The Mother of Tears was the first to leap out of the Warp.
It bursts into the silent real space, as if falling on black ice.
The deceleration thrusters ignited on the battlement turrets on its bow and central spine. The surge of energy generated by the interaction of unreality and real space on its pitted armor crackled from bow to stern. , creating a halo for the huge statue that stands on the church on the bow of the ship. It is Sanguinius with his sword raised high and his wings spread.
The rest of the fleet followed within moments.
The physical universe burst into flames when the real space split apart, and a jet-black battleship several kilometers long squeezed out from the other side.
The flames flickered over the scars and jumped over the detached battleship before the pressure of real space finally extinguished it.
In the silence of space, it is like a precise and beautiful ballet.
The bridge of the Mother of Tears is like a huge auditorium.
Malakin looked at the data and tightened his jaw.
He knew that this was the most dangerous moment, those few seconds between the collapse of the Geller field and the ship's complete emergence from the warp.
The stressed hull shuddered and groaned, the heavy transverse frames spanning the bridge screamed from the twisting pressure and burning engines, and the uniformed crew shouted status reports of each major system.
"All ships have successfully exited the subspace."
The technical priest in charge of the bridge announced in a mechanical voice.
"A perfect transfer."
"Give me a visual."
Malakin said in a deep voice.
Then, the eye-shaped screen flashed out, and at the same time, the heavy plastic steel sunshade covering the compartment window was slowly rolled up.
A flash of yellow light from a nearby star swept away the crimson streaks of the emergency lights, and the rest of the bridge crew grunted in pain, shielding their eyes or looking away until their vision adjusted.
"Are we at the specified coordinates?"
Malakin sat on a throne made of obsidian and metal, juxtaposed with the command podium on a separate platform, ensuring that the man sitting on it could oversee the entire bridge.
"The coordinate error is 5%."
the tech-priest hissed, not looking up from the screen.
"confirmed."
Malakin analyzed the preliminary reports, his genetically enhanced nerves processing the output far faster than his crew or cogitators.
Then, the Watcher of the Abyss leaned forward on his throne.
He saw the wreckage of the patrol fleet. Although this was not a deliberate arrangement, all patrol fleets dispatched had the same responsibilities - although the direction of the enemy's appearance could be inferred, it was still a huge range and required Some sentries who can be sacrificed at any time, some who can give early warning and delay the enemy.
Because the main fleet must lurk in the waves, waiting for the cunning beast to be completely trapped.
Although the sacrifices of these people have their own value, this fact is still like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart, torturing his conscience in agony.
"Go and kill them all."
Malakin squeezed out these words through his teeth.
"Kill until no one is left alive."
When the Mother of Tears led more than thirty warships of various types towards the surprised greenskin fleet, reactions also occurred in the subspace in the other two directions of the battlefield at the same time.
Later, the pitch-black Evernight jumped out of the night sky behind the greenskin fleet.
Then there is an entire fleet, including the expeditionary force’s naval flagship, the Apocalypse-class battleship named Fire of Punishment—this is a ship with a huge projection capacity, used to pour data on targets at extremely long distances. With millions of metric tons of ammunition, it also has solid hull armor and void shields, which can absorb most of the damage caused by the enemy.
Responsible for the left wing of the fleet is a large Exorcist-class cruiser named Deathbringer, which is a fleet carrier escorted by Cobra and Firestorm-class frigates.
It can be expected to maintain its distance, positioning itself at the far end of the battle line, and then release those deadly weapons from the flight deck-fighters and bombers of all types are ready and ready to plunge into the battle to destroy the enemy.
"The enemy is turning."
The bridge of the Evernight was busy, and the officer in charge of the large divination array was the first to make a high-pitched voice.
"Don't worry, keep up the speed."
Mazar, who was sitting high on the command throne, said solemnly and looked at the holographic graphics floating in the air. It analyzed the original divination readings such as tonnage, armament, energy generation and hull thickness into understandable, color-condensed information packages.
"Order the Deathbringer to detach from the formation and turn to starboard, have the escorts slow down to one tenth and prepare torpedoes."
Dozens of points of light scattered across the horizon, and then the frigates and cruisers launched their first torpedo salvos.
A dense trail was drawn in the void, like countless spears.
"Engine power reaches 75%!"
"The Void Shield Group is fully charged!"
"Point defense system ready!"
"The outer hull area has been closed!"
"We are entering lance range, my lord."
The technical priest who was tinkering on the operating table turned his head and shouted over his shoulder.
"You can attack at any time."
"Adjust course to intercept."
The Magyar lord stood up.
"The enemy must turn to face us, or we will drive our spears into their bellies."
Just as Magyar said, the green-skinned fleet really began to turn. Most of the ships began to turn around and attack the enemies behind them. At the same time, their formations were also changing rapidly.
It can be seen that the execution ability of these green skins is much stronger than that of most of their kind.
The red bows of these green-skinned warships were bloated and huge. The light from the reactors behind the portholes illuminated the surrounding debris. Their interference cannons were already at full fire.
Weapons of various calibers poured out ammunition like a storm, accompanied by continuous flashes of light, and explosions in the physical universe undulated.
The green-skinned fighter groups moved around the battlefield in larger formations.
They danced nimbly, spitting flames from the barrels under the fuselage, and threw a large number of bombs towards the enemy's void shields and armor, causing waves of impact.
From time to time, green-skinned fighter jets were hit by anti-aircraft fire. Some of them exploded like fireworks, and some trailed smoke and crashed directly into human warships.
Faced with the harassment of the green-skinned fighters, the furious human fighter jets also swarmed out from the flight decks of each warship, fighting fiercely with the green-skinned fighters in the void, shooting and entwining each other at close range.
The battle soon became intense.
Laser firefights came and went like a web, flowers exploded and bloomed, and burning turrets broke and fell from time to time. It seemed that every cubic meter of space in this galaxy was filled with the smoke and dust of war.
