Van Roth's already deathly pale face froze instantly.
He suddenly looked up at Sith, stared blankly for a long while, and then looked out the porthole at The Rock Monastery.
He opened his mouth, feeling like he really had to say something in the face of this 'mission.'
But after struggling for a long time, Van Roth actually found himself speechless.
Only Bayer slowly opened his eyes, ignoring the wound on his ear as his lips twitched several times. Finally, for the first time, he forced a smile onto his face.
"Your Lordship is wise."
Another round of Bolter fire streaked past. This time, because Sith's hand holding the black gun was trembling with rage, the bolt took a chunk of flesh right off Bayer's cheek!
More blood flowed, but Bayer had no time to worry about himself. Driven by the urgency of his plan finally nearing success, he hurriedly stepped forward.
"Psionic power! Strength!"
"My Lord, think of everything you will gain afterward!"
Bayer urged him, and Sith was so furious at those words that he even drew his red sword.
"You expect to persuade me with that?"
"When you lured me here, you knew I'd have no choice but to push forward!"
Realizing he had been played by Bayer again, Sith roared in anger. Bayer, seeing this, didn't dare speak further; he was truly afraid Sith might raise his gun and kill him on the spot.
It might have been fine with anyone else, but Sith was currently holding a divine artifact personally forged by that fool Vashtorr.
It never missed its mark, leaving Bayer virtually no way to survive.
While Bayer shut his mouth, other entities opened theirs.
Violent cannon fire came from behind first!
Even more intense Warp fluctuations erupted as a fleet of over a thousand ships from three combined factions followed Sith out of the Warp. The Dark Angels ahead, who had only been suspicious before, were suddenly startled!
Equally startled were the three factions pursuing from the rear.
Abaddon and Vashtorr looked grim, while the Necrons glanced at the distant Imperial Fleet before refocusing their attention on Sith.
Only the Imperial side's fleet erupted in massive cheers, quickly breaking away from the combatants and moving their battered ships as close to the Dark Angels as possible.
Then, outside the porthole, Sith watched as the Dark Angels, after a brief moment of panic, aimed their guns at the bewildered Imperial pursuit force!
Macro Cannons and Light Lances tore through the void. Amidst the Imperial side's confusion and terror, the fastest ships were instantly disintegrated into space debris.
The Imperial Fleet slammed on their brakes, simultaneously turning their guns toward yet another threat as if facing a great enemy.
At that moment, the four factions in space, after a brief pause, chose to...
Continue trying to kill Sith first!
The other three factions went without saying, but for the Dark Angels, Sith was the closest!
Dense Light Lances and cannon fire streaked across the void, and the ship vibrated almost incessantly.
Sith stood on the bridge, facing this absurd situation. After only a brief pause, he looked up with eyes full of ruthlessness.
"Full speed ahead. One more flea won't make the dog itch any more."
"Everyone, prepare to board The Rock Monastery!"
Sith's command stunned everyone present. Van Roth was in disbelief, while Bayer, tending to his cheek, quickly raised a hand to flatter Sith.
"Your Lordship is wise!"
Sith fired another round of Bolter fire, blowing away the bandage Bayer had just applied.
Bayer didn't complain in the slightest. As a teammate, the fact that Sith hadn't killed him yet made him the friendliest of Bayer's many partners.
Even after that shot, Bayer smiled and offered a few more words of praise.
"Your Lordship is merciful!"
Bayer followed closely behind Sith as he spoke.
Outside the ship, the Dark Angels' standard deployment was thrown into chaos once again by Sith's suicidal charge.
The three pursuing factions were also seeing red, chasing relentlessly. It now looked like two massive swarms of ships clashing like interlocking teeth.
The Dark Angels weren't in a combat formation to begin with. Faced with this situation, especially seeing what looked like a chaotic brawl on the other side, the fleet had no time to adjust and simply gunned their engines, charging toward Sith's position.
Sith, inside a ship that felt like a vibrating truck about to fall apart, saw himself surrounded in every direction by ships and fire—a five-way melee involving over two thousand vessels.
He could only endure the massive tremors as the Strike Cruiser braved the fire, heading straight for the frantically firing Rock Monastery.
Due to the Dark Angels' desperate resistance, Sith could even see the panic and confusion of the fearless Dark Angels through the portholes.
Under their gaze, the five factions, now completely entangled, finally had to shift their attention away from Sith temporarily.
Countless Boarding craft that had been waiting for a long time swarmed out like dense silver threads, leaving their mother ships to charge desperately toward The Rock Monastery, which the Dark Angels were defending to the death.
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