Chapter 1464 Typhons’ Gamble
The Eldar are focusing their attacks on the battleships of the Plague Fleet. Most of the multi-layered energy barriers on the battleships have been stripped away and collapsed under the constant attacks.
Soon, it will be completely ineffective.
One of the plundering ships flashed from the vantage point of the main observation window, then suddenly appeared, like a slender sword driven into blackened bone.
Its weapons array destroyed part of the forward shield protecting the bow of the Terminus, and then it flashed away in an incredibly smooth dance.
"Light Spear."
Typhons's voice was soft and terrifying, like a crazy lullaby.
The crew scrambled to obtain a targeting solution, struggling to maintain it long enough for the weapons to activate and fire.
The Dark Eldar warships were lifeless, slender and elongated, constantly disappearing into shadows and distractions, only to reappear a moment later and fire.
Typhons trusts the crew, and even more trusts his ship.
A smaller raider ship drifted too close to the Terminus, trying to replicate the previous attack and strafing the ship's left wing.
Suddenly, the fury released by the two light spears plunged into the alien spacecraft, liquefying its fragile upper structure, causing it to explode in a puff of purple smoke and turn into a pile of rotating fragments, like Broken black glass.
Typhons has participated in enough void duels, fought against alien fleets and Imperial fleets, and to deal with this kind of aliens, you have to catch them when they indulge in a moment of greed.
But there are still a lot of them, and they fight locally. After being damaged, they can withdraw from the battle and return to the port of Comoros for quick repairs.
Procrastination will do no good to the Plague Fleet, Typhons understood this with a casual glance at the tactical holographic image projected from the armrest of the throne.
Need to jump gang?
Typhons also rejected this plan. This is Ada's home base. They have unlimited troops. The Fourteenth Legion is at a numerical disadvantage here, not to mention they have a behemoth like Ark, who can jump into gangs. There is absolutely no advantage to be taken.
Instead, they must beware of the Ada's treason, hordes of Dark Eldar raiders that will spread like cancer through the fleet, slaughtering thousands of sailors and dragging the survivors into their A darker destiny in the Twisted City.
However, Typhons never expected to win this war with his fleet and warriors.
“Charge into enemy lines.”
Typhus ordered, clicking through a series of course amendments and sending them to the crew.
"Let us rush into the enemy's position."
"But, Master!"
An officer argued subconsciously.
“Our engines can no longer keep up with their speed. Ships of our size cannot compete with—”
A crisp sound pierced the air, making the man quiet.
He froze and twitched, a line of blood and brain matter spurted out from his left eye, and a black fly pierced his skull cleanly with its tail needle.
Then the poisonous insect's tail flicked, quickly retracted its sting, and flew back to the insect nest on Typhons.
The officer fell on the deck like a puppet with its strings cut off. He twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
“Charge into enemy lines.”
Typhonse repeated, his voice becoming unusually deep, making the entire deck tremble, and the crew hurried to obey his order.
Then the company commander lowered his head slightly and saw the man's shadow peeled off his body, his soul torn apart by thousands of invisible hands and dragged into another world. He laughed at its screams got up.
"Throw it into the reserves."
Typhons gestured to a rotten servant beside him, no biomass would be wasted on the Terminus.
A rotting man in a gray tattered cloak shuffled the body away, leaving a faint black smear on the deck. Typhons reveled in the sight of mortal souls being eaten alive by the storm of consciousness. In the scene, until a series of violent collisions spread across the hull of the Terminus, his attention returned to the present. Typhons blinked, the impact different from the crackling blast from the alien energy weapon.
It was a sharper, harsher sound, like a hungry beast biting.
"Master!"
A mutant with misshapen teeth hissed:
"The enemy Craftworld is attacking us."
When the energy tendrils emitted by this planet-sized battleship wrapped around the Terminus, the hull suddenly made a rattling and undulating sound.
“Keep moving forward and speed up.”
Typhons said in a voice that left no room for argument.
At this time, other battleships from the Plague Fleet also came to escort the Terminus. They used fierce attacks to hit the shield of the craft world, forcing it to retreat behind the protection of their own fleet.
When the Terminus approached the Eldar formation, the huge flames surrounding it were no longer a single storm, but a gathering of many storms.
"The dead trees are growing——"
Muttering these words, the corrupted Ether Fortress suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
In an instant, a whirlwind of demonic entities rolled up in the Eldar formation, hitting the radiating cloud of light and the storm of pus mixed with blood. The edges of the storm rubbed against each other in the catastrophic thunder, and matter suddenly It emerges and is destroyed as quickly as it was born.
The Terminus plunged directly into the madness at the center of the storm, and the turbulence was immediately replaced by a violent impact.
Sirens roared across the bridge, and the bridge crew had to shout to be heard over the din that shook the battleship's superstructure into atoms.
Typhons stared into the bottomless pit of the storm that was engulfing them, turbulent enough to throw mortals from the console, the Terminus writhing in the rushing currents, with great roars and crackling veins of light. Across the hull, the intertwined sounds of sirens and whistles condensed into a sickening low sound.
But similarly, the Eldar fleet was even more affected, with small warships constantly being torn apart by demonic storms.
Typhons closed his eyes at this time.
A gradually clearer whisper stung his spiritual vision. Listening to the increasingly loud voice in his head, the Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest suddenly opened his physical eyes.
The dead wood is growing——
He stood up from the throne and walked to the bridge observation window. He could already see the wretches of the Eldar gathered in their battleship, howling in fear, while the children of the loving father laughed and blew out the smoke. and Ayomi.
Even the Craftworld was no exception, with mist swirling around the towers and spiraling up to the peaks of the Wraith Sail.
At this time, the Terminus has also reached its limit. The shaking hull is like a world where the geological structure is roaring and on the verge of collapse. The headache-inducing colors make people lose all five senses, and the brilliance of the shield trembles. , its surface shattered into fragments like lightning, lost in the storm of raw perception around it.
Soon, the cracks continued to extend, spreading across the dome like a spider web.
The next moment, all pressure disappeared, and the Terminus broke through the storm created by the Aether Fortress.
Comoros is right around the corner!
Typhons gasped excitedly, his faceplate reflecting the eternal darkness of the void.
Then he turned and walked down the bridge, his boots tapping on the stairs, and said to Newkrain Rotis not far away:
"Call all companies, in five minutes Execute the landing operation! Tell everyone that the supreme glory is waiting for us all!"
Nukrian Rotis turned his head and looked into the distance. The main force of the plague fleet was still fighting against the Eldar. Now there are only two thousand soldiers on board the Terminus at full strength, and some of them must be left behind to protect this giant ship.
Does Typhonse think he can perform miracles with just a few people?
Nukrian Rotis smiled coldly. Since this guy is so arrogant, let him be. Anyway, in the end, it is up to the original body to clean up the mess.
(End of this chapter)