Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 217 The Cage of the Deathmatch - Prospero

Above the Wolf Hall, everything remained as it was before Constantine knelt down.

The wolf king had already got up, and Mionar, who was shining with cold light, had already come out of her sheath.

Everyone is ready to fight, and everyone is waiting for Constantine's final answer.

Like waking up from the most extreme nightmare, after waking up convulsively, Constantine gave his answer after witnessing everything.

"Retreat, retreat, this is a trap!"

After speaking, he completely collapsed in the middle of the arena in Wolf Hall as if exhausted.

The scene was silent, which was a result that even the wolf king did not expect.

The commander of the imperial army was defeated?

The Thousand Sons completely betrayed the empire and set such a trap for them?
The truth of all this made Ruth's rational brain a little disconnected in an instant.

But at the same time, he is also the most sober person in Wolf Hall.

=The wolves who are good at ambushes have exposed their position, they are so vulnerable in the middle of the trap=
=Magnus he will bring back, even a corpse does not matter=
=But that time is definitely not now=
"The subspace engine is activated urgently, and the entire fleet is evacuated immediately!"

That was the order of the wolf king, no matter how many doubts there were, it needed to be carried out now.

After receiving the notice, several Imperial Guardsmen and Sisters of Silence rushed into the Wolf Hall. They rushed to pick up Constantine, who was lying on the ground, whose life and death were unknown.

Some "Fenris Priests" who seemed to be in charge of medical treatment among the wolves also stepped forward to surround Karl and started simple treatment.

Of course, these "Priests of Fenris" are also responsible for a wide range.

From treatment to treatment, the custody of the Dao gene seeds are all within the scope of their responsibility.

So there's nothing wrong with dealing with Cal's chest wound in the Space Wolves stronghold.

Seeing these scenes, Kaya let go of the judge in her hands as if relieved.

She even had a trance.

It wasn't until the madness faded that she realized what she had just done -- she was threatening a Custodian with a weapon, a Primarch.

She didn't know what kind of crime this would be counted as, after all, it was hard to say that any mortal would dare to do such a thing.

But luckily it's finally over.

The roaring subspace engine started roaring again.

Its huge output is gradually changing the structure of the surrounding subspace.

The priests and navigators in the center of Wolf Hall are busy proofreading the new route.

Be aware that these steps are necessary, though urgent.

Otherwise, it would not be a subspace voyage, but a gift to the Four Gods.

Fortunately, the only good news is that at the request of the Wolf King, all this is going on at the fastest speed.

But no matter what, Kaya finally let out a long sigh of relief looking at Carl who was quietly lying on the temporary heavy stretcher.

She turned her head to look at Aba Dan beside her, but this look made her feel puzzled and puzzled.

Seeing Abadan's never-relaxed vigilance, she asked suspiciously: "Isn't everything over? Why are you still so nervous?"

But Abadan's answer after that made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

While practicing the giant ax in his hand, Abadan replied casually: "No, our battle is far from over."

Nervously clenched the judge in her hands, Kaya continued to question Abadan in confusion.

"But, haven't we already reminded the wild wolves to withdraw from the trap, what else can we do?"

Hearing this, Aba Dan sneered.

"Escaping won't solve any problems, some things we will have to face eventually."

"can."

Before Kaya could continue her questioning, Abadan interrupted her speech with gestures.

"Don't ask, he's already here."

"Who?"

"Magnus."

The moment Abadan's voice fell, a crimson light instantly filled the entire cabin.

It was a scarlet scarlet glow.

This ray of light is even far more dazzling and deadly than that of Prospero's star.

Accompanied by the surge of psionic energy roaring like a tsunami, the rules of all physical universes are trembling.

That is the roar of the subspace, and it is also the nightmare of all navigators—the subspace storm

Magnus' taunt echoed throughout Prospero's galaxy.

"Cowardly and withdrawn, this is not the Russ I know."

"Come on, I know your purpose, and I'll be waiting for you on Prospero."

"There is no distinction between good and evil in this battle, you and I just have different positions."

"I have pushed all the chips, and there is only one person who can walk out of here standing up. This is our inescapable fate."

The crimson cyclops' voice gradually dissipated, and after the huge figure disintegrated and dissipated, a huge purple mouth suddenly opened directly above the entire space wolf fleet.

From the huge purple mouth that looked like an abyss, battleships belonging to the Thousand Sons Fleet came out one after another.

At the most vulnerable moment of the wild wolves, the Thousand Sons made a move without hesitation.

Either you die or I die. This battle is not only about winning or losing, but also about life and death.

=Photep Glorious Queen Class Flagship=
=Battleship Dynasty Wise (Ankhtowe)=
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=Kymmeru Battle Barge=
=Scion of Prospero Battle Barge=
=Waning Moon Strike Cruiser=
Under the reflection of the abyss that looked like a giant purple eye, the entire Thousand Sons Fleet unreasonably broke in vertically from above the Wild Wolf Fleet.

As we all know, space fleet battles are not always on the same plane.

And Magnus took advantage of this, and with the help of Chaos, he chose the raid point directly above the Wolf Fleet.

From this perspective, the Wolf's fleet has only a few small point defense weapons to use.

But the Thousand Sons who were in the attacking position directly in front were ready to round up the wild wolves at the muzzle positions that had been calibrated in advance.

"Mount No. 1 is calibrated to the left by 0.22 degrees, maintain this angle, and fire after 1m23s."

"Mount No. 2 is calibrated to the right by 0.42 degrees and downwards by 0.14 degrees. Keep this angle and fire after 1m24."

The instructions, which were accurate to the degree and second, were issued layer by layer to every gunner in the Thousand Sons Fleet.

That is the credit of the Black Crow School.

At this moment, they were corrupted by the power of the subspace, and they got the extra blessing of Tzeentch, and they were even more handy in doing this kind of thing.

Except for their slightly deformed hands, which made them a little clumsy when controlling the divination instrument, this was the peak state they had dreamed of.

Having lost all spiritual shackles, they stared at the entire battlefield like ruthless giant eyes that see through all forms of life.

And in the middle of the battleship, prayers sounded one after another.

Messages are being transmitted among the entire Thousand Sons Fleet at an unprecedented speed.

In the chaotic sea of ​​psychic energy, the Thousand Sons of the Sky Owl School are responsible for passing on the information and instructions obtained by the Black Crow School.

With their coordination and cooperation, the entire Thousand Sons Fleet seemed to come alive.

Even if the teleportation has just been completed, there is no delay, and immediately start to carry out your own tasks in the order that has been prepared.

=The melta torpedo has been calibrated, all groups are completed, and the void shield engine is locked to launch=
Accompanied by orders issued layer by layer.

Amidst the roar of the melta torpedo engine, it dragged a long tail flame and shot towards the Space Wolves fleet that was still making an emergency turn in the distance.

A loud siren rang through the entire Hrafinkel.

The navigators are clutching their brains, struggling crazily in the fantasies that frighten them;

The originally orderly fleet was in chaos in the command system due to the evacuation order and the sudden appearance of the enemy.

No matter how calm and powerful Russ is, he is still just a Primarch.

He can boost the morale of the entire fleet, but he cannot effectively and quickly complete the reorganization of the fleet.

Retreat order, warp space storm, fleet group attacking directly above.

The entire command channel is already chaotic enough, what the captains need at this moment is not a new order, but a period of time enough for them to react.

It is different from the Thousand Sons who use the teleportation technique of the Tianxiao School to make precise commands.

In the Wolf Fleet, there was a lot of "artificial delay" in the transmission of an order from Ruth to the specific operator.

And this delay will cause fatal execution delays in conflicting commands.

This is not a problem that can be solved by killing a few people, but the time-consuming process that must be passed through the transmission of orders.

So there was nothing Ruth could do, the only thing he could do at the moment was analyze a possibility.

After his entire fleet, like a desperate assault on Prospero, can he personally end the red traitors before everything is irreversible.

While he was meditating, those dense melta torpedoes had already landed on the sky above the wolf fleet.

There is no medium for sound transmission in space, so this is a silent and deadly flower of death.

What's even more frightening is that the melta torpedo itself is not very lethal.

But these weapons are extremely lethal to void shields and their engines.

Before reaching the teleportation of the void shield, these torpedoes will detonate in advance.

Since the Void Shield teleports matter, it calculates the range, not the mass.

Therefore, this kind of explosion will quickly overload the void shield of the battleship, or even completely scrap it.

And with the cooperation of Thousand Sons Black Crow School and Tian Xiao School, this kind of killing has reached a whole new level.

Although those point defense weapons with shooting angles are already doing their best to fulfill their duties, the melta torpedoes fired in groups have obviously already calculated the intensity of the saturation attack.

Those point defenses shot out chains of bullets, like a needless struggle, and were submerged by blooming red flowers.

After the explosion, the surfaces of those locked ships had left deep burn marks.

Even for the more exaggerated small frigates, the whole ship was "gnawed" by a corner.

Like dying corpses, after losing all power and shields, they can only quietly wait for their doomsday.

Like a sword of judgment falling from the sky, the nimble Thousand Sons Fleet made final adjustments before coming into contact with the wild wolves.

It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to injure his ten fingers.

That was a tactic they had trained countless times.

Even if the time of this trick is slightly earlier due to the interference of a certain existence, this will not affect the effect of this tactic.

Aiming at the warships that lost their void shields in the first wave of melta torpedoes, all the Thousand Sons lined up in deadly long tongues.

The giant cannons lined up neatly on the side of the battleship have announced the end of everything.

The sharp sword fell from the sky, and the palm responsible for the attack was obviously not ready.

Some battleships that could adjust their angles made some innocuous counterattacks.

It stands to reason that these attacks should have caused considerable damage to the Thousand Sons Fleet that had just completed a short jump in the subspace.

After all, it is impossible for the Void Shield to restart so quickly.

In other words, in fact, the wolf should still have some slight advantages even after eating a whole round of melta torpedoes.

But then, those shields that lit up successively shattered the last illusions of those captains who barely fought back.

That's not a void shield.

It was the Falcon School of Thousand Sons—the telekinetic shield generated.

These shields, which could only be used in small-scale land battles, easily blocked all the wolf fleets and barely fought back under the roar of the unknown subspace power.

And with the last shell, it hit the telekinetic shield and turned into a firework.

It can be said that the wild wolves at this moment have exhausted their plans.

Looking at the message from the podium, Ruth sighed heavily.

= We will make one last attempt, whatever it takes =
He knew exactly what the message meant.

It might just be a trap, but they have no choice.

= agree =
The old Fenrisian ballad resounded, even if they were destined to face death, they would let their arrogant enemies taste the blood.

=In front of this crude bridge across the torrent=
=They unfurl their banners in April majesty=
=Here has witnessed the death battle of former farmers=
= Now witnessing the bullets resounding all over the world =
= A lone wolf ship would be smashed and its crew devoured =
= But if you rule out a dozen ships, it's a worthwhile hunt =
=Shield scales will be deformed, flesh will be torn, blood will flow, sea beasts will eventually be exhausted and die from exhaustion=
= Every harpoon counts, from the first to the last =
In the storm of the Thousand Sons, several wolf ships were ordered to move.

The burning engine was cranked to a power that could never have existed.

Violent vibrations swept through these moving wolf ships.

Even from a long distance, you can see these warships that are gradually disintegrating in the extreme overload.

Like shooting stars, they slammed into the Thousand Sons battleship that they thought they were absolutely safe in a nearly suicidal way.

This desperate surprise attack exceeded any predictions of the Thousand Sons.

Because the prophecy model does not include this crazy tactic, the battle loss ratio may not even be able to beat 1/10.

This kind of surprise attack instantly disrupted the Thousand Sons who thought they had an absolute subspace interference advantage, enough to put an end to all teleportation jumping gangs with the help of Tzeentch.

And just at the moment when their originally smooth formation became disordered.

More wolf ships that reacted, like the harpoons in the prophecy, took advantage of the effort delayed by the sacrifice of the first broken wolf ship, and ruthlessly inserted their bows into the trapped Thousand Sons battleships.

Accompanied by the roar of the jumping torpedoes, the wild wolves thirsting for blood finally found a stall to vent.

Rather than die aggrieved under the bombardment of warships, it is so rare to have a chance to tear apart the enemy.

But the only pity is that such a battle cannot help the wolves win the final victory.

After regaining consciousness, most of the Thousand Sons warships readjusted their course.

After quickly harvesting those space wolf warships that lost their mobility and void shields, they quickly maintained their interspersed routes and distanced themselves from the entire wolf fleet.

Like a shrewd hunter, he is always ready to rush up again and tear off a piece of fresh meat.

(Unreachable.)
This is the conclusion Ruth finally came to.

In just one assault, they lost 1/10 of their ships.

Although most of them were small ships below the cruiser level, compared to Qianzi's almost negligible loss, this resistance was more like a dying struggle than a battle.

"The route is locked on Prospero, and we will advance at full speed while maintaining the strength of the void shield."

There was a hint of helplessness in the vicissitudes of life.

But even so, he wanted to give it a try.

The Sons of Fenris will not back down, ever and now.

But at this moment, the door behind the bridge of the Hrafinkel was suddenly opened.

Unexpectedly following the sound that should not have appeared, Ruth saw a figure with a bandage on his chest.

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(End of this chapter)