On the way to the middle deck, Sister Velez, the commander, heard the roar of the black ship's cannon, and the cannons on both sides receded on the gun mounts due to the huge recoil.
At the same time, the sound of impact and the roar of the armor belt being torn could be heard on both starboard and port sides, which was not a good sign.
Although the powerful weapons and equipment of the black ships were able to protect themselves well, the small ships of the enemy fleet managed to get within extremely close range.
A violent tremor spread throughout the keel of the entire black ship, and the nun staggered forward. The black ship's powerful protection system may be able to resist attacks by enemy ships, but it cannot prevent gang-hopping torpedoes or suicide collisions.
"here we go."
she said to the nuns.
"Everyone take your place and go."
The nuns trotted into fighting position, their armor clicking rhythmically.
Unlike the rest of the mortal armed forces of the Imperium, the Sisters of Battle, like the Brotherhood of the Astartes, wear power armor in battle.
This type of power armor designed specifically for human shapes and sizes is also the only legacy left over from the Age of Apostasy. It belongs to the same ancient system as the power armor used by the Astartes, and is called the nun-type power armor.
The Sister-type power armor was specially crafted for the Battle Sisters in the factories on the forge world of Mars. Although it is lightweight, it provides the wearer with excellent protection. It not only enhances the wearer's strength, but also does not reduce the speed and agility. sex.
Since it is powered by the same power source as the Power Armor used by the Astartes, it can effectively last almost forever as long as it is properly maintained and not damaged.
On the other hand, although the Sister-type power armor provides powerful protection to the wearer, the lack of black carapace implants in the Battle Sisters means that they cannot fully "integrate" with the power armor like the Astartes. , and cannot obtain the perfect power armor amplification and other advanced life support functions like the Astartes.
Therefore, the main function of the nun-type power armor is to enhance the wearer's strength so that he can better use and control some heavy weapons.
Velez sent Anatole and her team to guard the witch Kirubia Knox before launching a counter-attack against the Jump Gang.
Her orders were clear, even if the Huron traitors got there, the emperor's fuel must not be left with them.
If that moment does come, then the guards must kill the witch.
It was a difficult task, and Velez gave it to Anatole.
And she herself is responsible for the defense of the rest of the warehouse and fights to the end to ensure that it does not come to that point.
After a round of bombardment, the sound of short-circuiting cables filled the monastery deck.
As the nuns ran by, Priest Langella hung the censer on a hook and grabbed his heavy chainsword.
"Pastor, stay with me."
Adriana Velez did not want the priest to die early in the battle. He would be more useful alive.
By now darkness, smoke, explosions and destruction had spread across the decks.
Although pirates are annoying, Adriana Velez is more worried about the renegade Space Marines. The superhumans who have fallen into the arms of Chaos are known for their ruthlessness and have been trained to be extremely adapted to this kind of gang-hopping operation.
They swarmed into the hangar in droves and jumped out of the torpedoes embedded in the side of the black ship. Their twisted minds were filled only with the passion for the dark gods, and their twisted bodies were wrapped in blasphemous armor.
Like a torrent of madness, the unstoppable march of the Chaos Space Marines swept across decks and cabins.
The staff of the Astronomical Hall and the technicians in black robes soon suffered heavy casualties. Although they were numerous and determined to stick to their posts, their strength was nothing more than an egg hitting a stone in the face of the enemy's chain saws and madness.
It's a bloody defense where devout priests, silent stormtroopers, and battle sisters arm themselves with calmness and determination, drawing on their training and faith to hammer down the enemy.
The enemy rushed out of the jumping torpedoes in every hangar and hatch to attack them.
After half an hour of fighting, multiple cabins were sealed and the corridors were filled with smoke.
The beams of hellguns heated the air, the chainswords of the missionaries slashed at the red-plated monsters, and the maze-like warehouse was filled with the sound of bolters.
The fierce resistance brought huge death to the heretics, and the nuns were scattered in every corner, doing their best to resist the Red Pirates' attack.
Velez could hear the harsh sound of hulls rubbing against each other outside, and could feel the enemy ships colliding with the black ships.
The Holy Word's anti-ship firepower has been exhausted. The approaching pirate ships have launched an offensive outside the cruiser's side, and some ships have turned into floating wrecks.
However, the chaotic decks of the Black Ship proved that small pirate ships carrying cultists and Chaos Space Marines still managed to board the Black Ship, sending a large number of heavily armored killers to the huge cruiser.
Velez personally led a small team of Battle Sisters and Stormtroopers to a compartment of the Black Ship where psykers were initially processed.
Now the Chaos Space Marines were trying to get past it and storm the cargo hold.
boom------!
Just when Velez thought they were strong enough to handle the situation, she and her sisters were suddenly thrown off the deck and slammed to the ground.
The gunfire from the forward exchange also temporarily ceased as both sides were knocked away from their targets.
"Another raid?"
Sister Desiree asked loudly as she got up from the ground.
"The impact was too hard."
Velez quickly got up from the ground. She looked around and saw that there were no casualties yet.
"Whatever hit the black ship, it must be bigger than the average pirate ship!"
Then she opened the communication.
"Judge, what happened?"
"We were ambushed."
Inquisitor Quant told her that over the comms Velez could hear the captain roaring on the command deck.
"We collided directly with the Tyrant's Claw, which was their third ship."
"Do you know this ship?"
"Yes."
Quant replied dryly.
"It once belonged to the Star Claws Chapter, a Carnage-class cruiser. It is now under the command of the Huron's third captain, Narsil Wartock. Wartock not long ago destroyed the Ranger Chapter at Valamu. People call the gene seed bank in Sri Lanka ‘Big Brother’, so you should be careful.”
By the time the Sisters arrived on the hangar deck, the rebels had breached their stance to maintain atmospheric pressure and were landing hordes of brutal soldiers inside the ship.
The crew of the Astrology Hall, deck crew and engineers are trying to seal the blast doors.
Screams were heard from the other side of the door, as the Red Pirates were slaughtering the unfortunate Imperial troops left there.
"Open it!"
Velez ordered, pointing to the door.
"A blast door won't stop those monsters, they must be destroyed!"
As the blast doors shuddered open, Sister Desiree and Lieutenant Nugent led their troops through rows of anchored landing pods and cargo pallets.
Outside, Velez could see the remains of the Red Corsair's small raiders, armed freighters, and doomships, all bearing the tyrant's evil insignia, marching alongside the black ships.
Suddenly, a pair of modified landers and light freighters swarmed toward the open hangar.
They landed in an almost crazy manner, sliding onto the deck with a roar, and the transport vehicles in the Astrology Hall were knocked aside one after another.
When they stopped, the hatch quickly opened.
Nugent's Stormtroopers began firing supercharged laser beams from their hellguns at the battered, blood-red ship, with Velez having no intention of allowing the rebels to gain a foothold.
She ran straight to the smoke-filled landing craft, boots thumping on the deck, and unhooked two grenades from her belt, stopping in front of the open hatch of a converted light cargo ship.
Inside, she could see hordes of cult soldiers - savagely dressed, with cult scars bearing evil claw marks on their faces.
As soon as they sighted Velez, the Sisters of Battle were already throwing grenades into the cabin.
"For the Emperor! Die!"
