Chapter 462 The tyrant returns!
While the battle inside the Star Fortress was in full swing, the battle outside the Star Fortress was also becoming increasingly fierce.
After experiencing the first wave of serious blows, the Red Pirate Fleet finally began to take action. The remaining cruisers detached themselves from the orbit and joined other small warships to form a defensive fleet to fight against the suffering of the siege of the Star Fortress. Confederate fleets engaged.
Their purpose is not to defeat this powerful fleet alone, but to slow down the pace of the fleet's attack.
They did a good job in this regard, and Malakin had to devote half of his strength to expel them.
At this time, the violent disturbances deep in the subspace were captured by the auspices of each battle line. This undoubtedly only represents one possibility -
The master of New Badab, the tyrant Huron is back!
The first thing to jump out of the space was a behemoth, which was also Huron’s flagship ‘Destruction Ghost’.
The Doomwraith, like most Chaos warships, looks like
a huge mass of looted guns, covered with bloated armor plates and rows of Cannons of every caliber and size, and a host of sigils worshiping the Chaos Gods.
Since its entry into service, it has been known to be nearly indestructible.
In all the battles Huron fought, he always emerged from the battlefield intact - even if he was scarred and devastated.
And now, in addition to itself, there is also a fleet it leads, full of anger and hatred.
"A little faster than expected."
Malagin, who was sitting on the Mother of Tears, had already anticipated the threat, so he did not dare to be surprised and would not panic.
"Scramble all interceptors, every squadron, and I expect them to be done within the next five minutes." The ship provides a new course, the engineering department reports that the energy of the main drive has been charged to the light spear array, the gunnery officer is working hard to lock the target and determine the range, and the cogitator's machine spirit is also restless.
The overseers whipped hundreds of prisoners to load the macrocannons on the side of the Mother of Tears.
Amid the chaos, Malakin stood alone at the edge of the command platform, as motionless and alert as a gargoyle.
Except for the fact that the brass railings beside the platform were deformed by his grip, he showed no signs of discomfort - he thought that he would face Huron, his old friend, again in many forms, but only I never thought it would be like this, commanding a fleet to confront the opponent head-on.
His eyes calmly scanned the readings of the monitoring station and the foreshadowing array, paying attention to the changes in each target.
"Chapter Commander."
The second company commander of the Lamenters came up from the spiral staircase of the command platform and put on a standard salute gesture.
“Bloodwing and Baal’s Light squadrons have already set off. Only the Golden Spear squadron has not cleared the flight deck. It seems that there is some problem with the fuel pipeline. The flight commander assured me that the flight deck will be cleared before the enemy fleet. In front of the position, all squadrons will set off."
Malakin nodded immediately.
Speaking of which, these Lightning fighter formations were transferred to the Mother of Tears at Soshiyan's request, because the Mother of Tears, an ancient battle barge, is very special. It was a rare aircraft carrier type in the imperial battleship sequence during the Great Crusade era. Although it has undergone many modifications, its large flight deck and advanced flight control system have been retained.
Soshyan believes that these fighter formations can better exert their advantages on the Mother of Tears.
Malakin is also very grateful to Soshyan for his trust.
“Give my regards to the flight commander,”
After Malakin finished speaking, he had turned his attention to the next person, his fourth company commander.
"Chapter Commander, the Unbound Soul sent a message. She is accepting our recommended course and maintaining the same firing direction posture. She is still waiting for news from other ships in the fleet."
"Again Contact Captain Soshyan."
Malakin said, turning his eyes to the thick stack of enemy and friendly fleet logos on the monitoring platform.
“And tell him, please try to be as fast as possible.”
After everyone left, Malakin stood motionless on the edge of the command platform, with his back straight and his hands behind his back. Looking down on the bridge.
The other bridge staff, crew and officers were also silently concentrating on their work.
On the tactical display screen, Huron's fleet has left the subspace one after another and is forming a suppression formation.
Contact signals on the wall flashed urgently across the surveillance station, and Rowold had calculated the odds and reached clear conclusions.
He is very aware of his own combat capabilities and the opponent's combat capabilities. He also knows what kind of naval warfare expert Huron is - in terms of tactics, he is far from Huron's opponent.
Although the Unbound Soul has powerful firepower, it is far from enough to offset the opponent's offensive. Not to mention that the Red Pirate Fleet also includes heavy artillery battleships such as the Eagle Hook battlecruiser.
But he must delay the opponent. This is the trust given to him by Soshyan and the trust given to him by other fighters.
He never wanted the scene on the Storm Lady to happen again.
On the tactical screen, the warships on the right marked with green symbols began to arrange according to the instructions. All warships responded to Malakin's request and tried to maintain the blockade.
“Report to Chapter Leader!”
The Master of Guns called from the gunnery station.
"The side artillery columns No. 2 to 8 have been fully prepared and loaded. The vanguard of the enemy fleet has entered the range and requested to fire."
Malakin took a deep breath. , looking around the bridge for the last time, it was an honor to be able to command such a battle.
How he wanted to stay in this moment.
For a moment, a vague smile appeared on his gloomy and pale face.
"Sending priority message, permission to fire."
Seconds later, the first salvo struck the Doomwraith hard.
The shields trembled due to the shelling, the bow of the ship flashed with green light, and the nearby small ships with weaker shields sank under the successive attacks.
On the bridge of the Doomwraith, Huron turned to his Tech-Priest and pointed at the grainy, flickering holographic display.
“Notify every ship.”
He snorted.
"Keep the course, move at full speed towards the target I set, it doesn't matter if you hit it."
"Understand, execute."
The technical heretic turned to the main communication array and used the biological The rusty microphone outputted a series of commands. The thick metal bulkheads of the entire battleship began to tremble and groan, and the engines began to overspeed.
In the Red Pirate's fleet channel, sirens roared and thousands of beasts roared as the Ghost of Destruction rolled forward.
At the same time, the roar of the artillery reached a whole new level.
The Mother of Tears' battery flashed.
Three volleys of light spears overloaded the bow shields of the Executor-class large cruiser Nightmare Dawn in a stunning light.
Seconds later, flames bloomed across the jagged hull of the ship, and a macrogun shell struck head-on against the thick armor plating of the bow.
More Imperial warships opened fire on the gun lines, causing massive damage.
Finally, a volley of light spears from the Unbound Soul penetrated the warped bow deck and detonated inside.
The explosion penetrated the surrounding warehouse walls, exposing part of the Nightmare Dawn to the void. The Mother of Tears' gunnery command center immediately targeted the exposed weakness and fired consecutive salvos to expand it.
While the barrage continued, the Red Pirates' fleet also approached and counterattacked. Their concentrated barrage destroyed the Astral Knights' strike cruiser 'Alien Killer' and tore apart two frigates.
The surrounding space was quickly filled with slowly rotating wreckage, and the huge ship fragments were exploded and blown away by the ruthless strikes of the artillery fire.
But the wreckage isn't the only thing floating around the ship like a cloud.
From the hangars and silo hatches, fighter jets of various shapes formed a ragged formation outside the Red Pirate Fleet.
The Mother of Tears responded quickly. Lightning fighters scrambled from the flight deck and exchanged fire with the Chaos fighters rushing towards the mothership.
The void between the two was soon torn apart by the flashing lasers and missiles as hundreds of fighters exchanged fire.
Malakin watched all this in silence.
(End of this chapter)