Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 219 Amon's Resolution

Accompanied by the roar of the Wanzhang Guangguang's main engine, like raindrops stirring up the first ripples on the lake, the entire Thousand Sons Fleet, which had completed its U-turn and reorganization, moved again.

In this churning psychic storm, the tail flames of those fiery engines were coated with a thin layer of blue-purple even from a distance.

But even if you have mastered such a force, it can be called a force that can destroy the world.

Amon, who was standing on the central bridge of the Brilliant Radiance, still showed no signs of unfurling his brows.

He had been Magnus' teacher and squire, and he knew what he was doing.

It was not the corruption of the Warp, but his own will.

He could understand both Magnus' actions and Leman Russ' position.

His body stability has already exceeded 98%, which means that he can completely survive the corrupted psychic storm that Magnus detonated before.

At the same time, this is also the reason why he chose to serve as the commander of the entire Thousand Sons Fleet.

"If someone has to bear this crime, I hope that person will only be me."

With a long sigh, Amon turned his attention back to the predictions gathered by the Crow School.

In the long river of fate, he searched hard.

Search for the possibility of victory that may not exist.

In every future that Amon saw, what greeted them was not victory.

At least relying solely on the fleet he has at hand at the moment, the victory will not belong to the Thousand Sons.

Maybe they can gain more or less an advantage in the long-distance naval gunfire (scraping) by relying on the prophecy ability of the Crow School.

And this tactic can also avoid the crazy jumping of the wild wolves.

But in this way, they couldn't cause enough damage before the wolf boat docked.

Once the Space Wolves, Custodians, and Sisters of Silence arrive at Prospero, the Thousand Sons will be in an extremely difficult situation.

After all, Amon was not sure how effective the defense arrays and weapons that looked exaggerated on Prospero could actually be.

In Amon's view, those expensive "toys" built with a lot of money couldn't even stop a small boat before.

Let alone how much it can play at this critical moment.

Maybe it would be a better choice to wait for the wolf ship to reach the sky above Prospero before attacking from both sides.

But Amon didn't dare to gamble, he didn't dare to use the Primarch's life as a bargaining chip to gamble.

Anyway, even if the entire fleet is lost in battle, it is only those mortals who have been corrupted into servants of chaos at this moment.

All library resources have been safely transferred.

Only the necessary combatants are left on the warships left at this moment.

These so-called "things outside the body" are not as important as Magnus' safety in the eyes of Amon at this moment.

Even the Primarch offered a retreat for those Thousand Sons who still chose to remain loyal to the Emperor.

The Primarch even gave them a ship, whether to fight or to escape was their own choice.

If they chose to leave, the Thousand Sons and Chaos would not interfere in any way.

But if they choose to fight here, the primarch will give them the wisdom called "death".

So as a teacher, he has no problem with the choices his students make.

Magnus chose between his loyalty to the Emperor and the life and death of his sons within the Legion.

And Amon, who also believed that brothers in the legion were more important, resolutely gave up joining Ahriman and his party—even though he knew that he would meet the fate he saw with an absolutely sober attitude.

That was his secret, and he didn't even tell Magnus the outcome of that prophecy.

Because his death will become the last hope of the Thousand Sons Legion.

Ignoring those bad prediction results, Amon refocused his attention on the battle screen.

"If fate does not guide me to victory, then defy it, even if the price of doing so is death."

The battleship of the wolf has once again entered the attacking range of the Thousand Sons.

One after another, the reloaded melted torpedoes shot out from the rows of torpedo tubes at the front of the hulls of various warships again.

It looked as though the Thousand Sons were about to repeat their old tricks.

Obviously, Russ has seen through the plans of the Thousand Sons.

With the help of the subspace fluctuation information provided by Karl, and from the preheated Void Shield engine on the Thousand Sons battleship, he has roughly guessed the next combat method the enemy will use.

Under his delicate control, all the wolf ships began to group.

Now that the Thousand Sons are coming, let them experience the horror of the wolves' way of fighting.

As the fleets of both sides gradually approached, in addition to torpedoes, more weapons were also pulled to the preset positions.

Fleet warfare has reached this scale and level, and most of the tactics have actually failed.

Like two medieval knights wearing heavy armor and holding giant swords at the same time.

Only in the exchange of slashing and slashing with all their strength, can the winner stand on the blood pool in the end.

Just like the scene that Amon had foreseen countless times, when Qianzi's warship jumped out from other directions to attack.

It has become nimble and free, like a whole pack of wolves will react before being hit hard.

With Ruth's command and Carl's information transmission, the wild wolves who have an absolute advantage in boarding battles can easily crush the Thousand Sons who are fighting separately.

And if we say at this moment, who is the most "cool" on the entire battlefield, it must be Karl, who has experience in combat command and is rising wildly from a rookie.

This is Ruth's personal teaching.

How to reorganize an army, how to effectively use a fleet, how to effectively maintain a reasonable distance and angle, so as to destroy the enemy's army and fleet most efficiently.

It's a wonderful feeling.

Since the brain has been transformed by the Mechanical Code, this knowledge or the experience accumulated in hundreds of years of fighting is being copied and pasted by Karl at a terrifying speed.

He even had a premonition that after this battle.

He may not be the best commander, but if the scope is limited to the Frank III, unless there are some guys who don't talk about martial arts and specialize in dimensionality reduction strikes, he dares to say the first and no one dares to say the second.

However, this behavior of copying homework also has some disadvantages.

For example, there will be some Ruth or wild wolf style in the future command;

In the face of specific situations, it may be due to empiricism that you cannot adapt flexibly and other small problems;

But compared to the tactical command ability that is close to dimensionality reduction strikes, these minor problems can be ignored for the time being.

(It would be nice to steal another Primarch later.)
However, this joyful sense of learning finally brought Carl a little doubt.

In fact, when he launched the third-order recovery wind and quickly took over a large number of "nodes" that were merged into the domain, the unprecedented amount of calculations that followed really shocked him a little bit.

This also caused the command power that should have been thrown to Ruth to be delayed for a while, and only then did a small own goal come about.

But just like what happened later.

Just like reading the Canon of Mechanics before, after gradually getting used to the huge and terrifying amount of calculations, there seems to be no more.

Is this really the transformation of the brain by the so-called mechanical canon?

After all, it seemed a bit unusual to explain it this way, but he couldn't tell where it was strange.

If he had to compare it with something in his memory, he could only think of something that was considered taboo at this point in time.

But strong computing power is always a good thing, so he didn't continue to think about it.

=The battleships are approaching each other in groups, and the anti-aircraft guns start shooting at different targets=
After Karl's dismantling of Ruth's order, it was quickly distributed within the domain covering the entire "wolf pack".

Every responsible captain on the avenue, down to every slave worker on the ship, received their own mission.

With the wolf ship team gradually getting closer but not affecting each other's shooting range, the originally loose spherical defensive formation began to gradually shrink.

With the battleships in the fleet as the core, the surrounding auxiliary ships formed small battle groups.

This distributed aggregation, on the one hand, prevents the entire fleet from being squeezed together by weapons of mass destruction;

On the one hand, enough room for contingencies is reserved, allowing the wolves to have enough strategic depth to defend against the ultra-short-distance subspace raids newly learned by the Thousand Sons;
In the last aspect, this formation can also be well dealt with, those saturated melta torpedo strikes that have been previewed in groups under the coordination of the Black Crow and the Sky Owl School.

Against a single ship, such a blow could be fatal.

But it is not enough if the enemy it faces is a small fleet.

Due to the early withdrawal of some battleships containing important knowledge and cultural relics, the number of ships in the entire Thousand Sons Fleet is even smaller than that of the wild wolves.

This caused almost all the melta torpedoes launched by the Thousand Sons to be blown up halfway under the interception of saturated point defense weapons that had already been calculated in advance.

At this moment, Karl has also completed almost all the locks.

Due to the torpedo tubes, they are rarely mounted on the side of the ship.

Therefore, if those Thousand Sons battleships that have just fired torpedoes want to pull out a bombardment array, they must complete a right or left turn.

That's what Ruth told him. A real master doesn't need the prophecies made by psychic powers. Those things can only add to the icing on the cake but can't help.

And Karl's next job is extremely simple.

= No. 1 turret lock position confirmed =
= No. 2 turret lock position confirmed =
…………

Standing in the field of view overlooking the entire fleet.

For a moment, he even had an illusion.

At this moment, he is the god on the entire battlefield.

"All within the range of the artillery is the territory of the empire - the first round of fire!"

Accompanied by the order to fire, in the entire fleet belonging to the Space Wolves, the final confirmation buttons were pressed one by one.

A large amount of special gunpowder was ignited at the same time in an instant.

Huge heat energy and gas instantly filled the already narrow gap between the gun bore and the projectile body.

Then the gas with nowhere to go began to push the heavy and huge macro gun bullet out of the muzzle under the intense friction between the shell metal and the special rifling under the action of pressure.

This is space, so these wonderful roaring strings can only be enjoyed by Karl with the field open.

It was an extreme aesthetic of violence.

Even the impact force that came in batches due to the burst firing still made Karl, who was standing on the Hrafinkel, feel the terrifying stamina of a thousand guns firing,
The huge group of warheads rotating at high speed flew towards the intersection of fate that had already been calculated.

There are no bright lights, only metal shell casings that reflect the light of distant stars to announce the tragic fate of those targeted enemies.

Everything is under precise calculation.

Even how many shells each warship needs to be completely destroyed was accurately reported by Ruth.

Ruth is not as savage as he appears on the surface.

It was just a disguise to take care of brotherhood.

The distance between the two sides was not far, and even Karl could clearly observe the scenes where the Thousand Sons warships were torn apart by the torrent of steel through the field.

As if hitting the indestructible armor, the first few shells were all bounced off the moment they touched the psychokinetic shield.

But as the number of bullets increased, the telekinetic shields intertwined with the psionic energy of the falcon school finally showed flaws.

And then, those void shields that appeared due to throwing matter into the subspace confirmed Ruth's speculation.

Perhaps, the Thousand Sons hadn't even thought of duplicating the first assault at all.

Perhaps, what they really want is a traditional "line bombardment battle" that competes in the efficiency of focusing fire.

It's just that unlike the standard methods written in the captain's manual of the auxiliary warship, this time the Thousand Sons shortened the distance almost to a terrifying degree.

Amon started his long-planned counterattack against the backdrop of the disintegration and explosion of the Thousand Sons battleship that was taken away by a wave of fire in the first round of fire.

He does not accept the doomed prophecy, so he must abandon his past cowardly thinking and accept his new destiny.

"Enter new shooting coordinates, and the entire fleet's aiming target is corrected to the enemy's flagship—Hrafinkel"

"It's all dust!"

"All is dust!"

With the roar of battle, all the muzzles of the Thousand Sons re-calibrated their new shooting targets under the concerted efforts of the Thousand Sons.

It seems that in the next second, an overwhelming torrent of metal will begin a quality inspection of the shields of the Queen of Glory class battleship.

But there is something weird about it.

At least in Carl's eyes, this is unreasonable.

This kind of blatant attack, just find a few willingly sacrificed warships to block it.

On the contrary, because of the wasted firepower of this concentrated attack, the Thousand Sons Fleet would gradually snowball into an irreversible vortex of destruction.

But obviously judging from the previous performance, the opponent's commander is not a fool.

Under the sign of the Wolf King, the Hrafinkel has already started maneuvering to evade.

And several warships who voluntarily sacrificed have already blocked the artillery line of the Thousand Sons.

Everything seemed so normal, even Carl didn't realize what kind of medicine was sold in the other party's gourd at the first time.

But all of a sudden, his eyes stopped on the Ray of Light.

It didn't fire, and from the light reflected by the firing of the Thousand Sons battleship next door, Karl found that it didn't even open the void shield.

why?
You must know that there is usually only another Queen of Glory class warship that can completely destroy the Glory Queen class warship.

Without the bombardment of the Radiance, it would be difficult for other warships to effectively kill the Hrafinkel.

Feeling the subspace energy that suddenly began to gather inexplicably in the domain, a trace of extremely bad premonition came to Karl's heart.

Could it be...

(End of this chapter)