After the engine stalled briefly, the Starfire quickly started moving again.
After blocking a blow for the Evernight, she didn't intend to quit the battle just like that. Instead, she rushed directly towards the Reefed Ship.
The approaching green warships opened fire, firing torpedoes and rockets into the Starfire's path.
But she's still moving forward.
The warheads smashed into her deck, burning through the armor with clouds of plasma and flinging molten metal into the void.
But she's still moving forward.
In the intact chamber, Chapter servants and servitors loaded new torpedoes into the launch tubes.
The first wave of counterattacks started from here. The torpedoes quickly passed through the distance between the target and exploded on the bow and back of the green-skinned warships, knocking them out.
At the same time, more green-skinned warships joined in the interception.
The explosion rocked the Starfire's already battered shell.
But she's still moving forward.
The small greenskin warship began to swerve out of the way of the burning ship, but the Starfire opened fire again.
The shields disappeared under the torrent of macrocannon shells, and in an instant their hulls were melted and their reactors exploded.
The Spark was burning hot, and it was still fighting to the death, vowing to keep the Rocked Ship behind.
A long black crack replaced the Starfire's starboard side, and the two main propulsion ports were melted into debris, causing a fire that swept across the entire engine deck, killing countless slaves and servitors in the engine room.
But her artillery fire had already begun to bombard the stranded ship's shields, temporarily trapping the behemoth on the battlefield.
"We're late!"
Finally, the Weeper Chapter's ancient battle barge, the Mother of Tears, led a group of warships to create the biggest breakthrough in the greenskin blockade.
The stubborn greenskins tried to turn back and fight, but the result was that their formation was further divided, which gave the Evernight and Punishing Fire an opportunity to take advantage.
"Attack across the board! We must sink the enemy's flagship!"
The Magyar lord also gave up his hunting plan and led the fleet to start a fierce attack, regardless of casualties.
The weaknesses in the greenskin's character are quickly magnified in this situation.
In just a few minutes, a coherent and targetable fleet ceased to exist.
Some wanted to continue fighting, others did not want to be buried here, and some were wavering. The entire fleet was torn apart in all directions, and the so-called orders and instructions were also forgotten.
All hopes of a concerted breakout were shattered. The greenskins were torn apart and weakened by the swarm-like flight. One by one, the warships broke away from the attack line and rolled to maneuver.
Their warp engines were activated, with no regard for the minimum safe distance of the vortices between them, and each ship was isolated in its own area.
Perhaps there are still many of them, but they are as weak as lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The Starfire sailed hard, its shipboard weapons roaring continuously, advancing parallel to and containing the severely damaged Reefed Ship.
Even though the Starfire is already a powerful behemoth, it can no longer be compared with the ancient space junk built from the foundation of a battleship.
The staggering shipwreck aimed all its weapons at Soshyan's flagship, ravaging the latter with barrage after barrage, but received minimal return fire.
The Starfire kept firing torpedoes, while large groups of bombers swarmed out from behind.
Soshyan's goal was not to kill the stranded ship, but to maintain a state of engagement with his opponent to hold him back.
He had to prevent the stranded ship from escaping and await the arrival of other capital ships.
From the outside, the Starfire was ablaze.
Her shields had failed, and the hull was ablaze with explosions of fire.
While the greenskin fleet was escaping, the Mother of Tears moved forward immediately. At the same time, the flagship of the Imperial Navy, the battleship Fire of Punishment, also sailed at the forefront as the vanguard of the fleet, heading straight for the Reefed Ship, ready at any time. Unleash its firepower onto the heavily damaged Greenskin flagship.
Nazdraig finally realized that something was wrong.
Before destroying the Starfire, there was a high probability that he would be destroyed by the concentrated fire of the Empire's warships, so he immediately made a decision.
"What?"
On the bridge, which was full of smoke and sparks and full of running crew members, Soshyan looked at the scene on the broken display screen in surprise.
The ship ran aground and began to "break up."
Like an octopus encountering a natural predator, it begins to discard unnecessary appendages.
A large number of structures and even cabins began to detach from the reef ship, and the originally bloated body began to slim down. These abandoned armors, cabins, and even weapons formed a ring of steel around it, covering the Starfire. No.'s shooting path.
"It's going to run away!"
Soshyan immediately grabbed the intercom.
"Lorken! How is the engine repair status?"
"Chapter Commander... Ahem! No! Both power furnaces are damaged to varying degrees. One power furnace has an explosive wind and must be shut down! We only have one available at the moment!"
"What about the electrical system?"
"Only 36% recovered!"
"Damn it!"
Soshyan smashed the communicator with one punch.
The Starfire had reached her limit, and although the Stranded had peeled off a layer of armor in front of her, she was unable to inflict serious damage on it.
After losing a lot of encumbrances, the speed of the Reef suddenly increased. It began to break away from the entanglement with the Starfire and rushed towards the safe path that had been opened by the Greenskin Fleet. Behind it was the frigates that were constantly harassing and shooting.
And the Mother of Tears, which arrived belatedly, tried desperately to catch up with it.
But in the end, it disappeared into the ripples of the warp.
This tragic naval battle finally came to an end.
When the sound of the cannons died down and became silent, and the embers fell into darkness, the fleets of the three battle groups, as well as the fleets of the navy, gathered together again, resumed their formation, and faced each other in the wreckage-strewn space.
"Everyone, let's talk."
Malakin almost slumped on the throne.
"Now how do we clean up this mess?"
Except for the Holy Blood Priest who laughed weakly a few times, the rest of the people had no expression on their faces.
Their warband is really ill-fated.
"This is a great disgrace."
The fourth company commander and fleet master spoke first.
"Once again we have made our allies suspicious, and we...have once again brought shame to the battle flag."
"Why do you say that?"
The leader of the Terminator team disagreed.
"We have brought them the victory they wanted, what else do you want? War will inevitably have accidents, and not every war can be so perfect."
"But the green-skinned warlord was able to slip away, which is indeed a missed opportunity for us."
"This is different from the plan."
Malakin listened carefully to their speeches, nodding thoughtfully from time to time.
Then he took a deep breath and shrugged his exhausted shoulders.
"Needless to say, I will go to the Starfire in person to apologize for my mistakes."
