrior wasn't actually that crazy at the beginning. It was only later, as she became increasingly insane, that she added many unknown things, which caused Thunder Warrior to become stronger and stronger, but also to gradually become more and more insane."

"Given the power and cost of Thunder Warriors, I condoned her approach. After all, warriors who can drive power armor purely with their own bodies are really useful."

"So you knew about the Thunder Warriors' serious flaws? But to maintain the efficiency of the unified war, you tacitly allowed this to happen?"

The emperor nodded, not denying the matter.

brute!

"What then?"

"Later, she thought of using a surgery to give the Thunder Warriors powerful psionic abilities, making them even stronger on the battlefield, and she actually created such warriors without my permission! But..."

"Contaminated by the subspace?"

The emperor grunted in response.

"As I said before, the Thunder Warriors are powerful, but their will is far weaker than that of Astartes, so they are easily vulnerable to being exploited by Chaos."

“I explained this to her and forbade her from adding psionic modifications to Thunder Warriors' surgeries, but she wouldn’t listen. I had no choice but to expel her.”

"Before she left, she told me that she would definitely come back and make me pay the price."

"You didn't kill her? Seriously, what were you thinking? Letting someone like that out would just be another menace to the galaxy, wouldn't it? You've done so many wicked things, do you really care about this one?"

The emperor glanced at Zhao Zheng but said nothing more.

Zhao Zheng found it hard to understand the thought process of these immortals. Were they people with such strong emotions? If they were truly so emotional, would they have done so many terrible things?

“They won’t do anything to me, I know, and those words are just empty talk. If I ever encounter any difficulties in the future, they will still come back to me, even though I don’t understand why they left me.”

Speaking of this, the emperor could still feel a lingering pain in his kidneys. His war general had also left him, which was what he regretted most.

Tsk, that damned weasel, relying on its powerful psychic energy, it spreads its damned psychic charm everywhere, creating such a bunch of awkward immortals who both love and hate it.

It seems that this weasel must have had quite a few romantic entanglements with the female immortals back then, no wonder someone as idiotic as Erda would choose to stay by his side.

There are no normal people left in the world!

Old Ma is practically a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle; he managed to serve as prime minister in the empire for so long.

"So what's the meaning of you showing up here now to kill them again?"

“She’s completely insane now. If I don’t kill her now, I really don’t know what terrible things she might do to humans.”

"What exactly happened? Can you please stop being such a riddle-maker?"

Zhao Zheng frowned and asked.

The Emperor didn't say anything more at this moment. He simply waved his hand, and a picture provided by psionic energy appeared in front of everyone.

"What...what the hell is this?"

As Zhao Zheng looked at these images, he felt his stomach churning.

On those planets appeared countless bio-engineered humans—no, calling them bio-engineered is giving them too much credit.

Those are monsters! Monsters stitched together from human bodies, and almost all of them have lost their minds.

On that planet, which somewhat resembled Terra, a gigantic ball of flesh occupied a large portion of the psionic field of vision. Beneath this ball of flesh, whose exact size was unknown, one cyborg after another crawled out from the disgusting holes beneath it.

Disgusting pus, countless drops of blood plasma, and some other disgusting, nonsensical mess all smeared together.

Just looking at Zhao Zheng makes one feel nauseous; an ordinary person would probably have their sanity reset to zero after just one glance.

"She has transformed all the humans in this galaxy into this form, and she has also used those advanced technologies to create many biological ships. She is beyond redemption."

The Emperor's tone was devoid of emotion. This was indeed his former friend, but now this giant ball of flesh had to die. Even if she was immortal, the Emperor could not allow her to continue existing in this world.

"Is this fleshy ball her?"

The emperor nodded.

Do you have any photos or videos of her from the past?

The emperor casually used his psychic powers to generate a picture. The woman in the picture appeared to be of Western European appearance, gentle and charming, intellectual and elegant, and clearly the best choice for a virtuous wife and loving mother.

This was hard for Zhao Zheng to believe. This was a madman obsessed with biological modification who had even transformed himself into that huge, disgusting ball of flesh.

"So what do we do here? Just start attacking? Do you have any information about those biological fleets? Are we just going to fight them head-on? Shouldn't we send out some unmanned fleets to scout ahead and see what happens?"

The emperor did not answer Zhao Zheng, which clearly meant the same thing.

Zhao Zheng was speechless at this reckless fighting style.

Suddenly, the enormous fleshy ball in the image rotated, revealing a terrifyingly large mouth and eyes that could still be vaguely discerned as a human face, and spoke directly to the Emperor across the vast distance.

"Nyos!"

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Old lady, don't bother, just let me beat you to death.

When the fleshy ball made a sound, the energy field of the entire star field trembled.

Zhao Zheng stood in front of the porthole of the Emperor Dream, looking at the face on the huge fleshy ball that was vaguely recognizable as having human features. Its lips moved in the darkness, and each opening and closing was accompanied by a visible energy fluctuation that spread outwards.

The emperor's face remained unchanged, but he gripped the longsword in his hand tightly, and golden flames began to dance along the edge of the blade, appearing like a burning golden sun in the warp vision.

"All legions, listen to my command and prepare to attack."

The Emperor's voice was transmitted to all the fleets and Astartes' communication terminals as he spoke.

The fleets of the four legions began to adjust their formation the moment the order was given, the exhaust flames of their engines leaving dense trails of light in the darkness.

The Imperial Guards quickly boarded the main warships and charged directly towards the biological fleet.

This is a common tactic used by the Emperor: to charge straight in and then use the cannons on both sides of the warships to sink the enemy fleet.

Zhao Zheng considered this a foolish tactic, but it was the Empire's consistent tactic, because the Empire's warships had three advantages.

First, the Void Shield is thick enough to intercept most of the artillery fire before it overloads.

Secondly, the Empire's ships are inherently tough. Few enemy ships are built to be as tough as the Empire's, because this comes at the cost of speed. In naval warfare, what are you going to do without speed?

Thirdly, there was the Empire's terrifying array of large cannons, with almost every inch of the sides of the ship being filled with them!

Countless torpedo arrays were also placed below the ship alongside the air drop pods, so that with a single aim, they could work in conjunction with the torpedo boats to launch a devastating attack on the enemy.

Moreover, the Empire has a hidden advantage: apart from capital ships, it can produce as many warships as it wants, as many as it needs, and as long as resources are sufficient, it can keep building them without any problem.

This resulted in the Empire's seemingly reckless fighting style in naval battles.

Without saying a word, they charge straight in. Once they get close, they open fire and launch torpedoes, or fire two nova cannons and light spears from a distance, then charge while firing. When they feel that the macro cannons are still too slow, they will switch to a very traditional combat method.

All tactics shift to boarding!

Zhao Zheng returned to the Lishan and looked at the lonely flagship beside him, and couldn't help but regret why he hadn't brought some of his subordinates with him.

Well, now the Emperor summoned me here just to watch a show?

"Can we retreat first? Our fleet only has one flagship, while the other side has so many biological fleets and those bio-engineered humans. We're all alone, how are we supposed to fight?"

Kongming stood to the side and behind Zhao Zheng, his gaze also falling on the dark red light that was rapidly approaching.

"Your Majesty, we did not bring enough troops, but His Majesty the Emperor sent us here, so he must have already made preparations."

"Prepare a hammer my foot!"

"Did you see that? Those four legions have already started their attack. They didn't even do any reconnaissance beforehand, and they didn't use any encirclement tactics. They just charged straight in. The Imperial Fist's fighting style is fine when it's charging together with the Eighteenth Legion, but the War Dogs and the Twilight Raiders don't follow this approach!"

"War Dogs are used for assaults and flanking maneuvers, while Twilight Raiders are used for ground defense and night raids. The Emperor is essentially using them as the Fist of the Empire! Isn't this..."

"Your Majesty, no one can disobey the Emperor's orders. We'd better wait and see for now. Anyway, we're not afraid of this. Besides, aren't you here, Your Majesty?"

"That's true. Sigh~ I thought I'd come to see my brothers and maybe loot some treasures along the way, but who knew I'd run into this mess again."

Zhao Zheng turned his gaze to the battlefield ahead, where the Imperial Fist, which was charging the furthest, had already begun engaging the biological fleet.

The biological warship was also very large, with an irregular tubular shape. Its surface was covered by a thick and elastic organic shell, and it gleamed with a dark red, oily sheen under the starlight.

After approaching to a certain distance, the tubular branches at the front began to release dense, pale yellow beams of light towards the Imperial Fist's ships. These beams traveled straight through the vacuum with extremely high precision, drawing dense straight lines in the air.

The Imperial Fist's ships were very heavy, and thanks to the Void Shield, they maintained their formation stability even when subjected to those beams of light.

However, the sustained high temperature also dimmed the light of the Void Shield considerably, and some small cruisers showed burn marks the moment they were hit by those beams, and some even had huge gashes.

"Is it that powerful? What exactly is that thing? Even a light spear isn't this strong!"

Zhao Zheng didn't quite understand those lights, but he was certain that this was definitely not just simple biotechnology.

The Warhounds' fleet awaited its opportunity behind the Eighteenth Legion, while the Twilight Raiders' fleet primarily served as a buffer and counter-attack force.

Compared to the Imperial Fist and the Eighteenth Legion on the main battlefield, the Twilight Raiders and Warhounds are somewhat like an auxiliary fleet, constantly looking for opportunities to launch attacks on those biological ships.

The brief exchange of fire hampered the Imperial Fist's advance, but they withstood the losses with enough resilience and perseverance and did not retreat an inch.

The Emperor's orders are absolute; they will conquer this planet at all costs.

A galaxy, a few planets, a few battles—it's nothing to the Imperial Fist. They've fought countless tough battles!

Even after Dorne's return, they were able to simultaneously perform both defensive and offensive tasks, building fortresses and digging trenches while some of their brothers led armored units forward, never retreating an inch.

Dorne even had time to openly mock some of his brothers, saying they had ulterior motives in advancing the battle lines, which almost made the hot-tempered Lion King want to have an honor duel with Dorne.

All I can say is that Dorne's mouth is more annoying than Khan's.

While Imperial Fist's naval battles lacked any particularly impressive maneuvers, their sheer size and weight allowed them to withstand all artillery fire. As a result, although their advance was slow, the rate at which their fleet was being consumed was also very slow.

Zhao Zheng watched as one of the Imperial Fist's battlecruisers rammed directly into the massive biological warship.

Close-range boarding maneuver! Well done! You're truly a master, Fist of the Empire!

The sons of Dorne will never back down!

People say that the Iron Warriors' tactics are rigid and dogmatic, but I don't think the Imperial Fist is much more afraid of the Iron Warriors.

As expected of the two giants of the Imperial Civil Engineering Corps, they've got guts!

If Zhao Zheng had such a son, he would be sent back to the logistics department the next day and then back to the training ground to review basic tactics with the new recruits, or he would be sent to the logistics transport fleet to deliver supplies.

Want to board a ship? You won't even get a chance to drive a tank!

While this heavy ramming technique combined with boarding maneuvers works well, it's only effective against aliens and some Pocket Empires. In a major war, it would be a recipe for disaster.

Zhao Zheng stopped thinking about it; after all, they weren't his people.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Fist fleet has begun boarding operations against that giant biological warship, but their close combat is struggling to advance under the siege of those bio-monsters."

"The ground troops have already begun landing. Those bio-modified humans are quite powerful and there are many of them, so it will be difficult to wipe them out completely."

Kongming frowned as he looked at the battle report coming from the front.

Even if the Qin Dynasty could advance rapidly in this situation, its losses would certainly be substantial.

Unless the Ironborn fleet is here, they can advance directly with their powerful firepower. However, it is clear that the Ironborn cannot be exposed in front of so many brother legions.

"Have all four legions sent men down?"

"Currently, we only have Twilight Raiders and War Dogs. They are not very suitable for ground assaults. The front line is progressing very slowly, and we also lack some heavy armored units to help them open up the front line."

"Why aren't the Imperial Fist and the Eighteenth Legion sending people down? Logically speaking, they are the most suitable."

"I don't know, it might be the emperor's decision."

Kongming didn't understand why either, but looking at such a terrible tactical arrangement, he couldn't help but shake his head.

How could such tactics possibly appear in the head of an empire, especially one known for its military might?

Something's not right. Something's extremely wrong.

How could an invincible emperor possibly pull off such a feat? Absolutely not.

Kongming subconsciously disbelieved that this was the emperor's tactic, but looking at Zhao Zheng beside him, he was too embarrassed to ask, and could only frown as he watched this war that had left both sides in a mess.

The other side was equally brainless, charging straight in with their biological warships without even checking what type of fleet they were, just blindly crashing into it.

What are the characteristics of the Empire's ships? They're incredibly tough! And those rams that can kill without consequence—what alien dares to go head-to-head with the Empire's fleet?

As a result, this bunch of brain-dead biological fleet dared to charge forward despite knowing that the Imperial fleet was very tough and already heavily damaged, relying on their numerical advantage.

If you're going to charge, then charge! But you had to go straight for the broadside of the Imperial fleet, to get hit by those massive cannons and torpedoes.

Without any flexibility, how dare they call this a fleet?