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Solar Domain, Armageddon Galaxy, Armageddon
From the time the huge green-skinned battleship appeared from subspace to the time the Armageddon Orbital Defense Station responded, the situation began to take a turn for the worse in just a few minutes.
Everyone was unexpected, and even the planet governor still didn’t know what happened.
Who would have thought that green skins would appear without warning at the edge of a galaxy that is crucial to the empire, heading straight for the core planet. This is a large industrial world of the empire and an important node in the navigation channel. Countless people are responsible for things like The Legiones Astartes provide ammunition manufacturing
Factories are scattered throughout the galaxy.
But now, the only thing standing between the green-skinned giant ship and the planet is the orbital defense station.
But this responsibility was too heavy for Major General Lawrence Montoya, who had almost never been on the battlefield.
Although he was now standing on the edge of the command platform, with his back straight and his hands behind his back, looking down at the bridge, looking calm and composed, only he knew the panic inside.
Other staff, crew members and officers were also fully focused on their work.
The contact signals on the walls flickered eagerly as arrays of cogitators calculated the odds and reached clear conclusions.
Major General Lawrence Montoya is well aware of the combat capabilities of his combat space station. Although it has good firepower, it is far from enough to stop the greenskin offensive.
Therefore, he could only silently curse these damn greenskins in his heart, and also curse the detector operators who deserved to eat shit - why didn't the enemy even notice it when they touched it under their noses?
As the Orbital Defense Station scrambled to respond, the few frigates in orbit also responded, obeying Rear Admiral Lawrence Montoya's hopeless orders and attempting to maintain the blockade.
But without their help, the orbital blockade will surely fall.
"Sir!"
The gunnery commander shouted from the gunnery station.
"All weapons arrays are fully prepared and loaded, and the enemy ship is within range and is requesting fire."
Rear Admiral Lawrence Montoya took a deep breath and looked around the bridge once. How he wished this was just a dream——
Then he looked at the gunner.
"Permission to fire."
The first salvo hit the World Killer hard, its shields trembling from the bombardment, and the ship's bow flashed with green light.
"Ha! Xiami fought back!"
Bonecrusher turned to his helmsman and tapped his cocked hat on the head, then pointed at the grainy, flickering holographic display.
"Keep your course and head towards that iron lump at full speed, as fast as you can hit it."
"Got it, boss!"
shouted the helmsman in response, not picking up the dropped hat because a grunt ran to pick it up.
Bonecrusher then turned to the main communications array and yelled a series of orders to the ship boy using a rusty earphone and a bent microphone speaker, and then walked up the deformed metal stairs to the command platform.
There, the mechanic boys bustled about, pausing only to wipe some grease off the main panel, while Bonecrusher came to the command platform and slammed his scarred green fist off the console's most conspicuous red button.
Suddenly, the thick metal bulkheads of the entire battleship began to tremble, and the engines groaned and overturned.
Sirens roared and thousands of beasts roared as the World Killer rolled forward, while cannons roared.
It looked as if this huge hulk was planning to just hit the space station.
The artillery array of the orbital station also flashed continuously, and three heavy light lance volleys overloaded the bow shield of the World Killer in the astonishing light.
Seconds later, flames bloomed across the jagged hull of the ship.
Another macro-gun shell hit the bow of the ship, which was composed of thick armor plates, head-on. More gun columns came online and fired, causing a lot of damage. Finally, they penetrated the bent bow deck for more than ten meters and triggered an explosion.
The explosion penetrated the surrounding warehouse walls, exposing part of the ship to the void.
The gunnery command from the orbital station control center targeted the exposed weakness and expanded it with continuous salvos.
While the barrage continued, the World Killer continued to move forward.
The space around it soon became stagnant with slowly rotating wreckage, huge pieces of the ship being blasted and blown away by the relentless blows - but the wreckage wasn't the only thing floating around the ship like a cloud.
From hangars and silo hatches, greenskin space vehicles of all shapes and sizes formed chaotic formations in front of their mothership.
The orbital station also fought back. Fury interceptors scrambled from the hatch and exchanged fire with the oncoming green bombers. The void between the two was soon torn apart by the flashing lasers, bullets and missiles as hundreds of fighters exchanged fire. .
Maj. Gen. Lawrence Montoya watched all this nervously.
The alien flagship is approaching, but it is already injured. In the zoomed-in picture, its bow was blown open by a cannonball.
The junk-like ship seemed to tremble and hurt, flames licking its sides and burning its guts.
This was not what Maj. Gen. Lawrence Montoya expected.
The greenskins were supposed to crush them, they were supposed to strike along the sides of the orbital station, break the void shields with heavy firepower, and then storm the orbital station with their landing pods.
Once the opponent survives the first wave of attacks, they can ram the artillery train and assault the orbital station, and it's all over.
Maj. Gen. Lawrence Montoya even imagined that after he killed himself with a pistol, his body was dragged from the command platform and chopped into pieces.
But the green-skinned warships did not attack the orbital station.
Vector and process triangulation calculations by graphic experts and graphic contemplatives revealed that the Greenskin flagship was to pass the orbital station.
Maj. Gen. Lawrence Montoya felt relieved for a humiliating moment when he realized what was happening.
This emotion was immediately suppressed by a mixture of shock and anger——
Because the Greenskins weren't trying to crush and capture the orbital station, they were just trying to get over, they were going to Armageddon! ! !
"Captain Gunner!"
He called out to the officers of the weapons array.
"Can we stop the greenskin warship?"
"I'm afraid it will be difficult, sir! The opponent's mass is too great, and its speed is very fast. This thing is stronger than an asteroid meteorite, and our firepower cannot completely intercept it!"
"Damn it!"
Rear Admiral Lawrence Montoya watched the green-skinned battleship continue to accelerate while cursing the alien's cunning.
The thin blockade can no longer stop the opponent.
"All battleships, use all means to stop the green-skinned battleships! If not, just hit them!"
As a last resort, he could only issue death orders to a few frigates and sacrifice these warships in exchange for the safety of the planet.
If this thing falls to the ground, no matter what the green skin does next, at least his head will not be saved.
Soon, the frigates tried to stop this behemoth, but compared with the world killer, their tonnage was like the difference between a trout and a shark.
Within a moment, two frigates began to disintegrate under the continuous blows of the World Killer.
Their inner decks burned first, then their magazines boiled, their reactors overloaded, their plasma drives overloaded, and the end result was a cascade of explosions that rippled across the ship, blowing open their hulls and shattering their keels.
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