Chapter 157 03.0156: "Brace For Impact!"

Farida glanced furtively at Horatio beside her.

[Why is he...looking at a...ship with such greedy eyes?]
Farida was deeply confused.

He had never even revealed his true colors when looking at a woman, with such covetous eyes that were about to drip with water, but he was staring at a boat until he was almost drooling.

[Even my dad is like this. He doesn't allow anyone to disturb him when he's painting the ship model. He always goes out of contact and stays in seclusion for a few hours. He didn't even go home for dinner on this Sanguinius Day. He was in a hurry to get on the ship after receiving a ship model. Are all men like this?]
Seeing the bright light in Horatio's eyes, Farida had a big question mark in her mind.

The frigates in the support fleet came rushing over, and the destroyers that were originally on guard against the southern jump rift also joined the attack on the enemy attacking from the northwest.

32 huge void fighters flew over the frigates that were speeding like swords and headed straight for the empire's enemy.

The three frigates beside the Indefatigable were like hounds dealing with wild wolves. They activated their combat speed and pounced on the Blood Army attack ships of the same size.

They fought each other, and despite their small size, their fighting intensity was no less than that of the big ships.

Deterrent collisions, close-range fire, interception maneuvers, all available means were accurately communicated under the command of the experienced lieutenant colonel captain and the implementation of the lieutenants.

Under the exquisite command technology, the eighteen martial arts are like dragons swimming in the void, alternating and entangled in different planes.

During this time, shells flew and lasers crisscrossed.

During the fight, the void shields of both sides were quickly overloaded, and then they began to bite each other's flesh and drink each other's blood.

The huge macro cannon shells violently poured into the enemy ship.

The large-caliber laser close-in defense cannons on both sides of the ship continuously poured fire on the opponent. Similar in shape to super Gatling revolvers, they could cause huge damage to fragile small ships at such a close distance.

The hull was smashed into pieces by a series of buzzing high-energy lasers that were as impenetrable as tongues of fire, and it floated in the dark void with the broken limbs of the cult crew.

The Indefatigable was entangled with three large enemy ships.

She was like a tiger in the void, extremely ferocious.

The huge and somewhat bloated ship also became agile under the control of the elite naval officers of the Imperial Navy.

The Indefatigable sailed between the three warships, separating them.

The artillery groups on both sides opened fire at the same time, lashing the opponent with the whip of punishment.

Although the two evil fusiform warships exchanged fire with the Indefatigable, their target was the Blood Angels battle barge, and they rushed towards the void whale regardless of everything.

The other broadside of the Vengeance opened fire, and the bombardment turret on the spine of the ship slowly turned towards the invading enemy.

The Thunderhawk Squadron no longer attacked the crippled Murder-class cruiser, but instead rushed towards the invading enemy.

Captain Peru would not let the enemy succeed so easily.

The 5.3-kilometer-long Indefatigable drifted slightly diagonally in the void, started its side booster engines, and made an emergency turn.

"Torpedoes ready! Engines at full power! Prepare for impact!"

This is the most feared order of the Imperial Navy: Brace For Impact!

That is, 'Prepare for impact!'

Whether it is the enemy or oneself, it always foreshadows great destruction.

The huge torpedo was preheated to the binary chanting of the technical priests.

The plasma engine spewed out huge golden flames, splashing like an explosion.

The Indefatigable rushed towards the Blasphemy warship that was approaching the Blade of Vengeance and trying to board it at an astonishing speed.

"My lord! The false emperor's servants are rushing towards us!"

"Evade! Emergency evade!!! Let the slave warships stop him!" roared the Fallen Astartes who commanded the Slaughter-class cruiser.

What he didn't know was that the rebellious Dreadnought-class light cruiser could not stop the Doomsday-class battlecruiser, which was twice her size.

The Indefatigable's impact alarms were flashing fiercely and urgently.

"Turn on the magnetic mode of the boots! Hold on tight!" Horatio shouted to Farida beside him.

"Magnet...Magnet, ah, that's it!" Farida turned on the magnetic mode on the Void Boots.

In an instant, she felt the soles of her feet being sucked firmly to the deck.

Horatio stood behind her, one hand on her shoulder, the other hand tightly grasping the armrest in front of the display console. The sudden slap startled Farida, who was already nervous because it was her first time to experience the impact preparation.

She glanced at Horatio's hand on her shoulder, and the tension in her heart eased a little.

The Indefatigable's extreme acceleration was too fast, and the entire ship and every deck were shaking violently.

Many people who didn't have time to grab the railing fell down.

Under the 'impact preparation' command, everyone on the ship must be prepared to resist the impact.

The energy conversion cabin concentrates 80% of the ship's energy on the void shield, even at the cost of interrupting the light spear's firepower.

Under the command of the medical officer, steel hoops were raised in the middle of each bed in the infirmary to secure the seriously injured patients to their beds.

The shells in the ammunition bay were tied up with thick chains like a mummy.

All the fire doors on the ship were slammed shut. The crew members grabbed anything they could to hold themselves in place.

During this impact acceleration process, both shell loading and crane handling will be stopped, otherwise the huge shell will fall from the hook and hit the gun deck, with disastrous consequences.

The vibrations of the ship became more and more intense, causing people to worry that it would disintegrate.

Every officer who has ever served on the command bridge will agree that there is nothing more thrilling and adrenaline-pumping than a ramming collision.

Everyone watched as they desperately rushed towards the scarlet blasphemous cruiser, getting closer and closer.

The blasphemous shells were blocked by the huge adamantine armored bow. The majestic bow eagle glared with contempt for the enemy.

The enormous power ram begins to charge.

This strange humming could be heard throughout the bow, it was the noise of the decomposition field waves emitted by the largest power weapon in human history. It was extremely terrifying.

But this is not the end. There is one final step before the ram pierces the enemy ship.

The tech-priest in the torpedo launch bay sang a strange, ethereal, and eerie binary hymn using the sound array installed in his mouth.

The huge Helios-class fusion torpedo was like a sleeping giant that suddenly opened its eyes, with huge flames gushing out from its tail.

Six huge fusion torpedoes rushed out of the opened launch silos and headed straight for the enemy ship.

The two enemy ships fired a barrage of bullets in an attempt to intercept.

But the distance at which the torpedo was launched was too close.

None of the six torpedoes were intercepted, and they passed straight through the useless void shield and hit the midsection of the enemy ship.

boom! ! !
A huge flame rose up and burst out with dense fragments.

Six torpedoes with a dispersion of 6800 meters tore off half of her port side and almost paralyzed all the heavy close-in defense gun arrays on the entire side, as many as 12 of them.

In order to make the angels bleed, the interior of the Slaughter-class cruiser, which was loaded with Blood Pact troops, was instantly filled with heart-wrenching wails and screams.

Countless traitors who were preparing to invade on the side deck were instantly reduced to ashes along with the ship's armor.

Molten iron is full of calcium.

Fire, collapse, and destruction, these traitors witnessed firsthand the hell created by the Imperial Navy.

The interior of their proud blasphemous warship had been transformed into a gigantic furnace, a purgatory comparable to the inferno beneath the Brass Throne.

The high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees spread throughout most of the ship. Anyone who was hit by the hot wind was carbonized, and the flames that followed caused the structure to begin to disintegrate.

"Ah!! Ah!!!"

The undead staggered, covering their melted and collapsed faces, screaming and rolling around.

But the nightmare is not over yet.

boom! ! ! !

A deafening roar that echoed throughout the airspace attracted everyone's attention.

　I hate the rainy season!!! It makes me feel like I'm living in the bottom of a sailing warship every day. The humidity outside is 97%, and the humidity inside is 75%.

　　Please give me a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket, QAQ thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)