Crunch, crunch, crunch!!!
The Unyielding vibrated violently.
The impact force even exceeded the grip threshold of the magnetic boots.
"Ah!!!" A scream rang out.
Horatio and Farida were thrown into the air.
Just before they hit the bulkhead, Horatio hugged Farida tightly, shielding her with his body.
Thud!
Horatio, who had been launched, hit the bulkhead with his back, and Farida crashed into his embrace.
A deafening roar that echoed throughout the entire area caught everyone's attention.
The Evil Cultists, clutching their melting faces, instantly flew up and slammed into the glowing red bulkhead at an extremely high speed, turning into a puddle of flesh.
The loose flesh was instantly seared by the scorching bulkhead, undergoing the Maillard reaction before rapidly charring, becoming burnt and acrid.
Individual boarding pods that miraculously launched themselves slammed into the indestructible, plow-shaped adamantium armored prow of the ship, instantly turning into an explosive fireworks display, leaving only insignificant scratches on the magnificent silver prow.
Bang!!!!
A massive power ram, like a super dagger, plunged directly into the body of the Murder Class cruiser.
All compartments struck by the power ram instantly disintegrated, turning into molecular-level debris.
The force was so immense that even the Skull-sworn Astartes inside were thrown into the air, smashing through several solid bulkheads, resulting in ruptured organs in less severe cases, and in more severe cases, fusing with ceramite armor, becoming an unidentifiable, disgusting mass.
Many inside died, dying inexplicably, valuelessly, humiliatingly, and cowardly.
The Doomsday-class battlecruiser brought the final Doomsday upon the Emperor's enemies.
The Murder Class cruiser's ponderous hull began to drift.
Before the Unyielding's brutal power, the Murder Class was violently pushed, colliding with the Slaughter Class cruiser on her starboard side.
Bang!!
The hulls of the two Chaos cruisers slammed together, their side plating tearing into countless fragments.
Two mighty Chaos cruisers, which had brought destruction and terror to countless worlds, were actually rammed off their course by an Imperial Navy battlecruiser, suffering severe deviation and imbalance, like skewers of mutton, they were forced out of their intended attack line.
They hadn't even touched the Avenging Blade before suffering massive casualties.
The entire process was enough to make Khorne cover his eyes and click his tongue in disgust, utterly disgraceful.
On the Unyielding.
"Horatio, are you alright?" Farida anxiously helped Horatio up.
"Hah, ugh... cough cough! Cough cough cough!" Horatio gasped for air, slowly sat up, and coughed violently.
He rubbed his aching chest.
Fortunately, he maintained his Hellspawns training, and his lean-in-clothes, muscular-when-naked, firm chest and abdominal muscles protected his organs and ribs.
[It's better for girls to have a little flesh; bones are truly painful to hit.]
"I'm fine, how about you?" he asked with effort.
Although he said he was fine, Farida knew from how much she hurt that he had been hit hard.
"Thank you. I'm fine too." Farida smiled bitterly, timidly.
She pulled Horatio up from the floor, and together they returned to the command array.
Horatio saw that the brain in one of the nutrient tanks had been completely shaken.
If the Unyielding, which was impacting the enemy, was like this, it was hard to imagine how terrible it was inside the enemy ship.
[Perhaps it's what hell looks like inside.]
After the ramming impact, the Unyielding stopped its engine overload just before the plasma engine exploded.
The massive hull of the Unyielding scraped past the crippled Murder Class cruiser's hull at high speed, sparks flying.
Commodore Peru had known the venerable old lady, the Unyielding, for many years; he had been on this warship since his Midshipman days, traversing its vein-like corridors, spending half a lifetime—for most Imperials who couldn't afford life-extension surgery—on board.
He knew this old lady's limits well.
He understood her best, and she was his closest comrade-in-arms.
The Unyielding successfully gained the maximum evasion time for the Avenging Blade battle barge, allowing this void leviathan to create distance.
The battle would become a standard void engagement between fleets.
The less damaged Slaughter Class cruiser maneuvered ceaselessly, pulling away from the Murder Class, whose hull was intertwined with hers.
Her master's eyes were not on the Unyielding, which had brought them deep humiliation, at least not before capturing the Avenging Blade.
The Shuttle Type (spindle-shaped) ship sped towards the Avenging Blade.
The battle barge's starboard Macro cannon fired a volley, but the advantage of the spindle-shaped hull became apparent at this moment.
The frontal impact area of the spindle-shaped hull was very small; only two of the battle barge's five Macro cannons hit.
The Slaughter Class cruiser sped past, fired a volley, and then began to turn her rudder.
The meaning was clear: she was going to launch boarding pods!
Whoosh!—
Suddenly, just above them, a void fighter, trailing a series of fireworks, arrived.
starhawk bombers and Thunderhawk Gunships began to dive, speeding downwards.
The starhawk was not as robust as the Thunderhawk Gunship because its design sacrificed armor to carry more powerful bombs.
The 16 diving starhawk bombers aimed their noses at important targets—the weapon turrets on the Slaughter Class cruiser.
After the Adeptus Mechanicus Tech-Acolytes on board chanted the binary code of the Litany of Wrath.
The starhawk bomber's forward bomb bay immediately opened, and 10 massive, powerful Kraken anti-ship missiles fell in freefall, their tails igniting one after another in mid-air, like a battle whip wielded by an angel, crisscrossing and dancing, speeding towards the targets locked by the wetware in their warheads.
160 powerful anti-ship missiles caused massive destruction on the enemy ship, instantly destroying more than half of the close-in weapon system turrets on one side, and tearing open parts of the main gun emplacements.
Thunderhawk Gunships also launched 32 missiles.
But compared to the starhawk's missile payload, the Thunderhawk Gunship was indeed a bit lacking.
Next, the Deathwing opened its mid-section bomb bay.
Although several were shot down by the close-in defenses of the two closely positioned Chaos cruisers, turning into massive void fireballs, some with unsettling plasma blue disturbances.
But a single starhawk's massive bomb bay could carry 40 plasma bombs, and with the Thunderhawk's 6 hardpoints, it was enough to give the enemy ship a hard time.
The starhawks flew in a 'four-finger' formation, and under the settings of the Enginseer Acolytes, bombs began to be released at one-second intervals.
They whistled, falling in long strings, emitting death shrieks in mid-air, making the Evil Cultists crew below tremble uncontrollably.
Lumps of eerie blue ion gas exploded openings in the Slaughter Class's hull.
Anything directly below would be charred by the powerful plasma masses.
Boom!
A main gun emplacement detonated, and the rotating turret flew into the air; two starhawks emergency-evaded, dodging the deadly debris.
The Slaughter Class stubbornly executed the plan her master demanded of her.
She was still closing in, but after all this, she was almost at the outermost limit of the boarding assault craft's extreme range.
This distance was hundreds of kilometers, exceeding the Imperial Navy's regulation of 1 gun range (481 kilometers).
Under her master's compulsion, she stubbornly launched thousands of assault boats; only assault boats with their own engines could fly this far.
But assault boats were not as fast as boarding pods, and they were larger, though this also meant they carried more personnel.
At this moment, the Skyhawks circling above them made their move.
Fury-class Interceptors, like the Emperor's Skyhawk, with their incomparably sharp claws, charged towards the boarding assault boats.
The floodwater is so dirty, my home has turned into a poop-filled Russ (sad)