Chapter 1042: Chapter 716 Severe Damage Chapter 1042: Chapter 716 Severe Damage Kiriman stood on the bridge, his expression gloomy as he watched the three gigantic warships ahead of the Whisperer’s fleet.
Furious Abyss, Saintship, Three Sacred Hymn.
Kiriman had once seen his brother Rogdoon’s flagship, Mountain Array, which shone with a golden brilliance. The sanctity and shock brought by that glorious creation were still vivid in his mory. However, these three warships were completely different; their trident-like shapes and the remnants of subspace storms entwined around them made them appear as so evil entities about to destroy everything—Kiriman did not want to use an expression similar to Magnus’, but he had to admit, from these three steel creations, he only saw a thick manifestation of evil and twisted hatred.
anwhile, the countdown ended.
[Tir: -0.00.00]
But the first to launch an attack was not these three evil and terrifying giants.
“Annihilate the Tribunal! Avenge the Genetic Prototype!!”
The World Eater’s warships burst out like a pack of mad dogs, charging directly towards the Tribunal’s fleet.
“Damn assholes!!”
Seeing this scene, Rogal was completely speechless. After Angellon’s death, he had been trying hard to control the World Eaters, but these mad idiots were even worse than Angellon. Since Angellon’s death, they had been yearning to avenge their genetic prototype, vowing to scour every corner of the Milky Way and exterminate the Tribunal.
Hmm…. Rogal seriously doubted they could achieve this, considering that he had also watched the battle records where an enraged Angellon got beaten up and then exploded… Well, even Rogal was shocked.
He did not believe that those World Eaters could actually avenge their prototype.
But now…
“Can’t they be a bit more sensible?!”
Watching the World Eater’s warships bursting out of the fleet and flying towards the opposition, Rogal’s previously calm deanor vanished completely; he felt like a conductor of an orchestra who had just raised his hand to play a wonderful symphony, then suddenly soone in his band started playing “Zhu Bajie Carrying His Wife” on a suona, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.
“They are World Eaters, Rogal, what else did you expect them to do?”
Magnus, however, appeared quite composed.
“Honestly, what made you think you could control a group of masochists who voluntarily add chanical enhancents to their brains to feel never-ending pain?”
“But I didn’t expect… well, maybe I indeed didn’t expect…”
Rogal didn’t know what to say, so he simply stopped talking.
Everything had been perfect. The three Abyssal-class warships would have used their massive firepower to tear apart the Limit Warriors’ fleet, then destroy them, followed by the World Eaters and Whisperers invading the Five Hundred Worlds, and destroy everything Kiriman had been protecting, right in front of him. Now, however, these damn, pains-seeking fools who were good for nothing but fighting, killing, and suffering had ruined everything!
Watching the World Eaters’ fleet now charging forward and engaging with the Limit Warriors’ fleet, Rogal felt a real urge to command the Abyssal-class warships to annihilate them together.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t.
“Advance! Force the Limit Warriors to retreat!”
Rogal viciously issued the order.
“I want to see how much longer these Limit Warriors can last!”
anwhile, on the Limit Warriors’ side, Kiriman was discussing the sa issue with Duanmu Huai.
“You know, when I first saw these warships, I was quite worried about their firepower.”
Watching the World Eaters’ warships launch a frenzied suicide attack, Kiriman was starting to feel overwheld. The Limit Warriors often studied various tactics, and nothing made them feel more speechless than seeing tactics fail right before their eyes.
“So they are World Eaters, loyal in a twisted way just like the Evil God they worship, proving again that they really should be on the opposite side. They are more trustworthy and reliable as our enemies than as our comrades; to be honest, I have always been waiting for this mont to co.”
Duanmu Huai appeared gleeful. In any battle where Brutal Wrath or its followers were involved, players, sooner or later, were waiting for such drama, and now was no exception.
“What does twisted loyalty an?”
“This is twisted loyalty.”
“Well, from a certain perspective, they are indeed loyal…”
Kiriman was also at a loss for words. He even felt a bit of sympathy for Rogal; honestly, if Kiriman saw anyone from his Limit Warriors doing sothing like this, he might have contemplated suicide.
“Report, sir, the enemy is beginning to advance.”
“Then let’s follow the plan and retreat. The rest is up to you, Great Judge.”
“Don’t worry, the universe is round, and I’ll make them rember that.”
As the Whisperer’s began their advance, the Limit Warriors and the Tribunal’s fleets started a rapid retreat. At this mont, Rogal could only change the plan and ordered the Whisperer’s fleet to accelerate forward and rge with the World Eaters’ fleet ahead, which was advancing like mad dogs. Although the Abyssal-class warships were also advancing, they couldn’t attack—after all, their firepower was so great that any single salvo could turn the frontline into a sea of fire.
So if there were no friendly forces at the frontline, they indeed were excellent lethal weapons.
But… are they allies?
Watching the intersecting beams of light and the explosions of fire in front, Rogal was speechless.
“After we get back, I’ll have a serious talk with Horus. Perhaps the World Eaters shouldn’t be under my command,”
“Heh,”
At this, Magnus could only give a cold laugh. However, just then, a high-pitched scream ca from behind him.
“Report! My lord, we have detected an enormous spiritual energy signal… It’s right below us!”
“What?”
Rogal was startled, he instinctively looked down, and then, he saw sothing unimaginable.
The universe was changing.
A shimring blue brilliance erged from within the universe, followed by three gigantic warships, clear and translucent like works of art, breaking through. They surged upward like giant whales roaring in the ocean, directly aiming at the belly of three Abyssal-class Battleships.
Indeed, it must be noted that while most fleet battles appear to be conducted on a flat plane, the reality in space is that you can launch an attack from any position, any angle. Whether it’s from above, below, to the left, or to the right. Or at thirty degrees, sixty degrees—any angle, any direction is possible.
So when the three Spirit Motherships charged upwards at a vertical angle toward the Abyssal warships advancing forward and pierced them like a longspear, it really shouldn’t have surprised anyone.
But that wasn’t the case.
“No————!”
Rogal’s eyes widened as he watched helplessly as the three gigantic, powerful, and wickedly evil Steel Fortresses were penetrated— the Void Shields were no match for the impact of the Spirit Motherships, and the mory of Neksun, Spear of Ayton, and Otalis Pride pierced and went through the Steel Demons.
Luckily, the conical exterior of the Spirit Motherships did indeed resemble a series of Knight’s Longspears.
Then, they exploded.
The enormous power generated by the Star Spirit Warships, fueled by an artificial star, during the explosion was unimaginable. At that instant, the white brilliance that flashed nearly enveloped the entire galaxy, almost making it seem as if a second sun had appeared. Then, a rciless storm and shockwave suddenly burst forth, sweeping and destroying everything around it.
And unfortunately, the area around was just occupied by the advancing fleet of the Whisperers.
“No————!!!”
Rogal only had ti to let out this mournful wail because the next mont, his flagship, Loyalist Law Words, trembled violently under the fierce impact, and various urgent alarms and flashing red lights imdiately filled the space.
Naturally, the explosion didn’t only affect the World Eaters and the Whisperers.
The violent explosion even swept directly over Kaus and the orbital defense systems. These defense systems were originally ant to deal with the incoming enemies, but now, in front of this furious intense explosion, they were as fragile and helpless as branches in a hurricane. The Limit Warriors’s warships were also blown away, and although they had managed tily defenses and evasion, they were now scattered like leaves blown away by a storm.
“…Well, I’m sorry, it seems these guys’ explosive power was a bit more than I expected.”
Duanmu Huai appeared quite calm, after all, the Tribunal’s fleet far surpassed the defensive capabilities of this era’s warships, but he too had to admit that he hadn’t expected the explosion of the three Spirit Motherships to have such a huge impact.
“Indeed unexpected.”
Kiriman had just climbed up from the deck, and looking at the battlefield before him, he was also incredibly shocked. The Whisperers themselves had many soldiers, and this ti they had deployed their entire force, plus the fleet of the World Eaters, thousands of warships, indeed more than even the Five Hundred Worlds, and there were those three Abyssal-class Battleships—Well, in Kiriman’s view, this should have been a fierce battle.
But now, the entire battlefield had beco… quite clean.
Yes, very clean.
The densely packed advancing fleet of the Whisperers had almost completely been destroyed in that inexplicable explosion, with only a few lucky ships at the back surviving barely; now, they were also scattered due to the shockwave, disorganized and twisting this way and that at the rear.
Of course, his fleet of Limit Warriors didn’t fare much better; the originally neat formation had now directly turned into a ss. If a highly disciplined fleet were to rush over now, they could break through the defense network of the Limit Warriors without any effort.
Alas, there was none.
But the battle was far from over—most of the Whisperers’ warships were destroyed, but those that had charged far enough forward to engage in close combat with the Limit Warriors’ fleet had scurvived: naturally, most of these were the fleets of the World Eaters.
And naturally, they didn’t choose to retreat.
So the battle continued.
“Let those Grey Knights go, the next fight will be a suitable debut for them,”
Duanmu Huai looked at the Whisperers and World Eaters warships, still crazily charging toward him and others, and spoke indifferently. They knew there was no way out for them anymore; the fleet behind was nearly wiped out, the three Abyssal classes thoroughly damaged, and if they were to turn tail now, they would be reduced to trash in the barrage from the Limit Warriors’ warships. So they had only one choice.
“I’m not going to accompany them,”
Duanmu Huai had no interest in fighting with a bunch of lunatics, especially those driven to desperation.
“I’ll leave it to you now, Kiriman.”
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