Judging from the situation, although the human fleet was caught by surprise and caused considerable losses to the greenskin fleet in the early stage, their numbers were still at a disadvantage.
The gap between the two sides is about two to one.
So when the greenskin fleet adjusted their formation, their counterattack began.
A portion of them, approximately one-third, was sent to engage the fleet led by the Battle Barge the Mother of Tears, the flagship of the Lamenters Chapter, while the remaining two-thirds, including the flagship HMS Stranded, was sent to confront the main force of the Imperial Navy and the Ascetic. A combined fleet composed of the main force of the battle group.
The greenskins directly adopted assault tactics. A large number of warships suddenly overloaded their engines and rushed towards the human fleet at extremely fast speeds, firing at close range or even ramming them, thereby disrupting the human formation.
Since the human main fleet has a large number of large battleships, its formation changes are relatively slow, so it can only adopt a spherical cage array as much as possible to protect the battleships.
So the battle situation quickly evolved into one side with a smaller number, and both sides kept a certain distance and shot at each other, while one side had a larger number, entangled with each other, and turned into a chaotic battle.
At this time, the greenskin's numerical advantage came into play.
Most human warships have to deal with two or even more greenskin warships on the other side, and the main fleet is surrounded by enemy ships. For example, the Fire of Punishment has more than ten greenskin warships shooting at it. .
Although the Evernight has been less attacked, it faces the most severe challenges.
"The void shield energy has reached its upper limit!"
On the bridge, every observation eye and port was completely white.
The Evernight and the Reef were less than thirty kilometers apart, and a large amount of firepower from the two ships was poured on each other's shields, obscuring the entire field of view.
Sparks continued to explode from the control panels, and the rows of consoles were severely overloaded. The advanced command servitors became overheated due to the huge data, and at least half of them died ten minutes ago.
Magyar was still sitting on the throne, slowly cleaning the bloody gears of the harvest scythe.
"We have to disengage."
Beside him, the fourth company commander of the battle group and the master of the fleet urged:
"There should be some distance."
If compared to people, the two battleships are now in the same state as warriors with weapons intersecting. Although the Evernight is not much different in tonnage than the Reefed Ship, she lacks the physical strength of her opponent.
She was a knight, a warrior of graceful refinement and dignity, now caught in a savage fight.
With every moment the two ships were trapped in each other, something continued to die on the Evernight.
While the Fourth Captain was speaking, a raging system near the strategy room array threw a charred sailor across the bridge and into a pipe.
The blows continued, and the Rugged Ship, like the proud ship of humanity, suffered rib injuries and bruises on its eyes, but this was of no comfort to the master of the fleet.
"No."
Mazar shook his head, responded softly, and stared intently at the white eyes of the main observer, as if his enhanced sensitivity allowed him to see through something in violation of simple physical laws.
"This will serve them well, Chapter Master."
"Then we will give our advantage over them, Fourth Captain."
"Sailing so close, we have a risk of impact."
"Now that we are in battle, blood will be shed."
"Then at least let me recall the Punishing Fire, and between the two of us, we—"
"No."
Magyar never raised his voice, but an experienced ear could detect that will in his deep voice and in every gritty syllable he uttered.
"Keep them at a certain distance and stationary, maintain the battle line, and try not to mix with the greenskin warships."
The Fourth Captain turned to his screen, electricity bursting across the screen.
"clear."
The battle situation was tense for a while, with warships constantly exploding, or being injured and withdrawing from the battle, and some warships colliding with each other and falling together.
When war becomes a mere numbers game, the Greenskins find their favorite situation.
Some green-skinned warships have even begun to launch gang wars against human capital ships, but without exception they have been repelled by the Astartes deployed above - every capital ship participating in the battle has at least one squad deployed on it. The Astartes are specifically designed to prevent gang jumping.
But if you keep doing this, there will always be times when you fail——
Just as the greenskins' attention was completely attracted by the battle in front of them.
It emerged from the warp without warning.
Groups of transport ships, frigates, and a handful of cruisers formed a wide sphere in front of the wound created by their re-entry into the material universe.
The Starfire floated at their center, her slender hull gleaming in the dim starlight.
On the throne on the bridge, the chapter leader of the Astral Knights silently stared at the light of destruction bursting on the battlefield and listened to the cry of death.
As he listened and read the data from the auspices, they told him that the time had come.
"Let's go."
Without any extra orders, the entire fleet began to speed up.
The greenskin fleet that was engaged in fierce battle did not pay much attention to this sudden "small fleet" - the fleet was basically fuel transport ships, as well as lightly armed material transport ships.
Then, as this strange fleet approached, each frigate opened fire, turning all the large wrecks into burning dust.
A part of the greenskin fleet hurriedly rushed to intercept this fleet, but it was already accelerating, like a cluster of flaming arrows falling from the night sky, rushing towards the core of the battlefield.
The Starfire took the lead, firing at any ships that came in the way, killing some while the rest tumbled behind it like leaking wreckage.
On the throne, Soshyan stared at the image of the ancient space junk that had been marked as the green flagship, gradually getting larger in front of the bridge's observation deck.
Ships from both sides filled the asteroid belt, and human fleets were entrenched in different directions.
At this moment, both sides sensed a pause, but the greenskin was obviously more sluggish.
The huge promethium transport ships and ammunition barges also began to speed up under heavy escort. They themselves were fragile, but both sides deployed their formations, which allowed them to be shielded from enemy fire.
The Starfire continued to pounce on a group of green-skinned light battleships that had just turned.
The flames engulfed the shields, leaving gouges on the gray-iron hull, and then the main structure was torn apart and destroyed.
The macro cannon has been loaded, and the timing fuses in each warhead have begun to operate.
At the same time, the transport fleet was also under the cover of the frigate, dragging armor fragments along the way at high speed.
They began to burn, their hulls peeling away in molten metal as they plunged straight into the fangs of enemy fire.
Waves of shells and beams of energy battered their fragile shields and smashed into the bows, but the outlines of the greenskin fleet filled the view of their bridges and they could only move forward - with only a handful of crew aboard. With a large number of servitors, it was impossible to make any posture adjustments.
In order to provide them with protection, the frigates were not afraid of gunfire. They bravely positioned their hulls directly across the transport ship and the enemy, and threw rows of torpedoes.
A small number of greenskin warships seemed to realize the attacker's intentions and began to scatter, but it was too late.
Transport ships loaded with fuel and explosives began to disengage——
